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1: Educating Kaylee Ch. 07	54,237	4.68	644,531	[ "luke", "kaylee", "luke missing", "orion" ]	Just as quickly as the Christmas break had come, it was already over, which meant both cheerleading and choir were also over. It was a new semester; everyone had new classes and different teachers, and the dreadful prospect of homework was just around the corner. But most importantly, Kaylee's play practice was now in full swing. Casting had begun for A Midsummer Night's Dream, and Kaylee really wanted to play the role of Hermia. Despite how hard she studied the lines, the cruel fates just had to dictate, of course, that Cindy would be the one to win the part. Kaylee got the part of Titania the fairy queen. She was initially disappointed -- especially losing the role to that skank Cindy, of all people -- but the more she read the script, the more she tried to look on the bright side, picturing herself enjoying the role of the queen of all fairies. Still, it bothered her losing out to Cindy. Not just with the play, but with everything. There was something in the air, something different about Remmington High since school started up again, that made her feel like she was slipping into second place as the self-imposed role of "beauty queen" gradually transferred over to Cindy. Her former friend appeared to be usurping her power within their inner-circle, intentionally or otherwise; Audrey really seemed be the only friend she still had since cheerleading ended. Kaylee tried not to let it bother her, but shrugging things off didn't come naturally. Kaylee spent a lot of nights at play practice. She had to listen to Cindy's continual self-praise night after night, infuriating her to no end; the only saving grace was that Audrey was also in the play, as one of her fairies, Peaseblossom. She sighed, thinking about her dilemma and declining social status. Maybe Luke was dragging her down; socially, at least. The more she thought about it, the more she realized it wasn't as big of a deal as she would have made it into only a few short months ago. In fact, thinking about Luke always gave her a sense of peace. Pondering this simple fact caused a smile to develop on her face as she thought about the affect Luke had on not only her heart, but also the way he impacted her entire life. He was the first thing she thought about when she awakened every morning. He was the last thing on her mind before sleep overcame her while lying in her bed each night. She wasn't bashful holding his hand; she enjoyed walking down the school halls where everyone could see them. Audrey even told her she was being less bitchy and to thank Luke for that. Kaylee was amazed at her own level of happiness; she was always smiling and couldn't hide it, and it was all because of Luke. If dating Luke was the sole reason why she was becoming less popular, then everyone could just go screw themselves. At the beginning of the year, if anyone had told her she'd be dating Luke Patton, the scrawny antisocial math nerd of the entire school, she would have laughed in their face. But now, things had changed so drastically. Luke had opened up her eyes in so many ways. She loved it, but it scared her. She actually felt like she had grown up by leaps and bounds over the last few months alone, and she knew it was because Luke was rubbing off on her. Whenever she wasn't at play practice, she'd find a way to be with Luke. A couple nights a week, the young pair would sit on the porch swing at his parent's house, holding hands and rocking gently under the night sky, talking about anything and everything. Kaylee loved talking to Luke; it was a different experience having a conversation with someone as intelligent as he was despite his lack of wisdom in the social arena. While she learned a lot from him, she also enjoyed taking the opportunity to teach him social protocols that he had no clue about. They brought out the best in each other, the stronger partner compensating for the other's weaknesses. Even though the end of the night meant the two were reluctantly forced to part, she looked forward to the goodnight kiss. They had kissed before, but each time was like the first kiss all over again with Luke. He was so predictable; she could always tell when he was going to kiss her. He would first start off by fidgeting with his hands, and then he would begin stammering, and eventually Luke would begin rambling. Kaylee in turn would coax him, squeezing his hand or caressing his cheek, letting him know it was ok. On more than one occasion when Luke didn't get the hint, Kaylee simply put a finger on his lips and boldly told him, "Luke, you can kiss me now." She didn't think he'd ever get used to kissing her. The more she thought about it, the more she preferred it that way. \--- The weekend nights were the most special. Every Friday night, and every other Saturday, Luke drove Kaylee out to the countryside in his Challenger. He still drove like Miss Daisy, she teased him, but she didn't mind. Fast or slow -- it didn't matter -- she loved sitting next to Luke, gazing out the window and enjoying the quiet pace as farm field after farm field passed them by. Kaylee remembered vividly the first time he took her into the country. Luke found a quiet place to pull over and park as the sun went down; no one was around for miles. There was a feeling in the air unlike anything else she had ever felt before; it was as if they were the only two people in the world. Luke escorted her out of the car and grabbed a few blankets out of the trunk, throwing them on the hood of the Challenger. She recalled her own state of shock as she watched him throw a blanket on top of the hood, climbing up and offering his hand to her. He loved that car, but with the single act that would have made any true car aficionado pass out, it showed how much more he loved her. That first night was magical. Luke instinctively drew her close; she smiled, knowing how uncharacteristic that was for him. He was so busy looking up at the stars, excitedly telling her about the constellations, that he didn't even realize he was pulling her into his arms. Savoring the moment, she wrapped her arms around his chest, looking up and into the night sky with him. "...And you see that one right there? That's Orion," he whispered to her. She wasn't really listening to him before; he was speaking way above her head and she couldn't keep up. Plus, all she really wanted was for him to hold her, and he was already doing that. "Are you listening to me, Kaylee," Luke chuckled. Caught red-handed! "Sorry, I was just daydreaming. Or nightdreaming. Dreaming at night without being asleep, whatever you call it," Kaylee said stumbling on her own words, unable to explain what she was feeling. Lately Luke had the ability to even mess up the simple things in her mind. "Orion. You said something about Orion," she quickly blurted, bailing herself out. "Yes, Orion is one of the easiest constellations to see. See those small three stars in a row," Luke pointed out. "That's his belt." "Oh! I see it," Kaylee said as her eyes followed Luke's finger. "They're called Alnitak, Alnilam, and Mintaka. Orion was a hunter in Greek Mythology, which is why the constellation is also known as 'The Hunter'." Kaylee smiled. "Wow, that's original," she said sarcastically. Luke nodded and kept talking -- he obviously didn't get it. Once again, he lost Kaylee and had no clue. She didn't mind; Luke could talk all night for all she cared. In fact, she preferred it. His voice was calm and soothing, and his peaceful words reassured her that he was still there next to her. With that thought alone, she snuggled up against him even closer. If she had her way, she would have ripped off his clothes and taken him right there. Not because she had a primal lust the way that men had, but because he was... well, because he was Luke and she was simply crazy about him. She wanted to give herself to him; she had such passion that she was desperate for him to have. She silently cursed under her breath, remembering how he had to play the role of the gentleman, despite what she wanted. No matter; she would get her chance with him eventually, somehow or another. By the time that night was over -- or any of their subsequent nights -- she still hadn't learned the names of any of the stars, and other than Orion she couldn't even remember the name of a single constellation. That belt was pretty easy to see, but that was about it. But aside the education in astronomy, simply laying on the hood and cuddling with Luke while gazing up at the stars? She wouldn't have traded those nights for anything. \--- As amazing as life was with Luke, Kaylee still knew she would have to deal with what Audrey called 'The Bradley Situation.' She never called him after she saw the video of him and Luke in their one-sided fight; she was simply too angry to face him and maintain any rational train of thought at the same time. Every phone call from Bradley was ignored despite the instant surging rage she felt whenever his number popped up. When she finally saw him in the halls for the first time after Christmas break, it took everything Audrey and Mick had to hold her back. Audrey later told Kaylee she thought she was seriously going to claw him to death with her newly manicured fingernails. Even Kaylee, after she had a chance to settle down and let her anger subside, was shocked at her own behavior. She was just grateful that Luke wasn't around to see the 'psycho' side of her, as Audrey so lovingly called it. It was like she had turned into The Hulk, complete with all of his anger and rage. His raw strength, not so much, but that wasn't going to stop her from ripping Bradley apart had he refused to quickly retreat. Audrey joked, "Kaylee smash!" Kaylee didn't think it was as funny as she did. Bradley stayed out of her path after that. Every once in a while, Kaylee would catch him staring at her, sometimes from across the cafeteria and other times on the other side of the lockers, but once he was caught he would walk away. Kaylee smirked, watching his pathetic loser-self crawl away like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs. Funny about that analogy. In her experience, most men were in fact dogs. Luke was kind of the exception, even though he fit the definition in a different way; he was more of a sweet, loyal puppy that followed her around with unconditional adoration, unafraid of putting himself at risk for her. She loved that about him. She tried not to be selfish, but she absolutely loved the attention he showered her with. He wasn't the smoothest talker, or the most eloquent, but she began to realize she had an ability to understand what he meant where others didn't. For example, whenever he said, "You look good, Kaylee," she could look into his eyes and understand what he really meant was, "You look absolutely stunning, Kaylee!" At first, it seemed like they had a pretty good after-school routine developed. Most of the nights when she had play practice Luke would go to the library to study. At the end of each night, as Kaylee's play practice wrapped up -- ten minutes prior to be precise, as Luke was always punctual and on-time -- Luke would finish up his studying, put his books and binder in his backpack, and walk to the other side of the building to wait for her. Practice was frustrating for Kaylee. For some reason she'd always get tongue-tied on the line, "Hath rotted ere his youth attain'd a beard". She liked acting, but Shakespear...what the frick was he thinking? Really, why couldn't the old English guy speak... well, English? At least Luke was always there to comfort her, even when she was overwhelmed and felt like bawling her head off. \--- "Where's Luke," Audrey asked Kaylee after play practice. "This is like the first time in a month I haven't seen him here waiting for you." As the two girls walked to the parking lot, Kaylee couldn't hide her irritation. "He said he had something with Aaron tonight. I think he's helping him with his documentary." "Yeah? What is that documentary about, anyway? He's been working on it like all year," Audrey responded. Kaylee shrugged, "I don't know. I think it's like that old show Seinfeld, minus the comedy. It's about a whole lot of nothing. At least that's all I've been able to figure out from it." But when Kaylee remembered the video clip Aaron played for her, starring Luke Patton in the role of the underdog hero who took on the bully, she bashfully added, "Mostly, anyway." "So I take it things are going good with you and Luke? You guys are like always together," Audrey remarked. "It's going pretty good," Kaylee said, although her smile was obviously forced. "I wish he would've shown up tonight, though. He's already planning on seeing Aaron twice next week, too, so I won't get to see him." Audrey laughed, "That's not that big of a deal; so what if you have to share him for a night or two? You can live without seeing him for a twenty-four hour period. Besides, absence makes the heart grow fonder." Turning her head towards Audrey, Kaylee made a point of showing off an exaggerated eye roll, "Well, as crazy as I am about him, I think he's even crazier about me, if that were possible. I just don't like the thought of him losing interest in me." Kaylee pulled out her keychain and remotely unlocked her car. "I mean," Kaylee said, looking up at the night sky with a dreamy smile, "I've never had anyone as mad about me before as he is. He's practically wrapped around my finger, but the thing is, I didn't put him there. And here's the crazy thing." She continued, "Every minute that I'm away from him, it almost hurts, you know?" With a slight smile, Audrey unlocked her car and opened the door, nodding, "You have it bad for him, hun. I swear, you guys are gonna have like twenty babies together." Unable to help herself, Audrey joked, "Literally!" Even Kaylee laughed as she opened her own car door. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves." She tried not to think too hard about Audrey's comment; having Luke's babies was the last thing she needed on her mind. \--- "What do you mean you're going over to Aarons again? That's the third time this week! You said it would only be twice," she pouted. Kaylee was frustrated. She wanted to reach through the cell phone and choke her boyfriend. "You know I want to see you after your play practice, but he needs me. He took on a project a little bigger than he thought it would be, and I'm trying to bail him out," Luke told her apologetically. Her sigh was clearly audible through the phone, "Luke, you're killing me! You can't just pop this on me on the day of. You have to give me some warning!" "I know," Luke replied, trying to use every diplomatic skill he could muster up, "I would have told you earlier if I had known but I just found out about it. I told him he has to give me more of a heads-up; he thought he had an extra week and found out today that wasn't the case." "Luke, I don't even care what kind of project he's doing or what he's filming, but can't he do it himself? Haven't you helped him enough already?" "Well," Luke responded slowly, treading very carefully, "I'm just trying to help him out, like a certain young lady I know that needed help with her mathematics and chemistry..." She just knew he was sporting a smug smile on the other end on the phone. Leave it to Luke to remind her how much she needed his help. And, after all, Aaron was his best friend. She sighed again, but this time it was one of resignation. "Ok, ok. You have a point. Just don't forget about me, cowboy," she whispered in a sultry voice. His momentary silence on the other end was a clear indication she found a way inside his head. She gave a knowing, satisfied smile as he stammered, "I-I would never forget you, Kaylee." "I know, honey, and that's so sweet of you, but I was being rhetorical. And I feel the same way about you. The play is next week, just please promise me you'll be there for opening day at least?" Luke said, "Of course, Kaylee. I wouldn't miss that for anything. Normally I'd be tutoring four or five people this time of year, but since I'm only helping Aaron and Melissa it will be easy to deconflict schedules and make your play my first priority." Kaylee's eyes opened wide and she clenched her jaw. She growled, "MELISSA? Who is Melissa?" There was a period of uncomfortable silence on the other end of the phone before Luke finally spoke. "M-Melissa, you know. Melissa Young. She's a junior..." Kaylee interrupted Luke and exclaimed, "THAT Melissa? She's a slut! Are you kidding me, Luke Patton?" "S-she's not... I... R-really, Kaylee, we're just studying..." Kaylee grunted. She wanted to scream, You better be! Maybe she made Luke too hot. She didn't regret giving Luke his makeover, but Luke couldn't possibly resist someone like Melissa. She knew how tramps like Melissa operated. They started out innocently enough, but gradually they would fawn all over their prey, and before their victim knew it, their hooks were set in them too deep for any hope of escape. She held her tongue as well as she could and said, "Luke, I'm not going to make you not study with her. Just be careful. I know girls like that, and I don't trust her." Luke said, "But don't you trust me?" Kaylee sighed, deflated. It took her a moment to think of a response. "No, of course I trust you, Luke. It's her that I don't trust. I just... I don't want to see someone take advantage of you. You dress nice, and you look really hot. That means certain types of girls will be coming out of the woodworks, gunning for you." "But I don't want any other girls. I just want you," Luke said matter-of-factly, as if he couldn't figure out why Kaylee was so upset. Kaylee smiled. She even felt a little guilty. He sounded so calm when he said that, like he didn't know how to look at any other girls. It was as if he really, truly didn't understand why she was overreacting. Maybe she needed to relax, but she couldn't help worry about his vulnerability. But she had to make him understand; he was soooo naïve. "Baby, just remember, you're kind of new at this dating thing. You're a bit... shall we say, inexperienced. There are girls on the prowl out there that would love to chew you up and spit you out. I... just... be careful." She breathed a sigh of relief, now that she at least had that off her chest. The rest was up to Luke. "Ok, Kaylee," Luke said, devoid of emotion. Well, that was Luke. At least he understood. That was all she could ask for. "Night-night, cowboy," she told him, hanging up her cell. \--- Kaylee couldn't help steal the occasional glance out into the crowd whenever she had a chance, despite being on stage. Especially during one of Puck's never-ending and long-winded monologues. She knew exactly where Luke was supposed to be sitting, but the seat was empty. She scanned the rest of the audience just in case he sat elsewhere, but he was nowhere in sight. Besides, Luke was predictable and a creature of habit. He wouldn't even think of sitting somewhere else other than his assigned seat. That meant one thing: He stood her up!! She couldn't believe it! And if that alone wasn't bad enough, his absence made it even harder for her to focus. "Your line!" Audrey, or rather 'Peaseblossom', looked at Kaylee with wide eyes and whispered loudly with a closed mouth. Slowly bringing her mind back to the mythological world of satyrs and beasts, Kaylee realized Brock, who was playing Oberon, had finished his rant and now everyone was waiting on her. She quickly spouted, "My Oberon! What visions I have seen!" The rest of the night wasn't much better. She somehow managed to deliver her lines, although they came across flat and uninspired. It was a blessing when the play ended; as the curtain went down, she breathed deeply, feeling much like an animal put out of its misery. "Audrey, give me another wipe. This fucking makeup won't come off," Kaylee huffed, scrubbing her face unsuccessfully, sitting in her fairy queen dress in front of the mirror. "Go easy, girl," Audrey said, throwing her another wipe. "Last time I saw you scrubbing that hard was when you thought that one boy gave you cooties back in the third grade. Keep it up and you won't have any flesh left. What's going on?" Kaylee glared at her, as if she should have already known, then continued wiping her face. "Oh, I get it. Luke. What happened? Wasn't he out there?" "Nope," Kaylee said indignantly, her face red -- and not from the makeup. "That bastard said he'd be here on opening night. He's probably out with Aaron, helping him with that stupid documentary. That's just if I'm lucky. Heaven help him if he's with that stupid slut Melissa. She's probably trying to get into his pants as we speak." "Wait," Audrey started, "Luke wouldn't blow you off with Melissa, and he certainly wouldn't be playing video games with Aaron instead of watching your play. You know that. Maybe he had a good reason. Luke would never blow you off intentionally." "Good reason my ass. Luke can go fuck himself." Audrey was shocked; she couldn't remember the last time she'd seen Kaylee so angry... it was probably a year or two ago when she was with Bradley. Big surprise there. But being this outraged at Luke? That was something she never thought she would see. "I mean, he didn't even call me! He still hasn't called," she whined, showing Kaylee her cell phone. "No texts, no voice messages; nothing. Maybe I'd consider believing something important kept him from coming, if he wasn't spending so much time tutoring Melissa." "Well, Kaylee, he hasn't given you any treason to not trust him. I mean, what's with this rage of jealousy thing all of a sudden? I've never seen you like this. He's tutored tons of students and never acted inappropriately with any of them, not even you. He..." Kaylee interrupted, "Oh just shut up! I do NOT get jealous! Just because he turned down my advances doesn't mean he'd resist every other girl's flirting, so this has nothing to do with jealousy." Audrey wasn't sure what to say; Kaylee just wasn't thinking rationally. Her friend continued ranting, "I... I don't mind if he periodically helps Aaron or Melissa or anyone else study," she said unconvincingly. "But for him to miss the play, especially with..." It was Audrey's turn to interrupt Kaylee, "Oh come on! You'd spend every minute of every day with Luke if you could, and you've been complaining to me since he missed your first play practice. And that was with him giving you a heads-up. Just give him a chance is all I'm saying. Call him and see why he didn't make it." "Forget it," Kaylee snarled. "He knows where I am at. He can come begging to me and explain what happened. Better yet, I don't even want to see his face." Audrey sighed. Sometimes it was impossible to get through to that girl. \--- Kaylee was the last one out of the building. It was harder to hold her tears back now that she didn't have to hide them from anyone, except for the janitor who would soon be locking up the building behind her, but she still didn't want Luke to have the satisfaction of making her cry. With each step to her car, shoulders slumped and her head hung down, Kaylee's could feel her eyes fill up until they were no longer able to contain her tears. She pulled out her cell phone. After it rang several times, it went to his voice mail. All of her rage finally spilled out, "Luke, you're a BASTARD! I can't believe you didn't show up for my play. I can't even believe you aren't answering your phone right now, you ass! I don't know where the hell you are right now, probably with that slut-butt Melissa; it's like you've been spending more time with her than me lately. Maybe you should date HER instead! I can't believe I've wasted my time with you. I thought you cared about me, but it's obvious you only care about yourself. You KNEW how important this play was for me, but you didn't give a shit, and you bailed on me! Whether you're with her or not it doesn't even matter; there's no excuse for not showing up and not even having the decency to tell me you couldn't make it. Well, FINE! I don't need you then. Don't bother coming to the one tomorrow night, either. You had your chance." Taking a deep breath, she held the phone closer to her lips, "Listen to me, Luke: WE. ARE. OVER!!" She turned her phone off; it took everything she had to resist throwing it across the parking lot. As she opened her car door and slid inside, she lowered her head on the steering wheel and began to sob uncontrollably.
Bedsprings Arc Pt. 02	56,398	4.7	223,263	[ "snowsex", "make-up sex", "strippers", "exotic dancers" ]	Blizzard I land, and I'm face to face with my ex-boyfriend. Face to crotch, really. My knees are on either side of Evan Fucking Roswell's head. I'm going to be sick. He raises an eyebrow at me. I can't fucking breathe. The smoke in here is choking, the heat from the lights makes my braincells melt, my pants are so tight they're cutting off circulation to my balls, and I can't fucking breathe. "Hey, gorgeous," he says, like he's asking the fucking time of day, and runs a finger up my crotch. I can't move. I'm going to fucking die. "What's your name?" I stare. He doesn't recognize me. Evan Fucking Please-Die Roswell doesn't recognize me. I've cut my hair and I'm wearing my make-up an inch fucking thick, and sure I'm a fucking exotic dancer instead of the uptight fucking law student he used to fuck, but he's smirking at me and my knees have fucking melted, which is why I can't get my crotch out of his fucking face, and he doesn't recognize me. Please die, I want to say. "Bluh," I say instead. I try again. "Pedro." "Pedro." He smirks, and pulls out a wad of bills. Where the hell did Evan Fucking Roswell get a wad of bills? "How much for a lap dance?" Sex, I think. Sex I can do. The minute he flashes those bills, the business part of my mind reminds me that I sex means money and I need money if I want to eat, and he doesn't fucking recognize me. I remember how to breathe, at least a little. I lean forward. Lick my lips. "I think I'll leave that up to you." I pull myself into his lap. "How much am I worth?" I look up. This is a mistake. His eyes hit mine, and he's Evan Fucking Roswell, with these deep blue lapis lazuli eyes, and my knees have melted again. I am not in love with Evan Roswell. I'm afraid he's going to realize who he has in his lap and drop me on the floor, but his eyes don't flash any more recognition than they showed an instant ago. Just lust. Sex. Sex I can do. He's smirking. He looks away. I hear the crisp of a bill as he tucks it into the back of my pants. His fingers brush across my skin. I'm ticklish at the base of my spine, which is right where his fingers are lingering. I manage, at least, not to yelp. I slide my ass against him, grinding, with this way I've learned of rolling my hips that makes men moan. He's not moaning. He's smirking. He's fucking toying with me. I have a moment of panic that he knows. But I can't let myself believe he'd just come here, a year after walking out on me, just to mock me like this. I can't believe he knows. My brain cells would fucking implode. I do it again. Slide, grind, roll. Evan Fucking Please-Die Roswell doesn't even move. His arms are relaxed at his sides, and I'd give up my salary for a whole fucking month if he'd just put those arms around me. It's not that he's not hard. He's been hard this whole time. He's rock hard, and I'm so fucking tempted to put my hand down his pants. I would go down on him, right here, if he'd only fucking call me by my name. "Pedro," he says, and traces as finger down my chest, smirking. Pinches a nipple. This time I yelp. I see my boyfriend across the room. He's got this hurt-puppy expression on his face, and I remember I promised to stop giving lap-dances. I want to die. Evan notices. He couldn't not notice, the way I froze, staring over his shoulder. He doesn't look. "Something more interesting than me?" he asks. "Previous engagement," I reply. It's hard not to talk like I usually do, but I don't want him to know. It's hard not to say those two little words stuck in my head. Please Die. "Cancel it." He's smirking. I manage to stop watching my boyfriend, who's trying to summon me over by gestures. I blink at Evan. "How much for the night?" he asks. I'm a stripper, I want to tell him, not a whore. I don't know how much a whore costs, for a night. I bet Evan F. Roswell knows. I wonder if he's ever had a whore. I don't want to know. "How much do you think I'm worth?" I repeat. I can see my boyfriend bribing a waitress to come resue me. It's Rosie. Of course he'd have to fucking bribe Rosie. Rosie's infamously effective at interruptions. "The entire roll of bills in my pocket," he says. "But only if you earn them, one by one. All night." My mouth is dry. Please die, I want to say. It's me. Matthew. You broke my heart, you smarmy fucking bastard, please die. Rosie crashes into me. Spills something neon pink and highly alcoholic all over Evan's white shirt. I get up. I feel his hand close on my wrist. He's giving me this right-here, right-now look. Rosie bumps him and I escape. I flee into the back room. Paul's waiting. He's giving me this I'm-hurt-and-disappointed-in you look. "Matthew," he says. He doesn't call me Matty. I hate being called Matty. He doesn't want to fight. I do. "I brought the car. I thought you'd be tired." He's so fucking nice it makes me sick. My boyfriend calls me darling while we're making love, and all I can think of is the ex who called me slut as he fucked me. He doesn't even make me pay rent. This is probably the only reason I haven't broken his heart. Yet. I hate myself. I hate Evan Fucking Please-Die Roswell. I'm going to be sick. I extract the money tucked into my pants, my earnings for the night. I stare at the bill Evan gave me, when I figure out for sure which one it was. It's a fifty. For an interrupted lap-dance. That roll of bills was more money than I've seen in months. What the hell is Evan F. P.-D. Roswell doing with that much money? Buying hookers. There's a movie poster tacked to the wall outside. I stop and stare at it. Please Fucking Die, it reads, in swirly pink and black lettering. "What is it?" Paul asks. His arm is around my waist. "Nothing," I say. We keep walking. He's fucking cuddling me as we walk. I'm going to be sick. I'm thinking about the bastard. His arm around my waist would be firm, possessive. He'd probably cuddle me, too, but I'd elbow him, insult him, and end up being pulled even closer and fucking nuzzled. I hate being nuzzled. I met him two summers ago at my family's pleasure home on the lake. Yes, my family has a fucking summer home. And yes, I'm shaking my ass on stage and bumming housing off my boyfriend so I don't fucking starve. Don't fucking ask. My sister brought him home, introduced us to her new husband. It took me one whole week to give in and jump him. They were never married, really. My sister's a lesbian. Evan's a friend of hers. He's a fucking actor. We barely went five minutes that summer before he grabbed me and dragged me off to have really, really damn good sex. My brother walked in on us (would've joined us, too). My mother walked in on us. My 94-year-old great-fucking-grandmother Amaranta walked in on us. My dog walked in on us, and I didn't even have a dog. Then my grandfather walked in on us, and this is why I'm shaking my ass on stage so I don't starve. My sister Val, fortunately, had already got the inheritance she wanted by this point. They staged a divorce like they staged their wedding. Evan took me home with him, got me a job waiting tables at the club where he'd met Val, and, not even a year later, kicked me out on my ass. And now he's come back to haunt me. I hate Evan Fucking Roswell. I am completely obsessed with Evan Fucking Please-Die Roswell. I am still in love with Evan F. Roswell. I am completely fucking batshit insane. It's snowing outside when I wake up. This will come as a surprise, but I love snowy mornings. Or snowy afternoons, as it happens to be. The fridge is empty, so I take to the streets for a cup of hot chocolate and a danish. I sit in the park and watch the ducks sliding clumsily across the ice. "Hey, sweetcheeks," he says, sitting down next to me. "Please die," I reply automatically. "You cut your hair." He's smirking. Of course he's fucking smirking. "Are you stalking me?" I ask. "Yes," he replies." I feel sick. I don't want the rest of the danish. I toss it at him. He eats it. I want to toss the hot chocolate at him. Burn his fucking pretty face. "What's your middle name?" I ask. "Gregory." Evan Gregory Roswell. Doesn't work. "No, it's not." "What's yours?" I stare into my cup. "Alexander." "Cute." "Please fucking die," I say, and talking hurts, somehow. One of the things I hate most about Evan is that I can't fucking forget him. This is because he's an incredible fuck, and everywhere I go, I remember a time we fucked. We've had sex fucking everywhere. I go to the movies and I can't concentrate because I'm thinking about Evan Fucking Roswell going down on me in the back row. I can't go to the club where I used to work because I can count the thirty-two places we had sex there while I was a waiter and he was a bartender. On the bar. Behind the bar. On the stage. On the dinky catwalk above the stage. On most of the tables. On the dance floor--which I don't recommend because it was fucking hard in addition to uneven and dirty. In the bathrooms (male and female). On the couch in the back room, where he actually let me top him. On this old, out-of-tune piano backstage. I can't even fucking look at a piano anymore. I'm looking at the snow, and I want to have sex in the snow. "You should see my new place," he says. "Why?" "You'd like it?" "What do you want from me?" "Sex." Well, at least he's fucking honest. "I have a boyfriend," I tell him. "So?" "He's gentle. He calls me darling while we're making love. He tells me he loves me." "I'm sure he's everything you've always wanted in a man." "Fuck off and die." "Do you hate him?" "No," I say. Evan F. P.-D. (G.) Roswell smirks. "He's that bad in bed?" I twitch. This is the other thing I hate about Evan Roswell. He always knows exactly what I'm actually saying. Paul is the only person I've ever met who listens to me and takes me seriously. It blows me away. He doesn't have a fucking clue. "Please die," I say. He stands. "You coming, sweet cheeks?" "Go to Hell." I get up. Seriously consider the still-hot beverage. Drop it in a trash can. Evan Fucking Roswell will never know how close he came. Actually, he probably does. I throw a lot of things at him. It was after I put a knife through his hand that he finally threw me out. We're a messed-up couple. He doesn't touch me as we walk. "What's his name?" "Paul." "Why are you wasting your time?" I wish I could lie to him. I wish I could say I'm not wasting my time, that I love Paul and he loves me. I can't. "He doesn't charge me rent," I say. I hate myself. He grabs me then, and his tongue is in my mouth, and I'm kissing back. We're in the middle of the fucking street, and I don't even care. I feel him let go. I can't meet his eyes. I hate myself too much. He opens the car door for me. I get in. He's still got the same crappy-ass truck as always. I'm thinking of all the things he's done to me in this truck. I'm going to be sick. "Matty," he says. "Don't call me Matty," I say. He drives out to this practically deserted industrial area of town. It would be a great place to dispose of a body. He pulls up in front of this old house, that looks like some kind of cheap miniature knock-off of a southern mansion, and just as old. "You live here?" I ask. He opens the door. It's not locked. Hell, it's not like he has neighbors. There are a few remains of houses nearby, some of them with an intact roof. Fucking old. Even this one should probably be condemned. "There's no electricity," he says. "There is running water, but it's not heated and I don't think it's safe to drink." The house is cold, but it smells of pine, old tobacco--the kind in a pipe--and wood smoke. I feel like we're a hundred miles from civilization. Fucking Alaska or something. There are creepy old pictures on the walls, of people who have been dead for a hundred years. "The former owner was a hundred and two. He had no heirs. I got the place at a public auction. They wanted to tear it down. There's a wood stove in the kitchen, and fireplaces in most rooms, so it can be heated." He's fucking proud of this dump. He takes my hand as he pulls me through the house. I brush my thumb across his palm. I can feel the scar I left there. I wish I could apologize. We stumble into the snow in the back garden, and I swear it's fucking enchanted. There's a high stone wall, completely cutting it off from the world, and it's silent. These weird Greek statues of naked men and scantily-clad goddesses reign over the overgrown rose bushes and stone-lined paths carpeted with snow. I've never seen anything so fucking peaceful. "I thought it'd be a nice place to have sex," he says. There are no words. I jump him. We we hit the ground and he's already got me out of my coat. He puts his own with it, so at least we're not lying on the cold snow. It's still snowing, but the kiss is so fucking hot I'm melting. "Shit," he says. "I don't have a condom." "I don't care," I say, and he rolls with a growl, pinning me down on my back. His lips are on my throat and I"m moaning. He takes my earlobe between his teeth and tugs. "Pants," he orders. "Off." I'm about to argue that I can't very well reach my pants with him lying on top of me, but right then he rolls off me so that I can. My pants are gone and when he pounces me again, he's naked. This time, we miss, and my back hits snow. He unbuttons my shirt, but leaves it on. He knows I get cold easy, and I'm practically shivering already, so we're going to have to do this fast. "I'm not giving you preparation," he warns me. "Do it." "You do it." He rolls again, so I'm on top, and his hand is tickling at the base of my spine. I'm laughing, like I haven't laughed since the bastard left me. I sit back, breath quickening, and it hurts. Paul would never make love without lube, so I've forgotten how much this hurts. The head of his cock works its way inside me, and suddenly he slams his hips up into me. I scream. Evan Fucking Please-Die (Gregory) Roswell has the decency to gasp. "Shit, Matty," he says. "I forgot how tight you are." My fingernails are embedded in his shoulder. I'm trying to remember how to breathe. I whimper. He laughs, patting my ass. "You all right, slut?" I manage to remove my fingernails from his shoulder. I've drawn blood. "I fucking hate you," I gasp. I push myself up, with my hands and knees, lifting most of the way off his cock, which, as I"m only now remembering, is painfully huge. He grabs my ass and slams me back down. I wince, my fingernails leaving a second set of blood-rimmed crescents on his shoulder. I'm on top, but he's completely in control. He makes it clear that he's letting me have the freedom I have to set the pace, but the moment I slow too much for his tastes, or try to take any more freedom than he allows, he plows into me, hard enough to make me scream. He's a total, certifiable control freak, and I love it. He hits every last one of my buttons. I recover quickly, and then I can actually enjoy my enleashed freedom. I have to say, I love riding a good stud, especially a fucking bronco like Evan. It's even better that it's snowing, and the flakes on my skin are cold, in contrast to the hot fucking cock inside me. He smiles, seeing I'm feeling playful, and runs his hand over my hip, tickling. I start laughing, and he moans at the way I writhe. I can't stand it anymore, and I speed up, him grinding his cock into me each time. As if I'm not moaning already, he wraps his hand around my prick. I absolutely fucking melt. I can hear my voice begging for more. He loves hearing me beg, and he knows that the more he gives, the more I beg. He flips us over so he can fuck me harder, the way he likes it. He's feeling generous enough to keep one hand fisting my prick, and it's all I need to send me over the edge, when I feel his cock start pumping cum inside me. I completely lose control, and I hear myself shouting his name. When he's finally done--and Evan Roswell has long fucking orgasms, usually twice as long as mine--I"m starting to shiver from the cold, because he managed to land me in the snow, again. My shirt is soaked. He smirks. "Sorry, sweetcheeks." I can feel his cum dribbling down my ass as he pulls out. He pushes our clothes into my lap, then gathers me into his arms. I'm not a small guy, I'm a perfectly respectable average height, but he's five inches taller than me because he's just that obscenely tall. He carries me inside, upstairs. Drops me on a surprisingly nice bed with a fluffy comforter. I shove our clothes onto the floor and curl up in the comforter. He's making a fire. I never thought something so fucking quaint as this place could feel so fucking good. He crawls onto the bed and pulls me close. He's warm, so I"m not about to complain about the cuddling. "Pedro." He smirks. "Why 'Pedro'? You're not a bit ethnic." "I thought you didn't recognize me." I glare at him. "What, because of all the make-up?" He laughs. "I'd know that body anywhere." I blink. "Where'd you get all that money? You're a fucking starving actor." He laughs at me. "From the movie." "What movie?" "Are you serious?" He sits up. "You haven't seen the posters?" "What movie?" "Please Fucking Die." He starts digging through a closet. Pulls out a movie poster and unrolls it. It's the one I was staring at. "I can't believe you haven't seen the ads. I'm one of the main characters." He's on the poster, and it's obviously him, and I don't know how I've been staring at this poster and his lapis lazuli eyes for the past three weeks without realizing it. "You're a movie star." "Kind of. Yes." I notice the name on the poster. Evan Rosier. He's using it as his stage name. I don't know what to say. He sits back down. Kisses me. I pull away. "So what am I, revenge fuck? You just track me down so you can kick me out again once you get bored, because you're a movie star and you can do that?" He shrugs. "The whole time we were shooting that movie, I kept looking at the scar on my hand and realizing I'd walked away from the love of my life." Evan is the only person who has ever been able to leave me speechless. He has never once in our relationship told me he loved me. I think my brain cells all just died in a mass apocalypse. I am now comatose. "I hate you," I whimper, and his tongue is in my mouth again, the way it's supposed to be, and being speechless and comatose isn't so bad, really, because Evan Fucking Please-Die (Gregory) Roswell-Rosier loves me.
Hotel Hookup	47,046	4.63	2,110,083	[ "hotel", "married" ]	It wasn't the first time we hooked up and it certainly wouldn't be the last. We were both aware we had hit upon the sexual jackpot guys in our situation found ourselves and neither wanted that to change. It was 6PM and I had been back in my hotel room getting ready for his visit for about an hour. In addition to the shower, I had been nursing a drink or two as the excitement that started the moment I stepped on the plane for this business trip built to its impending conclusion. My business trips to a mid-sized, not-too-exciting city were how we met during the good ol' days where married guys could easily hook up via Craigslist. Drop a post in a decent-sized city and you could have your choice of men within a few hours. Unfortunately for me, I was picky. I had a type. Being a mid-40s, married business traveler I always had a thing for guys in my situation - the suburban dad who liked to fuck around with other men. The suburban dads who got off not on romance with another guy, but the primal sex they could have. The grunting, the cum, the release and the knowledge that this was about getting off and nothing more. Like I said, I was picky. I would get emails and critique their grammar and content for any clue they were anything other than what they claimed to be. I got off on the other PTA/soccer dads and I had to work to find them. Ted, my buddy, has initially responded to a post I put up offering no-strings blow jobs in my hotel after work. His email and pic showed me exactly what I was looking for. He was in his late 40s, married, goatee, hairy chest, 6'3, decent shape, but with that slight dad-bod. He was, in my opinion, hot as hell. He just wanted to swing by, drop his work slacks, fuck my mouth and split. We exchanged the necessary hotel information and at the designated time, I propped the door ajar, turned down the lights and waited on my knees. I guess it's true what they say about not needing to brag when you have a great cock, because he hadn't bragged, but it was definitely the perfect, thick, 8" cock of porn dreams. His balls matched the size of his cock and were huge. That first of many blow job was quick, the load was pumped straight down my throat and he was out the door and on his way. His holding my head and growl of, "Swallow it" (as if I needed to be told) when he came sent me over the edge. Within minutes, I sent a follow up email telling him thanks and giving the offer of taking things to the next level. I was more than willing. He took me up on that offer and two years of almost consistent every-other week fuck sessions, I found myself counting down the minutes until he arrived again. I sent that week's room number earlier when we started our usual back and forth emails we sent on days we met up. I was wearing what he liked me to have on which was a simple pair of basketball shorts with no underwear, shirtless and the taste of scotch on my breath. I was ready to fuck, prelubed, buzzed from a few drinks and raging horny from a day of thinking about getting railed and used while having to endure countless useless business meetings. I looked at myself in the mirror and was pleased to see a still-fit hairy body that could still turn somebody on. I downed the last of my drink as the time approached. Always punctual, he knocked at the door when expected and I let him in. Although I am what most people would consider tall, at 6'1" I had to bend my neck up to kiss him. As soon as the door shut, he took me and started kissing me with the urgency I understood all too well. As was often his MO, he pushed me against the wall so he could grind against me, feeling my cock through the thin material of my shorts and letting me feel his thick one through his suit pants. He kissed/chewed his way across my bead and down my neck. Meanwhile, he ran his hands through the hair on my chest and started the game of tweaking my nipples because he knew it turned me on even more. He loved hearing me beg for his cock and that move often lead me to begging to get fucked. After a few minutes of being pressed under his weight against the wall, he flipped me around and kissed the back of my neck. I reached back, frantically trying to grab any part of his body I could touch. With his left hand, he pushed against my shoulder and leaned back to watch his right hand trace down my back to the top of my shorts. With a single finger, he slowly pulled them down and whispered to me, "I'm gonna fuck that" and then let his finger slip between my furry ass cheeks to what he really came there for. I was clean and lubed and willing to let him completely have me however he wanted in whatever position he wanted. In past sessions, he would fuck me right there, pressed against the wall while he used me and came in my ass This time, he slipped his index finger in my ass, leaned in close as he wrapped his left arm around my chest and in between small bites to my neck and shoulder, said simply, "That's mine and I'm gonna leave here with my load dripping out of your ass." What can I say? We knew what got the other going and that was the trigger for me and him. With my shorts off, I was completely nude and ready to get him in the same situation. He took off his suit jacket and tie and allowed me to remove his dress shirt. I laid it and his undershirt on the desk chair and slid to my knees in front of him. I let my hands travel up his legs and across his crotch where I could feel the thickness of his cock under the wool of his pants. I unzipped him and his boxers allowed his cock to easily slip out. I didn't immediately take it in my mouth, but instead spent time pulling out his unshaven bull balls. I admired the animal nature of his cock and balls against the blue pinstripes of what most would consider his corporate clothing. Both exuded strength and masculine power that made me want to take some time to worship them. I began by kissing his balls and slowly running my tongue across them, then moving up to the base of his cock and into his pubes where I could smell the musk that made my head buzz like a hit of poppers. I eventually teased my way to the top of his cock which was, as always, dripping with precum. I took him into my mouth and he sighed. I knew he liked being worked on orally before the fucking, so I cupped his balls with my left hand as I used my mouth to provide the suction and speed I knew turned him on even more. I would occasionally pull back, look at his cock and say "Fucking beautiful" before taking it back down my throat. I had sucked him off may times, from a hotel room, his car at countless lunchtimes, in a park restroom while his daughter played soccer a few yards away, a restroom at his office and even in my rental car parked down the street from his house one cold November night. I knew how to get him aggressively horny with suction and tongue work around the thick mushroom head , but didn't want him to cum down my throat this go-around. Honestly, neither did he. I stood up and we kissed hard, our tongues dancing in each others mouth. The occasional "Yeah" or "Fuck"was whispered was the passion continued to build. Our cocks ground together and he reached around with both hands, cupped my ass and started walking us to the bed. He removed the rest of his clothes and we fell to the bed. As always, we kissed as our hands ran over our bodies, knowing what would come next. I was on my back as he chewed lightly on my nipples, causing me to involuntarily arch my hips up. With one swift move, he moved his face back up to mine, kissed me deeply, and used his thighs to force mine open. I moved my lower back so we would align better and I could feel the head of his cock moving through the hair of my ass crack. I was lubed from before his arrival, but the precum from his cock added to the slippery feeling. He reached over to the nightstand, took the bottle of lube, placed some on his cock and slid back into place. He would keep just enough pressure so I could feel the head of his cock at the entrance to my ass, but not enough to actually go in just yet. He was a master of "just the tip" play. The tease of the softness and hardness soon had me begging for more. I would slide forward and he would move back. We had long forgone condoms and I loved the warmth of his cock against my ass. The same move this had started that part of our dance was used to take us to the next. He once again moved up to kiss me, our facial hair rubbing against each other and he used the size and strength of his body to easily spread my legs and slide his cock into me. I let out a moan I know the guy in the next room could hear, but I was so driven by the moment I didn't care. "That's where it belongs," he said as he gave me a minute to get used to the thickness. I was so overcome with passion, I didn't need it, but instead enjoyed the sensation of his weight on me, his smell, his heat, and the feeling of being filled and used. He began fucking me with me on my back. I would reach down and grab his ass to feel it flex with each thrust. I loved being fucked in a missionary position. As I held on, I would push my hips up to meet his thrusts, wanting him to go as deep as he could. My mind was swimming with lust and I wanted nothing more than to feel him cum. We had gone from the fun of the initial rush of sex to the animal nature of two men fucking with the common goal of getting off. The room had a full length mirror and he told me to go stand in front of it so he could watch himself fucking me. I did as was told bent over and felt the familiar girth of his cock slide into my ass again as I closed my eyes and let out a groan. The time for taking it slow was over and he had entered me in one quick thrust. I looked up into the mirror and was amazed by what I saw. He held me by the shoulders, his wedding band glinting as he pummeled my ass with thrust after thrust. Our eyes locked and we both knew what the other was thinking - this was passion, this was what being in heat was like. We both were getting to the point of needing to cum. With my hands on either side of the mirror he reached under and started jerking my cock with one hand and using the other to hold my shoulder so he could keep pulling me back with each thrust. "I want to fuck you with your own cum." It wasn't a request. You could tell by the tone and deepness of his voice it wasn't. It was something he often demanded when fucking and I was happy to oblige. With the friction of his cock going balls-deep over and over, I was soon cumming in his hand as he jerked my cock. He never stopping pistoning in and out of my now-stretched ass. After I stopped cumming, he pulled out and quickly slathered my load that was on his hand on his dick and slammed it back in, taking me by my hips. I knew when he got to this point, it was just a matter of time until I got my reward. I felt him pull my ass cheeks apart so he could look down and watch as his was eight inches buried over and over. He spit on his cock that was already slick with my load and lube. His time was running out. I knew he had a limited window to work with before his lie to his wife that he was working late would start to sound fishy. He muttered as he now stopped pulling almost out and slamming back in with every thrust. Now he buried his entire cock up in me and used short, powerful thrusts in an attempt to almost get as deep as he could. "You want my load in you and I want you to remember who owns this ass. It's mine. Tell me you want it." In between body-shaking thrusts, I said, "Yes. Please. I want you to shoot in me. It's yours to use." The talk of ownership almost always sent him over the edge and this time was no different. The thrusts became more frantic and deep. The grunting was becoming frantic. "Please shoot your load in me. I want it" I said. Never before had I been with a man where there was that level of trust and I considered it an honor for him to breed me. He loved having his balls played with as he came, so I reached back under and allowed my fingers to touch his balls and could feel them tightening up against his body. "Gonna breed your ass" he grunted. I loved it when he started to lose control. With one final hard thrust, he started cumming up my ass, and then with each subsequent pulse, pushed his cock as deep as it could go. I knew how large his loads usually were and could feel the warmth fill me. His entire body jerked as he filled me. Those moments as he came in me, especially once we went bareback, became the most intense sexual experiences of my life. The mental release of your own orgasm combined with the knowledge that you were used in such a primal manner often gave me jerk off material to keep me happy until the next time we could hook up. I slowly raised up a little but stayed in position so his cock could stay in me as long as he wanted. He kissed the back of my neck and slowly ran his hands through my chest hair. As he took a moment to recover and his cock softened a little, I could feel his load and mine slowly start to leak out. I love the sensation of his warm cum as it drips from my ass and runs across my balls and tonight there was a lot. He pulled out, gave my ass a little smack, and looked down to admire his handiwork. He ran his finger around my gaping hole and pushed the cum that had leaked out back in. I gave him a small kiss as he walked to the shower knowing it would be another week or so before I would get to experience him again. "Keep it in you. I want you to go out with your coworkers tonight and them not know you have some guy's load in you." Once again, I didn't need to be told to do it, but I would always go along with whatever he wanted. If it kept him coming back to my hotel and coming in me, I would gladly follow his rules.
Don't Get Me Wrong	80,140	4.68	262,563	[ "seduction", "confusion", "beer", "gay first time", "surrender", "finger fucking" ]	Don't get me wrong – I love women. I've been fucking them for most of my life, and I haven't gotten any complaints. I mean, I have no reason not to like them. What guy wouldn't like a girl's lips wrapped around his cock, slurping like some rabid, toothless animal? Or what about when they straddle you with their curvy hips and ride you like they just got back from a dirty rodeo show down in Texas? It feels so good. So there's no rational reason on Earth that I should not enjoy banging pure female pussy. Except that I can't stand them. It's nothing personal, ladies. It's just a few ticks of mine. Like the screaming. Believe me, I have no problem being vocal during sex. I can dirty-mouth any tight girl enough to make her as horny as a guy wanking along to Jessica Simpson's latest commercial. But halfway through the good part...they start making these noises. Each woman sounds different in the beginning – some have a more melodic hum while some just bleat like goats – but eventually, they all start squirming and groaning like a drunken cat in heat. That I can tolerate up to a point. But soon comes the oh-fuck-oh-god-yes-yes-I'm-gonna-come-climax, and suddenly those forty dollar manicures are drawing my blood, and my apartment fills with screams like I'm murdering her instead of pleasing her. My eardrums beg me to reach up and strangle her before I go limp and deaf. And then there's the jiggling. There's no straight guy out there who wouldn't dream of suckling a double D cup hottie and watching her tits roll with every thrust of his cock inside of her. But after long enough with any woman, I feel like I'm fucking a piece of jello. Wiggle, bounce, bounce, bounce...after a while, you start noticing that some parts that shouldn't be jiggling are jiggling, and she's suddenly a hell of a lot flabbier than she looked in the dim light of the subway. There are other things – like the fact that no man could possibly master the art of pleasuring a woman, even if he read every advice book and took every kama sutra class in the world – but up until a little while ago, I thought I didn't have a choice. I took every fuck as a necessity, sweating and groaning and thrusting until I came, and then politely zipping up my pants and moving on. I could satisfy my occasional cravings with a blowjob here and a fuck there, and that was that. But there was something missing. Something I couldn't quite place. I should introduce myself before I go on. My name is Lance Callahan, and I live in New York City in an apartment I (grudgingly) share with my crack-snorting older brother, Seth. I'm eighteen years old and I work two shitty jobs to pay the bills that my dumbass brother always somehow rakes up. My mother's dead, and I never knew my father – and I'm damn well glad I didn't because I'd have to slit the son-of-a-bitch's throat if I did. Seth and I live under the same roof for convenience's sake alone, and as long as each pays his own share and stays out of the other's way, it works. That means I basically live on my own and do whatever the hell I want with myself. Appearance-wise, I don't think I'm too daunting. I have dirty-blonde hair, but a few months ago I took a liking to bleaching it and dying it dark blue. It always falls in jagged streaks along my forehead, and I like the effect. I got my left eyebrow pierced a while ago, and I sometimes wear a ring on by bottom lip, but both are only a barely noticeable glint of silver. Half the reason I got them was to piss Seth off – he practically flinches every time he sees a pierced face – and it worked, so there's no way I'm getting rid of either of them. I have light brown eyes and relatively pale skin. I'm not perfect, and I do have a few little white scars, but you have to look for them to see them. I dress in whatever the local shoplifter is selling that week, but I've always been attracted to darker colors – they look better on me, anyway. As I was saying, though, there was something distinctly missing in my life. It haunted me at night, especially after sex. The raw afterglow seeped away at something inside of me more and more each time I fucked someone, and I ended up walked away feeling emptier than before. It was like I was constantly trying to fill a bottomless cup, physically and emotionally. I tried to brush it off as my imagination – after all, there was no rationality behind this odd twinge of hunger – but something in me wouldn't let go. Ultimately, it took one of my brother's friends to give me the missing piece. His name was Lucas, but we always called him Luke. He was one of Seth's pot-buddies, meaning that he was one of over a dozen kids who showed up every Thursday night to chain-smoke in Seth's bedroom. He had deep black hair that fell down in straight cascades down the sides of his face, and a calculated smile that made you think he was about to say something taunting and sarcastic. His eyes were a shocking shade of electric green, and they always seemed to be deep and shifting, like he was looking right into every person in the room and reading their most intimate thoughts. He had pierced tongue and a rolling laugh, and a slender body and fingers that reminded you of a musician. He always wore black and only black, and tight clothing that looked like it might rip if he stretched his arms or legs any further. A peculiar scent of spicy smoke seemed to follow him wherever he went, and he always moved as smoothly as a dancer, whether it was on the nightclub floor or just tapping the ash off the end of his cigarette. His easygoing attitude molded perfectly with his "player" aura; he seemed like the kind of guy that could float from one relationship to another without ever stumbling or thinking twice. He also happened to be the most flamingly open homosexual you could ever come across. I had absolutely no problem with him before I started going to the strips and dance clubs with my brother's buddies. He was just another kid in the pack, and I really didn't give a damn about him or what he did. But then he started eyeing me, and that's when I got uncomfortable. I still had that one-track pussy-bound mind, so when he threw his gaze down my body amid the flashes of the synthetic lights, I frowned and ignored every fiber of his being. Any time he tried to talk to me, I bluntly excused myself and walked off to the nearest retreat, be it a bathroom or a back alley. Then, he started trying to touch me. It first started when he was walking out the apartment door one Thursday night, and he gave my ass a little pinch when he stepped by. He turned and laughed at my startled expression, and I was so flustered that I told him to go fuck himself and literally shoved him out by the wood of the door. Later on, whenever he showed up at a club with the others, he'd always find some opportunity to casually brush his hand against me. It could be anything from accidentally brushing by thigh while lifting his hand for his drink or pressing his arm against my back as he tried to squeeze behind me in the crowd. It got to a point where once, amid the throbbing of the base and the sweat of the people crowded around me, I suddenly felt his breath hot in my ear and his hips roughly grinding my ass. I had whipped around, flushed and speechless, just about ready to punch him in the face. But before I could spit any of my welling venom at him, he laughed and walked away without saying a word. The thing was, I wasn't scared of him because I was repulsed by his advances. I was scared of him because it was turning me on. Needless to say, after that night, I avoided all possible contact with him. I stayed out on Thursday nights and stopped going to those clubs. If I accidentally went to the same convenience store at the same time he did, I left immediately. If I saw him standing on the sidewalk near our apartment, I ducked my head and took a roundabout route. I did anything and everything to stay out of his sight. Meanwhile, my sexual need seemed to take a sharp upturn for no reason, and I found myself becoming less and less picky with the girls I fucked. I didn't care if they screamed bloody murder and tore my skin apart with their French manicures. I just needed a release, and I needed it badly, because I was thinking too much about him and it horrified me. He's just a creep, I told myself. Just a creep, and I'm going through an odd phase that'll correct itself as soon as I shoot him in his dirty little face. I was very successful in avoiding him – so successful, in fact, that I didn't catch a glimpse of him for an entire five weeks. And then, it all happened. I remember it was a Sunday night, because the fuzzy, cheap television screen kept showing reruns of an earlier football game. I collapsed on the couch after a day of shoving sloppy hamburgers under people's noses at my restaurant job, and next at my pharmacy job selling old ladies their monthly urinary tract infection meds and a copy of People's magazine. I was tired and I wanted to fall asleep, but more than that, I felt strangely horny. I flipped through the channels vaguely, watching the colors change but not taking interest in anything. Not even Telemundo could amuse me in my oppressive need. I was about to reach down into my pants when I heard the sound of grunting in the room next door, and I realized with sharp frustration that my brother was getting off with some chick. That meant masturbation was out of the question, because I was not going to get caught jacking off by Seth and whatever slut he had tonight. I groaned aloud, contemplating getting up and going to my room for some privacy, though I didn't have the energy to do it. That was when I heard the door click and creak open and shut. I figured it was one of Seth's closer friends, because they had a key so they could get their share of crack whenever they wanted. I didn't even bother to lift my head off of the lumpy couch to see who it was. "You can't get in right now," I called motionlessly, watching some Spanish girl giving her boyfriend a bitch slap on the screen. "He's fucking. Come back later." "Damn," the voice replied, "And I'm craving like fuckin' hell." I froze. My whole body tensed all at once. I jerked up to a sitting position and whipped my head back in time to see him tucking his keys into his pocket, regarding me with that calculating smile of his. Luke was wearing his usual black jeans and tight shirt, but something about the slender outfit that made him seem taller and more inviting than usual. His dark hair hung about his face and wisped along his cheeks, and it only served to brighten his eyes and soften the skin around them. My throat instantly went dry and I narrowed my eyes dangerously at him, as though daring him to take a step closer. He only seemed amused at that, grinning catishly and glancing toward the kitchen. "You think he'll be done soon?" he asked aloud, though already walking into the kitchen to help himself to a can of beer. His voice was soon muffled by the wall. "I'll wait it out. Fuckin' cravings." I glared venomously at the whitewashed wall that separated us, my mind buzzing. Bastard. Bastard shouldn't be here. I seriously considered getting up and leaving at that very moment. But this time, my pride got the best of me, and I mentally dug my heels in. I refused to leave my home just because some son of a bitch thought he could walk in and own the place. I turned and resumed watching the soap opera, only this time my eyes were narrowed and hard, and I really wasn't paying attention to the plotline. I was fuming and plotting what I would say to him and how I would mess up his face when he emerged from the kitchen. Then, I felt his crossed arms leaning on the cushion behind my head, and his leaning face was level with mine. His breath was warm and already tainted with Budweiser. "Anything good on, kid?" He loved calling me "kid," even though I was only two years younger than him. I stared harder at the television screen, my jaw beginning to lock. "Fuck off." "That's interesting." I could practically feel him smiling, and to my relief, he shifted away. That relief was short-lived, however, when I felt him plop himself next to myself, the beer can sloshing gently in his grasp as he took another long draught. I was tenser than ever, knowing that he was much less than arm's length away from me. I wanted to turn and give him a good punch like I could to my brother during one of our more heated fights. But I didn't. And I was silently horrified because I didn't. Instead, I kept watching the screen, the silence absorbing the air around us. Soon, it was just the din of the television, the slut's grunting next door, the sound of his breathing, and the pounding of the blood in my ears. Slowly, to my absolute dismay, the incessant horniness that had consumed my thoughts before his arrival took hold again. The fact that I could hear my brother fucking in the room next door wasn't helping. I didn't dare even look down to see if I was showing. I was too paralyzed by Luke's presence to reach down and touch my hardening cock, even if I wanted to – which I desperately did, at this point. Instead, about a full minute after the throbbing begged for my touch, I shifted a little in my seat to alleviate some of the ache. It was the wrong move. Lucas had been watching me the whole time, and he let out a laugh muffled by his closed lips. "You're such a horny bastard," he chided. I turned my head sharply and opened my mouth to snap at him when my words were swallowed by something tender and hot. That same moment, my jean-clad cock was enveloped by his warm and pressing fingers. I let out a sound of surprise that only drowned in his mouth as he started kissing and rubbing me. My nerves were roused and I let in a sharp breath through my nose, jerking my head away and grabbing his wrist. "Get the fuck off me, faggot," I hissed between my teeth. But that was when I looked at his face, a threat died on my lips. On his lips and in his green eyes, he was smiling. Smiling like he knew. "Shut up, kid," he told me simply. Before I knew it, his mouth was digging into mine again, and his hand resumed its work on my aching crotch. This time, I didn't try to stop him. His lips were thinner than any woman I'd ever kissed, but they were raw with talent, suckling and digging at my mouth until I could barely breathe. His pierced tongue was hot and teasing, rolling along my hesitantly parted mouth. When he flicked my bottom lip, I felt the click of the cold metal of our piercings, and it made me shudder. That in itself was sexier than anything I'd ever done with any girl in my entire life. His palm rubbed mercilessly against my now throbbing cock, and I squirmed under his hand. His tongue finally got past my lips and delved into my mouth, playfully seeking my own tongue. I could taste the beer on his breath, and it turned me on even more. I finally did offer my tongue to him, and he rewarded me with wet and slow licks. His fingers rubbed first up and down, and then in slow circles on the stiff fabric of my jeans. I could feel my skin heating all over at his touch. His mouth broke off with an inward gasp, and he murmured something about wanting me. His tongue trailed down my jaw and neck, leaving me to try to catch my breath again. His free hand circled my wrist, and he eased me backward to lie down on the couch. My legs were still splayed apart, one dangling off of the couch. He straddled my hip and pressed his own leg against the apex of my thighs, but when he lowered himself down and pressed his heated and firm weight against me, I forgot myself and let out a moan. His chest was warm and firm against mine, and my hands reached up and felt the masculine flesh through the skin-tight shirt. Nothing could've been hotter than when I felt two stiff nubs through the fabric. Encouraged by my response, Luke had taken to suckling my neck and rubbing by own chest. I don't know why, but I'm very sensitive around my neck. So when he flicked his warm tongue against the nape of my neck and drew wet patterns with the tip, I groaned aloud. The sensation of his soft thigh against my jeans was driving me crazy, and in thoughtless lust, my hips jerked up to hump that firm flesh. He grinned suddenly and nipped at my skin with his firm teeth, nearly making me jump. "Fuck, yeah. You want it bad, don't you, Lance?" This had never happened to me before. I'd never lost control during sex. I was never the one to moan and squirm helplessly, nor was I the one to receive the dirty talk instead of dish it out. But when his talented hands wove down my front, I couldn't find a single fiber in my body that wanted to object. His fingers massaged my chest and abs before finally dipping beneath my shirt, sliding up my heated body. Even his touch was mind-blowing. His fingertips could trace every bump and line as though from memorization, and his thumbs rolled in slow circles over my now hardened nipples. My shirt felt tighter and more uncomfortable by the moment. As though reading my mind, he relieved me of my choked discomfort by quickly pulling the fabric over my head. In one swift motion of his arm, his own shirt seemed to simply fall off his skin and land beside the couch near mine. I barely had a moment to look down at his bared torso before his lips smashed against mine and forced my head into the cushions. Our chests brushed and heaved in sensual rhythm, but what really turned me on was the way he reached down, grabbed my wrists, and pinned them firmly above my head. I felt exposed and naked already, and I loved the rough treatment. By this point, my inhibitions were eroding away quickly. I was kissing him back and moaning against his tongue, my back arching to make our skin connect, my hips squirming to rub my achingly hard cock against him. I could feel his own hard-on through his denim, and I could tell by the sounds he was making that he was enjoying this, too. He started moving his hips in time with mine, and by the time we found a rhythm, we were grunting into each other's mouths and thrusting hard. It felt so fucking good. I suddenly broke off our heated kiss out of oxygen deprivation, but he took it as a sign to take it a step further. Long forgotten was the distant Spanish babbling of the television screen or the muffled sounds of sex in the other room. All I could sense was his mouth weaving kisses down my arm and across my shoulder. His fingers still clasped firmly around my wrists. He licked each nipple with the flat of his tongue, but when the cold piercing rippled against my sensitized nub, I could not suppress a shudder. He moved my wrists down so he could move further southward, suckling slowly at each inch of flesh. I watched him until he got to my navel, when I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned my head back against the couch. I felt his tongue swirling around my belly button, pressing light and wet kisses as he moved slowly downward. So painfully slow, and yet so deliciously slow... He finally let go of my wrists so that he could undo my jeans. With astonishing deftness, he popped open the button and dragged down the zipper, and taking hold of the fabric of each leg and tugging downward. It felt so good to have my skin exposed to the cool air, but before I could savor the sensation for long, he made sure to harness my attention again. His palms smoothed up my thighs and to my boxer-clad crotch. One hand slid underneath my balls and began to explore and grope me. I was overcome by the pleasure of being touched by someone whose fingers always seemed to hit just the right spot. He licked further up and up along my thighs, his hand still rubbing my balls. He looked up at me with a teasing, sexy grin, before lowering his face and nuzzling my cock, kissing warmly through the fabric. My breath became uneven and one of my hands grabbed his thick hair, squirming my hips in his face in anticipation. He took the hint. With one last nuzzling, he pulled back his face and toyed with the waistband of my boxers. I thought he was going to go torturously slow again, and I was afraid I might come before he even laid a finger on my throbbing cock – but he surprised me. Without warning, he ripped down the last barrier and enveloped my hard cock in his hot mouth. My free hand shot into his hair as I moaned sharply. His tongue circled the head and licked downward, and his fingers caressed my naked balls. His thin lips moved up and down on my cock, humming and flicking at the head, massaging further and further behind my balls. I could barely breathe as I watched him, his pale lips stretched over my own throbbing member and rotating it expertly in his talented mouth. I closed my eyes again and clutched his hair, moaning my encouragement. His tongue flattened and I felt the pierced ball run its cold course along my shaft. I shuddered as his mouth moved on me at greater speed, hissing at the pleasure that coursed through my body. "Oh– " I groaned between my teeth and thrust up into his mouth, "Fuck, yeah." I felt his hot mouth pull off of my cock with a sensual noise, kissing his way down my shaft. His lips gently touched and kissed my balls, and his mouth slowly opened to lick and suck them into his mouth, one at a time. One of his hands groped for my cock and grasped the shaft, firmly jerking up and down. I moaned softly at that, laying my head back down. My hips squirmed as he kept licking and sucking and jerking. God, he knew exactly where to put his mouth and hands. It was then that I felt one of his hands slip under my ass and squeeze one of my cheeks. It put me on the edge as he groped my ass, feeling his palm roll over the mounds and crack. I barely even noticed as he bent one of my legs backward. That was, I didn't notice, until I felt his fingers part my ass and his wet tongue flicked my virgin asshole. I let in a sharp breath and started, my upper body jerking up. "No! Stop–" He pulled up his face and gave me a calm look with his bright green eyes, though I was flustered and offended and trying to catch my breath. The hand that was on my cock reached and pressed against my stomach. "You'll like it. I promise," he told me. I stared at him uncertainly, but in the end, he won. I slowly laid back down, and he stroked my hip once with his eyes focused on mine. He then returned to what he had been doing, and I sucked in a breath and stared at the ceiling above me. I tried to relax and focus on his fingers jerking my cock, and the throbbing pleasure that came with it. Soon, his mouth kissed back to where it had been. His fingers parted me again, and his wet tongue licked around the ring of my asshole. I breathed in slowly, closing my eyes and rolling my head to the side. No one had ever touched me there. That was unmarked, unclaimed, and untouched territory. He kept placing slow licks with the flat of his tongue. It felt dirty, wrong...and that was exactly why it was starting to feel so good. All at once, I flushed and jumped when his cold piercing touched my asshole, letting out a sharp moan. I could feel him smile as he released my cock and used both hands to widen the crack. This time, the tip of his wet tongue touched by asshole, and then slid in. I instantly tensed and sucked in a breath as his tongue pressed inward. It went deeper and deeper and I began to feel discomfort turn to a slight tinge of pain. But then, it pulled out. A second later, it darted back in. Then out. Then in. I glanced downward to see his tongue darting in and out of my ass. I shivered and closed my eyes, feeling the wet little snake fuck me a little quicker each time. God, it felt good! I felt him stop suddenly with a grin, teasingly laying open kisses around the opening rose bud. "You like that, Lance? You like my tongue fucking your tight asshole?" I let out a hot breath in response, weaving my hand deeper into his hair and pressing his face closer to me. "Yeah," I breathed, desperate to feel it again. He laughed softly and obliged, sticking his tongue back into me. I exhaled in lust, my ass squirming to get him in deeper. He began licking and sucking, and I spread my legs further to feel him deeper. I was starting to let out small sounds and wriggle my ass against his mouth. All at once, his mouth pulled away from my ass. Just as disappointment stung me, I felt one of his fingers peek into my asshole, and his talented lips were wrapped around my cock again. His finger pressed deeper than his tongue did, and I let out a sudden sound at the pain. He hummed against my cock as if to relieve me of the pain, and the lapping of pleasure did help douse some of the discomfort as my ass stretched to accommodate his finger. In another minute, his finger was buried up to the knuckle in my asshole, and he was starting to pump it in and out. At first, it just felt weird, but then it started to tingle softly with pleasure. That pleasure heightened as time passed, and he pumped his finger faster. Soon, it felt so fucking good that I was thrusting my cock into his mouth and my ass against his finger. The rustle of fabric met my ears, and before I knew it, something hard and fleshy was dangling in my face. I looked up to see that he had slipped into a sixty-nine position, his finger still pumping my ass and his mouth still on my cock. Drunken with pleasure, I leaned up and hesitantly flicked my tongue for my first taste of another man's cock. It was hard and surprisingly salty with pre-come. He let out a sound of encouragement, and my hands slid to cup his balls, groping and feeling him out. I leaned up further and took the head of his cock with my lips, flicking it with my tongue. He made a sharp sound against my cock and instinctively thrust deep into my mouth. I almost gagged, but then recovered and adjusted my head to a more comfortable position. I sucked his cock like he was sucking mine, and soon we were both thrusting and moaning and gagging. It wasn't long before my breaths quickened and I felt a climax coming on. I felt Luke doing the same as his abs began to clench with sharp gasps for air. It was then that he shoved another finger deep inside of me and started fucking my ass harder. I let out a loud sound and shivered, feeling him slurping and sucking and fucking, and I grabbed his ass as the pleasure mounted. I kept sucking him with everything I could, and I felt sweat forming on my chest as I groaned and thrust and squirmed. He took his mouth off of my cock with a sharp gasp, jerking me and shoving his fingers deep in and out of my ass. "Yeah, Lance. You feel my fingers in your ass?" His fingers sped up and fucked me harder. "Fuck, yeah. Come for me." My hips bucked and the pleasure raked my quivering body. I let out a cry and a shudder as strings of my hot come beaded his hot, slurping mouth. I thrust and thrust until I was paralyzed in my orgasm. It was the most earth-shattering climax I'd ever experienced – I swear the ground must've moved. My body collapsed right before I felt him thrust hard in my mouth. With one final, rough groan, his hot syrup splurted into my mouth. It had a sharp, tangy sort of taste. I wasn't ready for it and it choked me, but as I gagged and tried to swallow, it just kept coming. I finally had to pull my mouth away with a hard swallow and a loud cough, gasping for air. I felt him panting softly against my thigh, and all at once, I could hear the murmuring of the television again. He laughed again and kissed my skin. "You'll learn to swallow, kid. It's alright." I let out a long breath and reached up to wipe the remaining come off of my face. It tasted sticky and salty, but I could live with it. I felt him pull off of me, but a moment later, he was lying back down on top of me and licking his own come off of my face. I breathed out and touched his chest gently as he moved his lips to mine, but this kiss was much gentler and warmer than any other we'd shared. He touched my hair and broke the kiss, looking at me straight in the eye. He smiled out of nowhere, flicking my pierced lip with his tongue. "Your eyes look like honey." I blinked up at him, naked and flustered, and absolutely speechless at those words. They were the last ones I had expected from him. He stared back at me with an expression I could not discern, even though I was looking straight into his gleaming eyes. A second later, it was gone. He grinned and chuckled like he normally would, shaking his head gently so that strands of his black hair trickled against my cheeks. "Did I ever tell you what a tight ass you have? Fuckin' hot." That I could respond to. I blushed out of nowhere and told him to fuck off, though it lacked the normal bite. He kissed me gently in response, and then pressed soft kisses against my neck. "Next time," he whispered when he came to my ear, "I'll have to pop your virgin ass." All my former inhibitions came flaring up, but right when I opened my mouth to speak, a sharp yell made us both flinch. "The fuck is going on?" I jerked my head up to see my older brother, standing there with his face beet-red and a sheet-wrapped girl at his side. His messy blonde hair looked sharp against the television light, and his face was contorted in shock and fury. The brunette next to him was no less dismayed, her fingers covering her plump mouth. In that moment, my face felt like it had been lit aflame. I looked speechlessly at Luke, but his expression was surprisingly calm and neutral, staring at my brother with faint irritation. It was as if he'd only interrupted a simple game of chess. His warm body pulled off of mine as he calmly slipped his boxers and jeans back on. I scrambled for my own clothes, but Seth's voice almost splintered my ear drums. "The fuck did you do to my brother?" he screamed so loud that even I jumped as I scrambled to get my jeans on. His face was deep red as he advanced toward Luke, murder flaring in his eyes. "Get out! Get out the fuck out!" All at once, I felt something warm on my cheek. I tilted my head up just in time for a quick kiss on the lips, and Luke's warm voice wafted into my ear. "Night, Lance." I watched, stunned and speechless, as he smiled at me as though nothing were wrong. He pulled away just in time to avoid getting pummeled by my brother's fist, and the next moment, he was gone. I stared at the doorway. It had all happened so swiftly that I didn't even get to say goodbye to him. But for the first time ever, the rawness of sex didn't leave me feeling hollow. \* A special thank-you to tribalbutterfly77 for her help in editing this piece. Author's Note: This is my first stab at erotica, and I'm considering writing further installments, so any feedback is worshiped! Please leave me a comment, or feel free to respond in private by writing to Aurora (myself) at the address in my profile. Thank you!
1: Educating Kaylee Ch. 08	52,787	4.75	648,512	[ "luke", "kaylee", "challenger", "a matter of trust", "accident" ]	XII -- A Matter of Trust It was a mental struggle for Luke to push the pedal down harder, but because he was running behind he forced himself to accelerate just a few miles per hour over the speed limit on the three-lane highway. He didn't really like breaking the speed limit but the last thing he was going to do was show up late for Kaylee's opening night. The mathematical odds told him his gamble to speed three to five miles an hour over the speed limit would be the perfect balance between getting him to the play on time and avoiding a ticket. That was even assuming the State Police were patrolling the freeway. Luke felt comfortable enough to carefully shift from the slow lane to the middle lane. He was a little disappointed in himself, coming to terms with the fact that he had severely miscalculated how long it would take him to get ready for the play. He was never late, and the ironic realization that he might very well be late for the most important event of his life greatly frustrated him. Of course, he knew exactly why he was behind; he spent way too much time getting ready for Kaylee's big night. He shaved, showered, put on Kaylee's favorite cologne and styled his hair exactly the way that she liked it. He even wore the same khakis and button down shirt that she seemed to like the most -- it was the same outfit he wore when he once caught her looking him up and down. Never in his life had he found it so difficult to find the right shirt to go with the right pants. After that daunting task, Luke had much more of an appreciation for the all of the times he had to wait on Kaylee. Still, despite everything, he was optimistic he could make it to the play on time. Traffic on I-5 wasn't as bad as it normally was during this time of night. After doing a few quick mental calculations by factoring the speed he was driving in miles per hour and mathematically comparing it to the remaining distance, he figured he'd still get there about three minutes early. And that was even worst-case scenario as he had accounted for hitting each of the remaining lights red. It was uncharacteristic of Luke, but he couldn't help the cocky feeling creeping up in the back of his mind. And for once, he didn't mind. Screw GPS, he thought, unable to hide a smirk. All I needed was a little math and patience to figure out my timing. Luke leaned his chair back slightly, rolled the window down, and rested his left arm. An older beat-up yellow Toyota pickup in the fast lane started to pass him on the left. The driver wasn't much older than Luke. Normally one to avoid eye contact, Luke looked over with confidence and a smile. The pickup driver smiled back and yelled, "Nice car," as he sped on by. Luke gave him an up-nod although he was still surprised at how many compliments he'd been getting lately. Well, it was the Challenger getting the compliments, but he didn't mind being the beneficiary. It's gonna be a great night, Luke thought to himself, turning the radio up as Boston's Foreplay/Longtime pumped out through all six speakers. He tapped his fingers on the side of the car in rhythm with the keyboard and guitars. Reaching across the passengers seat, Luke rolled down the passenger window to let the music escape, carefully holding the steering wheel with his left hand. Luke heard a loud bang. The yellow Toyota, about fifty feet ahead of Luke, immediately started swerving back and forth, cutting across the lanes as smoke poured from its tires; Luke couldn't tell if he blew a tire or hit debris on the interstate. Startled, Luke sat upright, grabbing the steering wheel with both hands so hard his knuckles turned white. He jumped on the brakes as hard as he could. The pickup veered off sharply to the right. It was as if everything happened in slow motion. The yellow pickup crossed the lane Luke was in, just clipping the front end of his Challenger. The light contact at a high speed was enough to bump Luke through the right lane and off the shoulder of the Interstate. With his brakes locked and the Challenger moving sideways, he slid across loose gravel and grass. The front end hit part of the sharply rising terrain, causing him to lose complete control of the Challenger; it rolled over and landed on the roof. He watched as the cell phone in his lap and the red roses on the passenger seat flung out the window. The black Challenger continued sliding until it progressively ground to a halt. \--- Completely disoriented and hanging upside-down in his seatbelt harness, Luke tried to get his bearings. He wasn't quite sure but it looked like after the two vehicles collided, the pickup spun another ninety degrees so it faced in the opposite direction of travel. That, coupled with its sideways momentum, caused the pickup to barrel roll at least a couple of times. It took Luke some time to process what had just happened. Trying to focus his eyes, he stared upside-down through the passengers open window at the burning pickup and the black smoke cloud surrounding it. He didn't know why it was occurring to him only now that the person in the pickup could have been severely injured or maybe even dead, but that thought alone was enough to snap him back to reality. Bracing himself with one hand on the roof of the car below him, he unbuckled the seatbelt. His body came crashing down, almost landing face first. He shook the sting of the fall off and carefully crawled through the open window on the driver's side, trying to avoid the shattered glass strewn about everywhere. As he stood up and ran towards the pickup, pure adrenaline pumping through his veins, he realized he couldn't see very well out of his right eye. Luke placed his hand on his forehead, expecting to wipe sweat out of his eye, but the consistency of the liquid was thicker than sweat. He pulled his hand away and, taking a quick look at it, was surprised to find it was almost completely covered in blood. He kept moving, alternating between blinking his right eye and wiping his forehead with his shirt. At least three, maybe four other cars had pulled over to the side of road, but Luke was the first to get to the pickup. Between the thick smoke, the blood in his eye, and the brightness from engine fire contrasting with the dark dusky night, it was extremely difficult to see. The pickup had come to a halt on its side. The driver lay crumpled against his door, and he wasn't moving. "Hey, buddy! Are you alright," Luke exclaimed, afraid that he was either dead or unconscious. Flames were spreading quickly and the truck reeked of fuel. Luke quickly jumped up on the side of the truck, sliding into the cab through the broken passenger's window. Blood was all over the man's white T-shirt. Luke didn't exactly breath a sigh of relief when he heard sirens in the background, but as uncomfortable as he was in the burning vehicle he was thankful the sound was getting closer. Gradually the blaring noise overpowered the sounds of the raging fire; he knew help would be here any moment, but there wasn't any time to waste. As he tried to unbuckle the man's seatbelt, the metal buckle burned his hand, causing him to yell out in pain. Luke winced but didn't hesitate to go for it a second time; this time, he managed to endure through the pain, taking off the seatbelt and getting the man free. Luke thought he heard a quiet groan of pain. It was encouraging; at least that meant he was alive. For now. Sliding his arms underneath the man's armpits, he tried to carefully pull him up. Although he didn't have official first aid training, he knew one of the first things to do was to make sure he didn't have any neck injuries. However, the importance of time overrode that; at any moment, the entire truck could explode with both him and the driver inside. They both had to get out of the flaming coffin as fast as they could. He was harder to lift than he thought, and Luke struggled to get him up. For a moment, he flashed back to his weight training with Kaylee and shuddered to think what would have happened if he had never picked up a weight. Still, the limp body was heavy, and it would take time to get him out of the vehicle. Time he didn't have. Grunting, he tried to lift the driver outside the passenger window. Right when he thought he couldn't push any harder, two men -- passersby's, Luke guessed -- had arrived to grab the driver. "We got him," one of them yelled to Luke as they hauled him the rest of the way out. Luke breathed a sigh of relief. The flames dramatically increased, reaching heights well above Luke. He could feel the intensity of the heat. It was hot when he first entered the truck, but by now the heat was so intense Luke didn't think he could survive another ten seconds. He hoisted himself out and jumped off the pickup, running behind the two men, both of them carrying the injured driver and also running for their lives. Luke finally stopped running, believing to be far enough away from the burning truck. Just as Luke saw the first fire engine pull up, he heard -- and felt -- a loud explosion behind him, knocking him down to the ground. Out of both fear and instinct, he crawled another twenty feet even though the explosion had subsided. His heart was racing faster than ever. He turned around, eyes wide and in disbelief at the massive ball of fire that had enveloped the crippled vehicle. Looking up towards the fire engine, he watched as a team of firemen grabbed and unwound the hose almost before the truck had come to a full stop. The powerful force of water brought the hose to life like a snake, so incredibly strong that three of the firemen had to hold and direct it towards the flaming wreckage. Another two firemen ran towards Luke. Both of them, like all of the others, were wearing their full gear and self-contained breathing apparatuses over their face. Before he knew it, the two men picked him up and hauled him back towards the fire truck, keeping him out of further danger. After the firemen gave Luke a quick once-over, carefully checking his neck, spine, and other body parts for extensive injury, one of them removed his smoke mask. "You know this means I'm dropping you off of my insurance policy, don't you," Ryan told Luke with a joyful smile, although Luke observed a slight shake to his usually calm father. Ryan hugged his son tightly, careful of Luke's injuries. Oddly enough, of all the things for Luke to think about, he couldn't help but realize it was a lot harder for him to get his arms around his dad because of the thick fireman suit and the oxygen tank on his back. Luke heard him whisper, "Thank you, Jesus," over and over until finally releasing him and pulling out the medical kit. "You might need a few stitches, buddy," his dad said, washing the blood off of his forehead and eyebrow so he could see the wound more clearly. "But for now, let's take care of your hand. Looks like you burned it a little." "Dad," Luke asked. "Yeah?" "That other guy," he nodded towards the driver of the pickup who was being loaded into an ambulance that must have just arrived on scene. "Is he gonna make it?" Ryan shrugged, "Honestly, I don't know. I didn't get a good look. But after what you did, I know you at least gave him a fighting chance." Luke beamed at his fathers compliment. Ryan continued, "All we can do is pray for him and let God and the doctors do the rest. I hope he pulls out. But for right now at least, I'm just glad you're ok." Luke saw his dad look at him strangely again. He narrowed his eyes, deep in thought, until it finally occurred to him what was most likely bothering his dad. "Dad? You're thinking about my older brother Adam right now, aren't you?" At first Ryan looked surprised, but his look progressively turned into a contemplative, playful smile. He said, "No, I was thinking about how much of a pain it's going to be to fix Charlene back up. You better let that cute little girlfriend of yours drive you around for a while, even if it is a Beamer. At least it's not a Mustang like your mom's car." "Be serious, dad," Luke told him with a straight face. Ryan finished bandaging up Luke's hand. "There... I think your hand is good. We'll run you to the hospital just to make sure, and have the doctors sew your eyebrow up," Ryan told him, taking care of his son's medical needs first, but also trying to process old, painful memories that had resurfaced. He wasn't sure what to say about Adam who, along with his first wife, died in a car accident nearly two decades ago. He sighed, "Ok, to answer your question: Both yes and no. I was thinking of Adam, but I was thinking of how much I didn't want to lose you too, buddy. What happened to Adam... it's probably the worst feeling in the world, and I don't ever want to experience it again. It still bothers me to this day, even with all the time that's passed. No parent should outlive a child of his. So, yeah, I had some old fears resurface. People tend to forget how amazing life can be, but they also forget how fragile and precious it is." Putting a hand on Luke's shoulder, Ryan told him, "But like I said, I'm just glad you're safe and alive right now. I think we both have something we can thank the Lord for tonight." Luke smiled. Ryan shook his head, helping Luke stand to his feet as they waited for a second ambulance to arrive. "So straight forward and to the point, aren't you," his dad told him. He didn't think he would ever get used to Luke's direct matter-of-fact line of questioning. "You always did wear your heart on your sleeve, buddy." Ryan patted him on the back, watching the water relentlessly attacking the dying flames at full force, the battle almost over. "That's one of the things I love about you." Ryan looked thoughtful for a moment and told him, "By the way, when you talk to your mother, this is one of those times you... don't exactly need to wear your heart on your sleeve, or call a spade a spade. I recommend you sugarcoat this to avoid giving her a heart attack. I.e., I mean don't tell her about the lovely explosion that almost engulfed you, or you'll be riding the bus for the rest of your life." With a quiet snicker, Luke asked him, "You want me to lie?" "Two words, Luke. 'No'." "What's the other word, dad?" "'Bus'." Luke thought for a moment. "You're probably right." "Or Kaylee. For your sake, don't tell Kaylee." "Good idea, dad." \--- It was around two in the morning when Luke and his dad finished filling out the last of the paperwork and finally made it home from the hospital. Jessica and Faith were already up waiting for him; Ryan asked his friend and fellow firefighter Jeff to deliver the news in person, but with two conditions: One, downplay the accident, and two, wait as long as possible before telling them. He didn't want his wife driving frantically to the hospital; the last thing he needed was two near-fatal car crashes in one night. As he approached the house, the door swung open and his mother ran out to him, almost bowling him over as she grabbed him with her arms. She squeezed him tightly and began to sob. Luke initially froze, but hugged her back. His wide eyes drifted towards his dad, as if to ask, "Can you please get her off me?" Ryan smiled at the touching scene, simply shrugging at Luke's request knowing he couldn't do a thing about it anyway. He mouthed, "She's your mother." Faith ran up and joined the group hug, trying her hardest to hold back her tears through incessant sniffing. Jessica turned to Ryan and frantically snapped, "Why didn't you tell me my baby almost died?!" Ryan sighed; he was caught. Looking inside the house, he saw a bear of a man looking sheepishly back at him with a guilty look on his face. His buddy Jeff quickly looked away, purposefully avoiding eye contact with Ryan. Ryan realized Jeff did a poor job softening what had happened. He shook his head and vowed he'd get Jeff back for that. "Um, mom," Luke told her, "You're smashing me." Jessica relaxed her grip. "Sorry honey," she told Luke. Ryan, treading carefully, said, "It wasn't as bad as you think... well, ok. It was kind of bad, but it really could have been much worse. He came through unscathed..." Jessica gave him quite possibly the dirtiest look he had seen in as long as he could remember. She barked, "Unscathed? Really?" Jessica grabbed Luke's chin and told Ryan, "Look at his stitches and tell me he came through unscathed!" "Honey, the point is he's ok. He saved the other driver; you should be proud of him." Jessica, ignoring her husband, told Luke, "I know it's two in the morning, but you should call Kaylee." Glaring at Ryan but talking to Luke, Jessica spat, "She would want to know. After all, you shouldn't keep secrets from girls, Luke." It was obvious where that comment was directed. "I was going to tell you, I just didn't want you to freak out, honey, so I had planned on waiting a while," Ryan pleaded, trying to dig himself out of the hole. Directing his own glare towards Jeff, he added, "I didn't realize you would be told immediately. I wanted to break it to you slowly..." Jeff cringed, mouthing a "sorry" to Ryan. Jessica sighed, "It's not Jeff's fault." She wrapped her arms around Ryan's neck, catching him off guard. Up until that point he was braced, but prepared, for further rage from Jessica. What he wasn't prepared for was his bride leaning in and giving him a passionate kiss on the lips. "I'm still mad at you," she said, raising an eyebrow and giving him a serious but understanding look, running her fingernails lightly against the back of his scalp, "but I also wanted to say thank you for bringing my boy home. Jeff also told me about that part, too." She wrapped her arms around him tighter and whispered in his ear, "Thank you, tiger." Every muscle in his body finally relaxed as Ryan gradually began to realize there was a good chance he just might not have to sleep on the couch after all. Luke and Faith turned their heads away, standing in awkward silence and praying their parents would either break physical contact or take it elsewhere, out of sight and out of mind. \--- "Don't worry, I already called Kaylee," Faith told Luke after their parents went inside the house. "She's on her way over. She sounded pissy when I called her, probably because it was two in the morning. I explained to her you were in an accident but that you were ok. She really wanted to come over and see you." "Thank you, Faith," he told her. "It will be nice to see her. I'm not tired anyway; I think I still have enough adrenaline running through me to keep me awake for a few more hours." Faith giggled. "I bet. I don't think any of us are ready to sleep." She gave Luke one more hug and smiled, "I'm glad you're ok, Luke." He returned her smile with one of his own. "Thanks. Me too." Both of their ears perked up as they heard a vehicle screaming down the road, getting louder until it finally came into view, screeching to a halt at the base of the Patton's driveway. It was Kaylee's Beamer, of course. Luke thought she was lucky no one was killed on her way to the house. Scrunching his nose, he asked Faith, "What exactly did you tell her?" Wide-eyed and grimacing, Faith tried to explain, "I thought I softened the blow for her; maybe I didn't do a good enough job. I'm sorry, I had no idea she'd be this frantic." As the car pulled up, Faith slipped inside the house to give them a little private time, unable to hide the guilty look on her face. She whispered one last "sorry" to Luke as she closed the door behind her. Luke smiled at his sister and walked towards Kaylee's car. It took her a while to get her seatbelt off and step out of the car as a result of her hysteria. With tears in her eyes, she ran barefoot to Luke as fast as she can, knocking him backwards and into the grass. Kaylee sat atop Luke, leaning forward on his chest, straddling him with her legs. She held his face in her hands and kissing him over and over. Soft little squeaks came out of her mouth; she couldn't manage to control her crying, and even her breathing was sporadic. It was hard to tell if she was stuttering or if she was sniffing through her crying. Then again, Luke had a gorgeous blond girl sitting on his chest, dressed in possibly the thinnest tank top and the shortest pajama shorts that he had ever seen, which to him really looked more like panties. Needless to say, his comprehension level wasn't up to par. "I-I-I-I..." she sniffed, coming up for air while trying to form a single word, looking deep into his blue eyes with her own. Kaylee gave up on speaking, instead diving back down on his mouth and continued kissing him again. The look on her face after she saw the stitches was so pathetic, so heartbreaking. To Luke, it looked like her puppy had been ran over. She aimed for the stitches on his head, kissing them over and over as if her kisses really would heal his injuries, but she was so incredibly gentle when she did it. "Shh, it's ok, Kaylee," Luke whispered, tenderly wiping the tears from her eyes. Carefully, still lying on his back, he pulled her down to his chest. "I'm ok, baby," he told her quietly with a soothing voice, trying to get her to calm down. He ran his hands through her soft golden hair, stroking her long elegant curls. Even though her hair was messy and tossed, it looked absolutely beautiful. With a whimper, she buried her head in his chest and held him as tight as she could. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she repeated over and over. Somewhat perplexed, Luke told her, "You don't have anything to be sorry about. I'm ok, really. I had a close call, but made it out ok. Really, I'm f..." He couldn't finish his sentence as Kaylee started crying again after he had mentioned how close of a call he had. He bit his lip, realizing his mistake. Sitting up, holding Kaylee in his lap, he took her chin and looked into her eyes, telling her, "Baby, it's fine. I'm all right, really. Ok?" Staring at her, waiting for a response, she finally settled down just enough to give him a reluctant nod. She touched his face as if she couldn't believe he was there, as if he was a ghost. "I... I was s-so worried, Luke," she choked out, finally able to speak. "Don't you ever do that to me again!" He laughed and shook his head. "Promise me! No more scaring me like that!" "Ok, ok, I promise." "Promise me what?" With a slightly exasperated look, Luke told her, "I promise you I'll do my best to avoid any more vehicular accidents." Standing her up, he told her, "Why don't you go inside for a little bit. You can wash up in the bathroom, and then we'll talk. Ok? I'll even hold you on my lap for a little bit. Consider it my second promise to you." Sniffing, she cracked a smile and said, "I'd like that." Luke noticed she had a strange look on her face as she went inside the house, but he couldn't put his finger on it. It looked like sadness, or maybe even regret. She flashed him a smile before she went in the restroom -- a very sincere smile. He paused for a moment, trying to figure out what that was all about. A voice snapped him out of his thoughtful state. "You're looking good, buddy." As Luke turned around, he saw Jeff wearing a big smile. In his outstretched paw of a hand was a cell phone. "I think you dropped this. By dropped, I mean flung it out the window at sixty miles an hour, or however fast you were going." Jeff had the corniest smile on his face, but Luke didn't mind. Jeff was like an uncle to him. "Charlie found it; actually, you could say he stumbled on it while he was working the scene a few hours after the crash, helping with cleanup. It was in some of the undergrowth by a tree; the only reason he found it was because it was lit up like someone had just called it." "You mean it works," Luke asked, unlocking the phone. "Looks like I have a message," he said, dialing his voicemail box.
Frank and Cheryl Ch. 03: Something New	7,857	4.61	2,091,597	[ "swinging", "anal sex", "double penetration", "dp", "anal" ]	Author's note: If you haven't read "Frank & Cheryl 01" as well as "Frank & Cheryl 02" you might want to, just to know the background on this couple and how they arrived at this point in their building relationship. Physical descriptions: Frank is a divorced 35 year old, 5'-11" tall, 185 pounds and fit; brown crew cut hair, clean shaven, brown eyes. Cheryl is a never married 32 year old, 5'-01" tall, 110 pounds and very small framed. A-cup close-to-but-not-quite- B-cup chest with highly sensitive nipples. Dirty blond hair that she keeps cut short. They are both into fitness, so Cheryl's body, while petite, is curved and firm. \\\\\* Cheryl was beyond delighted. At 32 years of age she had started to believe that she wouldn't find the right guy to spend her life with and she clearly remembered when she'd first met Frank some ten years earlier. He had been married then and hadn't really caught her attention. He had been polite enough and was good looking enough but the fact that he was married had pretty much closed her mind to any further thoughts. All these years later when she ran into him at the grocery store she felt like he had improved in looks, was definitely in better shape... and no longer married. When he had suggested dinner it secretly delighted her and the way things had progressed since then weren't disappointing in any way. Some weeks back, as she thought across her memories of their time dating so far, she had confessed her past to him and he had taken it in stride as if it was perfectly common for her to have spent a year as a prostitute. In the weeks since then it had become abundantly clear that he was being completely honest and couldn't have cared less that she'd once been a paid escort. He'd proven himself competent and open in bed; creative and energetic... Yes, she was quite delighted at how things were going. There were experiences that they had yet to explore but she felt it was more because neither of them was unnecessarily pushing the particular activities rather than either of them being opposed to... well... any sexual activities. She remembered some particularly hot moments for her including their first play time together when he'd sunk his thumb into her backdoor while taking her doggy style. Since then, their sexual activities had touched on anal stimulation, as much for him as for her, but neither of them had pushed the issue of anal sex. She knew he'd get there; every man did eventually, and if he took his time about it, she knew she'd love to give that to him. She enjoyed it and looked forward to experiencing his response that first time she either let him take or asked him to take her backdoor. As she prepared herself for the evening with him - dinner followed by their inevitable hours long sexual romp wherever it occurred - her only concern was their pending test of outlook. They had agreed, some weeks back, that they both wanted emotional monogamy but were enthusiastic about physical non-monogamy. They continued to agree about it any time the topic came up, but they'd yet to figure out how to test the outlook. Her thoughts were interrupted at the sound of her doorbell. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, giving one last touch to her hair before going to answer it. She knew it was Frank and it was hard to contain her excitement. No man had ever made her this happy and done so with such ease... and she had an idea of how to test their voiced outlook about an openly physical relationship. She was interested to see and hear his response to her suggestion. When she opened the door she found him looking as good as he usually did, dressed in his usual slacks and oxford, but seemingly never the same ones or combination. This evening was a pair of dark blue slacks under a black oxford with his matching black belt and black shoes. He had obviously shaved just before coming over to pick her up and he made it a point to wear her favorite cologne: Obsession. She was a naturally sexual and physically focused person, but smelling Obsession on him literally made her pussy wet and her mouth water. She didn't know what it was about that particular aroma, but the cologne mixed with his personal chemistry affected her strongly. The look on his face said he was equally happy with her appearance. She typically wore a very sheer bra - her breasts were big enough to benefit from the bra and not need padding to look appropriate to her size - with a matching color thong (if she wore panties at all). The usually sex undergarments were covered by a dress that fit snuggly and exposed plenty of skin while suitably covering her to about mid-thigh. It seemed to be becoming a habit as they took a moment to look at each other, taking in the sights and enjoying it. Neither of them was offended that the other sometimes looked at them purely to appreciate their physicality; in fact, they both took the compliment. Both worked hard to maintain their fitness levels and both had attractive bodies. They took it as a compliment when someone else - of the opposite sex or not - looked at them with an obvious appreciation for the discipline and investment in their fitness. When it was just the two of them, they enjoyed seeing the looks of appreciation because they knew that the look wasn't just in reaction to the appearance but also due to the recent memories of how they'd enjoyed sharing their bodies and the pleasures they'd given to or taken from each other. The moment was broken when their eyes met and Frank asked, "Ready?" "Yep!" Cheryl answered enthusiastically. She had already grabbed her small purse and stepped out, turning to lock her apartment door and then taking his hand as they headed down the stairs. During the brief time it took them to get down the flight of stairs and over to where he'd parked his car, Frank thought about the fact that Cheryl seemed perpetually happy. He knew she liked her work and was good at it. He knew she was healthy and generally happy with her current circumstances in life. He silently hoped that he was helping to raise that enthusiastic happiness she seemed to enjoy almost every time they spent time together. He held the car door open for her as she got in and got a quick flash of her sexy thighs as she sat and turned into the car. Once they were both in and buckled Frank pulled out of the parking lot, turning toward the destination he had planned. Cheryl had no clue where they were going. She had made it clear on their very first dinner date that she left the planning to him. He had taken that in stride and planned every date since. Sometimes the "date" was simply an evening at his or her place for hours of sexual play but that was the rarity amongst the dinner, movie, picnic, shopping, etc. dates. Frank had planned a relatively unique evening for this date and he wondered how Cheryl would react to part of his plan. Based on his experiences and conversations with her so far, he didn't think she'd balk even the least bit and she'd probably have a lot of fun. Their conversation was about work and relatively mundane topics as Frank drove, Cheryl just along for the ride and eager to see where he took them. They both lived about a half hour outside of the nearest "big city," and had avoided going into it for their dates so far. This evening Frank drove them straight in and toward the northwest quadrant. He knew right where he was going and found parking without any trouble. Cheryl didn't remark on the area or any possible destination and Frank liked the fact that she just took in stride whatever he planned, apparently sure she'd have a good time no matter what it was. Frank had learned early on that Cheryl enjoyed a good piece of meat... and by that they meant beef steak... and he had made reservations for them at one of the higher-end steak houses in the city. Cheryl voiced her delight with his choice as they were seated and ordered drinks. Both ordered a six ounce steak - his a center cut, hers a filet minion; his medium well and hers medium rare. They both had salads to start and when Cheryl ended up with a few drops of Ranch dressing on her lips, Frank joked about her having white creamy stuff on her face in public. He was teasing but her response surprised him. "It wouldn't be the first time," she said with a devilish grin, and then she continued, "and I certainly hope it isn't the last." She finished the statement as she used a finger to wipe the dressing up and then sucking it from her finger. It only added to the eroticism of the moment that she had made no secret of how much she enjoyed giving head and tasting/swallowing his cum. He had seen her perform that exact same motion with his cum on her lips and chin and seeing her do it, even with the Ranch dressing, made his cock throb in his pants. He couldn't help but think how much he'd enjoy it, and how erotic he'd find it, if she'd just slide down under the table and give him head right there. He didn't say anything about it though; honestly, from what he knew of her so far, she might just do it. They enjoyed their meal and conversation full of sexual innuendos, both knowing that any sexual tension they created was going to be relieved later in the evening. As a general rule they skip desert and after the bill is paid, Cheryl waits to see what Frank has in mind next. The evening weather is delightful and Frank takes her by the hand, leading her down the sidewalk and letting her know his plan was to walk and window shop - unless she found something she liked - through this few blocks of the city. He had a specific shop in mind as their destination, but he didn't mention that to her. He wanted to see what her reaction was when they got to it. They stopped into several shops with products varying from shoes to clothing and even a kitchen supplies place as they walked. After almost an hour of walking and browsing, they reached the store that was Frank's ultimate goal: a place called the Pleasure Chest. It was an adult accessories store with shelves and wall racks filled with toys and clothing racks displaying a wide variety of sexy clothing. Still holding Frank's hand, Cheryl stopped briefly at the door and looked at Frank. "Really?" she asked, for some reason sounding mildly surprised. "Yes, really," Frank replied with a smile, meeting her gaze. "I thought we might find something fun to play with." "I'm not enough fun to play with?" Cheryl asked, but Frank could hear the playful tease in her voice. "You're more than enough fun," replied Frank, "but I don't want you to ever get close to bored with me... with our play..." He paused to consider his words and decided that she wouldn't be offended. They were both realists. "And given you background of sexual experience, I kinda feel like I need to keep things new and fresh as much as I can." Cheryl took in his statement and looked at him carefully. She had confessed her past as a prostitute some weeks back and he had taken it in stride as if it mattered not the least bit to him. He obviously hadn't forgotten about it and was aware of how that year she spent having sex for money might have impacted her appreciation for "vanilla" sex. He was making an effort to make sure the sex life they shared didn't become hum-drum for her. Who was this man? With a smile she finally gave him a reply before pulling him into the shop. "Let's go find something fun!" There was more to look at in the shop than Frank had thought possible and Cheryl seemed equally entertained by the wide variety of... well... everything. Frank focused on the clothing racks at first, finding and suggesting several sexy items that he thought Cheryl would look good in - and coming out of. Cheryl took his suggestions in stride and gave feedback on each item he suggested, positive or negative, and then pointed out several items made for men, one or two of which made Frank blush. He wasn't even aware he could but he certainly did and Cheryl pointed it out pretty quickly with a devilish giggle. After they'd gone over just about every clothing rack, Cheryl led Frank over to a wall full of hooks, each holding some type of toy or pack of toys. The available varieties from size to color to electric or none truly amazed Frank. He was no stranger to adult toys but he felt like a total novice when he saw so many toys that he never had any idea existed. Cheryl didn't seem like she was as surprised at the sheer volume available but she didn't seem like she knew the details of all of them either. Pretty soon Frank noticed that Cheryl seemed to be focusing on packs of toys rather than individual toys. After another few moments of her pointing out different packages to him, he further realized she was focusing on anal toys. Not put off at all, Frank gave honest answers to Cheryl's questions and made observations to match hers as best he could. In the end, he encouraged her to pick out the one she was most interested in and he took it up to the register to purchase. Cheryl seemed mildly surprised at his willingness, maybe due to what she'd chosen. She'd picked the particular package more to see his response than as a serious desire to take it home and experiment with. It was labeled as a "complete anal training and play set." It had three different sizes of butt plug, a half dozen different dildos, all different lengths and thicknesses, and a strap on set that allowed for wearing any one of the dildos included. Idly she wondered what Frank's reaction would be if she pointed out that the strap-on harness was adjustable and she could wear it as well as he could... and then she realized that he had no need of anything strapped on (his 7.5" nicely thick equipment freed him from ever needing to strap anything on to please a woman) and she wondered if he had so readily accepted this package because he was open to her wearing the strap on to use on him. With Frank carrying the bag, they exited the store, once again hand in hand, and Cheryl walked close to him, bumping her head on his shoulder with a big smile on her face. "Thank you," she said as they walked along. "For?" he asked in reply. Cheryl had to think about that for a moment before she could give an honest answer; and the reality was that she was thanking him for an awful lot. How to express all that? "For so much," she finally said. He was quiet waiting for her to expand on that. Finally she took a deep breath and continued. "Thank you for not being judgmental and being so accepting of my past. Too many people would have tried to shame me with it or been critical of me for it." Frank remained quiet because he felt like she wasn't finished. "Thank you for being so in tune with me and enjoying so many things with me, both sexual and non." Another pause... but not done yet thought Frank. "And thank you," Cheryl finished, "for generally making me so happy for the past couple months. I honestly didn't think I'd find this much happiness in a relationship." Frank chuckled after a moment of thought and the sound made Cheryl nervously curious. "What is funny at all," she emphasized, "about my thanking you?" "There's nothing funny about it," Frank replied, sensing her reaction. "But let me thank you in return." "For?" she asked, just as he had a few minutes earlier. He thought for a moment to structure his response. "Thank you for not judging me on my lack of comparative experience and being so willing to help me open myself to new experiences." He breathed and she remained quiet, just as he had. He continued. "Thank you for all of the fun we've had, both sexual and not, but mostly for how motivated you've been about enjoying our physical relationship as much as I want." And then with a final breath he finished, "and thank you for having made me so happy the past few months." "Wow," Cheryl said with a grin, "that sounded familiar." "Ya' think?" Frank chuckled. "But I left one thank you out." Cheryl raised her eyebrows in response, displaying her curiosity as to what he had left out. Looking at her to meet her eyes Frank said, "Thank you in advance for the future I'm looking forward to with you." That shocked Cheryl. She hadn't dared to think much about their possible future together but hearing him vocalize his appreciation for what might come... and then her dirty mind twisted that thought and she giggled. It sounded naughty to Frank and he had to ask what had brought that on. "I was just thinking about what the near future is going to bring," Cheryl said, indicating the bag he was carrying. "Just how much there might be... to cum." Her face lit up with humor and excitement as she finished the statement and Frank matched the look with one of his own. By the time they got back to his car they were definitely ready to get home - her place for the night - to see what the night held. As Frank drove out of the parking structure, Cheryl let out a big sigh and said, "Damn... I'm so horny." "So take care of that," Frank said casually. Cheryl looked over at him but didn't do or say anything. Looking at her briefly to see the questioning look on her face he smiled. "We've got about a forty-five minute drive. Get a few orgasms as we go. It's not like your fingers don't work." "Yeah?" Cheryl asked with a smile. "Yeah," said Frank. "I'll keep my eyes on the road and my hands to myself," he added. "Hmm..." Cheryl hummed as she thought. "Well, then..." Without saying anything else, she reached into her small purse and pulled out what looked like a lipstick tube but proved to be a small vibrator. She was petite enough that getting comfortable in the seat of the car took little effort. She leaned the seat back a little bit, pulled her thong off, dropping it on the floor at her feet, and then putting her feet up on the dashboard. Frank heard the vibrator click on as she twisted it and caught glimpses of her reaching between her mildly spread thighs. Frank had to force himself to focus on driving as the smell of Cheryl's sex began to fill the car. The buzz of the vibrator was audible and he could hear it growing louder and softer depending on how hard Cheryl was rubbing it on her sex, around her clit or up and down her slit. He hadn't even gotten to the state highway before she had her first orgasm and, since she was multi-orgasmic, she had several more by the time they were half way to her place. After the fourth or fifth, he had lost track, she pulled the vibrator away from her pussy and breathed a deep sigh. "You're not done are you?" Frank asked her with a devilish glint in his eyes. "Not nearly," Cheryl replied, matching his look and smile. "But I'm saving the rest up to enjoy with you when we get home." At Cheryl's apartment Frank grabbed his overnight bag out of the backseat and followed her up the walk as she carried the bag with their erotic purchase from the Pleasure Chest. Frank knew that as soon as they got into her apartment she'd be in her "game on" mode and he was looking forward to it. She was the only woman he'd ever been with who was so open; had so few rules. He had actually laughed when she did share her two rules. "No bodily waste products and don't cum in my eyes," she'd said. He had laughed and she'd seen the questioning look on his face. "Well don't," she added on. "It stings!" Once inside Frank locked the door behind them and followed Cheryl down toward her bedroom. She dropped her purse on the hall table as she went and kicked off her shoes just inside her bedroom door. She kept her dress on as she opened the bag and asked Frank to find some scissors in the kitchen's "junk" drawer so they could open the package. Frank delivered and she very carefully cut the plastic, making sure she didn't get close to any of the contents. With it open, she carefully picked out the battery driven toys but dumped everything else in her bathroom sink, turning on the hot water and then leaving it for a moment. Frank just stood and watched as she walked down to the kitchen to the junk drawer and pulled out two ziplock bags that held batteries. When she got back to the bedroom Frank realized one bag had C cell batteries and the other had a mix of AA and AAA batteries. While he hadn't expected that Cheryl would back down from using any of the toys, he wasn't quite prepared for how fast she seemed to be going about getting them ready for enjoyment. Dropping the bags of batteries on her bed, she went back to the bathroom where the water had gotten pretty hot and using an anti-bacterial soap she started washing all the toys she had dumped in the sink, setting them on a towel on the countertop after thoroughly rinsing each. He almost laughed out loud when, after she'd rinsed and set aside the last toy, she turned and looked at him, eyed him up and down and said, "You're still dressed?" It was worded as a question but her tone made it an obvious statement. He was supposed to be naked. That was easily and quickly fixed although it did take him longer to get his clothes off then it did her. Then again, he realized, she had a lot less to take off. By the time he was naked she had stepped into the bathroom and scooped up the whole towel full of new toys, dropping them on one corner of the bed before climbing onto it. She picked up one of the new battery operated toys and checked to see what size batteries it needed. Reaching to the appropriate battery bag she got what was needed and by the time Frank was climbing onto the bed with her, she had the toy battery-loaded and buzzing. She turned it off and then pretty much dove on Frank. Pushing him back on the bed she straddled him, keeping her body away from his with the exception of her mouth on his. Her kiss was aggressive, her tongue searching out and finding his, twirling and teasing before pulling back. His tongue followed hers, stretching farther and he was surprised when she bit down gently on it... holding his tongue between her lips and flicking the end of it back and forth with hers. His hands found her hips and he started to pull her closer but she let go of his tongue and backed off quickly. Frank groaned and pouted up at her. In response she stuck her tongue out at him and smiled. Still kneeling over him, Cheryl looked around for a moment, found the toy she'd put batteries in and handed it to him. "Hang on to this for a minute," she said with a smile. He nodded. Without warning or another word, Cheryl spun around and restraddled him in the 69 position. Before she spoke, she leaned down to lick the length of his quickly hardening cock. He groaned and then heard her say, "You ready for something new?" As she asked, he felt her hand gently grasp and stroke his length. "Of course," he replied. "What did you have in mind?" She dipped her head to briefly suck the still growing head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and enjoying the taste of his precum. When she popped off his length she said, "That toy?" Frank hummed a positive response. "While you eat me..." She paused and took a breath, wondering what his reaction was going to be to the rest of her statement, and then continued, "...work it slowly into my ass." "Mmmmm," he moaned happily, reaching up with his mouth to lick her slit and enjoying the taste of her wetness. "I can do that," he said as she moaned at the hot wet contact of his tongue. He kept up his aggressive oral attack on her pussy and was happy to have been thus distracted when he heard her next words. "And once you have it fully in, make sure it stays there while you fuck me." His brain momentarily seized while his tongue tickled her clit and he tried to take in the reality of this petite woman essentially being double-penetrated. Idly he wondered if she had done that in reality as part of her brief career as a prostitute but he dismissed that thought. If she had, it was part of a past life and he didn't care. If it was something she wanted to do in the future with him and another man, he wasn't objectionable to that either... so he brought his brain back to the moment, reveled in the pleasure of Cheryl's mouth and hands on his length while he did his best to pleasure her pussy. Frank did his best to focus on delivering her pleasure as her hands and mouth worked on his manhood. She was an expert at making him feel good and changing up the stimulation she provided to keep him feeling good but not really working him toward an orgasm. Trying to disconnect himself from the distraction of that pleasure, he gave himself to delivering pleasure to her. As petite as she was, it was easy to reach around her hips and use his hands to open her; gently pulling her ass cheeks apart and opening her sex to his fingers, lips and tongue. He loved how she maintained herself (clean shaven), her sexy aroma (a sweet muskiness was the best he could describe it) and how her secretions reminded him of honeysuckle juice from his youth. He let his tongue explore her "from stem to stern" as he thought about it. Cheryl moaned and pushed back in response to the stimulation his tongue provided... sliding over her puckered rosebud down across her quickly moistening opening, splitting her lips and flicking teasingly across her clit. That last contact made her jump but his arms wrapped around her hips held her close and didn't let her get away from his tongue. Frank kept his tongue working, changing up from swirling around her clit to sucking on that buzzing nub to stretching his tongue into her gradually relaxing opening to tickling around and gently putting pressure on her back door. As the heat between them built and the sensitivity of Cheryl's pussy grew, Frank gradually moved his focus from her clit and dripping hole to her backdoor until he found her bucking her hips back in response to his stiffened tongue. As wet as she was, he was worried about her comfort related to lubrication so before he introduced the toy anywhere near her backdoor, he reached over to the nightstand to grab the lube she kept... a lube he had never heard of before playing with her. It was a water based strawberry flavored lube that was clear. Cheryl definitely knew the moment he smeared a small dollop onto her... and into her... because it was a lot chillier than his tongue. After the one jerk in response to the chilly temperature, Cheryl moaned in response to everything he did. When he was sure her backdoor was thoroughly lubed, he reintroduced his tongue and changed it out with the head of the toy - which itself was shaped like a downsized cock. It was about five inches long and not quite as thick as a real penis would be and Frank was concentrating on working it slowly into her. He knew the process of relaxing her backdoor couldn't be hurried and he wanted to make the experience everything it could be for her. They both would have been surprised to find out that it was almost a half hour later before Frank had succeeded in his task of filling her backdoor with the toy. Along the way he had brought Cheryl to three orgasms and although she'd kept him away from cumming, he couldn't have gotten any harder and he was definitely ready to bury his length into her. Before Frank could move toward that goal, Cheryl took control and moved away from his mouth, repositioning herself next to him on her hands and knees, careful to keep that toy clenched into her ass as she did so. "Get behind me," she said, almost unnecessarily as he'd seen her position and knew what she wanted. Kneeling and lining himself up behind her, Frank was tempted to sink his length into her in a single quick stroke, but knew he couldn't assume that would be enjoyable for her. Instead, he slowly inserted his length into her hot wetness... still pushing it all into her until full penetration was achieved and the deep moan that rolled out of Cheryl let him know how much she was enjoying it. After that first full thrust, he stroked in and out a few times... gently and slowly... from only his cockhead still inside her to his full shaft buried in her wetness. He was vaguely aware of the added pressure or tightness resulting from the toy that filled her backdoor. After a few of those long slow strokes, Cheryl wanted more and let him know. "Quit holding back," he heard her whisper at the same time she bucked her hips back. "Just fuck me." Cheryl was saturated in pleasure and sensed that Frank was holding back, possibly worried about causing her any discomfort due to her size related to having her ass and pussy both filled, as far as he knew, for the first time. She didn't want him holding back out of such worries, and the reality was... she was loving it. The only way it could get better is if he'd NOT hold back and just give her an enjoyable pounding fuck until he came hard. So that's what she told him - and he paid attention. With his hands on her hips and very aware of the little bit of the toy protruding from her backdoor, he built up to a quicker pace and harder thrusts, trusting that Cheryl would let him know if his pelvis banging into the base of the toy caused her any discomfort. But from what he could tell by her noises, her words, and her body's responses, she was loving it more and more the harder and faster his thrusts became. After all of the buildup, he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to hold his orgasm off, but he wanted to give her as much good fucking as he could before his climax brought things... if not to an end, at least to a break. By the time he did feel his orgasm beginning to well up, his balls tightening and that delicious feeling of things beginning to tight in his groin, he had a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. They had been together enough that Cheryl could read him, even if she couldn't see him. She could feel his motions change; she could feel his hardness swelling just that little bit more; she could hear the change in his breathing and how his hands gripped her hips differently. A few moments later Frank threw his head back and almost roared as his orgasm seemed to explode out of his center and he'd have sworn there was high pressure lava flowing from him into her. All of the buildup had made his ejaculation seem more intense and he held himself as deep as he could until the spasms and pulses passed and the universe started to return to normal. Cheryl felt like she was being inflated through her pussy. She knew, just by how Frank's equipment had swollen and how much it felt like he came, that it had been an amazing climax for him. She had enjoyed several during all the foreplay, not to mention those she'd given herself in the car on the ride home, and she wasn't concerned in the least bit about not having gotten one during intercourse. When Frank's breathing had returned to something close to normal, he pulled himself from her and sat back on his heels, his eyes taking in the sight of Cheryl's sex both relaxed open and then slowly flowing his cum, first in globs and then in rivulets that trailed down her thighs. Then he became aware of the fact that the toy was still protruding from her backdoor. Very gently he reached out and touched it, just with one finger and gently pushing on it. Cheryl jerked in reaction but it was a mixture of surprise and pleasure. Her moan gave it away. Her body movement caused more of his cum to run from within her. Looking back at him, with a big smile on her face, she asked, "Feel good?" already knowing the answer. "Definitely," he said. "Thank you." "Oh, you're more than welcome," she smiled, putting heavy emphasis on the "come" syllable and then giggling. Meeting his eyes she wiggled her butt back and forth a bit and said, "You wanna give me a hand with this?" Frank knew she meant the toy but he didn't have a lot of experience in removing such. He was pretty sure it wasn't as simple as just pulling it out - not if he was taking her comfort into consideration. She seemed aware of his hesitation and told him just what he needed to know. "Just twist it a bit, slow and gentle and then you can pull it out slowly." Frank grasped the end of the toy and did as Cheryl had instructed, feeling her sphincter grasping the toy, and gently twisting it only realizing after the fact that it allowed the lubrication to reactivate and make removal easier and more comfortable. He was amazed at how her backdoor gripped the toy and he couldn't help thinking about how good it would feel to feel that around his cock. After recovering a bit more they went into the shower together. As they soaped and lathered each other's bodies under the hot spray, Cheryl commented on how much she had enjoyed the experience and thanked him for being open minded enough to let her enjoy being filled both front and rear. "It was my pleasure," he assured her, and then he cautiously added on, "maybe someday soon I'll trade places with the toy." "I wouldn't mind that at all," Cheryl reassured him. "Or, you know..." her voice trailed off and Frank sensed she was worried about how he would take what she was getting ready to say. "You know...?" he prompted her to finish. He watched as she took a really deep breath and gathered her courage to complete her statement. Cheryl gushed out her answer. "You know it doesn't have to be you and a toy," she said in a rush. "It could be you and another guy if you're comfortable with that." She half expected Frank to react in shock, but they had previously discussed their outlook on playing with others and she felt like it was time to bring that conversation back to the forefront. She took the step of making her statement and was eager to hear what his reaction was going to be. Frank continued to lather her as he carefully contemplated his answer before giving it. "If you or we can find that guy, I'm cool with that... especially if it's something you're sure you'd enjoy." The ball was back in her court but he had clearly let her know he wasn't put off by the idea at all. "Hmm..." Cheryl thought out loud, "I'm pretty sure I'd enjoy having two men pleasuring me... and using me at the same time... especially if you're one of those men. I know I'd be safe and feel secure while being able to let go to the eroticism and sluttiness of the experience." Frank picked up the thought process. "So, the question becomes, how do we find that other guy? And are we only looking for another guy? Or are we looking for a couple? Or..." he let his thoughts trail off. "I've been thinking about that," she said as they started to rinse off. "Are you familiar with the swinging lifestyle?" Frank chuckled as he answered. "Not firsthand, but I know what you're talking about." She giggled at his response and then continued. "Why don't we look into what kind of lifestyle groups are in the area and what events they host? Maybe we could find some other couples in that lifestyle who would be acceptable candidates?" "That makes sense to me," he replied as he turned off the water and they stepped out of the shower. "I think we need to know what we're after though. We've talked about emotional monogamy and physical non-monogamy, and I think we need to be clear on what our goals are." "Besides great sex with others?" Cheryl smiled as they both were drying off. "Sex with others is relatively easy to find," Frank answered, trying to bring a little more seriousness to the conversation. "But what are we looking for this to accomplish for us?" Cheryl sensed how serious he was being and that this discussion could take on a heavier weight than she originally thought. When they were both dried off they went out and got comfortable in Cheryl's bed, snuggling together and turning off the lights. The direction of the conversation was kind of scary for Cheryl. She had developed a lot of feelings for Frank and truly felt like she was falling in love with him. She also knew that, for her, a "forever" relationship wouldn't include sex with just one guy for the rest of her life. For her, and she thought Frank was on the same page, the emotional monogamy and completely open trust was vital, but it wouldn't be tied to having sex only with that one person forever. As they lay holding each other, Cheryl found the words to express what she felt. "We've enjoyed a lot in these past few months and I honestly didn't think I'd find a man as compatible with me as you seem to be." She paused and took a deep breath, seeking courage, before continuing. "I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with you and I can see us having a future together, if you wanted it, but we've already discussed our outlook toward physical monogamy and it's something neither of us says we want or requires." She felt him nod in silence and that gave her what she needed to finish her thought. "So, I think finding others to play with is something we kind of have to do, fully open and inclusive of each other, to make sure that what we think we want is something we can really live with if we're going to pursue where this relationship might go." Cheryl was fully aware of how many implications were in her words. Her heart fluttered both with hope and fear as she waited to see what his reply would be. "All of that makes sense to me," Frank replied, "and I agree with all of it. I've never been with a woman who makes me as happy as you do and I can see us together for a long time." He paused to form his words before finishing, "But yes... I think we need to perform some type of affirmation test where our outlook about physical commitment is concerned, even if it's just to identify potential hurdles and figuring out ways to work through them." He breathed and chuckled before voicing his next thought. "Our sex life has been so amazing so far that I definitely don't want to do anything that would risk limiting or hurting it..." and then he finished in a far more serious voice, "and I don't want to risk losing you given that I'm falling in love with you." Cheryl wasn't sure in that moment if she wanted to jump on the bed and shout for joy (a sight Frank would have turned on the light to enjoy) or just snuggle up closer to him and cry tears of happiness. What she did know for sure was that when she woke up in the morning it would be next to this man who seemed to bring her so much happiness with such relative ease. In that moment she knew exactly how she wanted to wake him up and she was pretty sure he wouldn't complain.
Matt's Adventures	26,439	4.55	442,997	[ "bit nipple", "drama", "nice tits", "adultery", "passionate" ]	IN THE BEGINNING The city limits were perhaps thirty miles away and rain clouds loomed behind him as Matt Weaver picked up his walking pace although aware he couldn't outpace a wind-driven rain. Matt figured it was better to get soaked later than sooner. He heard a vehicle slowing. It could be the cops. The highway was pretty deserted because it was not quite 6:15 am. "Well do you want a lift or don't you?" a female called. "I heard it was illegal to hitch a ride or pick up a hitcher in these parts." The woman snorted, "Well you heard wrong." She wasn't pretty and had a couple of teeth missing. She said she lived in a shack about two miles away and he was welcome to sleep the night. "Take me to the city." "Don't have enough gas and don't get my pay check till Friday. Anyways, what are you doing walking at this time of day?" "Choose between improving my health or the rig I traveled on during the night dumped me off about five miles back." "I work at the mill, night shift. You should have asked me for a ride there, saved you walking five miles." "I didn't know you were there and I didn't go into the mill." "Just testing your IQ. Jump in." "Thanks. The name's Matt Weaver." "Is that two 'T's and no 's' at the end of Weaver?" Matt yawned and said correct. He waited and finally said what's your name?" "Sally Rivers, an abandoned wife." "Sorry." "Why? You didn't abandon me." Fifteen minutes after arriving at the shack and serving coffee, Sally pulled up her dress and leaned across the kitchen table, belly side up. "Pull my panties down and have sex with me." "Why?" "I've gone about six weeks without it after being used to getting it night and morning." "I really don't know you." "Christ Matt, roll on this condom and make whoopee. Are you an escaped prisoner?" "No but I was a warder at the Pen. Got fired for having sex with a female prisoner as the Inspector of Prisons was making his quarterly inspection after he kicked my bare ass. He was wearing boots." "It was a wonder you weren't jailed yourself." "I was, being improperly incarcerated for six weeks without trial and then taken and dumped thirty miles away yesterday afternoon. About 10:00 a rig driver who'd stopped for a rest gave me a lift." "That's enough speechmaking. Stick it in." Sally liked the way Matt fucked her, with variety and subtle changes in pressure and speed. She only had the one condom so for the second session she told him to proceed without protection. "Just don't make me pregnant." Apparently Matt had no idea how to comply with that instruction. He said he was in no hurry to move on so Sally said stay. He had no money so Sally arrived home on payday with tins of paint and told him to paint her house in return for food. "What about fucking you?" "I don't charge for that. Charging is called prostitution and I'm a respectable woman." Matt left six weeks later, unknowingly leaving Sally pregnant and for a time she didn't know either. She never saw him again and when the baby was born she registered it as Matt Weaver, father unknown. TWENTY YEAR ON Matt arrived home and said to his ailing mother, "Got fired today." Sally croaked, "What fighting again?" "No for having sex with the operations manager's wife. Bill was supposed to have gone to Clarence for the day. We fought, er Bill and me, and I knocked him down and was about to finish him off when the bitch pulled a gun on me. I took it off her and when Bill regained consciousness he fired me but was decent enough to pay me off in full. I kept the rifle though he case he got ideas and shot me as I was walking to my pickup." "Well bring the gun into my room and leave it here for safety." Bill did that and his mom told him to go into town to get more painkillers, saying her throat was killing her. When Matt returned he'd found blood everywhere. Sally had shot herself. The sheriff told Matt not to leave the area until the investigation was completed and the Coroner delivered his verdict. "Leave and we'll run you down and shoot you like a stray dog," Sheriff Williams smiled. Everything checked out. The operations manager had plenty of facial bruising to substantiate there had been a fight and his wife verified her husband had caught her with Matt and that Matt had disarmed her and gone off with the rifle. Two women in the drugstore remembered Matt bringing in a prescription the doctor had left for Sally for restricted drugs to relieve her pain. Sally's fingerprints had been on the gun and there was no sign of a struggle. The Coroner found, 'Suicide in the face of severe and on-going pain consistent with terminal throat cancer'. With the delivery of that verdict the Sheriff told Matt he was free to go and when Matt asked for the rifle the lawman laughed and said it would be returned to its rightful owner. A couple of hours later Matt was in the office of the operations manager. "I'd like my old job back Bill?" "Fuck off Matt before I call security." Matt left, not sure what to do once her finished two things back at the house. He put fresh flowers on his mother's grave and left for he knew not where, abandoning the property that was worthless. He stopped for a final look back and saw the dwelling was well alight. CLARENCE PRESENTS OPPORTUNITY Matt drove his ailing pickup to the larger town of Clarence almost three hours away and eating at a diner asked the waitress did she know of any jobs up for grabs. "I'll ask the boss." A woman came over. "I'm Peg Cox. Can you cook?" "No." "Can you sweep floors and do repairs?" "I don't sweep floors." "Then there's nothing here for you." She was a bit too fat for Matt's liking but nevertheless he said, "I could provide you with sexual experiences you'll never forget in return for money." Peg grinned. "My husband is the chef. He has thirteen knives and he'd stick everyone of those into your vital organs if he found you at me." "Er perhaps I should back off and save you that embarrassment?" She laughed. "Try my cousin Bettina Fields at the Ranch Supplies Depot. She could do with some muscle around the place, having only women and old men on her payroll at present." Bettina was picking at her teeth gaps with a straw and watched Matt approach, thinking what she could do with Matt over a barrel of molasses or even a bale of hay, preferably a round one. "Mrs Fields?" Matt asked politely, thinking she was a scaled down version of her cousin. "Yes." "You cousin Peg at the Diner said you might consider hiring me for my muscle." The side of her mouth twitching with nervous tension, Bettina looked at his crotch, attempting to appraisal his muscle. "Oh?" "Yes. She thought you needed a strong guy like me to throw around sacks a grain, stack bales of hay and load lumber railing and fence posts for clients." "Oh that kind of muscle?" "Well there isn't any other kind, is there?" "That's one point of view. Come close and allow me to feel your muscle... er your arm muscles. She felt his right arm and said "Oooh," and slapped his stomach with the back of his hand and sighed, "Ohmigod." "Are you okay Mrs Fields." "Nothing what a good length couldn't fix... um a good length of time in bed. I'm um weary," "Well why not lay back and let me do all the work?" Bettina nodded and said thoughtfully she rather liked that idea. "Then I'm hired?" "Ah yeah, I suppose so. There's a bed in the loft you can have. I'll put the cat up there to control the rats but don't feed him otherwise he'll lose his appetite for vermin." "Um washing, I mean me and my clothes." "You can use the bathroom to shower down here in the staff room. I suppose you can eat with my husband and me but that will cost you." "You have a husband?" Bettina cackled, "Doesn't everyone?" He said he didn't and said she said hers was useless. All he did was to drink away profits. "What's your name boy?" \* \* \* "What's your name boy," asked Lester, the rheumy-eyed husband who looked at least fifteen years older than Bettina. Looking at the guy killing himself with booze. Matt gave his name for the second time and reminded himself to go easy on booze, not that he could afford it at present. Bettina had already told him not to accept liquor from Lester because that would be the same as stealing money from the cash box. During the evening meal Lester asked, "Why are you eating with us?" Bettina said because Matt was the new roustabout. "Why hire a roustabout when you have me?" Bettina cackled and said, "Because you are too precious to me my man." "Damn fool woman," Lester mumbled and asked again, "What's your name boy?" It was dark and Matt had no idea of what time it was when he felt the damn cat pulling off his blanket but then Bettina said, "Move over or do you wish to have sex on the hay?" God it was awful. Her skin was dry and lumpy but at least she wasn't all blubber like some women of her age that Matt guessed with uncertainty could be anywhere between fifty and seventy. At least her pussy was leaking and surprisingly it felt like velvet inside. Way out! Lester fucked her enthusiastically, relieved that once in she felt like any other woman. He lifted up one of the flat things on her chest and sucked at a nipple that thickened in his mouth. Puffing and groaning after successive orgasms. Bettina told him to stop. "Christ boy you'll kill me. Let me suck you clean." It wasn't the best fucking by far that curly blond Matt had experienced, although experience wasn't long for a guy aged twenty and he grinned thinking perhaps even worse more pathetically unromantic fucks were ahead of him. "We must do this again," Bettina said, flicking on her torch and shuffled across hay and mess to the narrow access stairway. "Yeah anytime you like," Matt said attempting to sound enthusiastic. Well she was providing him with a bit of money and feeding him. "Um what about any of the other women who work here." "Help yourself but not during work hours." "What are me work hours?" "When we are open. Christ Matt all these questions. I don't like talking straight after being fucked, especially when being fucked properly for the first time in years." Matt grinned, yawned and prepared to return to sleep when a fucking rat jumped on to his bed but then he heard purring. Grinning, Matt decided he was all for pussy. Matt walked out of the washroom in the morning nude and right in front of him a woman gaped at his swinging dick. "Hi do you also work here\>" he grinned. She swallowed, hugely. "What time is opening time?" "A-about now. M-my job is to open up." "I'm Matt the new roustabout. Bettina hired me yesterday." "I'm Sarah. Sorry for staring but I've never seen one that long at rest." "It's cool Sarah, nice tits. You can try it sometime." "I-I'm married with two little ones." "Oh I thought woman only had one?" "Children." "No I don't have children and I don't mind if you do. My mother said even married women have the right to try out other men to retain their sense of comparison." "H-how old are you Matt?" "Twenty. I have my papers to prove it. I got them out of mom's house before I set it alight and left. Mom was already dead." Sarah looked horrified so Matt told her the story and before he finished she was weeping and was hugging him and had taken a boob out for him. "Attending well to our first customer of the day Sarah?" said an old guy shuffling in. "Yes Alf," Sarah said, replacing the boob under her bra and buttoning her dress. He grinned and said usually Bettina couldn't care a fuck about customer-care but it was great seeing it being instituted for the first time. "This is Matt. Bettina hired him last night." "Great looking dick Matt. Just as well I'm not gay. In fact I'm not anything. Welcome aboard but I can't say welcome to the team because we don't work as a team." "Thanks Alf." Alf looked surprised. "Have we met before?" "I head Sarah use your name." Alf grinned and said, "This guy is super intelligent Sarah." "Alf I'm sorry you caught me, um, acting unprofessionally." "Sarah dear, it's no problem with me who you wish to fuck. In fact I think you are clever attempting to be the first to lay Matt." Matt hurried back to the loft to dress. He was thrilled to be part of this outfit. It seemed so wacky. A few minutes later Matt had met the two other men and three women. Two of the women inspected Matt carnally and he assumed the other one was gay. Bettina didn't show but Alf got everyone working and soon the outfit was busy. At midday Alf told Matt to take his lunch break. He was in the toilet washing his hands when Sarah came in and locked the door. Matt lifted her on to the washbowl, hoping the bowl and cabinet were strong enough and she asked him not to undress her, pulling both tits out for him. "I don't wish to feel like a whore." He didn't have the heart to tell lovely Sarah that the whores he'd known preferred keeping on as many clothes as possible. She pulled aside a panty leg and Matt's dick slipped in like a well-oiled gate bolt. She sighed and a beautiful smile trickled over her face as he began pumping and Matt knew he was looking at the most beautiful women he'd ever fucked or for that matter been in contact with and that included his mom. She came hugely and he pulled out in time. Sarah jumped down and jerked him into the basin. "God Matt you are skin and bones. How on earth can you manage to produce ass of that sperm?" "Mom always said I'm well-endowed and ran on an extra-large tank." Sarah gurgled and quickly changed the subject. Bettina arrived with sandwiches for Matt and looked like she'd been fucked all night. He noticed she treated him like anyone else on the staff, perhaps even a little worse. "Sweep the floors Matt. And keep them swept." Matt's closest buddy turned out to be Alf and he was glad about that although Sarah and he remained pals. They never did it again. She'd confessed she had only done it once because she'd accepted his mom's philosophy that even married women had a right to stray to measure by comparison. "Your mom must have been a lovely woman." "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever held Sarah. Some would say my mom was almost ugly but then they would be unaware just how beautiful she was inside." Sarah ran off howling and the butch woman picked up an axe and looked at Matt threatening. "Mind your business Pru. Sarah is having her monthly emotional." Matt then stared down Pru and she returned to weighing out nails for packaging. Matt became Alf's pal because he was the most interesting person of them all. He was seventy-one, a widower and had been a sailor on freighters in his late teens, a fireman, woodsman, park ranger and had worked in retailing and then for many years until Elsie's death he worked in offices, rising to become the office-trained accountant. Alf managed the business for Bettina, doing the books, placing orders, checking out deliveries while Bettina sat in her office talking on the phone to people to drag in more custom. She only had to say when would more fencing rails be arriving and quick as a flash Alf would tell her when, what quantities, the specifications and their selling price. Matt asked Bettina could he work with Alf in the office when not otherwise busy but she said no; if he had nothing to do he should be sweeping the floors. At the mill with so many of the women wanting a piece of him, Matt had learned to become crafty as good management was required when involved in infidelity because some of the husbands and boyfriends had also worked at the mill. His mom had refined his techniques ever farther. So Matt waited until Bettina arrived after midnight for her weekly round of adultery and said no, not until Bettina agreed to allow him to work off-peak in the office as Alf's apprentice. "Oh do what you like. Just get that big piece of meat into me." Matt left her so legless that night that he had to carry her home and put Bettina into bed alongside her drunk husband. Flattered that Matt regarded him as someone to look up to, Alf sniffed and said it would be a little like teaching a son he'd never had. "Oh I'm sorry you didn't have children Alf." "Elsie and I had three daughters." "What? Where are they?" "Widely scattered. But they arrived home with their families for my 70th last year." "I'm so pleased to hear that Alf." "Bullshit." "Sit back and hear me out Alf." Alf sniffed and brushed at his eyes when learning that Matt had never known his father and that and wouldn't be able to recognize his father if he saw him because there were no photographs. "Mom said he passed through like a ship in the night." "God your mom was familiar with nautical terminology," Alf said in awe and patted Matt on the back affectionately. From that day they more or less became father and son. The relationship lasted two full years until Alf died unexpectedly, in his sleep. Matt was devastated, unable to accept life could be so cruel to both Alf and him. He stayed in his bed all day and Bettina came up to have coffee with him, and she would return several times including to bring his dinner. Late that afternoon the grief had tumbled out of Matt. He cried and cried into Bettina's bosom and she stroked his face and tousled his hair murmuring, "I know, I know." Finally feeling better Matt asked, "I've known people who've died before including my mother so why should I be so shaken this time"" The wisdom of Bettina shook him to the core. "For the first time in your life you had really found someone and now he's gone. Such a great loss can be so distressing. Alf treated you like his son." "Sweet Jesus." Matt groaned. "I'd like to sleep for a while now." "Go ahead," Bettina said, and gently stroked his back until she could tell by his breathing he was asleep. The funeral was huge, so huge that the turnout even staggered Bettina. Word of mouth rather than the one small ad in the weekly newspaper had made people respond. Some townspeople attended but most of the attendees were present and retired ranchers and their families. An estimated 150 people stood outside unable to enter the packed church. Bettina had made enquiries and found of why so many clients had turned up. When she was invited to make the eulogy on behalf of the town, following one of Alf's daughters who'd spoken on behalf of the family, Matt and others learned about this remarkable turnout. "Alfred Fraser Maxwell was a man of many parts, of many skills and had worked in a variety of vocations," Bettina said, turning out to be quite an orator. "He turned up at my feed and ranch supplies depot twelve years and thirty-four days ago and asked for a job." "I noticed his limp and skinny frame and thought no way would he be able to fire thirty bags of chaff on Mr O'Leary's truck or roll two drums of molasses up planks on to the back of Irene Hammer's pickup." "Alf said he had lost his job as an office manager through company collapse and would like to do my office work for me, allowing me to spend my time soliciting business." "On what? I said and explained my customers knew where I was located and what I stocked and what was the best time to arrive for loading of big orders." "Do they?" he said. "Do you really wish to be a stupid woman and wallow in mediocrity?" "Well actually Alf said stupid bitch." The church filled with laughter and even those standing outside laughed, not knowing what the joke was but wanting to feel part of the farewell. "I then received a lecture on marketing and was told to be quiet and not to interrupt. I looked at his skinny neck, knowing I could probably break it one-handed. But suddenly it dawned on me what he was saying sounded like sense. I grew up on a ranch and my mother used to phone the grocer and the butcher and they used to bring out fresh supplies to the ranch, just charging a bit extra for vehicle running. What Alf was telling me was that principal in reverse." "So I interrupted, was told to shut up but his mouth closed when I told him he was hired. Needless to say tele-marketing really worked for me because I was not the only firm supplying ranches within fifty miles of here. Within a year I'd purchased the funeral parlor next door to extend my premises and had already purchased the house behind us and demolished it to extend our yard. So thank you Mr Alf Maxwell, my business guru." "Now some of you might be wondering why so many of you are here today. Well Alf really knew how to talk to people, saying things that interested them, never being too busy to give anyone a couple of minutes to chat. Some of you came here to chat and looked disappointed when I came out and took your check. That was the power of Alf Maxwell." "But there is more, much more but I won't recite it all. Ladies if you'd told Alf you had a sick child at home the next time you met Alf he'd ask about that child, by name." Murmurs of 'Hear, hear" from women sounded throughout the church. "And if you had an important anniversary, by mail would come a pretty card and if you were one of those women who flirted with Alf he'd also send flowers to mark your big occasion. Men if you phone wanting nails of a particular length and spoke to Alf, without lifting his ass off his chair he'd tell you whether or not we have that size in stock and if we didn't he'd tell you the nearest size we had in stock, and how many were in stock, and if they had to be ordered he'd tell you what day and what time they'd arrived. Now was Alf Maxwell every wrong?" "No" thundered the voices of men in the church. "Well that's enough from me. Alf Maxwell helped me make money and I paid him bonuses because of that but I say crap to the money. I'll miss Alf as my best friend. Thank you everyone. I'd just like to say arranged catering for after the burial but we have been hopelessly caught out by this huge number of you turning up." The clergyman came up and led Bettina back to her seat. He then said, "Don't worry about the catering Bettina my dear. The good lord will provide." Of course the church warden had been sent to cafes, the hotels and food specialists to send food to the church hall as a donation to the memory of Alf Maxwell and that the names of the donors would be announced during repast. Outside the church Matt hugged Bettina and said, "You brought Alf and his generosity alive." She burst into tears and clung to him until some of her female friends led her away to the burial site behind the church. At the buffet Matt was talking to people he knew when Attorney Brown came up and said, "My office at 4:30 today please Matt." "Okay Mr Brown," said Matt wondering if he was in trouble over burning that dilapidated house down. But shit that was almost two and a half years ago. In the attorney's office the three daughters, accompanies by their husbands, looked at Matt and Bettina curiously. During the reading of the will one of the daughters yelled, "I'd wanted that grandfather clock. It's a family heirloom." Mr Brown said he was sorry but legally the clock now belonged to Mrs Fielder. "And for your information documentation inside the clock case establishes your father purchased the clock fifteen years ago and I have verified that document in case of any dispute." The residue of the estate apart from personal affects would be cash, because the cottage where Alf had lived had been rented. "After probate I estimate there will be approximately $78,000 to be divided between Mr Maxwell's three daughters Jane, Clara and Annette and Mr Matt Weaver." "This is outrageous, give our father's money back to us," Clara shouted at Matt. "Get fucked," Matt drawled. "You father obviously wants me to get on in life." "Mr Brown?" Jane queried. "The response from Mr Weaver was unusually explicit. My advice is f you wish to dispute it go to court." The daughters raced away with their husbands, only Bettina and Matt staying for a drink. As Mr Brown was pouring a brandy and two whiskies Bettina said, "I suppose with that money you'll be moving on as soon as the money is paid out?" "I'd like to stay for twelve months as the new office manager is that's okay and then leave as soon as you find my replacement." "That's very okay. My weekly night visit is still welcome?" "Yes of course providing you don't mind visiting Alf's former cottage. I have arranged to rent if from Mr Brown." "Yes that's fine. Am I still expected to wash your clothes?" "Of course." During that year Matt, who'd done well at high school, crammed a two year on-line associate degree in business into one year, working almost every night and at weekends, and Mrs Brown, who'd been a college tutor, assisted him every Saturday and handled queries at night. She was not interested in Matt sexually but admired him for his determination to get somewhere in life. Matt had to mow their lawns in return and do other odd jobs, including shoveling snow and walking Mrs Brown's two dogs. Mr Brown, who'd previously had to walk the dogs, thought that was a great arrangement. Matt was so proud at graduating that he accepted the invitation to be conferred with his degree at the college as some other students preferred that to receiving their degree confirmation in the post. He was amazed that Mr and Mrs Brown and Bettina accompanied him to the university more than 600 miles away. If the Brown's were dismayed or astonished that Bettina and Matt shared a hotel room overnight they didn't reveal it. They just kept telling Matt they'd had a great time and were really proud of him. LONGFORD OAKS Matt had never been in such a tidy city as Longford Oaks in New England where a recruiting agency had landed him a position as assistant office manager in a realty company. The company wouldn't hire Matt without sighting him so he went to the final interview. Bettina had also only ever flown twice on an aircraft and had also been outside of Oklahoma once in her life so she decided to accompany Matt, knowing she had the more pragmatic mind and that was useful when traveling. "Couldn't you have picked somewhere closer than Maine?" she groaned, although wanting to go there. "The recruiter told me it was the only position where they might place me because no one else they had looking for jobs wanting to go there and their branch office in Maine agreed I possessed the minimum qualifications." "While waiting to go Mr Brown, with his back-end experience in realty transactions, had briefed Matt about property sales and rentals and introduced him to a guy in real estate who gave Matt the coalface side of the business. When the interviewer asked had Matt any knowledge of realty Matt said, "Just a little" and she frowned but as the interview went on she became aware he had rather a lot of knowledge about the realty business, or it appeared he had. Bettina who'd accompanied Matt to the interview and introduced as his step-mother had reminded Joyce, the interviewer of her own mother. During lunch at a restaurant if Joyce, one of the Realtor partners, may have been surprised neither of the visitors had to ask which knives and forks to use and what was lobster. "I think of Oklahoma State as being something of a backwater," she said, sipping wine. "Yeah, similar to what we think of Maine," Matt said, appalling Bettina but she relaxed when Joyce giggled and eyed Matt's chest again. Bettina thought if Matt could make-out with Joyce after lunch he might win the position but when she suggested she might go shopping Joyce stood and said, "No come back and meet the other two partners Bettina. I would like you feeling comfortable about what your son might be letting himself in for." The other two partners were also sexy-looking 40-somethings and Bettina frowned thinking she'd just placed good body weight on Matt's frame and it would be likely he'd return to being scrawny again after fucking those three. She wasn't to know the three women lived together as gays. Matt impressed the other two women and Matt's potential boss and Joyce was told the decision was over to her. "You're hired Matt. When can you start?" "One month from next Monday. Bettina kicked him under the table when he added, "My hard-ass boss back home will require the full month's notice because I run the business for her and she'll be terrified at losing me." "Do we have feed and ranch businesses in Maine?" asked Lucy, one of the partners. "Yes," chorused her partners. "I specialize in managing our coastal properties sales and personally managing major sales," Lucy, looking a little red-faced, explained to Matt. Matt and Bettina stayed in New England another four days, touring in a rented car and fucking and eating well. They flew home from Boston feeling almost in love. A month later Bettina farewelled Matt at the airport. In their final hug and kisses she said, "You have become a man since your arrival at my depot." That was news to Matt. \* \* \* Lily Telford, office manager, ran the business apart from selling and the legal side. She had a mouth-watering ass, easily the best Matt had ever seen. It poked out pertly. "Stop it," Lily said during their first morning together. "Stop what." "Eyeing my ass like you are doing." "Do you have other better parts?" She looked at him horrified. "Oh with you coming from Oklahoma I ought to have known it would be like this." She waited in vain. "Why aren't you counter-attacking?" "I have been brought up to respect women." "Ohmigod." She paused and then said gently, "Matt I don't mind you admiring my ass. But I have at least one better feature." "Your brain?" "Oh Matt, I think I shall like you." "Like me enough to fuck?" "Oh Matt, I'm married." "The good ones always are Lily. You must understand that." "Er, office procedures. As you will be aware we must file a report for Monday's meeting and also produce monthly..." And so the induction continued, Matt admiring the ass and Lily admiring Matt. Lily's chance to commit adultery came when a bi-annual weekend workshop for realty administrators was scheduled for Boston this year." "It's close enough for us to send two people," Lily said to Joyce, the managing partner. "Who would you like to take?" "Oh anyone, you choose." Joyce whispered :You lying bitch" and they giggled. "Okay take him and book a double room to save on expenses." They giggled. Lily said, "You have caught me by surprise being prepared to conspire like this Joyce." "Oh darling, guys realize people with other preferences are entitled to really like sex." They giggled. Lily briefed Matt, saying it was all Joyce's idea. "Are you sure?" Lily half-turned away, patting her butt and winked broadly. She laughed at the yokel look of her chief assistant's open-mouthed face. \* \* \* In the hotel suite Lily and Matt kissed. "Do you want to do it now?" Nervously Matt said yes. Lily caught the tone and asked had he done the ass before. "N-no." "Look let's do it how you are used to now. If we are too drunk tonight you can do anal in the morning after fucking me conventionally." "Right, get your gear off." "Oh you brute, aren't you going to undress me." "Tonight when we return to the room because then you'll be really dolled up." "Ohmigod I'm dampening my panties." "Get them off bitch." "Oh a masterly man at last." Matt was so randy he drove Lily's head into the bed head; fortunately it was padded. "You have a beautiful cunt." "Ohmigod, Lily shrieked and convulsed. Matt could feel the extra wetness oozing from her." "You're a great fuck Lily." She bucked again and told him to shut his mouth. "You are making me over-excited. I've been waiting for this since we first met." That was too much for Matt. He bucked and drowned the end of his cock in cum. "Have you come inside me?" "Yeah." "You beast. I only allow my husband that privilege." Matt looked crestfallen and apologized. "It doesn't matter and thanks for apologizing. Now can we get on with it?" They went at it slowly and in a very dignified manner, if adultery can be associated with dignity. Well at least it was a property fuck compared to the start when both had ejaculated prematurely. "That was so beautiful," Lily said dreamily. "You are very good Matt." "Someone else has to be good before I can be good," he grinned boyishly "Oh Matt," cooed Lily, reaching up and kissing him and then drawing him close. They fell asleep and missed the opening session but caught the second session and were greeted by the presenter, a woman, who smiled at them knowingly. That night when they returned to their suite Matt closed the door and when Lily turned he placed his big mitts over both breasts and squeezed. "Oh Matt," she cooed and offered her lips. Invitation accepted. They tongued, both feeling like doing it as they had consumed liquor fairly modestly. Although Lily looked good up top she had rather dumpy legs but even dumpy legs look great in hold-ups with lacy tops and after licking and sucking around the stocking tops and pulling off the panties, Matt found Lily was really dripping. He removed the bra and fucked her on the sofa. When he was finished she said, "I'm comfortable here and bending over the back of a sofa placed a woman in a great position for a guy taking ass for the first time. I left the lube and condoms on the dressing table. "Aw do I need a condom?" "Probably not but I do thank you." Lily was a careful and patient teacher Matt found. Well it was her butt. He was a good pupil and didn't hurry it and was amazed she took his full length. "Now gently Matt. Anal fucking is all about being mutually sensitive, plenty of lube and timing everything appropriately. Those anal DVDs you probably see give the wrong impression because the asshole of some of those professional bitches are as big as road tunnels." Wincing as he tentatively began stroking, Matt was wondering if his vehicle was too large for this tunnel but it worked out fine. Just fine. But the end of the weekend he was a convert but it was also the end of Lilly's ass. "We can't risk this liaison continuing Matt. Too much is as stake for me. But you are in the right business. As you will have noticed, time and time again no doubt, our office is full of sexy women but just a word of advice: stay about from women who are in unhappy relationships because you will find most of them have become neurotic about sex and relationships." "I was thinking the eighteen to twenty year olds." "Good boy but don't expect they will be ass virgins. Young people are into everything these days. Six months on Bettina visited Matt and they had a great weekend, full of sex. She declined to take it in the ass and at the airport said, "I can see we have grown apart Matt. You are becoming a sophisticated young man." "But I wish to continue associating with you Bettina. You are the nearest I have to family and I know that description is tenuous." "Very well but no sex." "Okay. But come to my graduation next year for sure. Lily has got me completing a full business degree online." "Oh very good. So she's giving you more than advice?" "We had just the one encounter, a whole weekend though. She is married to a jealous guy who watches her closely. She and I remain close friends and she's a great business tutor." After gaining his degree in business administration Matt won a position to manage the business law department of a big law firm in Boston. He now considered himself at corporate level, er once he built up experience. BOSTON BEAUTIES Matt found he didn't much like the big city; feeling more comfortable in smaller centers, confirming he was just a country boy. But for a time he went round with an all day near erection because of the flocks, or whatever they were called, of great looking babes. In his firm only the prim-looking senior women weren't great lookers and the babes mostly appeared sexually oriented. A wink, wink was almost enough to get one onto her back. The mention that he managed the law department of Bain, Evans and Zimmerman Law was almost sufficient to start opening the legs of any babe he'd targeted. But after contacting an STD, fortunately a curable one, he reined in abruptly and celebrated his twenty-sixth birthday wondering whether the physician was incorrect and his dick would really fall off and his balls shrivel. He knew it would take time to lose that fear. Matt avoided turning to religion. Instead he began looking round the office for an overlooked beauty or reasonable looker, not too fat and not too thin, who might not be transmitting disease and possibly not placing herself in the position to receive an STD. The company employed 443 people with around 350 of those females so he ought to find one in-house. He couldn't. Perhaps he was looking beyond his brief? Matt decided to give it a rest and crack into completing his studies, thinking something should turn up. It did. Matt was called to the office of the managing partner, the unreachable Mrs Cassidy. He'd been told there were five personal assistants to screen anyone wanting to see her and you'd be lucky to be one of the 15% to get through to be invited to sit down with her. Matt had been with the firm eight months and had yet to see Mrs Cassidy although he'd seen here arriving and department in a limo with one-way glass in the passenger compartment. Who the hell did she think she was? Well she knew because she restricted herself to clients who were worth a minimum of half a billion and had been her clients before she became managing partner. He grinned. So much around here was bullshit. A screening by five different people. Ha! Matt went to the top floor, Sky Floor it was called. All other floors had numbers. He stepped out and a security guy said hold it. "Don't step across that white line." Another guy was pointing a shotgun at him. Jesus. A woman read his email instructing him to the Sky Floor. "Are you Mr Weavers?" "No, Mr Weaver, no 's'. She smiled and said verified. "Follow the red line." The second security guy whose breath smelled of garlic lifted up the shotgun to allow Matt to follow the red line. It was bullshit about five checks. At the next check he had his thumb print read and was told by the honeyed voice babe with big tits and a possible STD carrier, "Mrs Cassidy is waiting for you." "Oh yeah, then where is she?" "Are you intellectually deprived? Follow the red line." As he reached the door it opened. He went into the average looking office and heard a toilet flush. Good god, Mrs Cassidy pees. The quite good-looking 55-year-old (according to her CV but she looked younger) was still hitching her skirt straight as she came out and said sit. Fuck her, Matt thought. He wasn't a dog. He thought he saw the start of a smile as she said, "Please sit Mr Weaver. There's no 's' I believe?" "Correct ma'am," Matt said almost humbly. "Call me Lenka." What? "As you wish." "Do you have any comment?" He commented, "Your name is of Slavic origin." "Ohmigod and here was I told you were a country boy. I'm taking you to Washington with me because of all executives in our firm you qualify for the highest security rating. You have done nothing wrong according to our information apart from committing multiple counts of adultery, your health is excellent now you are cleared of your recent STD, your are on record as burning down and uninsured house but you owned it and no other properties were involved and both parents are dead." "Both?" "Yes your mother died of cancer a week before you burned down the house and your father died instantly as a result of a hit and run road accident fourteen years ago. He had considerable gambling debts so the accident was no accident." "Are you sure it was my father?" "Yes." Lenka looked at the report in front of her. "Matt Franklin Weaver, born in Jackson, Mississippi, parents both deceased, he was forty-eight and two hundred and twenty-two days at the time of his death in Jackson, Mississippi." "So he returned to his birthplace?" "That's a reasonable assumption. It says here he was unknown to you." "Correct." "Well at least you no longer have to fret that he's waiting just around the corner to discover you but then he never knew he'd impregnated your late mother, did he?" "No." "So are you of a mind to accompany me to Washington on an overnight stay? This is very high-powered stuff and you will be accredited as my special assistant for these talks concerning a paternity claim against someone who will not be named and ranked very high in the president's team of advisers." "Yes. You don't appear to be the type of person who would bore me." "Why thank you Mr Weaver. You are so gracious." "Call me Matt." "Yes of course. If you have no questions you may leave. We'll leave from here on Friday morning. Bring an overnight bag and dress formerly. They flew on a Citation Mustang and at the airport in Washington they went to the White House where they went through normal security and on to a meeting of attorneys and other aids. Lenka had briefed Matt how to act and what papers or files to hand to her when requested. The meeting lasted just over an hour. Lenka knew the woman who'd lodged the claim very well although had never been a client and so she was able to materially assist with the building of the woman's profile without breaking any client confidentiality. Finally when asked for her recommendation Lenka spoke clearly and firmly. "If the claim checks out as genuine then settle and that will be the end of it. As I said this women comes from a very influential although not particularly wealthy family and she will recognized without doubt that any publicity about this would reflect adversely on the family and end her high position at the gallery where she works. I believe the woman when she says her claim is partly in compensation for the stress she has suffered but in substance she is seeking generous care for the education of the child through until the age of twenty-eight." As they got into the limo Lenka said, "Well that's over. We stay the night at my sister's home. She and her husband are in South America on global warming talks. A gentleman I know is coming to stay with me and is bringing his personal assistant with him. Lenka winked and placed a hand to her lips. They will be our companions to dinner." As they stepped on to the front porch of a very substantial home Lenka said, "If you do have sex use condoms. All sorts of people pass through Washington DC." Nina had too much make-up on and her hairstyle was too fussy for Matt's likening. He thought she might be approaching forty and perhaps the cracks were beginning to show. Lenka and Leon left early for dinner, the arrangement made over drinks they couples would go their own way. "After a couple of drinks Matt asked what kind of food would she like and she said she was sick of banquet-type fodder. "What about Thai?" "Oh perfect Matt, great choice. I have listings in good areas," Nina said, pulling out her phone and making the call. Over dinner Matt spoke about his day and said all that expense for just seventy minutes of meeting time seemed such a waste of money. And why was he needed; he seemed to be there just for a formality." "You were. People in Washington DC only like facing one person at one-on-one meetings and that's because there's no alternative. At all other times two people is the bare minimum and I'd guess calling in someone of Mrs Cassidy's status this would have been a 'big cheese' meeting affecting something of national importance involving some person or persons at the top echelon?" "I can't say what it was about." "Of course not and I don't expect you to divulge such information. You would have faced a high-power panel and they would have wanted to hear what Mrs Cassidy had to say from her lips and her expression and nuances would have been closely monitored. If the meeting was over in only seventy minutes I would have thought it would have been some big scandal has been either avoided or there was confidence it will be." "My lips are sealed." "Of course they are. Anyway you would not have been privy to the closing debate. Neither of you. So you wish to go to bed before we go out?" "What about your hair?" "Don't worry about my hair. The boss is gone and I won't see him much before midday tomorrow." "Yeah great." "Do you have condoms? We get all sorts of people coming through Washington and not all are disease free. It doesn't pay to take risks." "That's my thinking too." Unfortunately Nina didn't wished to be licked and fingering was also out. Although those bans made Matt feel a little safer it was rather like having sex with one arm tied behind his back. She was tight, surprisingly tight and he mentioned that. Nina pretended to be surprised and said just because she worked amongst VIPs in Washington it didn't mean she had had a special operation or had to be like a subway tube. "Sorry." "It's quite okay. I do this as part of my job. I was surprised at your size." "Er do I pay you for this?" "No Mrs Cassidy has taken care of that." At that shock Matt almost lost his erection. He finished with a big bang and although Nina finished in noise he couldn't help wondering was that faked orgasms. The remarkable thing was being with her alone over dinner. Nina gave Matt her undivided attention and he couldn't help thinking to call him sophisticated was a joke. In comparison Nina was all class and her conversation was all about him and his interests and aspirations. To find out anything about her had was forced to dig deeply. Back at their room she requested anal and that suited Matt fine. He grabbed her hips and attempted to belt her into tomorrow. She hit her clit screaming "More, more" and when she slapped pussy and bellowed Matt was absolutely sure that was no fake. Panting and sweating, looking red-faced and well-done Nina said, "Ohmigod, that was so wonderful. You could make your fortune in this city if you went professional." On the flight back to Boston, Lenka apologized for not seeing much of Matt. "We went clubbing and didn't get home till near 4:00. I met many people I knew, if only a little. How did you find Nina?" "Oh great. Although she's into sex she takes good care of herself." "Leon thinks she's connected to CIA." "You're kidding?" "No but there no way of knowing if he's right. She travels the world with him and he engages as a negotiator at top level with governments. He was surprised the agency received only five applicants to become his new special assistant and an insider told him all five were probably had CIA connections to ensure the right type of person was recruited." "Does he have sex with her?" "Oh yes. His wife hates airplane travel." Matt thought God what a web. Had Nina been trying to find out what had been discussed with Lenka although appearing to warn him against shooting his mouth off? "Nina was interested in our meeting with VIPS." Lenka replied casually, rather too casually Matt suspected, "Oh what did you tell her?" "Nothing, it was none of her business. I just said I was not at liberty to say and she appeared to accept that." "Appeared?" "Well I was thinking was she bugged or was where we were bugged. It was a Thai restaurant but she chose which one, recommending it." "Our thinking was good about you Matt. Congratulations." "Did you have sex with Leon?" "Matt, what a question to as a lady," Lenka smiled. "Come on, did you?" "Yes, twice." "Do you talk while fucking?" "Yes... oh I see where this is leading. I think I control what I say even when someone manages to get me really worked up." "What if Leon is the one with CIA connections or even both of them?" "God Matt. You are a scary guy to travel with. Perhaps next time I should confine myself to having sex with you?" "I'm too young for you." "Oh is that so? What an inverted way of saying I'm too old for you." "Bend over in front of me if we are ever alone in a hotel room together Lenka and find out which or your theories is correct." She screamed in laugher, tears running down her face. A few days later Matt was called up to a meeting of two of the partners. He was offered a proposal and the next day accepted the offer to become manager of the Sky Floor and to be Mrs Cassidy's personal assistant whenever she traveled without her husband. There were twenty-four people on the Sky Floor so Matt was kept busier than he had expected. He had quite a bit to do with Mrs Cassidy (as he was expected to call her in the office) and they become genuinely friendly without any sexual overtones being apparent, although he knew that was not to say they weren't lurking. Matt flew several times to New York with Lenka and from the outset it was clear what was expected of him, although there had not been a word said until her followed her into the single bedroom in the luxury hotel suite and she asked simply, "Which side of the bed would you like?" Oh very cool Mrs Cassidy. "I fuck best lying on my left side." She smiled and looked at him, appearing very pleased. "Then I'll take the left side to be in position to face you." He thought he would be reprimanded for using bad language but she never did and he learned to be only foul-mouth when alone with her. She could be foul-mouthed as well and sometimes talked to him real dirty in bed. He told her she was a good fuck, and she liked that, and he said it amazed him her tits were without wrinkles. She just smiled and he knew that once again he had pleased her. It was all about pleasing her, wasn't it? The third time Matt went with Lenka to New York was the final time they were together. The first night was great, really great and he was becoming so used to her that he no longer thought of her fifty-five as being approaching senior citizen age. But on the second night he came home after a movie to find a guy in bed with her. Neither seemed fussed that he'd walked in on them. "Oh pack your bag and get another room Matt." Absolutely furious with her Matt packed his bag and instead of asking for another room went on to the airport and next morning went into the office and resigned, effective immediately. The manger of HR said he would be penalized for leaving without adequate notice, breaking his contract. "Do what you must do Milly but I suggest you forward everything to Mrs Cassidy office for her action on her return tomorrow. Please insert a note that I expect her to consider my termination favorably." "Very well Matt. I'm sorry you are leaving us. Good luck. Under this abrupt termination Mrs Cassidy is unlikely to speak about you favorably should your prospective new employer contact her. She is not that type of person." "Then I would reap what I deserve but I believe you are mistaken." The weather was becoming colder and Matt was not upset he'd tossed in a job with a $66,000 salary, thinking with the experienced he'd gained he was now worth at least another 20K. Was he being big-headed? He didn't think so but wished he had an MBA. He could win a big job if he received Lenka's endorsement. If she called him he must not bawl her out. That night he decided to chase warmer weather and have some time off to think. However by the time he arrived in LA he had it all worked out. He hadn't worked effectively as an administration executive since transferring to the Sky Floor. His primary function had been to act as Lenka's toy boy, prostituting himself. God, how low can you go? If Bettina Fields found out she'd bury her boot up his butt. He booked into quite a good hotel, taking a room without a view to save a bit of money, but knowing it was time to spend some of his money on himself. Lenka called him on his first day in LA. He was lunching at a beach, thinking about renting a place and buying a car. "Hi where are you?" "LA." "I regret doing that to you. I had not seen Tony for four years." "It's fine, I'm over it." "What will you do now?" "Find something soon. I'm taking a few days to work out a personal life plan." "Good thinking. You sound okay and that makes me happy." "You and I had gotten on well Lenka, much to my surprise. You are a special kind of woman." "I know. I've instructed HR to pay out your full entitlements plus a $10,000 bonus for what I call 'upset' and that means different things to different people." "God that's generous of you." "You're worth it. Be careful where you stick it. Call me soon." "Bye and thanks Lenka." INITIAL FAILURE IN LA Two weeks later Matt was in the waiting room of the plush offices of an attorney, William B. Ryder. He'd been one of three short-listed applicants for a specialist job and Mr Ryder had selected him for the position subject to final approval from Mrs Watkins-Mace, a mega-wealthy widow who lived on the entire top floor of a five-star downtown hotel. She required a property manager to replace the one now facing jail after thieving from her. An assistant in a white dress so tight that the babe appeared to have difficultly breathing came up to him, pushed her chest out at Matt and said, "Mrs Watkins-Mace has arrived Mr Weaver. Please come through." Matt followed the most arousing butt he'd even seen, feeling an erection taking shape. Dammit. There was not place to hide. Run? He grinned his way into the office hoping Mrs Whatshername wouldn't cast a bored look at his boner. Smoothie Ryder glided over and took Matt's arm and said, "This is our Mr Matt Weaver, Mrs Watkins-Mace. "He passes on body and looks especially his smile and general presentation. Speak to me young man." "May I sit facing you Mrs Watkins-Mace? It's how business should be conducted rather one party sitting, the other standing." "What if I want it this way?" "Then I'd comply and hide my displeasure." She smiled and said sit and looked at his groin. Fortunately the boner had expired. "Shall I sit?" asked Mr Smoothie with a grin that would turn the heart of an Iron Maiden. "No take a walk Will. Give me ten minutes with Mr Weaver." As he reached the door Will froze momentarily upon hearing Matt asked, "Look why don't you call me Matt and I call you Anna. We are not here to sign an international treaty." "Fine. What do you know about me Matt?" "Not a lot. I read your profile on your web page obviously written by someone in PR. I suggest you replace it with one you have written. It will be warmer." "Am I not here to interview you?" "Oh yes, of course. You are very, very wealthy, your husband died tragically, you can be very difficult at times and your last property manager may have got away with almost $1 million in unaccounted rents." "Are you setting out to goad me?" "No rather that convert everything to diplomatic language I'm giving what I know about you straight. It is important that I play everything straight with you Anna and treat you like I'd treat my own mother if she were alive. You will appreciate it is rare indeed for a son to steal for his mother." "What is the most memorable thing you ever did for your mother?" "She died of throat cancer when I was twenty. The day after the funeral I burnt down her house in an isolated part of the county because it contained all of her possessions. As I would be leaving I knew she'd be horrified at the thought of people going through our ramshackle home and picking through things left behind to find something they liked. I guess I call it doing the decent thing." Anna looked at him and then said to go and find Will. When the two men returned Anna said, "I trust this young man Will so the only outstanding issues are experience and salary and conditions." "Is there something about his work experience that unsettles you Mrs Watkins-Mace?" "Yes, listen to this," she said. "Matt worked stacking bags in a grain grinding mill, became manager of a small feed and ranch supplies depot, was assistant office manager at a realty office in Maine and then was manager of the business law division of a law office in Boston and then manager of the executive floor of that law office and then resigned to come to LA to and I quote, 'find my place in the world of business'. It is not an impressive record of experience." Will said, "Agreed it's not an overly impressive work record. However Mrs Watkins-Mace, let me say what I learned and surmised which may explain why I short-listed Matt. Actually it's quite a career launch of amazing quick leaps. That mill job built his body and taught him how to survive amongst a big bunch of tough men. I have checked out to find this information." "During the time Matt was at the feed store and was promoted to the position of manager, it's turnover increased three-fold and he received monthly performance bonuses for twenty-five months in a row before leaving." "He worked in every department of the real estate office, one of Maine's largest and most successful realty firms and qualified to sell and manage properties and then returned to act as assistant office manager. I was told by the managing partner he was the most successful administration recruit they've ever had. While there he completed his bachelor's degree in Business Administration. Now the thing about this position was he didn't have to study to sell real estate; he appealed to do it to give him closer understanding of the work of sales people and the total sales process." "I've spoken to the managing partner of the law firm in Boston and she gave me a glowering testimonial of the administrative capabilities and legal knowledge of our Mr Weaver. Mrs Lenka Cassidy..." "I know of her," Anna said. "She presents a half-hour program on one of the TV networks every Thursday at 2:00 called 'Women and the Law' and I always try to watch it live. She is so good and has a huge following." "Well that does sound impressive," Will said. "Mrs Cassidy said Matt accompanied her to the White House as her special personal assistant. She was permitted to take only one person so she chose Matt because she trusted him, he delivered sound opinions and..." "That's enough Will. You are hired Matt on a three-year contract. Now what about salary?" "I thought $88,000." "I was thinking $85,000 but I'm increasing that to $100,000 plus performance bonuses as stated in your contract. That higher sum will possibly reduce the chances of your stealing from me. You have an office on the second floor of a quality building not far from the beach and basement parking. The vehicle is a Chevy... what is it Will?" "A high spec Equinox." "You will have one girl in the office; we have maintenance and emergency call-outs handled by contractors. All of my apartment buildings have sea views. As Will has explained you will manage and arrange the sale and the assessment and purchase of new apartment properties but not exceeding the limit I have set for a property portfolio of $40 million." "Thank you Anna. That's great. When do I start?" "This afternoon. There's a mess to clean up." "Right, I'm on to it. Where's my contract to peruse Will?" "Here. I'll write in $100,000 dollars now. Call me once you have approved it and with any changes and I'll get clean final copies printed out and call you in for signing." "Right. Give me the address of the office and I'll go there now." \* \* \* Matt found the job uninspiring. The office girl was old and ugly with a nice voice and because all inquiries and complaints were phoned in it didn't matter what she looked like. But she moaned all the time about anything, especially her husband. He stuck to it thinking he might try to wriggle out of his contract after two years. Three months on Anna called and told him to meet her at a restaurant. Over seafood crepes Anna told him, "Matt I regret to advise your job is about to disappear. I have been approached to sell my property holdings to a corporate operator." "Oh." "You'll be compensated." "Good." "I'm really sorry Matt and this will happen soon, with planned settlement in ninety days." "The only downside of this for me is I'm in the process of establishing myself in LA." "I know but crap happens. Look I'm giving you three months' notice when your salary ends and you'll receive a termination payment of $200,000 in compensation for early ending of your contract." "Make that one mil." "Funny boy." They stared at one another and Matt folded. "Okay I accept." "Thanks. I'm off so you pay for your meal and for Mrs Gunn who will join you in about ten minutes. She is at the hair salon. She'll offer you a business proposition." That didn't work out. Mrs Gunn, widow of an attorney, wanted Matt to be her chauffer and boyfriend. She was just shy of turning forty but appeared clapped out on drugs or booze or both. Matt let her down graciously and when she said she didn't want any more wine or food he said he'd pay the bill, including for her salad and whiskies, on the way out. She didn't bother to thank him. Despondent, angry that his purpose in life was turning into dust, Matt drove to the beach and leaving the car was struck to the ground by a jogger and she hurled over him and he somehow bounced and rolled over her. "Get off me," she groaned. "God you are heavy. I apologize. Is anything hurt?" "Just my pride. I didn't look did I?" "Nope." He pulled her to her feet and amazingly for such a big impact collusion she still had on her sunhat and big eyeshades. "Jesus you're Hanna Weaver without an 's'." "How did you manage to recognize me under this sunhat and me hiding behind these big glasses?" "Your forehead at the hairline is a give-away. Also your cute nose and the size of your tits..." "Hold it pal, I don't want you dissecting what I have below my belt. Yes my hairline is distinctive, a couple of photographers have told me that but that only shows when I have my hair pulled back like this." "Are you hurt?" "No I come off a ranch. Ranch girls are bred tough. Are you an agent or some kamikaze mug attempting to be hurt in accidents to win insurance claims?" "No, it's because of our names that I became a fan and had a big publicity photo on my bedroom wall before it was destroyed when I burnt down our house." "Oh god, you're a crank?" "No way." "A stalker?" "I'd love to stalk you but no." "What then?" "My name is Matt Weaver without an 's'. Most people meeting me call me Weavers." "I experience that too." "So Hanna, the only motivation to make me a fan is your surname. You know your acting is only so-so." "God you are rude." "Let's go and have coffee. I owe you." "What for being rude to me? I'll have you know nobody has ever criticized my acting to my face before this." "No I owe you for allowing you to knock me down cleanly. We could have had accidental sex in the collusion or even worse you could have been hurt." "So you'd rate having sex with me as being bad?" "Did I say that?" "Yes more or less." "Sorry I've had a bad day; I am to lose my job." "Join the club. My agent called an hour ago that I've lost a major role that we both thought I all but had in my palm." "I could tell you what to change to make you a better actress." "What wear fewer or no clothes?" "Oh why didn't I think of that?" Hanna smiled and said she would have coffee. "There is something almost appealing about you. I'm not saying I not longer regard you as a threat but my anxiety about that is diminishing. The fact that you asked me for coffee rather than a drink has helped allay my concern." Matt grinned. "I was going to suggest booze after coffee." "God you are impossible," Hanna giggled. "Come on, let's get coffee and then tell me your woes. Aunty Hanna has a sympathetic ear Mr Weaver. "You are much warmer than you appear on-screen." "Oh god, here we go again. I've never been told that before, not even by the hardest-ass director." "I've only said these things because I believe you need to know if you are going to turn your career around." She sighed and looked irritated. "I pay big money to conceal that fall-off and you come in off the street and reveal you know about it?" "Perhaps I'm your biggest, incisively critical and supportive fan?" "I wonder. Here's our coffee. Spill out your heart sailor." "Huh. Oh yes... my first knowledge of you was in that low-budget production, your second film. You played Rebecca and performed strongest when in the bar in Tokyo as a European bar prostitute when propositioning Hank Rigg, an oilman from Texas." "Ohmigod, you really are a fan with a great memory." "Thanks. Do you know of a woman here called Anna Watkins-Mace?" "Who doesn't? That super bitch is becoming a legend." "I arrived in LA just over three months ago, having walked out of my job as a management executive in a big law office after being back-stabbed by my boss. I arrived without a job, without prospects and feeling dejected but knowing that would pass in a couple of days. The next day I answered an advertisement seeking a property manager with special talents and possessing, quote, unremitting honesty, unquote. For the last three months I have been managing Anna's $40 million property portfolio and she met me for lunch today to say she is pulling out of property and my employment with her ceases in three months. So that takes me back to square one..." "... without prospects and feeling dejected but knowing that would pass in a couple of days." "Exactly. Good memory. Now let's talk about you. Are you able to meet the producer and director behind this part that has just slipped through your fingers?" "Perhaps but I'm obliged to do that via my agent." "But could you ask to meet them with a friend and do that without your agent's knowledge?" "Matt, agents are used as an intermediary to shield..." "I know to distant directors and producers from crying and over-emotional male and female actors." "That's rude." "That's the truth, the reality. Try the producer. Just ask has the part gone to anyone else and if he/she says no then you ask for fifteen minutes to talk about a reconsideration." "I'll be laughed at and told no way." "And then you say you need the meeting to clear your concern that his/her decision was defective. That amounts to an attack on ego." "God, I'd get my head bitten off." "That's exactly how you are expected to think. The system has you by the balls...er whatever." "Vulva hair?" They laughed. "Go off and make the call now. With luck he/she will be having mid-afternoon coffee." "It's Bryon Galt." "Great. With a name like that he's likely to be a focused person and will be appalled to hear someone accusing him of defective decision maker." "Do you know Mr Galt? "No." "Then this is all bullshit." "The principle applying here is known as 'turning seized mental wheels' and all it takes to make it work is huge self-belief, confidence and aggressiveness." The actress looked interested. "Actually you sound as if you know what you are talking about." "I read about in an article by a Russia with a name I cannot pronounce or for that matter remember." "Oh am I being stupid or what? I'll be back within ten minutes having being abused and told to fuck off." "Didn't I just say it takes huge self-belief, confidence and aggressiveness? She hauled out her phone and walked after making an obscene finger gesture. Hanna returned white-faced and sat and slumped. "What?" "Tomorrow morning 11:15 to 11:30 and not even thirty seconds longer and yes I may bring a confidant." "You used the word confidant?" "Is that a crime?" "Oh shit." "What?" "You've involved me. I wanted him to believe this is all you. Right on your skates, we have strategy to plan. Where do you live?" "Is this a plan to get into my pants?" "Hanna please...huge self-belief. Don't lose focus." "Right let's go to your car and please don't knock me over." They went to her apartment and sat facing each other and talked to develop strategy. Matt left shortly before 11:00 and thought Hanna looked uneasy about his lack of interest in her beyond talking and voicing his opinions. At the door he kissed her firmly and whispered, "I'm not gay." As he walked away Matt grinned thinking her smiled meant she was so relieved to hear that explanation. But then his smile faded as he had a negative through. "Christ, she was probably thinking thank heavens he's leaving at last; what a bore." And then it became even worse. Matt modified that to what a condescending, crashing bore. He looked around to kick a cat but they were hidden in the shadows. Fuck. It was so frustrating. He'd been able to explain his intensity in trying to show Hanna she needed to lift her game a few notches if she were to succeed. Matt decided to stick with what he'd started until the momentum he'd created for her ran out of puff. \* \* \* The producer Byron Galt, sitting with a male aide, heard Hanna's presentation that lasted just ten minutes." "Is that all?" "Yes Mr Galt." "You have been totally unconvincing but I rather liked the concept of challenging me. Very few people do. It was intelligently conceived and you articulated it well Hanna but the decision stands, the lead goes to someone else. Thank you and nice meeting you Mr er non-related Weaver (Hanna had introduced Matt in those words)." "Thank you Byron. You've made yourself clear. So is the part of best supporting actress in this planned film available to Hanna?" "Show them out Lonny." Walking to Matt's car Hanna sighed and said that was a waste of time and Matt had embarrassed her further by asking for a role for her. "Sorry. I get passionate." She smiled almost knowingly and said they should go somewhere for coffee. "No dump me now and go off in a cab. Eliminate me incisively." "No Matt." "Why not?" She looked across the roof of his car at him as he opened his door. "Because I'm thinking of dumping my two casual boyfriends and taking up with you if you're interested. As you say you have passion and I think that's what I need round me and you are also fresh into LA. I was going to suggest this move over coffee." "Jump in," he grinned. "We're off to have coffee." Over coffee they agreed to live together to see how it went. They decided on Hanna's apartment because it was larger and more luxurious. "Hanna, will you do something for me?" "Yes providing it's legal?" They laughed. "If I give you $20,000 will you take advanced acting tuition, one-on-one with the request to be taught intensively how to act with soul." That startled Hanna. "You'll know nothing about acting?" "Ah but I know what I like as a viewer and I am quite expert at dissecting comparisons in a great number of situations. You act with passion as appropriate but never quite convincingly for me. I think the missing link is slightly hold back your total commitment to what you are doing as a performer. You soul needs to tell you that you are performing, not acting. If I am correct a good tutor might help you get that right." "I can't believe you will risk investing in me." "You can keep the money if you can't afford to pay my interest-free loan back." "You don't understand. I have plenty of money and my parents are wealthy. It's just... (she swallowed) ... your depth of interest in me." "Nice of you to say that Hanna and I can't wait to get my hands on your body, but I would like your comment on my allegation about that missing link?" "Well how about this. I will contract for tuition, but using my money. I have no work ahead of me at present. As for getting your hands on me, let's go to my apartment right now." "Excellent responses Hanna. You do have exceptional talent." They laughed and left arm in arm. Hanna didn't have much to take off because she'd dressed to look sexy for the interview. Matt unhooked the bra and buried his mouth but heard her giggle and say, "I think that proved you've got a girl out of her bra many times." He bit a nipple in response. She howled and seized him in developing passion. Matt knew it was the best body he'd ever slobbered over. He skin and the contours were all so beautiful and he liked the way she'd left some hair round her pussy. He lifted a foot and kissed the toes with painted nails and thought she was being rocked with orgasms. Perhaps it was only her writhing, urging him silently to get on with it. She'd told him she preferred not to suck and he'd said that was fine. But she jerked him for a while and did so softly and he thought perhaps with feeling. Although Hanna looked far superior to most women, Matt was almost astonished to discover pussy was pussy. The inner lips protruded slightly and the arousal odor was what he was used to. He had no idea what he'd been expecting but shrugged in acceptance. The twenty-five year old short-cropped blonde helped steer it in and she certainly felt good and soon adjusted to squeeze around him. Her encouraging 'oohs' were appreciated. The sex was good. Yes, only good. Matt knew he'd been overly optimistic expecting it to feel like being hurled into space. Although Anna looked so near-perfect and looked something like a sex goddess, this had been their first encounter and anyway, good was almost good enough and perhaps it was his performance that had been slightly off. He went to the bathroom as Hanna scrambled for her cell phone. When he returned she was looking at Matt in awe. "What?" "That was my agent. I am required to commence auditions for a role this Friday." "Good. You seemed pleased." "Mr Galt wants me to audition for the principal supporting female in the film about Olivia Hampton. The role is Nikita, Olivia's best friend. I had been considered to play Olivia. This opportunity has come because of your bullish pitch." "Bullish?" She laughed and reminded him she'd been raised on a ranch. "The meaning is uninvited aggression but I now love you for bucking Hollywood protocol. Nikita in the novel is a disloyal bitch; so being a person without soul I ought to be perfect for it." "You have soul. You just limit your passion, perhaps unintentionally." "Oh do I buster? Then come to bed for your reward. I'll show you passion." Matt got to really blow his rocks off and decided well the drama coach wouldn't have too difficult a job. He'd just discovered Hanna could release passionately when pushed. She was almost asleep. "You still will take advanced coaching." "Yes." "Promise." 'Yes." "Good girl." She kissed him a fell asleep. Matt lay awake. He was assisting Hanna to realign her professional direction but what about realigning his own life. He wasn't to know Hanna would do that for him. Next day Hanna and Matt were having lunch in a classy, quiet restaurant. She'd said she was paying as part of her reward for Matt being 'so inspirational'. Matt noticed the reserved table was set for three but did not comment on that. Instead remembering what had happened when they awoke at dawn he grinned and said, "I really enjoy being fucked by you." The beautiful pink on Hanna's face was a joy to see. An over-weight guy in an ill-fitting white suit but long graying hair pulled back and fastened into a ponytail approached the table. He appeared to be fifty-plus. Hanna jumped up and hugged him and Action Man or whoever he thought he was kissed her cheek while taking in Matt with a one-eyed cool stare. The other eye was blocked from view. "Hi baby." He didn't pat Hanna's ass. "Matt Weaver, this is Barrie Stone, my agent." The two men greeted with a handshake, using each other's first name. "So you are a fast operator, taking up with Hanna just hours after meeting her." "Did Hanna tell you that?" "Yes." "Then it must be true." Barrie grinned. "My advice to you son is go carefully where you put your nose in this city. LA has more revenue-grubbing attorneys than any other city on the planet." "It would pay me to remember that advice Barrie." Barrie smiled and said, "Yeah he does have a way with him baby." Hanna blushed and said, "Thank you Barrie. I knew you two would gel." "Huh?" Matt muttered. "Hanna has dragged me here despite my busy schedule to meet you." "Busy schedule? Is that code for saying you were doing nothing so accepted the invitation?" They grinned. Barrie said, "She thinks you should be working for me." Matt's grin evaporated. He looked at Hanna and she smiled cutely. Matt wondered how a one-man business could afford him. Hanna had screwed up but why hadn't Barrie told her that? "I run an agency that's in the top ten and have seventeen people on my payroll. Hanna has suggested I revive my office's property investment consultancy that lapsed when I failed to find a consultant I could trust." "Well you are not in the position to know you can trust me." "Yeah right. You wouldn't be fucking Hanna if she didn't trust you and besides when that insufferable bitch Anna Watkins-Mace says she'd trust you with her life that's as big as any testimonial gets." Matt asked stupidly, "You know Anna that well?" "She invests in some of my fledging clients, underwriting their living expenses while they try to get going and she retains a small percent share on their earnings if they get going. So do you accept? Anna paid you a hundred thou. Let's see how you go, staring on 89K. What do you say?" "Let me look at what's involved and learn more about you first." "That's a quality answer buddy. I wouldn't have been too sure of you had you said yes and accepted." "I would have thought you would have known Hanna would only accept a quality person so I gave you the response you expected." "Oh very sharp," Barrie said and they laughed. "Well let's have more beers and mineral water for Anna." He raised his hand and a waitress came almost running. \* \* \* After three intensive weeks of drama coaching and winning the contract to play the role of Nikita, Hanna took a 10-day vacation. She invited Matt to accompany her if Anna Watkins-Mace would allow him to take that time off; he was only marking time with her anyway because business deals had ceased. On the flight to Houston Matt asked, how large was the ranch. "Not very large, just enough with a little over to provide hay to feed the 300 or so cattle that dad and my brother have in feed lots. Grain and other supplementary feeds are trucked in." "Oh I thought the family would have a million acres and heaps of guys punching cattle." Hanna really laughed at that. "God you've seen too many Westerns. Those days are about over and although there are more than thirteen million beef cattle in Texas, these days cattle tend not to make ranchers millionaires and in fact bankrupt more and more of them." "But I thought your parents were wealthy Texans?" "Actually we hail originally from Montana. Dad and mom made their money investing in real estate in Houston and Dallas. You may be surprised when you meet dad. See him in a suit and listen to him talk and you could easily think you were talking to a high powered businessman from LA or Phoenix." "But not Chicago or New York?" She shrugged and said, "Our thinking doesn't extend that far east." The parents had a luxurious RV and took the young couple to Corpus Christi, San Antonio and up to Austin and back to Houston. The parents had just assumed their daughter was sleeping with Matt and gave them the double bed. On the flight home Hanna squeezed Matt's hand and said, "Mom is so excited about you. Dad said you were okay and that's pretty big on approval for him." "I like them too." "That's lovely. So what about me." And so the courtship commenced. Entering Barrie's offices to begin work Matt was delighted to find Barrie's people had contacted everyone on their books and he had a list of seventeen people interested in property investment and so began contacting them to learn of their requirements. They spoke to their friends and soon Matt was so busy that Barrie assigned him a fulltime assistant. It was all go. Just before Hanna was due to prepare for filming that next weekend Matt took Hanna to show where it had all begun for him. They went to Clarence and booked into the best but so-so hotel before going across to meet the very excited Bettina Fields. The two women got along well, Hanna being ever so sweet. Bettina spread the word that Matt was back with 'a film star' and although it appeared no one had seen Hanna on screen those who gathered accepted Bettina's word for it. They had a huge night that evening at the hotel. Next day Matt and Hanna visited his mother's grave. Hanna produce flowers and Matt said, "They won't last much beyond a day in this heat." 'It doesn't matter darling. It's the gesture and thought behind it that counts." Matt was very pleased to see wild flowers growing over the decaying charred remains of the house. "The ashes of your publicity poster as a juvenile actress are under there somewhere." "Oooh, I like the thought of that Matt. Did you masturbate looking at my picture?" "I cannot say Hanna. At that time your were under-age." She giggled and they kissed and looking at the gravesite Hanna said, "I love you Matt." Without a word he looked towards the grave and then turned and looked intensely at Hanna. From his inside pocket Matt produced a small square dark blue velvet-covered box. "Oh Matt," Hanna said, taking it with shaking hands. \* \* \* Matt and Hanna lived together very happily, with Matt's home-playing role intelligently focused on reducing the tension Hanna brought home with her from the pressures of her professional career. Her career was going well and candid photographs of her began appearing in newspapers and magazines, often accompanied by Matt who was described as 'a successful investor consultant for Hollywood's elite' or similar wording and thus building his reputation. The film called 'Olivia Hampton, Story-teller', about hot romance writer Olivia Hampton of the 1930s, who'd successfully fought court battles to get bans on her books lifted in some states, created quite a stir and did reasonable well at the box office. Hanna as leading support actress received good mentions in reviews and she felt pleased and flattered. Barrie her agent had cautioned Hanna against getting married too soon in a career that was beginning to take off. She had another film in final production and had just secured the lead as Jessica Monk, an unknown FBI agent whose sensationally verified story was about to be released as a book called 'Jessica M'. The film would also be called 'Jessica M'. After having dinner with the director of 'Jessica M' and his wife, with the director hiring Matt to come up with property investment proposals for him, Matt and Hanna stayed behind for another drink. "Are you sad about the advice we should not be married for up to five years from now?" Matt asked Hanna. "We have talked about this but I feel both of us have pussy-footed on it a bit." "You know I was pragmatic about it," she smiled. "I accepted it as sound advice for my career. What about you?" "I've been thinking," Matt said gravely. "As far as I'm concerned I think of us as already married." "Exactly. I do too Matt and am so happy hearing you say that." THE END
Bedsprings Arc Pt. 03	59,132	4.76	223,264	[ "office sex", "roleplay", "hurt-comfort", "hot tub", "movie star sex" ]	I stare into my half-empty Styrofoam cup. The coffee's grown cold. I hate coffee, and this particular coffee smells like old shoes and tastes worse, but it's the only way I can stay awake at work. I've slept five hours in the past week. I am a fucking zombie. I'm curled up in the archives in the basement. No one goes into the basement. It's even more ugly, sterile and depressing than the rest of the building. But if no one can find me, they won't ask me to do anything. I'm hiding. Hiding from my job. Hiding from my life. I'm dying. Subconsciously killing myself with a combination of insomnia and starvation. I can't keep food down. I don't want to eat. I'm dying. Someone trips over me. It's a girl. "Darn it!" she squeaks. Someone needs to teach her how to cuss. She looks at me, annoyed. I don't recognize her, but that's no surprise. Employees change every week here, and it's a depressingly huge company. Film production agency, and I am at the bottom of the corporate ladder. I am the dirt beneath the corporate ladder. "Are you Matthew Dean?" I stare at her. She kicks me, annoyed. "Can you talk? Are you Matthew Dean?" "Yes." "Good. C'mon. They want you up top." 'Up top' around here means the top floors. Fucking-VIP only. CEOs and Movie Stars. "Is this some kind of fucking joke? Why?" "I don't know why!" she snaps. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to find you? They're gonna be so angry. Let's go." "You've got the wrong Matthew Dean," I tell her. "Well, I couldn't find any others!" She looks like she's going to cry if I don't come with her. I get up, drain my cup with a grimace. Follow her to the elevator. I stare at the buttons. "What's your name?" I ask. She flutters, glances shyly at me. "Anna." Bloody hell. I wasn't fucking flirting. She's making eyes at me now. We take the elevator to the ground floor, where we have to switch to the express elevator. The fancy one. Movie-stars and CEOs only. It even has a man in uniform to press the buttons, and a fucking couch. I keep expecting them to install a fucking mini-bar. "This is Matthew Dean," she tells the man in uniform. "I found him." "The Matthew Dean?" He laughs. "Was he under a rock?" "Don't talk about me like I'm not fucking here," I say. They shut up, awkwardly. The trip up is uncomfortably silent. There's a girl at the reception desk at the top. Her skin is stretched so tight across her face, it looks like she's wearing a mask. She looks at me sourly. I don't look one bit like a movie star or a CEO. "Yes?" she says. "I'm Matthew," I tell her. "Dean." "Oh." She very nearly glares, but I don't think her face is capable of that much movement. I wonder if she can blink. "You." She presses a button. "Sir, Matthew Dean is here. Okay. Right away." Glares at me again. "He said he'll come fetch you." "He who? Why am I here?" She looks at me. "Don't waste my time." "I'm serious. I don't know why I'm here." "He asked for you. You're his new personal secretary." I'm still baffled. "He who?" "Hey, sweetcheeks," he says. His voice is like something rich and heady and fucking drizzled with honey. This is why the fangirls fucking worship him, aside from that gorgeous body and his lapis lazuli eyes. I don't even have to turn around. I know that voice. The botox girl stands. "Mr. Rosier!" I can feel him standing right behind me. His breath is warm on my neck. "Giselle, track down some hot chocolate for Matty, would you?" His hand touches my shoulder, intimate. "Are you hungry?" I shove his hand off. Glare. "Don't you fucking touch me." I hear Giselle shriek in horror. I just swore at Evan Fucking Rosier. He smirks. "Giselle?" "Sir?" "Hot chocolate. With whipped cream, and marshmallows. Chocolate sprinkles, if possible." "Yes, sir." She disappears obediently. "C'mon," he says to me. "I want to show you my office." Evan Fucking Please-Die Roswell-Rosier, my twice ex-boyfriend, wants to show me his office. Evan Fucking Billionaire Movie-Star Rosier has just ordered me a hot chocolate, and he hasn't forgotten, just the way I like it. "You're a movie star," I tell him. "You don't need an office." "Yeah." He shrugs. "But I bought most of the company, so they gave me an office." I blink. He opens a door, and it's not an office, it's a fucking suite. There's a waterfall. He takes a seat in this huge chair, puts his feet up on the desk. He's wearing this fucking suit like he's a magazine cover. No tie. Shirt unbuttoned to show his chest. Smirking at me, and he's so much more vain and cocky than ever, it makes me a little sick. Almost a year ago I left him. I think he's forgotten, that I left him. For the past year, I've been dying. It's only become obvious in the past two weeks. The first time, he left me, and I started stripping, because it was the only thing that came close to the way that Evan Fucking Roswell made me feel. Rosier's his stage name. So when I got fed up and left him, I went back to stripping, because I could. Shortly after this I was hit by the car. I was in a wheelchair for three weeks. They told me I'd never dance again. This is how I ended up in the basement here, hating my life. Two weeks ago, I couldn't take it anymore. I walked up to this huge-ass mansion he has on the outskirts of town, and pressed the intercom. "Yes?" A voice said. "I'm here to see Evan," I told the intercom. "I'm sorry, is he expecting you?" "No, but I'm his boyfriend. My name's Matthew Dean." I heard laughter on the other end. "Fuck you," I snapped, and walked away. That was when I forgot Evan Roswell forever. That was also when I realized I had nothing to live for. Since then I've been dying, and I don't care anymore. "What do you want?" I ask "You." "You're too late," I tell him. Two weeks ago I would've thrown myself at him. Now I don't care. He's confused, I can tell. He didn't expect me to change. "At least sit down," he says. I sit. Giselle brings me the hot chocolate. I sip at it. It's good. "Matty," he says. I don't reply. He growls. "What's wrong with you?" "You cheated on me." "I know why you broke up with me." He sighs. Gets up. "Matty, I've been looking for you since you walked out. I need you back." I don't reply. He takes the hot chocolate away from me. "Why aren't you swearing at me?" I still don't reply. He growls. Kisses me, because that's always worked in the past. I kiss back, not because it's Evan Rosier, but because I haven't had a wisp of affection in months. I haven't gotten laid since—since Evan. He pushes me down on top of his desk, and his hands are down my pants. I feel sick. I break the kiss. "Evan." He's kissing my neck. He's heavy on top of me and I hate it. "Evan, stop it." I feel his grip tighten, and he bites me. Evan's a control freak. He doesn't allow people to disagree with him. I struggle. "Evan. I'm serious. Stop." "No." He snarls. I've known Evan for five years. This is the first time I've ever felt afraid of him. He's not going to stop. He's actually going to rape me, and there's nothing I can do about it. I can hear the whimper in my voice. "Please." He's got me pinned, and his grip's starting to hurt. He's completely tense with rage. I've never refused him like this. I never wanted to. Sometimes we fought. Hell, the first time we broke up was after I put a knife through his hand. But I never said no. I never needed to. He lets go slowly, carefully. Wipes a tear off my cheek. I didn't know I was crying. "Matty," he says, and his voice is soft. "I don't know who you are anymore." The lights are dimming, and everything's suddenly very dark. \* I open my eyes. The ceiling is very white. This is not my bed. I sit up. Regret it immediately. I fall back into the pillow. Take a few deep breaths. Look around. Evan's sitting by my bed. He's holding one of my hands, and I can't feel it because he's fallen asleep on top of it. There's a cord in my arm, so I'm probably not dead. His hair's fallen into his face, and I reach over to move it, watching him. My wrist is tingling, and I'm itching to move it. I try to pull my hand back without waking him. His eyes open. He stares at me. "Matty," he says, like I'm fucking Christmas morning. I try to say something. Can't. He hands me a glass of water. I drink the whole thing at a gulp. He refills it. "Don't call me Matty," I say. My voice sounds awful. He takes the glass from me, puts it aside, and suddenly he's hugging me, tight. It hurts, and I whimper. He lets go. "Dammit, Matty, you didn't have a pulse." "What happened?" "You passed out." He reaches over, presses the call button for a nurse. "Three days ago. Your pulse was so faint I thought you'd died. The doctor said you'd been starving yourself, not to mention you were showing so many signs of exhaustion you should've collapsed a week ago. Why aren't you taking care of yourself?" He's all flushed, and I can see the indentations my knuckles left in his cheek. I laugh, weakly. "You're all worried." He smiles a little, seeing me laugh. "I was afraid I was losing you." "Pff," I say. "Don't worry. You're coming to Hell with me." He kisses my forehead, and I don't think he's ever been so gentle. "Go back to sleep," he says, and I do. When I wake up again, it's my sister Val sitting by my bed, reading a magazine. "Matt," she says. "You're okay." "Where's Evan?" I can't believe those are the first words out of my mouth. "I sent him home, to get some actual sleep. He hadn't left your side the whole time. He only agreed to take shifts with me after you woke up the first time. He told the hospital staff you were his boyfriend." "Oh," I say. "I thought you should be warned," she says. "The nurses adore him, so they might tease you. A couple of them are horrible gossips." She frowns. "So you might get some press harassment, if it gets out." "He never told people I was his boyfriend, before. I was just a member of his entourage. Only a few people knew he was fucking me." "It was hard on you, when you got back together and he'd just started getting famous, wasn't it?" I shake my head. "No more than it ever was. We're a messed-up couple, Val. Did either of us ever tell you why we broke up the first time?" She shakes her head. I lean back, looking up at the ceiling. "I put a knife through his hand." She's not sure what to say. "The second time was because I caught him cheating on me." "I've been worried about you," she says. "Since the accident." "Did you tell him?" "No. But I did tell him how to find you." I look at her. "What?" "He's been trying to get me to tell him, since the day you left him. Two weeks ago, he calls me up and tells me you showed up on his doorstep." I blush. "I did." "I was worried, you'd been so broken since you left him, so I told him where you worked. You don't have a phone." I lean back, look up at the stark white hospital ceiling. "Sorry." The nurse comes in. She's a bustling woman with an ample smile, not to mention her ample everything else. "You're awake!" She bustles over, fluffs my pillow, straightens my sheets, and checks my vitals. "Feisty young thing you are," she beams. "Bounce right back. Just a case of exhaustion and stress, that's all it is. Were you trying to starve yourself?" She laughs. I don't know how to reply to her exuberant friendliness. "I'm hungry now," I tell her. "Alright, darling, I'll bring you some lunch, right away." She leans in, gossipy. "Is Evan Rosier really your boyfriend? No one had any idea. He didn't leave your side, three whole days." I hesitate. "Yes. He is." "I never knew he was such a romantic. How long have you been together?" "Five years," I say. "On and off." "Five years? He wouldn't tell us, really." She stage-whispers the next part. "Is he good in bed?" I'm startled, but then I laugh. I like her, I decide, which is strange, I hate people, especially pushy people. "Fucking fantastic." "Oh." She looks a little dazed. She seems like the romance novel type, obviously past her prime, so I don't mind giving her something to thrill over. "And he's hung like it's a fucking crime." She gasps, and I've probably just made her month. "Is it true, how you met?" I scoff. "What'd he tell you?" "That he seduced you at your family's home by a lake." "Did he tell you how he had us all thinking he was married to my sister at the time?" "Was it love at first sight?" I fluster. "I… it was hate at first sight, actually, for me. I don't know about him." "Alright," she says. "Let me go get you some lunch, sweetie." "When can I leave?" I ask. "Today, if you like. But you have to take it easy. Plenty of liquids. No starving yourself. I told Evan, if he didn't take better care of you, he'd have to answer to me." Evan. She's on first-name terms with Evan Fucking Rosier. She leaves. Val's watching me. "Can we call him?" I ask. "If you want. He's probably still asleep. I got the impression he'd be back here the instant he woke up. What are you going to do?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, he's going to try to take you home with him, and if you don't, you're coming home with me, since you're clearly incapable of taking care of yourself. They say you were killing yourself." "I don't know," I say. I lean back on the pillows, dozing. I feel lips on the side of my neck and squirm. "Stop that." "Morning, sweetcheeks," he says. "Feeling better?" "I hate that nickname," I reply, but this only makes him kiss me again, this time on the lips. "I'm taking you home with me," he states. "So someone can make sure you actually eat." "Do you still have the old house?" He laughs. "Do you seriously think I'd ever sell it?" "This doesn't mean I've forgiven you," I mumble. The nurse brings my food, and I find myself laughing with them as he flirts with her. It feels good to laugh again, and he's flirting with me more. "You're free to go," the nurse says. "But I want you in a wheelchair. You're not to be on your feet for another day, at least." "I can carry him," Evan offers, and scoops me into his arms. I yelp and hit him. She laughs. "Put me down!" I'm only wearing this fucking skimpy hospital gown. He obeys. "Shit, Matty, you really have been starving yourself." I glare. "Don't worry," he smirks. "I'll take you home and fatten you right up." "Can I have my clothes now?" "Sure thing, sweetie," she says, bringing them to me. "Need help changing?" Evan smirks. I twitch. "Please die." I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand up. I regret it immediately. Fighting dizziness, I grab my clothes and stumble into the bathroom. Evan laughs at me when I emerge. "Sweetcheeks, you look like a dork." I glare. He walks over and kidnaps my tie. "Hey!" I object, and get a kiss in response. He untucks my shirt, unbuttons the top three buttons, and musses my hair. "There," he says. "Much better." He's smirking. I hate that smirk. "I look freshly fucked," I point out. "Exactly. It suits you." I have to fight a grin. "You're such a bastard." "Ready to go?" I nod, and he sweeps me off my feet. "Hey!" I punch him. "Put me down. I'm not being carried like a girl." "Compromise. Piggyback." I consider. "Deal." He sets me down on the bed and sits so I can get my legs around his waist. He smells good. Not that I care. And I'm definitely not nuzzling his neck. I blink as he sets me down in the parking lot and opens the car door. "You got a new car," I say, surprised. "My baby finally died. But she'll always have a special place in my heart." "You're a freak," I say. I'm not grinning. He gets in and drives. "You want to go to the mansion or the old house?" "The old house," I say. "I can't believe you have a fucking mansion." "It's disgusting," he says. "But it keeps people from finding the old house." The old house is this decrepit ancient manor out in a ruined neighborhood on the outskirts of town. It's surrounded by neglected factories and overgrown fields. It doesn't have electricity. "I installed a Japanese-style bath," he tells me. "What's a Japanese-style bath?" "Doesn't require electricity. It's like a hot tub, with a fire underneath that heats the water." "So you got a hot tub," I say. I'm grinning a little. "No water jets, though. Sorry." The house does, at least, have running water, which has to be heated on a wood stove so that it's not cripplingly cold. Living there certainly makes one miss a good fucking hot shower. He pulls up. Opens my door and smirks at me. "I think you ought to be carried over the threshold. Like a bride." "Go to hell," I reply. "Piggyback. We agreed." "That was just at the hospital," he says, and lifts me out of the car. I sulk, but don't fight. I open the door because his hands are full. It's not locked. It's never locked. There's no one around for miles. "Bath or bed?" His lips are right at my ear. "Bath." It doesn't show often, but he really does have a romantic streak. The bath is down in the stone cellar, and he sets me down on the stairs at he lights candles around it. I watch, as he fills it with water and builds a fire beneath it. I know I'm the only one who's ever seen this side of him. A fucking Japanese-style bath, lit with candles. "It takes awhile to heat up," he says. I nod. He picks me up again, puts me down on the side of the tub. Kisses me softly as he undoes my shirt. He wants sex, but I'm not sure if it's because he feels he's earned it for taking care of me, or because he's missed me so much. I don't know where our relationship stands, but I don't want to discuss it now. I want sex, too. He lifts me and holds me by the waist so he can divest me of my pants. I laugh, because he's nuzzling my neck so that it tickles. He sits me back down now that he's got me naked, running his hands over my hips. He stops. "Matty." He frowns, studying my hips, where one of the bones juts forward slightly. This is what causes my limp, but it's hard to notice if you're not looking. I look away. "I was hit by a car. It's why I stopped dancing." "Does it hurt?" "Sometimes. I've got a limp, now. It hurts if I do a lot of walking." "Is it a problem?" He asks this gently, but I know what he's really asking. He wants to know if I can still take being fucked as hard as he likes it. "I'm fine," I tell him. He traces my disfigured hip with a finger. "You've really suffered since you left me, haven't you?" "Don't give yourself so much credit." He tests the water with a hand. Sprinkles the droplets at me. It's still too cool. "I don't come here often," he says. "Not since you left. I reminds me too much of you." "Why'd you do it?" "The bath?" "You know what I mean." He rests his forehead against mine, one arm around my waist. "I've always had affairs. Not often. Once, sometimes twice a year. Less when I'm with you." "More than once while you were with me?" I didn't know. I pull away. He pulls me back. "Matty. Listen." "Don't fucking call me Matty." I'm annoyed. "Listen." He gives me a gruff shake. "Yes, I've had affairs. This is what I'm trying to tell you. I've never had a relationship last more than a month. Even the best of them bore me, after a week or two." I blink at him. He holds my gaze, with those damn lapis lazuli eyes. "Except you. Even after you tried to take off my hand, I never stopped wanting you." He kisses me. I let him. "So yes, I will sleep around, occasionally. But I will always, always come back to you." "I hate you," I say, against his lips. He kisses me again, deeper, but still trying hard to hold himself back and be gentle. One of his hands is on the small of my back, holding me up, and the other is caressing my skin, tickling me and making me shiver. He touches my prick and I gasp, nearly choking on his tongue. (His tongue, like his cock, ought to be a fucking crime.) He's still dressed, and I voice my objection by unbuttoning his shirt, but this is increasingly difficult with him jerking me off, so finally he breaks the kiss himself and quickly sheds his shirt and pants. I show my approval by wrapping both legs around his waist. He cups his hand through the water again, trickles it over my shoulder. "Get in." This is an understandably difficult order to fulfill with his arms around my waist, even more so when he starts kissing me again. I push him back with a hand on his chest. He lets me go, kneeling to adjust the level of the fire. I lower myself in. It's still cooler than I like it, but it feels incredible. The crappy little flat I've been renting has only this tiny shower with shitty water pressure. It's been months since I enjoyed luxury of any kind, and now I'm making out with Evan Fucking Please-Die Roswell-Rosier in a candle-lit stone cellar, in some fancy-ass Japanese hot tub. He smirks at me. "Did you just moan?" I have no fucking idea if I just fucking moaned. I probably did. I redden. "No." He leans over and puts an arm around my chest, nibbling my ear so that I twitch. Hasn't stopped smirking. "Am I going to have to be jealous of the water?" He reaches down. Gropes me. I moan into his mouth, because now he's moved his head around to kiss me. I grab him by his hair. "Get in here." He laughs, steps in, pulls me over to his lap to continue the kiss, open-mouthed and indulgent. I shift on his lap, rubbing our cocks together. He growls in approval and pulls me closer with a hand on my ass, adjusting me slightly to increase the friction. I'm enjoying this, so I break away a little from the kiss so that I can nibble on his lip. I reach down, wrap a hand around both erections (mostly his). He's getting more possessive now, lustfully mauling my neck as I keep rubbing myself against him. I can feel his hand on my ass move lower, parting the buttocks. His middle finger is stroking against my anus. He pushes it inside to the second knuckle and I gasp, tensing. "Evan—" He gives the much-abused skin at my neck a final nip. "Do you want me to get a condom?" "No, Evan—" He immediately starts lifting my hips, and I know how bad he wants it. I push at him. "Wait--" He stops, confused. I can feel his irritation. "Not like that," I say. "Not tonight." His hand on my ass tenses. He's annoyed. "Fine. How, then?" He pulls me tight against him, fisting our cocks with a rough, irritable manner. "What's wrong with this?" He forces a second finger inside me. I shudder. He's using just this hand to guide my hips, and the way he brushes against my prostate as he does so makes me melt. I rest my forehead on his shoulder, nuzzling. I'm close to the edge already, so I reach down to help him jerking us off. This causes him to speed up, and I shout, cumming. It's a short orgasm, but a good one. I needed that. I pant, recovering slowly. He waits. I can feel his impatience. I don't care. After everything he's put me through, I can let him suffer a little. "Matty," he growls. "Mn?" I'm sleepy, dozing comfortably on his shoulder. He takes my hand, guides it down to his cock. Since he doesn't take his hand away, I let him, and we jack him off together. I've gotta admit, I love watching him cum. It's the only time he really lets go. Head thrown back, and he's gorgeous, cock spewing semen into the water. He has really long fucking orgasms. I'm bloody jealous. He sits there with me for awhile, cuddling. Finally gets up, puts out the fire, and carries me upstairs to bed. I fall asleep with his arms around me, and it's so very fucking good. \* He wakes me up the next morning by tickling me. I gasp, swearing, and hit him. "Morning, sweetcheeks," he grins. "Feeling better?" "We're not having morning sex, if that's what you were hoping." "Actually," he says, "I thought we might go in to work, if you're up for it." I blink. "Work?" "There's a board meeting I'm supposed to attend. And I obviously need my personal secretary." I'm not sure what the game is. "Why did you buy half the company?" "To get you back." He gets up, dressing. I sit up to watch. It's a nice view. "Why not just show up and kidnap me?" "I didn't want to risk you slamming a door in my face. I didn't know you were in such bad shape, so I wanted to set it up on my terms." He tosses clothes at me. I get dressed. It's a smart little gray suit, something expensive, but of course in just my size. He undoes the top three buttons after I've just done them up, and ruffles my hair, so that I look both acceptably fuckable and fucked. "Took me two weeks to work out the deal, and surprisingly, it was a lot of fun." I stare at him. He's completely fucking batshit insane. I tell him so. "One of these days I'm going to get a yacht and name it that. C. F. B. Insane." "You can't name a yacht CFB Insane," I say. He shrugs and grabs my ass. "I'm officially taking time off from acting, for awhile. Thought I'd try my hand at being a playboy businessman." "Mostly a playboy," I comment. He opens the car door for me. "That's the appeal. You see, in the higher ranks, one gets the most delectable interns." I twitch and give him a glare. He drapes himself over my shoulders from behind before I can get in the car. "One in particular." He nibbles on my ear, voice deep and husky at a whisper. "This delicious little intern, fantastic ass, and I'm aching to bend him over my desk and ravage him, so I had him transferred to being my personal secretary. Name's Matty. I hope you're not jealous." His hand is down the front of my pants, stroking me, and I can't stand on my own anymore. I moan. He kisses the side of my neck. "Understand?" I nod, turning my head in hopes of a kiss. "Good." He lets me go. I very nearly collapse. "Get in." I now deeply regret refusing him a morning quickie. I'm painfully fucking hard from his teasing. I get in. We arrive, and he gets valet parking. I feel watched, like I never have before. I feel envied. All eyes are on me as we go by, and they know I'm his personal secretary, but they also know that's the same thing as being his fucktoy. Maybe other personal secretaries aren't, but there's no question in anybody's mind that I am. When I was with him before, I was just a face in the crowd of his entourage. But now I am the fucktoy. Every face reflects one of two emotions—jealousy of me and lust for Evan, or, and this is new for me, jealousy of him for having me. Evan is making people lust after me, just by claiming me the way he does. I'm not sure if I like it. We go up in the elevator. He's fondling my ass. I swear at him in front of the elevator attendant. He stops, indulgently, and smirks, leaning against the wall, watching me. We're playing a game now, and the entire building is our stage. Any scene in front of an audience will become known to the whole audience. By bitching at him, I raise my own status, because they all know that anyone else who crosses him will be destroyed. The mouse is allowed to mouth off at the cat, because everyone knows the cat will get his dinner in the end. The elevator stops. "Matty." He flashes a bill at me. I take it. "Get us breakfast. I'll be in my office." I glare. "Don't call me Matty." He slaps my ass as he walks away. "Hurry it up, sweetcheeks." I allow myself the luxury of watching his ass as he walks away. "Giselle." I hold up the bill. "Mr. Rosier would like breakfast." I can see the clock. It's almost two. "Of course, sir," she says. I think she'd say the same thing if I told her Mr. Rosier wanted her to suck his cock. 'Of course, sir." I toss the bill down and wander away. \* "Matty." His weight settles over me, one arm around my waist. I didn't notice him approach, bent as I was over his desk, focusing on some paperwork. "Sir?" I ask, fighting a laugh. "You don't think this is a little inappropriate?" He's nipping at my neck. "What, ravishing my personal secretary?" "I'm busy. This is actually important, you know." I extract his hand from my pants. "Not so important you couldn't use a little distraction?" He's hard, and I'm enjoying the way he grinds against my ass. "I'm not in the mood," I reply, acting unconcerned. He gropes me. "You think I didn't notice you flirting with Costa?" I grin. So my little performance earlier didn't go unnoticed. "He's a better kisser than you are." His grip tenses. "Really? How nice for him." I wiggle against him, struggling. "Probably better in bed, too." He nips my neck and then lets me up, digging through his desk drawer. I go back to the papers. "He wouldn't be able to satisfy you," Evan says. I smirk. "Are you so confident?" "That you won't be satisfied on any cock but mine? Yes." He leans on the desk, smirking at me. He's hiding one hand behind his back. I try not to smile. "You're fucking plotting something." "Plotting fucking something," he corrects. "Want a quickie?" I grin, marking a correction on the papers. "No." "No? Just a blowjob." "I'm not giving you a blowjob." He reaches over, unbuttoning the top of my shirt. "I wasn't asking." His fingers brush across my neck, and he pulls me up against him. "I was offering." He takes a kiss and I return it. He's enjoying his role as a powerful businessman way too much, but I don't mind. Evan Rosier is particularly talented at sucking cock. I feel him slide something into my back pocket. "What was that?" He lets me toy with his hair when he drops to his knees. His hands are unzipping my fly. "Something for later." He licks his lips, and it's hard to think. I want those lips on my cock. He's still smirking. Bastard never stops smirking. My pants are around my ankles. He draws his tongue up my cock, long and languid. I shudder. He smirks, and I hate how self-satisfied he looks, like the damn cat who got the cream. I'm not moaning. I'm not. He wraps his tongue around the head of my cock. Bastard's way too well endowed. His tongue is like an alien entity of its own. No one sucks cock like Evan Rosier. He's got a mouth like a fucking Hoover. He could have a career as a sword-swallower, or more likely a porn star, because he deepthroats like it's nobody's business. I can't deepthroat. I just choke. He hums, like a deep purr, low in his throat, and I gasp, fingers clutching at his hair. I swear, begging for more. His hands move up my thighs, and he's holding something. I feel something press against my arsehole, wet with lube. "Evan," I say, startled. He pushes it inside and moves back with a last lick to my cock. I stare at him, cognitive thinking stopped short. Neatly, he pulls my pants back up and fastens them. Fucking hell. He's not even going to let me finish. He stands and gives me a kiss. I'm speechless. I'm still not sure what he put in my ass. I hit him. "What the hell?" He smirks. "I thought I should make sure you weren't thinking of any cock but mine. Have a seat." I flop into his chair, pissed and fucking hard. He laughs, because I immediately jump out of the chair, having forgotten to be careful how I sit with a thing up my ass, and settle into the chair more carefully. I squirm. It's got to be some kind of dildo or buttplug, because it's staying put despite my best efforts at squirming. I glare. "What is it?" He digs in the drawer again, pulls out a little remote. "Vibrator." He hits the button. I yell, arching about a foot out of the chair, swearing fluently. He raises an eyebrow and lowers the intensity. I pant. "Fuck. Evan." One of my hands is rubbing at my crotch, so he reaches over and catches both of my hands. I struggle, trying to breathe evenly. "Evan—" I need release so bad it hurts. He stops the vibration. "No touching yourself," he says, with a smirk. "You have to behave." "That's a lot easier for you to say without a vibrator up your ass, you bastard." He smirks, pocketing the control. "I'm going to cream my pants if you do that again," I tell him. "No, you're not. You're not getting release unless it's around my cock. I'm going to make you regret refusing me." I hate how that turns me on even more. I'm actually enjoying this. And he knows it. "Take this to Eileen, would you?" He hands me a sheaf of papers. "Tell her it's top priority." I stare at him. "Evan, I don't think I can fucking stand." He pulls me to my feet and kisses me. "You'll manage." With a pat on my ass, he pushes me out the door. The vibrator's on low; not strong enough to get me off, but enough that I'm not about to forget it's there. Bastard. I hurry back, and he sends me on another errand. It's almost an hour before I've finally gotten used to it to the point that I'm no longer painfully hard, and I've got to pee. He must be keeping an eye on me, because I've barely started pissing when Evan steps through the door, smirking. I swear and try to piss faster. He leans against a wall, watching me. "I hope you weren't thinking of getting any release." "I just have to fucking pee." He shrugs, presses the button. I am cut off mid-stream. I grab the wall for support, swearing, because he put it on high. I'm hard again already. "I hate you," I gasp, as he lowers it to a rate which allows me to breathe. "Ready to beg for it yet?" His hand brushes my erection, breathing in my ear. I turn for a kiss. "Yes." He smirks, pulling away without giving me my kiss. "Meet me in my office." He increases the vibration lightly, making my breath hitch. "I have to piss." "You bastard," I pant. "Go," he says. I go. I take a seat in his chair, squirming impatiently. I don't dare try to get release. It'd just make him think up something worse. He enters, unbuttoning his shirt. "Get up. Strip." My clothes are gone in seconds. I'm so fucking desperate at this point. He takes off his shirt first, then his shoes, then his belt, smacking me on the ass with it. I cuss at him. He leans on his desk, watching me. "On your knees, slut." I go down, licking my lips. He laughs. "No. Not that." He hits a button and I buck, swearing, because now it's on high. It stops. I shudder. "Evan." My voice is a whimper. "Fuck, Evan, please. This is cruel." He drops to his knees by me. "All right." He kisses me, sweetly, and I kiss back, clinging. I can feel him slowly increasing the speed. My brain is short-circuiting. After what seems like an hour, he breaks the kiss and stands, watching me with a fond smirk. "Jack off. I want to watch." He doesn't have to tell me twice. He's already increased the speed to high, and I'm moaning, writhing as I jack myself off. This orgasm's been building all fucking day, so when I hit the edge, I yell, spraying cum. I know I've never had an orgasm this long, and it's fucking good. When it passes, finally, I collapse, shuddering with a few light aftershocks. "Shit, Matty." I open an eye. He's staring at me, jaw dropped. I can't manage words, so I whimper instead. "Matty." He walks over, kissing my forehead. "You were cumming for a good two minutes. Are you okay?" I nod, sitting up and claiming a good long kiss. "You'd been building it up all day, tormenting me like that. You're horrible. Cruel." "All year, I think," he replies. "Our first time, you had an orgasm as long as most of mine." "Don't brag, you bastard." I cuddle into his arms. He tickles me. "Now I need release, watching you like that…" He whistled. "Wish I'd thought to tape it." My cheeks redden. "Fuck you." I hit at the tickling hand. "Stop that. Find some other ass." He stops tickling and instead starts coaxing my cock up again. I swear at him. "Matty." He pumps my cock once, roughly. "You're actually up to go again." He sounds amused. He's nuzzling at my neck. I shudder, smacking him. "I told you to find some other ass." "You'd be jealous." "More like I'd feel sorry for the poor sap. Fuck, Evan!" I writhe, and he gets up. "Up, bitch." I smirk, struggling to stand up. "You're just so fucking sweet sometimes, Evan. You could just jack off, like you made me do." He pulls me to my feet. "And leave you unsatisfied again? No. That ass?" He swats it, and I yelp. "Is mine." He kisses me, smirking. "Objections?" "No." I kiss him again, reaching down to grope his balls. "You bastard." "Ready?" He kisses the front of my throat. "Yes." He smirks. "Bend over the desk, slut." "You're the slut." He spanks my ass, hard. "Don't mouth off at me." I poke his chest, laughing. "Who do you think you're fucking?" "A smartass, vindictive little bitch I can't bear to live without?" He bends me over the desk, stopping to admire the view. "Also the best ass in the history of the world. Helen would be jealous." "Helen?" He kisses an arse-cheek. "Ass that launched a thousand ships? She's got nothing on you." He removes the vibrator, making me shudder. "Okay?" I reach up. "Give me your hand." He does, surprised. Smiling, I kiss the back of it, weaving our fingers together. "Would you fuck me already?" He laughs, squeezes my hand. "Yes, sweetcheeks." He settles his weight over me, heavy and warm, thrusting in slowly. He's being gentle, more than he ever has before, taking his time. Maybe he's trying to make it up to me for teasing me so bad. Whatever the reason, I can't stand it. "Evan, dammit, if you don't stop being so fucking gentle, I'm going to top." He laughs, pulling out, and rams back in, hard. It hurts so bad, I'm seeing stars, and I want more. He does it again, harder. I writhe. "More." He purrs into my ear. The hand intertwined with mine reaches down, guiding my hand so that we're jerking me off together. "Matty." His lips are right at my ear as he rams into me, again and again. He's close to the edge, I can feel it. "I love you." I gasp, and he comes into me, long and hard and good. His hand never stops pumping my cock, and after a few moments I come with him, spurting semen across the fancy, polished wood of his desk. I'm blushing deeply when he pulls out. Evan's never once said those words before. Once he told me I was the love of his life. But he's never said it, not like that. I feel dizzy. "Matty?" I nod, and his arms go around me, kissing my shoulder and holding me close. I look up. "I love you too, you know." He smiles. "I'm going to have a homing device installed in your ass. I'm not letting you get away again." "Fuck you." "I'm sorry, by the way." I start. "What?" "For hurting you." "You're not forgiven. You'll do it again." "I'll try to be good." He's cuddling me again. I put up with it. "For you." "Next you're going to get me a house, with a white picket fence." He tickles my side, lightly. "We already have one of those." "Fuck. That's different! The fence isn't white. It's gray. And in pieces." "We can paint it." He turns me around and kisses me. "Fucking quaint. Next thing I know, you're going to propose." "Sorry, I'm not marrying you. Not even if you wear a little white dress. Low-cut." "You can wear the dress," I mutter, falling asleep on his shoulder. "And don't even think about kids." "Of course not. We'll adopt. Your girlish figure…" He gropes my ass. I punch him. He tickles back, and we collapse, laughing. We're together again. Absolutely everything is going to be okay.
Hotel Hopping Ch. 03	19,978	4.78	466,121	[ "waitress", "taxi", "lift", "hotel", "g-spot" ]	It took her a while to catch her breath. Eyes closed she leaned her head back against the wall behind her. When she opened them Gina was still standing looking at her. Gina, breathless, continued to stare at her, their eyes met and she felt a slight spark. Her body jolted again. She didn't know if it was Gina's gaze or his hand rubbing her. "Wow," said Gina quietly, "that was hot. Em, would you like anything else?" "No," he said "just the bill please." "Oh, ok." said Gina. She moved away from the table. He looked to his dinner partner, she was stroking him subconsciously he thought, it didn't appear she realised it. He slid his hand away from her pussy, the moisture trailing along the inside of her thigh. As he moved away she realised the position of her own hand, she lifted it turning to him. "Em...well...I..." she didn't know what to say. He looked at her, smiling she was hot, the warmth radiating on her skin from her head to her feet. Their eyes met, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. She melted. His hand slid up the outside of her clothing grasping her breast. She didn't care anymore. Her mouth opening, sucking in his tongue, playing with his with her own. His hand covered her breast, fingers grasping her erect nipple beneath her clothing. She could feel the charge tingle all the way to her pussy. She pushed against him, her hand sliding to his crotch. She wanted him, here and now in the restaurant. "Ahem," Gina was back. "Your bill." He took it "My treat," he said to her. "Definately" she thought to herself smiling. Throwing in a substantial tip he handed back the folder to Gina. "Would you mind ordering us a taxi please. We'd like to return to our hotel now." Gina smiled, "There'll be one here in 5 minutes." The women looked at each other again. Gina, nodding, made her way from the table. She watched the waitress leave, sighed inwardly. "Another life, maybe" she thought. Sliding out of the seat she turned to him. "I need to use to powder room." "Whew," he thought. That last kiss had nearly made him cum in his pants. Not something he thought he'd find himself doing in public -ever. He thought back on his day, little did he think that at 5.30 this morning that he'd find himself in a situation like this before he got to bed. She returned. They put on their coats. He had his arm around her. Moving towards the front door they passed by Gina. The two women brushed by one another breast to breast. Gina nodded toward her. She sucked in her own breath. She finally let it out as she passed Gina, thinking about what might have been...something she never thought possible she walked back towards the door. He turned to her. "Gina should be somewhere else, not waiting tables in a place like this." "I agree," she said, "let's get that cab." Pausing at the door she stopped suddenly. "My hat...I forgot my hat, my mother gave it to me before she died." "Wait here," he said "I'll get it. What did it look like? I don't remember seeing it with you." "I had it with me, when I got here" she said. "I need to find it."They spent the next while looking for it. "Look," he said "let's go, you can give these guys a call in the morning and they'll drop it over to the hotel." "I have an early start, I won't be in town again for a while" she said "I have a better idea." She made her way to Gina. "Hi, I seem to have lost my hat, if you find it can you bring it to my hotel, I'll make it worth your while." She was quite nervous in Gina's presence, her sexuality still affecting her. "Here's the details my hotel and room number." Moving back towards the front of the bar she met up with her companion. She felt a wonderful tension pitting in her stomach. He put his arm on her back as he led her from the restaurant to the cab. She slid across the back seat, he followed her in. They gave the taxi their hotel address, Turning to him she moved back toward him. His hand slid into her coat as they kissed he grasped her breast. Her mouth opened wide as she sucked in his tongue, his hand running through her hair pulling her towards him with a light force. The taxi driver had seen this type of behaviour before, he never tired of it. Tilting his mirror downwards the driver watched as her hand slid across his legs and she moved to press it against his cock. His hand squeezed her breast tightly. His fingers pinched her nipple, she moaned in pleasure. The driver watched as his hand slid up her skirt, he went straight for her pussy, he could feel her juices as he rubbed the outside her light coat of pubic hair brushing against the side of his hand. Turning his hand towards her he started to slip a finger into her. She groaned, opening her legs further. Her hand was tracing the outline of his cock as she slid up and down the outside of his trousers.... The taxi had stopped, they were back at the hotel. She moaned in frustration...again. She pulled a couple of bills (way too much as it happened) from her pocket and barely looking at them threw them to the driver. Getting out of the taxi she looked at him smiling she said "Would you like to go to the bar for a nightcap?" He looked at her puzzled. "Only joking," she said "we'll have a drink in my room. It's on the 11th floor" He held her close to him they made their way across the hotel lobby to the lift. They pressed the call button. The lift arrived, selecting the 11th floor button, he moved to the back wall turning around to face back to the lobby and pulled her in front of him. They were joined in the lift by a middle aged couple. He surreptitiously rubbed his groin against her ass. As the door closed the male in the couple moved. "Damn I forgot the keycard. I'd given it to the receptionist. We need to get it" the middle aged guy said. The other couple interrupted the lift door and stepped out quickly. He could see another couple across the lobby approaching the lift. Reaching around her he quickly pressed the 'close door' button. Finally they were alone. Placing his hands on her hips, he pulled her towards him. His rubbed his cock up and down the cleft of her ass, all the while scrolling her skirt up. She reach behind her to undo his trouser belt and now with loosened trousers she reached into his pants and grasped his cock within his pants. She slid her hand up and down his cock trying at the same time to maintain the sensation of his cock against her ass. Her other hand was trying to unbuckle, unzip and unbutton him at the same time. Her skirt was now up to her hips. If the lift stopped anywhere on its journey anyone standing in front of the opening doors would get a great view of her pussy. His hand slid down her now, two fingers on either side of her wet opening and his palm pressing aginst her clit. His other hand now slid under her blouse and grasped her breast for the first time. Rubbing her nipple again this time directly with his finger had the right affect. She climaxed, it was a mild one but the right description. Pressing against the hand on her pussy she finally managed to free his cock from his pants as the lift came to a halt. She took a sudden intake of breath as the door opened. Neither of them had made any effort to arrange themselves. Struggling from the lift they made an effort not to loose contact with each other. She now had his cock in her hands. She needed it's 7 thick inches inside her, right now. She pulled him towards a credenza that was in the hall opposite the lift and placing her hands on it faced pushed her ass back against his now free cock. His trousers were slowly slipping down his legs. "Fill me, NOW" she grunted. Pulling up her skirt he slid along her wet pussy, the head of his cock brushed against her clit. He could feel her moisture coating his cock. "NOW" she ordered, making an effort to lift her hand up to force him into her. He stopped her. "Let me," he said. Taking his hands he placed them over hers and continued to hump her. She could feel the head of his cock making slow, tantalising progress towards her...He pressed the head of his cock between her lips. She tried to grind her pussy against him. If the lift doors opened now there was no explaining this. With the heat of this situation her blouse was now sticking to her back. He nibbled her earlobe as he slowly thrust just the head of his cock between her lips. He loved the feeling of that penetration and enjoyed repeating it. She thrust back against him and he was now fully in her. Rotating her hips she kept him moving within her. He stretched her well. She could feel his cock right through her pussy. Lifting his hand from hers he slid them both up to her breasts on to of her blouse. He roughly squeezed them and she cried out in pleasure "Oh, God, Yes....." Taking this opportunity he ripped open her blouse and quickly pulled her bra down from her breasts. At the same time he moved a hand to her clitoris and started rubbing her. What happened next happened quickly. "Oh, dear....fuuuuuuuuuck" she moaned. She started to climax. She didn't know if it was the sudden fresh air on her breasts and nipples, or his hand on her clit, or his cock filling her and brushing against her g-spot (she'd never felt this stimulated). She came again "Oooooooooooooooooohhhh, yes, yes, yes," She came violently her pussy pulsing around his cock. He'd never felt anything like it. He started to come spraying her insides. "This is fucking unreal" he panted. She came again as his juices coated her insides. She turned to him to try and kiss him. It was akward with the angle they had. She jerked back against him as he came. Moving now with him still inside her she forced him to turn bringing his back up against the wall of the hotel corridor. All the time she was panting and cumming. She couldn't stop. One of his arms reached across her breasts; playing with her nipples in turn. His other hand and one of hers was playing with her clitoris. His still hard cock was buried deep inside her. She moved her body to press his cock against her g-spot. As she did the lift doors opened. The middle aged couple looked at her with a sense of pleasurable shock as she had her first ever g-spot orgasm. "Uhhhh, yes, oohhhhhhhhh" Her body shook and she groaned, helpless and unable to hide as they stepped from the lift. With one more massive climactic shudder she passed out. He was still buried inside her, both of them leaning against the wall. He was in effect the only reason she hadn't collapsed to the floor He held her to him. Her body shuddering still. When she came to the middle aged couple were just letting themselves into their room...
Frank and Cheryl Ch. 04: His Test	8,709	4.54	2,105,523	[ "shared", "swingers", "watching" ]	Author's note: If you haven't read the previous chapters of "Frank & Cheryl" you might want to, just to know the background on this couple and how they arrived at this point in their building relationship. Physical descriptions: Frank is a divorced 35 year old, 5'-11" tall, 185 pounds and fit; brown crew cut hair, clean shaven, brown eyes. Cheryl is a never married 32 year old, 5'-01" tall, 110 pounds and very small framed. A-cup close-to-but-not-quite- B-cup chest with highly sensitive nipples. Dirty blond hair that she keeps cut short. They are both into fitness, so Cheryl's body, while petite, is curved and firm. \\\\\* The next morning, Cheryl put her plan into action, waking Frank up with an aggressive and hungry blowjob that she used in an attempt to express to him how much she appreciated him and wanted to make him happy. Frank was awake before Cheryl but just laid quietly, listening to her breath and enjoying the feeling of her nakedness being so close. She was petite but curved thanks to her regular workouts and firm musculature and Frank had a hard time getting enough of caressing and feeling those curves. This particular morning he was delighted, especially since he thought she was still asleep with her head on his chest, to feel her hand move up his thigh just as her head starting moving down his torso, both of them meeting at his manhood. He was semi-erect thanks to her nudity and proximity, plus memories from the night before, and when her hot, wet, welcoming mouth engulfed his growing length a deep groan involuntarily rolled out of him. That response, combined with how his cock jumped in response to the stimulation, assured Cheryl she was starting his day pleasantly - and that was her goal. Adjusting her position, she got both her hands involved, stroking and massaging as her mouth, lips and tongue all worked to bring pleasure to his almost completely erect shaft. She also moved so that he could reach her lower half and she enjoyed feeling his hand and fingers caressing her ass as well as playing between her legs. His fingers seemed to know the right timing for caressing her clit as well as sliding into her wetness. The combination caused her to moan and that vibration transferred through her tongue and throat to his cock causing him to moan as well. Neither knew how much time had passed but when Frank felt his orgasm starting to build he gave her ass a firm squeeze and moaned out, "Ah, baby... so close." Upon hearing that Cheryl redoubled her efforts, letting him know that's what she wanted: for him to let go; for him to cum. From conversation and previous experience together Frank knew Cheryl had no problem with him cumming in her mouth and that she actually enjoyed it, so he didn't hold back and he didn't try to give her any more warning. He enjoyed that tightening sensation in his groin behind his balls and felt the feeling intensify as Cheryl stroked the lower half of his length, steadily sucking hard on the head and top half of his shaft. He felt his cock jumping as his climax exploded through and out of him, and he could feel Cheryl sucking even harder, helping him to maximize the pleasure of his orgasm while seeming to vacuum his cum out of him. When he began to come down from the climactic high of his orgasm, Cheryl slowed her pace and the intensity of the friction she was creating, finally releasing his cock from her mouth. She turned and moved up over Frank so she was looking down at him and met his eyes before swallowing in an exaggerated fashion. He smiled, she smiled, and then she lowered her mouth to his for a kiss. He could still taste his cum in her mouth as their tongues wrestled but he didn't care. He wasn't the guy who got off on eating his cum out of her but he wasn't against it if she wanted it. He was happy to kiss her after she gave him a blow job. It only seemed fair to him since he liked kissing her after he'd gone down on her. After a little more cuddling, kissing and caressing, Cheryl suggested that they get coffee and a shower and Frank was in full agreement. He went to her kitchen to get their coffee while Cheryl got the shower started. They enjoyed showering together for several reasons, not the least of which was that they simply enjoyed being naked together and using the lather to caress each other. It often led to more play but sometimes ended at the caressing and teasing. When they finished in the shower they donned comfortable clothing... lounge wear that they could relax in around her place. They didn't have plans that morning beyond spending some time together, more coffee and maybe breakfast. When they were settled and relaxed, Cheryl pulled out her laptop computer and, in response to Frank's inquisitive look, said, "I thought we should look at a couple websites and see what we can find for swinger groups in the area." Frank nodded his understanding and agreement. They had discussed this the night before. While they were quickly falling in love with each other, they had discussed their shared outlook about physical monogamy in relationships and had agreed that it wasn't something either of them felt was required. In fact, they both voiced a preference for being in an emotionally monogamous relationship with no requirement for physical monogamy. They liked the idea of added playmates... but recognized that they liked it as an idea. They had to verify that they would like it as a reality and the only way to do that was to actually experiment with it and see what their emotional responses were. To accomplish that, they needed to find playmates and that led to Cheryl suggesting finding some swinger groups... hence, her pulling out her laptop to do that. Together they surfed the web for about an hour, refilling their coffee a couple times, and interrupting their web surfing with the occasional brief but passionate kiss. Later that morning they felt they had accomplished enough. They'd joined two adult dating sites and set up complete profiles. They requested to join several local swinger groups that existed on those sites. They knew it would take a couple days for their profiles to be approved and then find out if they were welcomed into the groups or not - which left them the rest of the weekend to enjoy each other. While they were both silently eager to get any response from the dating sites, they focused on each other and their time together enjoying an afternoon hike in a nearby park Saturday afternoon before enjoying an evening full of sexual delights back at Frank's house that night. Sunday morning found them waking up together in his bed followed by morning coffee and another mutual shower. Their conversation ended up revolving around where they'd like to travel and they ended up planning a trip together for a beachfront tourist area not too far away. That led Cheryl to claiming she needed a new bathing suit (or three) so they spent Sunday afternoon at a nearby mall shopping. Cheryl was happy to model various bikinis and one-piece suits for him and Frank was absolutely delighted to give her feedback on them. At one point Cheryl invited him into the changing room "to help her," but the stern looking store manager overhead it and Frank decided he didn't want to incur her wrath... or risk having mall security called on them. Cheryl ended up picking out two bikinis and refused to let Frank pay for them. He didn't get that but was only going to argue about it so hard. He was thinking about seeing her in them at the beach and knew it would turn him on. As petite as she was, the bikinis still seemed awfully small and the fact that she'd wear it out in public... her audacity... her apparent enjoyment of mild exhibitionism turned him on. After dinner Sunday evening and another romp - this time on Frank's sofa - he had to take her home and they both voiced their disappointment. Given schedules, it would be Wednesday before they got to see each other again. Work and gym schedules would keep them apart until then. Cheryl almost dragged him into her apartment when he dropped her off and walked her up to her door. He wanted to go in but knew he might not come back out until the next morning... and as attractive as the idea was, he knew that losing control to his near-permanent desires would lead him down a rabbit hole he'd never get out of. They finally managed to let each other go after a long hard passionate kiss, both of them disappointed at the idea of falling asleep alone; the weekend had been so good. Monday passed so slowly it seemed to Frank as if the day was caught in thick molasses trying to swim in any direction. He enjoyed a couple phone calls with Cheryl and they used the magic of technology to facetime Monday evening. It brought joy to his heart to see her smile and laugh as they chatted via that medium before going to sleep. They both wished they could cuddle up together to go to sleep but, at least for the time being, they both understood the necessity and circumstance of not doing so. Tuesday morning and most of his work day felt the same to Frank. He was fully living in every moment but he was also very much looking forward to Wednesday evening when he'd get to enjoy Cheryl's presence again; reveling in the pleasures they would surely share. They talked Tuesday morning and Frank knew Cheryl would be going to the gym for her usual workout time Tuesday afternoon. She scheduled her day to go into work early so she could end it early and get to the gym; her goal being to finish her time at the gym at the same time most people are ending their work day. Being aware of that, he was kind of surprised to get a phone call from her at about four that afternoon, since he thought she'd be deep into her workout by then. "Hi, sexy," he answered his phone. "This is a surprise. What's up?" Her voice sounded nervous to him when she replied. "Hey there," she said, her voice almost sounding like it had a quiver in it. "Somethings come up and I need to talk to you about it for a second." "Okay," Frank replied, the worry obvious in his voice. "What's wrong?" "Not wrong," Cheryl replied tentatively. "Just... well..." She paused and Frank again thought she sounded worried or scared. "Baby," he said, trying his best to sound reassuring, "Just tell me. I'm here for you. What's going on?" He heard a big sigh come from her before she answered. "Well," she finally replied, "I think there's an opportunity for us to test our outlook about playing with others." "Really?" Frank asked, the excitement seeping back into his voice. He wasn't sure what Cheryl had in mind, but he assumed she had gotten some kind of response from one of the swinger groups and had found some fun for them to enjoy together. "Yes," Cheryl replied, hearing the excitement in Frank's voice and smiling at his response... although this probably wasn't what he was thinking it was. "But it's probably not what you are thinking or hoping for." "Okay," Frank replied, not sounding put off. "Tell me. I'm eager to hear." "There's a guy I met at the gym," Cheryl started. She could hear Frank chuckling and couldn't imagine why. Was he laughing at her? Was he laughing at the idea she was about to propose? What was he chuckling about? Finding her courage, she went on. "And he's been flirting with me a lot. He's cute and built and..." she took a breath before finishing, "if it was only up to me I'd happily seduce him." Frank thought about what she said for a second. "You don't think it's only up to you?" he asked. "Not anymore," Cheryl said. "What we have feels a lot more serious than just dating and we've talked about a future together. If I'm going to play, it's going to be with your encouragement and blessing and full knowledge." "That's what matters," Frank said immediately and in a confident tone. He paused for a moment and then asked, "So, you want to use this guy as our test case to see if I'm really okay with you playing with others?" "That's what I was thinking," Cheryl replied, sounding a bit more comfortable. "What do you think?" "Well," Frank said, "The only challenge I have is that we're supposed to be testing the concept in its totality. Not just am I okay with you playing with another guy... or girl for that matter... but am I okay with seeing it as well." He thought about that for a second and gave her a chance to think about it. "How did you envision this test happening?" Before she could answer he quickly added, "Or have you only thought about how much you want to be naked with the guy and enjoying him?" He added a chuckle onto the end of that to make sure she understood he wasn't feeling upset or worried. He was picking on her to some extent. Surprisingly to him, she had a ready and immediate answer. "I thought, if he's okay with it, that we could facetime each other and you could watch us that way," she said. "I'm okay with that," said Frank. "It actually sounds like a hot idea to me," he added. "But what if he's not okay with it?" Frank was all too aware of the fact that some guys would be turned off by the idea of being watched while they played with a woman. Cheryl's voice was quite flat as she replied, "If he's not okay with it, then his loss. I want to play with him and he's sexy. I think he'd be a lot of fun, but the reality is that I'm also using him as a tool to test something for you and I and if he can't fulfill that purpose then I can save up how horny I am for you tomorrow." "Fair enough, and thank you," said Frank. "So, work your magic and run your suggestion by him... and let me know." "Are you sure?" Cheryl asked, once again sounding a little unsure of herself and the situation. "100 percent totally sure," Frank replied. "It turns me on how sexual and open you are about it. The idea of watching you like you're my own personal porn star AND while you have a pleasurable time is pretty exciting." Cheryl's voice sounded pleasantly surprised and very excited as she said, "Thank you! I'll probably let you know something soon." "I'll be waiting eagerly," Frank said with a smile. They hung up and Frank did his best to go back to focusing on his work, but he knew it was a waste of time. All he could think about was hearing back from Cheryl and what her news would be. About fifteen minutes later Frank got a text from Cheryl that said: "Guy's name is Tom. He accepted and is eager. Taking him to my place. Factime in about 45 minutes." Frank sent back a simple "thumbs up" emoji to let her know he'd seen the message and then he set about closing down his work day. He lived about 30 minutes away from his office and wanted to make sure he was home and settled when she called. It was about fifty minutes later when his iPad lit up, the factime call from Cheryl coming in. He was sitting on his sofa, still dressed for work, and buzzing with excitement when it rang. He answered with a big smile on his face and saw her face smiling back. "Hi, sexy," he said in greeting. "Hey there," she said sounding giddy. "You wanna meet Tom and enjoy a show?" "Of course," Frank smiled back. He watched as Cheryl moved away from the camera and realized that she was also using her iPad and it was standing somehow on the bureau with a view from the foot of her bed. As she moved away and the view opened up, he saw a guy sitting on the foot of her bed and Cheryl went to sit next to him. It was a brief unexpected shock to see that she was already naked... completely. He had been kind of expecting to see she and her playmate start out dressed and gradually work into things. Knowing Cheryl, he probably should have known better. She didn't ease into much but tended to dive in head first. The guy - Tom - Frank saw, was wearing a pair of what looked like boxer briefs. He was pretty fit looking, a well-tanned white guy with buzz cut blond hair. Frank thought Tom looked like some variation of a stereotypical surfer guy. The fact that Cheryl was already naked and Tom was stripped down to his boxers let Frank know that they'd already been at each other a little bit before Cheryl called. He was okay with that. Knowing his girlfriend the way he did, he knew how aggressive she was when she was horny (which seemed to be most of the time) and he idly wondered if knowing he'd be watching turned her on more. Sitting next to Tom, Cheryl put one hand on his thigh and used the other one to gesture for the introductions. "Frank, this is Tom. Tom, this is Frank." Frank smiled and waved, feeling a little silly as he did so. Tom looked a little nervous but smiled and nodded. Looking at Tom, Cheryl continued. "As I told you," she said, "Frank is my boyfriend but has given me permission to play with others provided he gets to watch." Tom nodded but still looked nervous. Cheryl looked like she wanted to say something else to him, but hesitated, looked like she was thinking about a few things, and then turned to the camera instead. "Enjoy the show," she said to Frank through the lens, blowing him a kiss. Then she pushed Tom to lay back on her bed before grabbing the waistband of his briefs to pull them off. With both of them naked, Cheryl took the lead, on her hands and knees over Tom, positioned to one side and leaning down to kiss him. The kiss started tentatively at first but grew quickly in passion and Frank saw Tom's hands starting to caress and explore Cheryl's body. For her part, Cheryl reached down to stroke Tom's now-growing length, occasionally reaching farther down to cup and gently squeeze his balls which, Frank saw, made Tom's cock twitch. Cheryl kept stroking Tom's cock as she turned her body, getting her lower half into easier reach for his hands as she kissed and licked down his body until her mouth got to his manhood. She held his stiff manhood up straight as she licked and kissed up one side and then down the other before leaning further down to lick and suck on his balls as well. Looking into the camera, as if looking Frank in the eye, Cheryl smiled and licked back up Tom's length before opening her mouth and engulfing as much of Tom's hardness as she could. Frank saw her body move to indicate that she had gagged, but it didn't seem to dissuade her from keeping Tom's shaft sucked in deep. Tom's moans made it obvious that he was enjoying her oral attentions and Frank could see Tom's hands continuing to move around on Cheryl's ass, hips and between her legs. Frank could feel his own cock pulsing in his pants and hadn't realized until that point just how excited he was watching Cheryl play with someone else. He half thought about releasing his throbbing hardness from his pants to stroke it while he enjoyed the show, but he decided not to. He wanted to save it up for Cheryl. Cheryl, he saw, wasn't wasting any time. Keeping her hand stroking Tom's length, which was glistening with wetness from her mouth, Cheryl sat up enough to reach over to her nightstand and grab a condom. Within moments she had it peeled open and rolled down on Tom's cock. Frank found his breathing getting shallow with excitement as he anticipated what was coming next. Frank had the perfect view through the cam as Cheryl straddled Tom's cock, still holding it and lowered herself to rub the crown of his head up and down between the slick lips of her pussy. At first she did so with her ass pointed at the camera, but then she seemed to change her mind and turned around, facing the camera and looking into it as if meeting Frank's eyes again. She could see him watching and how happy he looked watching her enjoying herself. Cheryl watched Frank's eyes through the camera as he focused on her pussy lips, slowly spreading and stretching around Tom's cock as she sank herself down onto it. Tom's loud moan of easy for Frank to hear as Cheryl got the full length of his manhood inside her, blowing Frank a kiss as she did so. Frank blew her a kiss back with a smile on his face as he watched his girlfriend be so wicked. The pleasure of being full must have been high for Cheryl as well as her eyes closed and a moan matching Tom's rolled out of her. She began to rock her hips on him, keeping his length fully buried in her sex but moving so she felt it stirring inside her. One hand wandered down between her legs to caress Tom's balls as she rocked on him while the fingers of her other hand found and started tracing circles around her clit. Frank watched as Cheryl reached her first orgasm a few minutes later and then kept rocking and rubbing her clit until she had another one a few minutes after that. After coming down from her second orgasm, Cheryl lifted herself off Tom and repositioned herself on her hands and knees, wiggling her ass at him, wordlessly encouraging him to take her doggy style. Tom was game and quickly got on his knees behind Cheryl, holding her hip in one hand while guiding his cock into her with the other. He wasn't planning on any plunge-deep-and-stir action though. Once he had his length buried into her he held her hips in both hands and began thrusting back and forth both hard and fast. Frank could hear the slaps of Tom's pelvis against Cheryl's sexy ass while her moans seemed to continually roll out of her. From hands and knees she collapsed down onto her elbows and then her chest, her head down on the bed with her eyes clenched shut. The pleasure looked so great as to be almost painful if one judged by the look on her face. It didn't take long before Tom's thrusts became a bit erratic and Frank assumed he must be getting close to cumming. Cheryl sensed it as well and began pushing her hips back against Tom, making sure his cock kept moving inside her, even as he tried to slow down to hold off his climax. Cheryl didn't stop even when Tom muttered out something incoherent about getting close and she kept on moving as Tom's head fell back and he howled out his pleasure. When his head fell forward his hips seemed to spasm has the last throws of his orgasm twitched through him, the last spurts of his cum filling the condom. Tom fell back on his heels, pulling his softening condom encased cock from Cheryl's wetness. Cheryl lifted her head and looked at the camera, seeing Frank still on the Facetime call, smiling at her through the interactive medium. As her breathing returned to normal she said, "Don't hang up," to Frank through the connection. To Tom she said, "You wanna shower before you go?" "That would be nice," he replied. Once again looking at Frank through the connection, Cheryl said, "Be right back," and then got up to go show Tom where things were in the bathroom and get him a towel. Once Tom had the water running, she came back to the call. "So..." she said, looking at Frank through the video call, "What did you think? How do you feel?" "I think that was pretty fuckin' hot," replied Frank, the smile still on his face. "I don't think I've ever seen you quite that sexy and I've seen you in some pretty sexy ways!" "So," she asked, "Do you think we can call this a positive response for whether or not you're okay seeing me play with others?" To answer her question, Frank stood up and put down his iPad, positioning it so it showed his full body before unbuckling his belt, undoing his pants and pulling them down. His obvious full erection popped out and waved as his heart beat throbbed through it. "What do you think?" he asked her. Cheryl smiled, still naked and, Frank realized, with one hand down between her legs. "I think you should come over right now instead of waiting until tomorrow," she said. Frank didn't hesitate as he put his cock uncomfortably back into his pants. "See you in a half hour." Cheryl giggled and then disconnected the call. Grabbing his overnight bag with his basic toiletries and a change of clothes, Frank was out his door in five minutes and knocking on Cheryl's door 25 minutes after that. She opened the door wide to greet him, still completely naked. Frank stepped in, the door closed behind him, and Cheryl was immediately pulling on his belt. Less than a minute later he was naked and holding her, his cock buried in her freshly fucked pussy and her legs wrapped around him as he walked to her bedroom. Laying her on the edge of her bed, he held her hips and fucked her mercilessly, reclaiming what he considered his, but hers to share. When he came, he buried his length fully inside her and Cheryl realized she could feel his balls moving against her backdoor as his climax pulsed and his cum flowed deeply into her. It would be the first of several orgasms he had that evening and Cheryl would enjoy several more as well during their reunion. That Frank was okay with her playing with others had been proven beyond doubt. The next test would be for Cheryl to watch him with another woman and see if she was as okay with it as she thought she would be.
Don't Give Up - It's Never Too Late	54,167	4.64	291,562	[]	Tina had been married for over 15 years when things started to go wrong. She got to the stage when she just stopped having sex with her husband Paul and eventually, just over a year ago, he left her for another woman. Although he's been fairly good throughout the divorce, she's been left high and dry with her young, 12 year old daughter Zoe and the future looked hopeless until just a couple of months ago, straight after the New Year. Tina is just 5ft 2 inches tall, 46 years old with a slim, almost skinny, figure and she's never really been a demonstrative or overtly sexual person; which is probably what caused the tension with Paul. She was in her early 30s when she married and she'd been quite suppressed sexually prior to that, only having lost her virginity when she was 23 on a one-night-stand with a neighbour and had not had sex much prior to meeting Paul. Since the divorce and especially over Xmas, things had been tough for her as she had to get used to the split family with all that this entailed, but most of them rallied round her which made her feel a little better about herself. Zoe is in her first year at her new school and is doing quite well but Tina noticed the subtle changes in her as the divorce went through. It's hard on the kids but in Tina's case it was hard on her as she did not have a large circle of friends outside the family. They were good friends but this was not enough for her. The fact is - she was lonely. Her brother-in-law Jack had always been a bit of an enigma to her with them never really having much to do with each other, but he'd bent over backwards to take her side during the split and divorce as he had little time for Paul, even if he was his brother-in-law. Previously Tina had only really had any contact with Jack for the Mr. fix-it things which he was quite good at, but that was all it was until recently. Jack was nearing his 60th birthday, nearly 6ft tall and he was somewhat overweight. He was hardly the role model for a stud which suited him fine. He'd been married to Tina's sister-in-law Sarah for over 30 years and Tina had heard that they weren't very sexually active; mostly his fault according to the family grapevine. So it was quite a surprise for her one morning as she was still in bed having a bit of a lie-in, when Jack phoned up just to see if she was in and he wondered if he could come round for a chat. Sarah was at work and Zoe was at school so Tina was more than a little surprised as he'd never done this before but she agreed and quickly went to have a shower before he arrived just about an hour later. He was always a nice chap and very knowledgeable about so much that he got on well with her daughter, helping her with school work and Tina always found some of his little sayings amusing. Tina had the kettle on and had dressed but she still had a towel around her longish brown hair. Tina made a coffee and brought it through to the living room. The room was spotlessly clean and tidy and Tina had redecorated after the split with her husband. It was one of her ways of taking her mind off her life and the shitty way it had turned out. She sat on the settee and Jack in one of the armchairs. He immediately asked how Tina was really coping as he's noticed she was looking a bit low when they met up on Boxing Day for a family dinner at her house. "I thought you looked rather tense when I last saw you and wondered if you wanted a heart-to-heart with someone who's on your side? I never got the chance to speak on Boxing Day as there was always someone around" he explained. Tina nodded, a little lost in her thoughts, as she wasn't quite sure whether she could open up to her brother-in-law. They chatted away with Jack asking mostly about Tina's well-being and assuring her that he, for one, wouldn't see her abandoned just because Paul had a new family. Jack noticed that Tina was a bit weepy but she kept herself in check not trying to demean herself. He also noticed she was holding her head and stretching her neck rather a lot. Tina said she'd nodded off in the chair the previous night and woke up with this stiff neck which wouldn't go away. Jack asked "Do you want me to massage your neck and shoulders for you? Tina pondered for a second but a massage sounded good and Sarah had mentioned that Jack had good hands. "Yes OK then" she agreed. Tina came over and sat on the floor in between Jack's knees. Jack took off her head towel and he started kneading and massaging her shoulders with his strong hands as she relaxed at his exquisite touch. He moved onto to her neck for a while before moving down between her shoulder blades. Her bra strap was in the way so she reached up behind her an unhooked it. Jack got a quick view of her back as she pulled up her tea-shirt. "I'm not trying to pry or be underhand or anything Tina, but when did you last let anyone touch you?" as Tina tensed up a little bit. "If I'm brutally honest I've not been with anyone since he walked out, and I'm not that bothered either," she said quietly almost regretting saying anything at all. There was quite a long pause as Jack carried on massaging her spine and up to her shoulders and around her neck. Tina was starting to relax as he started massaging her scalp and forehead before returning to her neck and shoulders again. There was no doubt that Jack was good at this and Tina was almost nodding off as she lay back into his lap whilst he massaged away her stresses. "Tina: Can I be really bold and suggest a full body massage?" he asked rather guardedly. Tina didn't quite understand until he explained that a full body massage is performed on a naked body and that no part of the body is left out. "Are you suggesting I strip naked in front of you?" she asked quite disturbed. "Well yes," he said quite openly, "In fact the usual outcome for the receiver of such a massage is orgasms" he looked her straight in the face. "Don't worry Tina, I'm not asking to have sex with you, but I can give you a massage to relax and satisfy you at the same time". Tina was stunned but something clicked inside her as her imagination was working overtime thinking about what he'd suggested. "What do I have to do?" she asked and Jack smiled as he knew she was going to agree. "Leave it all to me" he said "Where do you want to go? Here on the floor or on your bed?" "I think I would prefer the bed" she replied and Jack noticed that she was shaking. "Come on then," as he took her hand and they went upstairs after first checking that all the doors were locked. The heating was still on as they went into the spare room where there was a single bed and Jack took off his shoes, leaned over the bed and laid the pillows down the centre of the bed. Tina just stood at the side of he bed shaking slightly as Jack came over to her. He lifted her thin tea-shirt up over her head exposing her white bra which was still unhooked and he slid it off her shoulders exposing her small firm pointed breasts with large nipples. "You've lovely breasts Tina" he said as he reached down and unzipped the side of her skirt which dropped to the floor. Tina had no tights on and she was just standing in her pants in front of her brother-in-law. His fingers quickly hooked his fingers inside her panties and down they came as she stepped out of them, leaving her standing naked. She kept her legs slightly crossed but Jack could still admire her nakedness as she stood there quite embarrassed but getting very excited and shaking. Tina always kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed keeping a bikini line; which was ironic as she never really had many chances for a holiday where she could wear a bikini. She was almost too thin with very little spare flesh and her ribs showed, but she was a good healthy colour and Jack was ready to get started on his sister-in-law. Jack asked her to climb onto the bed and lie on her tummy on top of the pillows. She dutifully climbed on trying to keep her legs closed coyly as Jack was standing behind her at the foot of the bed. She settled down onto the soft material as Jack came up alongside the bed and leaned over her naked back taking hold of her arms and laying them at her side as he started to massage down her spine then up and around her shoulders. He slowly massaged as Tina tried to relax but she knew it would not be long before he touched her private areas. Jack's hands were all over Tina's naked back as he slowly worked his way down to her bottom and he felt Tina tense slightly. Tina had quite a small bottom and thin legs which left that beautiful triangle between he thighs and pussy and Jack was now starting to work his magic across her buttocks with his fingers getting closer to the inside of her thighs. Just for a split second he allowed his hands down in between the triangle as she tensed and shook slightly. He then started down to her feet where he concentrated his efforts. Foot massage is particularly pleasurable but Tina was now slightly let down that he'd not gone between her legs as she could feel how wet she was getting. Tina had not had these feelings for so long and now she could feel Jack moving slowly back up her legs again. He then moved back to the bottom of the bed, took hold of each of her ankles and pushed them wide apart as he climbed onto the bed between her knees. She could feel his legs keeping hers apart as his hands started caressing the inside of each thigh moving inexorably towards her, now exposed, pussy. She was making little moaning noises as her breath shortened. Jack's hands were now back on her bottom and his thumbs suddenly stroked across her exposed pussy. Tina jerked sharply as the moment he had been building her up for arrived. As he slowly took hold of her pussy lips and eased them apart, Tina let out a little squeal as the sensations gripped her. Tina's pussy was dripping with her arousal and Jack knew the rest was going to be easy. This woman was ready for coming and he was going to bring her off: --- But not quite yet. "Come on Tina, let's have you on your back", he said as he stood back. Tina was moaning slightly as she dutifully rolled over. Jack took her shoulders and manoeuvred her across the bed with her head over the side and tucked two pillows under her back leaving her arched across the bed. He then went around to the other side and knelt at the side with his head between Tina's legs. She didn't need any persuading this time as she opened them for him. Jack now started massaging her again starting at her shoulders and working his way down her sides before moving back over her breasts. He gently caressed each small breast as he leaned across her naked tummy from between her legs. He gently teased both nipples until they stood up even more than usual which was obviously giving Tina real pleasure as he eyes were tight shut and she was squirming under his expert touch. Tina was moaning and shaking as Jack left the breast and worked his way across her tummy and hips before he pushed her legs even wider apart. He just looked at her open vagina with the well groomed hair surrounding it, before holding her pussy lips apart again. This time she was going to get it. The sensation of Jack's tongue on Tina's exposed clitoris as she received oral sex properly for the first time in her life was like a bolt of lightning to the prone naked form as something amazing happened to her. Tina came immediately as his tongue flicked across her swollen sex and the electric shocks of pure pleasure were followed by an ear-piercing scream as Tina had the first real gut wrenching orgasm and certainly the best of her 46 years. She was bucking and screaming as Jack lapped at her pussy and a fine squirt of cum shot over his face as he buried himself deeper inside her open vagina. Tina's whole body was jerking as she screamed in the exquisite sensations which were ripping through her slight form. Jack took full advantage and pushed two long fingers, palm up, deep inside her sopping wet vagina and started caressing her G spot with slightly hooked fingers as he caressed her clitoris with his other thumb. Without any shadow of doubt, Tina came again less than a minute after the first and, if anything, this was even stronger than before. Even though her tummy was already arched up due to the pillows, her orgasm caused her to rise up off the pillows Jack fingers worked in and out of her pussy so fast Tina was never going to calm down. Faster and faster he went until he was gasping for breath, but the result was brilliant as orgasm no: 3 was preceded by a fine squirt of spray as the orgasm of all orgasms ripped through the lucky Tina like a giant tidal wave as her body went into an orgasmic spasm. Tina's head was nearly on the floor as her hands were white gripping the bedclothes and her body just shook like she was having a fit. She was; it was an orgasmic fit. Jack knew he could do no more as Tina was still twitching in her ecstasy as he pulled his fingers out and stood up to admire his handiwork. He'd only come round on the vague hope of getting to know Tina a bit better and to help her as best he could but he hadn't visualised this even in his wildest dreams. He looked down at the beautiful naked form still gasping in great gulps of air with her legs still wide open and he could not believe how much she had cum. The bed was wet through between her legs and his shirt was wet, his hands were wet and her fluids were still on his face from the first orgasm. He reached over and took Tina waist and pulled her back fully onto the bed as her head was nearly on the floor. She looked up at him with a look which turned him to jelly. Her eyes were bloodshot from her exertions as though she had been crying as she lifted herself unsteadily to a sitting position. "Oh my god, Jack, what have you done?" she was still shaking, "I've never felt anything like that before in my life. Where the hell did that come from? I had no idea that I could cum like that." She reached out and pulled him to her and kissed him full on the mouth whispering "thank you, thank you" over and over again. She gave a little laugh as she removed a little collection of her pubic hair from Jack's face. "Where on earth did you learn how to do that?" she asked him as he stood up again. Jack shrugged his shoulders and said quite openly "I've spent quite a bit of time looking at porn over the years and I've always wanted to experiment but Sarah's always found some reason or other not to even try." Tina looked up at him and asked "Am I your experiment then?" "No, No, Sorry but I --------," he stammered as Tina interrupted. "Don't worry Jack, I'm not offended; especially if that's how your experiments turn out," she was almost purring as the after effects of her exertions were still affecting her. She touched her wet pussy which Jack noticed. "I suspect there's still more to cum yet, do you want to experiment some more?" as Tina squirmed on the bed. He pulled her up off the bed and pulled the wet bedclothes back and lay on the bed himself, still fully clothed. "Come on Tina climb on and sit on my face so your pussy is on my mouth," he encouraged her as she finally knelt on top of him with her open pussy right in his face. Jack opened her right up again with his fingers and he started licking her prominent clitoris and all around her vagina again, before moving his hands all over her breasts and as much of her naked body he could reach. Tina gasped again as those familiar feeling started to return as he caressed her breasts. "Move your hips Tina, masturbate yourself on my tongue," as she slowly ground her pussy onto his mouth. She was in ecstasy again as her orgasm was building and building until it exploded for a fourth time in less than 20 minutes. Jack was nearly choking as she came all over him but he kept licking. She was crying out "Oh god yes, yes oh my God yes!" before she slowly started to calm down again and the pent up feelings were ebbing away. She climbed off Jack and fell back on the bed. This was one very satisfied and spent woman and Jack was quite rightly proud of himself. Jack leaned over to kiss her and she could taste her own cum all over Jack's mouth and he had even more pubic hair on his face. His hand was slowly caressing her pussy but there was no response and he knew he'd done his bit. Jack got up and looked back at the prone naked figure of his sister-in-law still breathing hard after her latest exertion and he looked the wet patches on his shirt. "The next time you'd like a chat about anything or need a massage, just let me know darling," as she smiled up at him nodding. He started unbuttoning his shirt. "I think I'll pop this under the tap for a second so it doesn't dry on. It might take a little explaining to Sarah why I've got your cum on my shirt!" Jack reached the bathroom and was sponging off the worst of the wet patches when he felt a presence behind him as Tina joined him. She was still naked and opened the shower and stepped in. "Why don't you join me? I'd love to return the compliment and make you cum as well sweetheart," she beckoned him but Jack knew that this was the step he had avoided. "It's not that I'm not flattered or don't fancy it but I've got an ongoing problem getting an erection and I'd hate to disappoint you or get myself all frustrated, so perhaps we'll think of something else," he really did fancy what was on offer but he knew what it meant to be let down by his manhood. "I might have just the solution in my room. Hang on there a sec," as she stepped out of the shower and went to her room. Jack had finished cleaning his shirt when she came back with a little blue plastic and foil pack with two diamond shaped blue tablets sealed inside. Jack suddenly realised what she had brought. Viagra. "Have you not tried them before? They're very good for getting erections especially with your problem? Paul got hold of these from the doctors when he thought it would enhance his performance," she was looking rather cynical when she mentioned him. "It worked in getting him erect very quickly but all that happened was he came that fast that he got little out of it and, quite frankly, I didn't really care as he never thought of me or my needs at all." She spat the words out with some venom. "Go on Jack, try one; you've got nothing to lose and everything to gain," as she rubbed her hand across his trouser front squeezing his dick under his trousers. Jack, naturally, was quite turned on anyway after the events in the bedroom and her touch did start some movement, so he took one of the tablets. "Let's get your clothes off Jack and then you can join me for a shower," Tina ordered, and Jack agreed. He stood there as she undid his belt and trousers, unzipped him and started pulling his trousers down. He lifted each leg in turn leaving him in just his socks and pants. Jack could feel it and the slight bulge in his pants was noticeable to him if not Tina who was pulling his socks off, nearly causing him to fall over. As mentioned earlier Jack has a weight problem with a biggish belly and extra folds around his groin. Tina didn't care about his looks as she wanted to reward him for what he had done to her and she quickly pulled his pants down and off. Jack's penis was not particularly big but not too small either, measuring just 6 inches long when erect, which it was not at that moment. He'd been circumcised when he was a baby, for medical rather than religious reasons, and Jack had always wondered if that might have been part of his problem. Although he would never say it; Sarah was the problem as she'd piled the weight on and Jack did not like fat women and this definitely turned him off and the erectile dysfunction was a natural consequence. Tina took the Jack's manhood in both hands and started caressing his balls and pulling gently and there was no doubt that something was happening as his erection was now growing albeit rather slowly. Tina stopped and she took Jack's hand and they both went into the shower. The water was really warm and her close presence, her two handed stroking and the Viagra were having the required effect as it grew bigger by the second. Jack's ego was given a real fillip when Tina announced "It's bigger already than Paul's at its best," which is always guaranteed to give any man a boost. The Viagra was now having an effect on Jack as well as his dick, as he was feeling flushed and it was not the heat of the water either. It was as if this was the trigger as his dick suddenly started that old pumping as the blood flowed through it and his full erection was almost there. Tina could feel the hardness in her fingers and she stroked his balls lightly with her nails whilst wrapping her other hand around his now-nearly rigid erection. Jack was in another world as no woman had ever made him feel this good as his erection twitched and pumped with life for the first time in years. Tina's shower was a powered type and she reached up and unhooked the showerhead and turned it onto the finest powered spray she could and started moving the fine jets over Jack's rigid penis and his balls. It was Jack's turn to be in ecstasy now as his manhood had never enjoyed anything like this, then Tina made his day complete when she whispered in his ear: "I've always refused to even try to do this but, just for you darling, would you like me to have a go at a blow job?" Jack could not believe it. After all these years hoping and looking at thousands of videos of men getting it, not only was it now going to happen to him but with his sister-in-law. Tina took as much of him in her mouth as she could before gagging slightly then she closed her lips around his erection and commenced to perform her first and his first oral masturbation. Tina proved to be very good at it, which surprised her a bit, and Jack's orgasm did not take very long at all as he was so worked up and he shouted "God yes I'm coming," as Tina her head lifted of him and wanked him for all she was worth until the first huge spurt of his hot cum hit her full in the face. Jack was jerking almost uncontrollably as he came and Tina made up her mind to do something she swore she would never do, and she took him back in her mouth and carried on with the blow job. Jack was nearly collapsing now as Tina's tongue and lips were caressing his engorged helmet which was almost agony as this was the most sensitive area for a man when he's cum. Tina was quite surprised at her brazenness and she actually thought his cum tasted quite reasonable if a little bit salty. She owed this to this man who had brought her out of her depression and given her life again. She lifted off him as the erection finally started to fade. She stretched up and kissed him, so now he had to taste his own cum from her lips and mouth as they kissed passionately. The shower seemed to be running with his cum and as Jack stepped wearily out of the cubicle Tina washed his fluids away. After dressing and having a coffee downstairs, Jack put on his coat and gave Tina one last long kiss and they promised to do this again as soon as possible and as Jack said just as he left. "We must experiment more, and often Tina, our motto must be NEVER GIVE UP – IT'S NEVER TOO LATE." To be continued
Frank and Cheryl Ch. 05: Her Test	7,725	4.7	2,110,023	[ "eat it clean", "ffm", "houseparty", "shared", "swinger", "voyeur", "group", "group sex" ]	(Author's note: If you haven't read the previous chapters of "Frank & Cheryl" you might want to, just to know the background on this couple and how they arrived at this point in their building relationship. Physical descriptions: Frank is a divorced 35 year old, 5'-11" tall, 185 pounds and fit; brown crew cut hair, clean shaven, brown eyes. Cheryl is a never married 32 year old, 5'-01" tall, 110 pounds and very small framed. A-cup close-to-but-not-quite- B-cup chest with highly sensitive nipples. Dirty blond hair that she keeps cut short. They are both into fitness, so Cheryl's body, while petite, is curved and firm.) \- - - - - - - - - - The next few weeks passed quite pleasantly as Cheryl's tryst with Tom (see previous chapter) seemed to fuel an even greater sexual fire between them. Cheryl had all but moved into Frank's place, while not yet comfortable enough with their quickly building relationship to surrender her apartment. She still had several months left on her current lease anyway, and they did, on occasion, enjoy the time away from each other. Both of them agreed with the statement, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder," and due to previous relationships they were also familiar with the often-forgotten back half of the thought: "Familiarity breeds contempt." As much as they enjoyed each other's company and always found fun pleasurable ways to fill their time together, both were a bit nervous about making the commitment of moving in and "being stuck" with each other. It almost felt silly since they'd recently acknowledged their feelings for each other and their future was looking bright. They seemed very well suited and complimentary to each other. During the few weeks after Frank's outlook on an open relationship - physically anyway - had been tested by him watching Cheryl play with Tom, they lived what would be a normal life for them. They both worked diligently at their jobs. They enjoyed time together at the gym when they could, but Cheryl's gym was close to her work and Frank's was the one he ran, so they didn't get exercise time together very often. They enjoyed dates and activities and their sex life was certainly above average (so they believed). Cheryl had remained active on the swinger sites that they had joined, not that Frank wouldn't but she seemed to have more time and enjoyed surfing the sites more. She'd found a couple of groups they had joined and was on the lookout for a house party that they could attend. There were a few adult clubs that weren't too far away but for some reason attending such a club didn't appeal to them as much as joining a smaller group of people in the lifestyle. They weren't searching for recreational anonymous sex, but found that they wanted to make friends with other couples in the lifestyle and find just the right folks they "clicked" with to enjoy physically as well as socially. As it worked out, an impromptu house party popped up in one of the groups they'd joined and they found themselves planning to attend the upcoming Saturday evening. It was being held at a member's house about a 45 minute drive away from Frank's and they were planning to just spend the night at Frank's house Saturday anyway. They had a day full of activities planned which included, thanks to the weather predictions, a day of hiking at a nearby state park followed by a shower to get fresh and then (probably) hours of massaging and playing with each other until they crashed. So attending the house party wasn't THAT great a change in plans. They'd still spend the day hiking and then showering - but instead of being alone to play, they'd attend the house party, meet some new folks and (hopefully) find someone to enjoy playing with. The true goal, for Cheryl, was to find a woman she could watch Frank enjoy. Previous conversations, in their early stages of dating, had revealed that neither of them felt physical monogamy was required in a relationship and, in fact, neither of them wanted it. Frank's outlook on this had been tested when he watched Cheryl seduce and play with a guy she met at her gym named Tom. Watching had turned Frank on a lot and Cheryl had certainly enjoyed having both men in the same day. The experience hadn't been repeated - not that Tom wasn't interested. He made suggestive comments to Cheryl every time he saw her at the gym, but their fuckdate had served a purpose for Cheryl and Frank. Cheryl didn't want to play again until she had proven her outlook to Frank as well. It was a matter of keeping things balanced in her mind. She was hoping to find a potential playmate for Frank at the house party so she could watch him with another woman and demonstrate that she was as happy and turned on by him playing as he was when she enjoyed Tom. To say that they were both eager for the weekend was an understatement. Without discussion, they seemed to reduce their sexual interactions for the week. They still spent plenty of time together and a great deal of it was spent naked. They teased and kissed, caressed and had fun... but by some unspoken agreement they avoided intercourse and Cheryl only got Frank one orgasm during the week. It was as if they'd silently agreed to save it up for the weekend and see how the party went. That Saturday morning they woke up leisurely, enjoying not having to get out of bed immediately and laying close, caressing each other, kissing various places on their bodies. Finally Cheryl's grumbling stomach made Frank giggle and they decided to get up. Cheryl's usual "around the house" wear was one of Frank's t-shirts that just barely covered her butt. Frank pulled on a pair of pajama pants and tied them loosely around his waist. His semi-erect cock made a tent at the front and Cheryl had a good time "accidentally" brushing against it, backing her ass up to it, and more through the morning. Food was another carnal pleasure they both enjoyed, and the fact that they were both on strict exercise regimens allowed them to enjoy it more than others thought they could. With their morning coffee they had orange juice, scrambled eggs with diced peppers and onions, and thick sliced bacon. After they ate, slowly and enjoying every bite, they cleaned up the dishes together and got dressed for their day of hiking. The weather had turned out as beautiful as predicted. Both were wearing jeans and hiking boots, but where Frank had on a t-shirt and would be carrying a small pack, Cheryl put on a very tight, cut out at the shoulders and across her back, t-shirt that showed a lot of skin. Normally she'd wear a bra to keep her not-quite-B-cup boobs in place for such an activity, but today she wanted to distract Frank all she could and keep him on sexual edge. Her nipples seemed to stay erect and were constantly visible through the thin material of her shirt. The v-neck front of it was cut low down between her breasts and if it hadn't been so tight, Frank was sure he - and others - would have gotten an eyeful. In Frank's pack was a small lunch for them and a water bottle in either side pocket plus the 3-litre hydration system that was built in. That had been filled with ice before water and it stayed relatively cold through the morning. The park where they were hiking had a rest station several miles from the main park visitor's station and their goal was to get to the rest station for lunch, relax and have lunch there, and then hike back. The distance in between was about seven kilometers and they felt they could do it with time to spare each way if they stayed motivated and didn't get too distracted. Several places along the trail Frank had to help Cheryl with some obstacles simply because of her height and the length of her legs. Just barely over five feet tall Cheryl was petite by anyone's standards. On those occasions, Frank took advantage to get a handful of her sexy ass or brush his hands over her attention-demanding chest. Cheryl knew what he was doing and always accepted his attentions with a smile, adding a tongue-filled passionate kiss to the teasing contact. During one stop for a drink of water, Cheryl "accidentally" spilled some down the front of her shirt, making the material damp. It wasn't a white t-shirt but it was very light gray and became almost opaque. There were no other hikers around at that moment but if they met any on the trail, they'd certainly get an eyeful. Cheryl's nipples were like erect little diamonds and Frank wanted one in his mouth so bad he could just imagine it so clearly he almost tasted it. By the time they got to the rest station and started to unpack their lunch, Cheryl's t-shirt was almost completely dry. There were several other people at the same location, also enjoying a lunch break, so Frank had to keep his desires for her under control. It was the last thing he wanted to do. The week of greatly reduced sexual activity had left him horny as hell and he knew, beyond any doubt, that what Cheryl wanted more than anything was to feel his cock cumming into her. Focusing on the pleasure of the food they'd brought, Frank tried to put that thought out of his mind... but it wasn't easy with his hardening cock causing some discomfort in his jeans. They enjoyed their lunch in a relatively relaxed fashion, eating their wraps and snacks as they discussed some of the sights they'd seen along the hike up. The hike back was a slightly different route and they were looking forward to different views. Frank commented about how the best view he'd seen all morning was Cheryl's sexy ass while she climbed part of the trail in front of him. Cheryl laughed and joked back that she thought it would have been her naked ass peeking out from under his t-shirt that morning in the kitchen. He agreed that was far better and the teasing continued. The trail back was a bit more demanding and left them more thoroughly exercised. Still, they were both in good physical condition and enjoyed the challenges. It wasn't anything they couldn't have done again immediately or the next day. By the time they got back to Frank's car they were nicely sweating and eager for a tall cold drink before they got showered. Once they were back at Frank's house, he got them each a cold beer and poured them into frosted mugs. Cheryl was already up in his bathroom stripped and getting the shower going when he walked in with the drinks. She took hers and took a big sip while he sat his down and stripped out of his hiking clothes. Cheryl smiled when she saw that his cock was already at half-staff again and thought about giving him some relief. She decided not and with a wicked smile gave him a quick peck on the lips while giving his cock a quick caress/stroke with her hand. "Come on," she said with a giggle in her voice, "The shower's already hot." Frank groaned out his frustration and followed her into the large shower stall. As a general rule they enjoyed cleansing each other when they showered together. Soaping up each other's body and using that lather both to caress while they cleaned was a pleasure that often led to more. They had tried washing each other's hair but it hadn't gone well, so they left that bit of romantic scenery to the movies. They'd also discovered that if they didn't do things right, they ended up with soap in their mouths during passionate kisses... so those remained limited in the shower as well. However, that's not to say the shower was without pleasurable interaction. Quite often, after they were thoroughly rinsed, "taste tests" were done to make sure all the soap was indeed rinsed off and that oral exploration often led to orgasms or intercourse which ended in the same result and left them needing to get cleaned up again. It was a good thing Frank's house had dual 50-gallon hot water heaters. Given their plans for the evening, shaving private areas was included in the shower process and that added a level of sexuality to it. It also made the brief taste tests that much more pleasurable. After showering they dressed as if for lounging around the house. Cheryl was once again in one of Frank's t-shirts and he was in his pajama pants. They wanted to dress for the party after eating dinner, which was a large salad for both of them. They wanted to feel full but didn't want anything heavy on their stomachs. Past experience had shown that vigorous sex with a full belly might not be the best idea and both of them were quite open about the fact that they were hoping for rambunctious sex at the party. If they didn't find a suitable partner for Frank, they knew they'd enjoy each other and even the idea of that happening at the party excited them. Neither of them had much shame so if they couldn't find a playmate for Frank, Cheryl said she pretty much planned to ride him to orgasm. She said she felt she owed it to him given how she'd teased him and kept him on edge all week. After eating and cleaning up the dishes they got dressed for the party. Frank put on a pair of tan slacks and a gray dress shirt. He rolled the sleeves up on the shirt and left a couple buttons open at the top. His brown leather belt matched his brown loafers and as much as he wanted to go commando, he knew he wouldn't be comfortable doing such for the evening. Instead, he put on his favorite red pair of boxer briefs. Cheryl's outfit was much easier to put on: it was a tight fitting red tube dress that was low cut in the back, v-cut in the front, fit her very snuggly and stopped not far below her butt. She wore nothing under it and her shapely legs didn't require stockings or hosiery of any kind. She wore a pair of black heels with it. The heels were medium height; not super tall "stripper" heels and not flats. In the car, as Frank drove, Cheryl commented on how horny she was hoping they'd find some naughty fun to get into at the party. As she made that comment, she spread her legs as far as the seat would allow and reached one hand under the hem of her dress to touch herself. "Ah, ah, ah," said Frank, reaching over to pull her hand back out from under her dress and away from her pussy. "None of that. You've made me wait most of the week and given me limited release while keeping me constantly on edge. You have to wait for any kind of stimulation and release at the party." Cheryl pouted playfully but dutifully kept her hands in her lap, away from her wet sex. Frank chuckled at her pout. "Get over it," he said with a smile, and then continued, "AND... aren't we going to this party for the express purpose of finding a playmate I can get into? Isn't tonight supposed to be a test of how well you deal with seeing me with another woman?" Cheryl returned Frank's smile with a big mischievous one of her own. "Oh, we are definitely going to find a woman for you to play with," she replied. "But my pussy is going to get some kind of attention tonight, either from you, another man, a woman or my own hands. I'm as needy for a good fuck and several orgasms as you are to empty your balls!" "Fair enough," said Frank still sporting a grin, and now also sporting half an erection in his pants. "I'm looking forward to seeing what the night will hold." They passed the rest of the ride mostly in silence as they both thought about what might happen at the party. Frank intentionally distracted himself by thinking about changing the oil in his car. The last thing he wanted to do was to walk into a house party with a tent already visible in his pants. They found the house easily enough and there was plenty of parking in the back of the driveway. The house was pretty big and from the emails Cheryl had exchanged with the hostess, they knew it had seven bedrooms. Each bedroom had its own bathroom and the basement was fully finished with two large recreation rooms - what the hostess had referred to as "play rooms" - down there as well. On the back deck, which stretched the entire back length of the house, there was a Jacuzzi the hostess said would hold ten people and tiki torches were already lit around the perimeter of the deck. Frank parked and went around to open Cheryl's door for her. He enjoyed the view between her muscular thighs of her shaven but slightly glistening pussy lips as she stepped one foot out of the car and then the other. He offered her his hand to help her up and then waited as she adjusted her dress back down to where it should be. Hand in hand they walked over to the side entry of the house, as they'd been instructed via email from the hostess. They'd been told that normally it would be expected for them to bring a snack dish and something for the bar, but since this was their first time, they had simply made a cash donation to the hostess online. Apparently, that arrangement made the first time experience slightly less stressful. Not that Frank or Cheryl was feeling very stressed. They were both nervously excited but also very eager to see what the evening would hold. They let themselves in the side door, as directed, and found themselves entering the house through a very large and well-appointed kitchen. There were already three couples milling around and Frank saw more down the hallway in what looked like a living room. The first person to greet them was Melanie, their hostess. She was a medium height blond with a figure that spoke to a lot of time in the gym. Her outfit was comprised of what looked like a single piece jumpsuit with short legs. It had a tank-top design with a button down front and it looked like it buttoned all the way down into the crotch. Cheryl glanced briefly and saw either buttons or snaps on the insides of either leg as well, so if every button was unbuttoned and every snap was unsnapped, the outfit would be essentially a wrap that was hanging on Melanie's shoulders. As it she wore it, the top five or six buttons were undone and her cleavage was plentiful. Cheryl was often envious of women with that kind of cleavage, but, on the other hand, her own not-quite-B-cup breasts would never sag much no matter how old she got or how little she wore a bra. Melanie welcomed them in and hugged them both, giving Frank a peck on the cheek as she did so. The hugs weren't the "nice to meet you, keep my hips away, light arm touch" kind of hugs either. The hug she gave Cheryl was head to toe and when she hugged Frank it was with both arms and one of her hands was well below his waist as she pulled him closer to give him that peck on the cheek. He was sure she felt his semi-erection press against her and the smile she had when she broke the hug told him she not only didn't mind, but was quite delighted. Being the gracious hostess to the first timers... the "newbies"... Melanie introduced them around to the couples that were in the kitchen and then escorted them down to the living room to introduce them to the couple there as well as her husband, Keith. Keith was about the same height as Melanie which made him shorter than average, but that wasn't what first caught Frank or Cheryl's attention. The fact that he was wearing only a pair of boxers and his body fat looked about 5% was of immediate notice. Cheryl also noted what looked like a completely flaccid yet still fairly large piece of equipment contained in Keith's boxers. Although it felt odd, Frank shook Keith's hand, complimented him on the house and thanked him for the invitation. Melanie spoke up to offer them a tour of the house and to go over the rules of the party. She mentioned there was another new couple that was coming and she wanted to wait until they arrived so she only had to give the tour once. Frank and Cheryl followed her back to the kitchen where they each got something to drink and tried to settle in to comfortable chit chat with the other couples, whose names it would take them a little while to learn. Within a half hour, all the couples who were supposed to be attending had arrived and Frank was quite pleased to see that they all looked like they took some pride in themselves. One of the men and two of the women were what most would call "bomb shell" good looking, but even the average looking folks - which is what Frank felt he and Cheryl were - were well built and fit, ranging from slim to curvy for the women. All of the personalities seemed open and social and the conversation was filled with jokes and sexual innuendoes. Melanie had introduced Frank and Cheryl to the other "new" couple, Mary and Rod. They had been in the lifestyle for almost a decade and had been to more house parties than they could remember, but they were from the next state over and this was the first time they'd attended a party with this particular group at Melanie and Keith's house. Mary was a beautiful blond, almost as tall as Frank and with a cheerleader's body and wearing a dress that was about the same length as Cheryl's but not as tight. Rod was a bit taller and a lot thicker. He wasn't quite FAT... but he was getting close and had displayed the only personality that wasn't open, friendly and social. He had been very quiet and what little he spoke was just bare minimum courtesy. He seemed to follow his wife around and Frank noticed several times that the look on Rod's face as Mary socialized, joked and flirted wasn't approving. Rod looked almost aggravated. Melanie took the four of them - Frank, Cheryl, Mary and Rod - on the promised tour of the house and Frank had enjoyed several opportunities to ogle Mary's body as he followed her up flights of stairs or through hallways. Of course, he also enjoyed ogling Cheryl and noticed that, from just the right angle, as he followed her up one set of stairs in the back of the house, her dress rose up enough with each step he could get a peek of her shaved sex. After noticing that, he made sure that either Mary or Rod was behind Cheryl every time they were going up any stairs. He wondered if Cheryl realized what was going on and the minor show she was giving. After getting a full tour of the house, seeing all the potential play rooms, both private and more group oriented, Frank found himself settling into a large recliner in the living room with Cheryl sitting in his lap, chatting with Mary and Rod who were on a love seat across from them, a low coffee table in between. At the beginning of the conversation Cheryl's legs are primly together as they chat, but Frank realizes as time passes that Cheryl is gradually relaxing and soon her legs aren't as closely held together as they were. Soon her thighs are just far enough apart that the couple across from them may have a view up her short dress, to see her bare pussy. With that realization in his mind, Frank started paying attention to where Mary and Rod's eyes focused. While he couldn't understand how any man wouldn't enjoy looking at Cheryl's sexy shaven womanhood, Frank observes that Rod is actually barely looking at either of them, seemingly more interested in the room's decorations. Mary, on the other hand, can't seem to get enough of looking between Cheryl's spread thighs. With his focus on observing Mary and Rod's behavior, Frank had neglected to pay attention to the conversation being held, mostly between Cheryl and Mary and, as a result, he was surprised when Cheryl suddenly stood up off his lap, jerked her head toward the kitchen and said to Mary, "Let's go refresh our drinks." Mary had a smile on her face when she stood up and agreed, asking her husband if he wanted anything. Rod's response was a gruff sounding negative and Frank almost wanted to get up to go with the women. He was starting to feel like this guy was a genuine asshole. In the kitchen Cheryl and Mary refilled their wine glasses and Cheryl put her hand on Mary's arm to stop her from going straight back to the living room. "Hey," said Cheryl with a smile on her face, "let me talk to you in here for a second." "Sure," said Mary, "stepping out of the busiest part of the kitchen and over to an out of the way corner. "What's up?" Cheryl took a breath but the smile never left her face. "Well," she explained, "Frank and I are here for a rather specific purpose tonight..." Mary interrupted her with a huge grin. "For sex?" and then she chuckled. "Well, yeah," Cheryl replied with a bigger smile and a chuckle of her own, "I think we're all here for that." She let Mary's joke have a few moments of appreciation and then continued. "But this is our first house party as a couple and we're kinda here to use it as a test opportunity." "Oh," said Mary, with a bit of surprise in her tone. "Okay... what are you guys up to?" Cheryl thought about how she wanted to phrase her answer before answering. "See, we're a relatively new couple. We've only been together a few months but we've talked a lot and neither of us is into physical monogamy... or at least we don't think so." She paused to collect her thoughts before going on. "We've tested his outlook... a few weeks ago. He watched me fuck another guy. Not only was he not jealous or hurt, it turned him on and we fucked like rabbits afterward." Mary interrupted her again. "And tonight is supposed to be the night you all test your outlook? You have to watch him fuck another woman and see how you react?" "I don't HAVE to," replied Cheryl firmly. "I WANT to. I think the idea of seeing another woman enjoy what I get all I want of is hot. He's a dandy lover and decently equipped and oh my god but he's got strong skilled hands..." "But?" prompted Mary. "But," finished Cheryl, "we agreed to making sure we were both 100% right about how we thought we felt, so to honor our agreement and move things forward for us, we're here tonight to find a woman for him to play with while I watch." Mary thought about that for a moment as Cheryl looked at her, searching for a reaction; looking for any negative response; alert for any judgment that might not be welcoming. Mary's response was a final question. "And you want me to be your test subject?" Cheryl had to laugh. "I hadn't thought of it quite that way, but yeah. I mean, look at you..." she gestured down and up Mary's buxom form. "You're everything I'm not physically. You're tall for a woman, curvy where I'm slim, and busty where I'm not. I bet he'd have a good time with you and I KNOW you'd have a good time with him." "It's hard to beat that kind of recommendation," Mary replied, grinning. "What about you?" she asked. "What are you going to be doing while I'm playing with your man?" "Well," said Cheryl, "I'll be there watching. Whether I do it playing with myself or playing with your man is kind of up to you all. I haven't gotten the impression that Rod is real interested in me. I figured he just doesn't find petite women very appealing." "Oh, it's not that," Mary assured her. "He's just not happy with himself and it's been spilling over into everything in our lives. We've been together a long time and swinging was originally his idea. He has a hard time, and has for quite some time now, with the fact that some women do find him attractive, some women don't. Most men find me attractive and even if they don't think I'm beautiful, I still have a pussy and if there's one thing you can count on: men want a new pussy to fuck." Cheryl laughed at how forthright Mary was, but had to agree with a nod of her head. Mary continued. "But this conversation has me wet and I want to go enjoy your man, so let's go invite our husbands up to one of the rooms. If Rod wants to play, you're free to enjoy him and he's good in bed. He has an excellent tongue and even as big as he is he'll feel light on top of you." "And if he doesn't want to play?" Cheryl asked. Mary shrugged. "Then fuck him... or actually, don't. He can sit down here and stew for all I care. We came to play, as we have for years, and I'm not going to let his issues ruin my night." "Fair enough," said Cheryl. "Let's go get you laid!" Arm in arm they walked back to the living room, finding their men sitting silent. Frank had tried to initiate a couple different lines of conversation with Rod, but Rod's responses had all been very brief and not open to further conversation. After several attempts, Frank had given up and just decided to wait patiently for his lady to get back. When they came into the room giggling and with hooked arms, he knew something good was up. Once in the room, the women separated and Cheryl came over to Frank, carefully putting her wine glass down on the end table next to the recliner before bending at the waist, pointing her ass at Mary and Rod, and whispering in Frank's ear. "We're going to take this party upstairs and I want to watch you fuck the shit out of Mary." Then she looked at Frank's face, saw the huge smile and leaned in to kiss him with high levels of passion. Unhappy voices from across the room interrupted them. "No, I'm not leaving with you," said Mary firmly. "We came to play and I'm going upstairs with Frank and Cheryl. Whether or not you come with us is up to you." "No, you're not," said Rod in a rough voice. "We're done with this and we're going home." "You can go home if you want," said Mary. "I can spend the night here or get a hotel room. We drove all the way over here and you never said anything about wanting to leave the lifestyle until just now. That's a conversation we can have another time but I came to play... and I'm going to play... and if you don't like it I don't' know what to tell you." "You'd better think hard about this," Rod said in a voice full of warning. "If I leave without you, you won't be welcome back." Frank thought it might be best to try to calm the situation and to keep the party atmosphere happy. "Um, maybe we should..." "Maybe you should shut the fuck up," said Rod loudly. "This doesn't concern you." Then he looked back at his wife and said, "Come on. We're leaving." "No," said Mary firmly and stepping away from him. "I'm not. You do what you want." By that time, Rod's angry voice had been heard from some folks in the kitchen and Keith walked in. "Everything okay in here?" Keith asked, his tone obviously designed to lighten the mood. "No it's not," replied Rod. "You're party sucks and we're leaving." Mary looked at Keith and quickly said, "Ignore my husband please. He's frustration is caused by a lack of communication prior to us coming here and now he's upset that I don't want to leave." Quickly reading the situation Keith nodded at Mary and turned back to Rod. "Well, Rod... You are welcome to stay and have a good time if you'd like, and you're certainly free to go if you want, but you'll understand if we don't really want any type of domestic quarrels held in the midst of our party." Rod looked around and realized that everyone in the room was looking at him... and most of the looks said he was an asshole. He nodded. With one last look at his wife he asked her, "You coming?" She just shook her head in response. He nodded again. Finding some level of decorum he extended his hand to Keith and said, "Thank you for your hospitality." Keith shook his hand and replied, "You're more than welcome anytime. Thanks for coming." Even as he said the words he was turning Rod toward the kitchen and the door. Frank, Cheryl and Mary, along with a couple other guests, all stood watching Rod leave. The mood had been spoiled somewhat but with Rod gone, it lightened up almost as quickly as it had been brought down. Mary turned around to face Frank and Cheryl, looked at Cheryl briefly and then stepped closer to Frank. Putting her arms around him she pulled him into a very passionate kiss, swirling her tongue around his, wrestling with it, sucking on it... dragging her teeth along it and then pulling away. The startled but quite pleased look on Frank's face was what she was hoping to see and with her arms still around him Mary looked over to Cheryl and asked, "Will you two please take me upstairs and use me so hard I forget all about my husband?" Cheryl's return smile was big as she stepped in and put her arms around both Frank and Mary. "First, you're going to pleasure my man... and then we can get around to the mutual use of you." "Sounds like a plan," Mary agreed quickly and they all started toward the stairs. Frank let Cheryl lead the way and he made sure to get behind Mary on the stairs as well. He enjoyed the view of her ass swinging back and forth as she went up the stairs and couldn't resist reaching out to grab handfuls of her ass cheeks as they went. Mary gave an extra twitch of her hips in response and giggled at his touch. Frank didn't feel any panties under Mary's dress, but she wasn't far enough ahead of him on the stairs for him to get a look... so he simply pulled up the back of her dress instead and saw that she had on a thong. Mary slapped his hands away when she felt the cool breeze on her butt and giggled again. "Not yet," she said. "Soon enough!" At the top of the stairs, on the second floor, Frank realized that Cheryl had Mary by the hand and was leading her down the hallway toward an open door. It was one of the bedrooms with a queen size bed that they'd been shown earlier by Melanie. Cheryl led Mary in, Frank followed and then Cheryl closed the door behind them. Almost as if she was eager to get on with whatever lay ahead, Mary reached up and back behind her neck, with her back still to them, and pulled the tie there. Her dress fell forward and off her shoulders and she hooked her thumbs in it at her waist to finish pushing it down and off. Her skimpy sheer black bra matched her thong but must have hooked in front as Frank watched her shrug it back and off her shoulders and down her arms, letting it fall wherever it landed. Without pause she pushed her barely existent thong down and off, leaving it on the floor at her feet as well. Only when she was fully naked did she turn to look at Frank and Cheryl, neither of whom had moved as they watched her undress. Realizing she had their full attention, Mary smiled and struck a pose. "You like?" she asked, spreading her arms out and giving her full chest a brief shimmy. "Very much," answered Frank as he began to unbutton his shirt. "Ah, ah," said Cheryl, seeing what he was doing and stopping him. "That's our job," she said. Mary heard her and understood, stepping over to help. Together they unbuttoned his shirt and took it off of him. As Cheryl worked his belt and the button of his slacks, Mary carefully pulled down the zipper, intentionally rubbing her hands across the growing lump in his crotch beneath. Cheryl knelt to pull his pants down his legs as he kicked out of his loafers and then stepped out of his slacks. Cheryl tossed them aside. Mary mimicked her actions, also kneeling in front of Frank, but pulling down his boxer-briefs as she went, freeing his cock which bounced out in front of her, nearly already fully erect and with a smear of precum on the swollen head. "Oh, yum," said Mary with a smile... and then she leaned forward to engulf Frank's cockhead in her mouth. Frank groaned out his pleasure but quickly looked over at Cheryl to gauge her response to the situation. What he saw was Cheryl's dress hitting the floor right before she stepped over to put one arm around him, one hand on the back of Mary's head pushing it farther down onto him, and leaning up for a kiss. As he swirled his tongue with Cheryl's he felt Mary's tongue swirling around the tender and sensitive crown of his manhood. Another moan rolled out of him and Cheryl broke their kiss with a big smile on her face. "Enjoy," she said, smiling up at him. Then leaning down toward Mary, she grasped a handful of the woman's hair and pushed her head even harder down on Frank's cock. "Suck and fuck him well," she said, pausing for a moment before finishing, "and if you earn it, I'll eat his cum out of you when you're done." Frank nearly came just on hearing that statement but the strongest reaction seem to come from Mary who popped off Frank's cock, looked at Cheryl in surprise and then, after having registered what was said, sucked Frank's length back into her mouth with a renewed vigor. Cheryl left Frank standing there with Mary on her knees before him, sucking his cock like his cum was oxygen and she was suffocating. To enjoy the show, Cheryl stepped over to one corner of the head of the bed, slid onto it and leaned back against the headboard, cushioned by the stack of pillows that was there. With one leg crooked open on the bed and the other hanging off the side, Cheryl let her hands wander down between her thighs. With one hand she slid a finger into her wetness and with the other she began to rub and circle her clit while she enjoyed the show. Looking over at his girlfriend and seeing that she was enjoying what she was seeing, Frank looked back down at Mary, tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her face harder onto his cock. Something about her demeanor had suggested she liked being controlled and that was what he was doing now. Holding her head with two handfuls of hair, held just tight enough she could feel the pull on her scalp, Frank was no longer enjoying a hungry blowjob from Mary; instead, he was fucking her face. He enjoyed doing so for several minutes, ranging his push from making her gag on his length to stroking quickly back and forth, enjoying the hot wetness of her mouth just like he planned to do with her pussy. Having had enough of standing there face-fucking her, Frank released his hold with one hand and pulled his length from her mouth. "Get on the bed," he ordered her, guiding her with the one handful of hair he still had. "Lay on your back," he added as she crawled onto the bed. Mary did as she was told and ended up with her head right next to Cheryl's knee, her feet just hanging off the end of the bed. Frank looked down at her naked body, appreciated her curves, took in how erect her nipples were and realized her legs were not open... at all. Frank looked at the smooth slit of her pussy and then up at her face and their eyes met. Frank didn't say anything but the look on his face said, "Don't you think you ought to open your thighs and offer yourself to me?" Holding his gaze and clearly understanding his unspoken thoughts, Mary slowly spread her legs apart keeping her knees straight until she couldn't get her thighs any farther spread that way, and then bending her knees until her legs were spread as wide as she could get them. Her pussy was wet and puffy and Frank could easily see her clit peeking out at the top of her slit. "Very good," he said and then, without another word, he bent to taste her. The groan that rolled out of Mary and the thrusting reaction of her hips at the first contact of his tongue told him all he needed to know about how horny and in need she was. Reaching under her legs with each arm, he put his hands around her hips and held her in place as he teased between her thighs with his tongue. From either side of her puckered backdoor, up the outside of her thick pussy lips, across the top and back down the other side he teased her with his tongue. Back up the inside of one thick lip, just barely separating that from the fleshy inner vulva he licked so gently, across her clit like a whispered breeze and then back down the other side between vulva and outer lip. And then Mary gasped and her hips exploded upward as he thrust his tongue against her puckered rosebud and held it firmly against her, splitting her and penetrating her slightly as he licked her from bottom to top, forcing his tongue against her sensitive clit and rolling around that buzzing nub as it moved side to side and around against his swirling licking tongue. Briefly Frank glanced up and over at Cheryl, happy to see her fingers moving faster in her sex as she watched him eat this woman. Mary's eyes were closed and her hands were at her chest, her fingers pinching, pulling and twisting her nipples. As Frank watched, his mouth now sucking Mary's clit as his tongue began to thrash it, Cheryl pulled one hand away from her pussy, her fingers glistening with her slick juices, and reached over to grab one of Mary's breasts. Mary pulled her own hand away and arched her back up as Cheryl pinched and pulled on that nipple, even harder than Mary had been doing to herself. That just-on-the-edge-of-too-much-pleasure-and-not-quite-painful stimulation combined with Frank's sucking/licking on her clit pushed Mary over the cliff and into her first orgasm. Frank kept sucking and licking until Mary's convulsion of pleasure seemed to start to pass and then he backed off, but not completely, keeping just enough stimulation going for Mary to ease down off her peak until her body had relaxed onto the bed and he felt the tension go out of her. As he kissed around Mary's pussy and all over her now swollen and red lips, Frank heard Cheryl ask, "Can my man fuck you bareback?" "Yesssss!" Mary hissed out her answer. "Are you clean?" asked Cheryl, pulling hard on the nipple still between her fingers. Mary arched her back in response to the stimulation and hissed out another positive response. "Yesss!" Looking down at Frank, Cheryl said, "Fuck her, baby. Slide that delicious cock of yours into her and use her the way she said she wanted. Fuck her so hard she forgets her husband and is nothing but your cum receptacle." Frank moved up on the bed, kneeling between Mary's spread thighs, lifting them just slightly and lining up his cock without having to hold it. He looked down to see the precum from his shaft dripping into the split between Mary's open pussy lips, mixing with her wetness and shining with how open and ready she was. Guiding himself carefully with the angle of his hips, he moved slightly back and forth, rubbing his cockhead over and across Mary's clit, making her squirm with pleasure and frustration. He kept doing it until she finally couldn't take it anymore. "Stop teasing me!" she demanded. "Just fuck me already!" Frank didn't stop but instead looked over at Cheryl, seeing that her eyes were locked on the connection between his cock and Mary's pussy. He could see that his girlfriend was eager to watch him penetrate this woman. She looked as hungry for it as Mary sounded. "Do it, baby," Cheryl encouraged him, looking up at him only briefly before looking back down at his cock as it rubbed up and down on Mary's slit. "Put it in her. Fuck her." Readjusting his angle and pushing Mary's thighs harder apart to hold her in place he put his cockhead at her wet entrance, looked at her face and then slowly pushed forward. Mary's pussy was tight and grasping as his cock opened her, first the head stretching her open and then his shaft stretching her ever deeper until his full length was buried in her and his balls were resting against her backdoor. Once full penetration had been achieved, he ground his cock in and around, rotating his hips to stir his hard shaft around in her depths and to let her feel how deep his cock was in her body. Mary groaned out an inarticulate appreciation caused by the full feeling in her pussy. Cheryl's eyes never left the sight of his cock fully buried in Mary's sex. "Oh, god that's hot," Cheryl said, returning both her hands to her own pleasure and cumming just moments later. Frank started moving, thrusting his length in and out of Mary's wet sex, holding her legs open wide and pushed back with his hands on her inner thighs and the larger part of his weight resting on them. Holding his weight that way made it easier to jackhammer his cock into her and he was definitely enjoying how wet, open and welcoming her pussy was. He could hear the squelching sounds as her wetness clutched his pistoning shaft and the wet slapping of his balls with every thrust against her sexy spread ass. As he plunged his cock in and out of Mary he glanced over at Cheryl to see her watching them carefully. Her legs were spread wide and she had one hand circling her clit in quick movements while her other hand was thrusting three fingers in and out of her sex. She was chewing on her bottom lip and Frank knew it wouldn't be long before she'd cum... if she hadn't already. The thought of Cheryl's orgasm made him think about giving Mary another one, so as he kept thrusting his length in and out of her, he moved his left hand... getting his thumb spit soaked and then rolling it around Mary's erect clit. Her reaction was large and immediate as her hips flexed and a deep rolling groan escaped her throat. Her head fell back as her eyes rolled up and the spasms of her orgasm seemed to energize her body, causing tremors to move through her until the peak of her orgasm had passed. Frank kept his pace of stroke steady until the tremors were all gone from Mary's body and then he began to use her in earnest. Cheryl watched as Frank changed his body position just slightly, his weight on his hands on either side of Mary's waist. The thrusts of his hips got harder and faster and were timed just so that as the bed's springs were pushing Mary's body up, Frank's hips were slamming down. He moved as fast as it seemed the bed could spring back and the slapping of his pelvis against Mary was loud as well as sounding sticky. Mary's moans of pleasure grew and seemed constant as Frank's breathing got heavier and he could feel his orgasm approaching. Cheryl knew the signs and began to encourage him. "Do it, baby! Cum hard. Bury it deep and fill her up!" Looking over to meet Cheryl's eyes, Frank never slowed his pace and added extra strength to his thrusts as Mary's sounds of pleasure grew in response. Frank felt his balls just beginning to tighten and maintained his pace until he finally felt his orgasm peak. He wanted to keep moving but the convulsion of his climax prevented it, forcing his hips forward and keeping his cock buried fully into Mary's clutching pussy as he spit rope after thick sticky rope of hot cum into her depths. Cheryl came again at the sight of her man cumming into another woman... especially such a sexy woman who seemed to be enjoying it so much. As Frank's orgasm began to taper off he thrust his hips again at a much slower pace; a pace that maximized the length and intensity of his orgasm, helping to empty as much cum from him into Mary as his body could manage. His eyes stayed locked on Cheryl's until his cock stopped pulsing inside of Mary and then he began to let himself relax. Cheryl saw what was happening, read her man's body language and moved over to get her head close to where his cock was just starting to wilt inside of Mary's now saturated and well fucked pussy. Frank slid his cock slowly out of Mary and watched as Cheryl lowered her face between Mary's still wide spread thighs. As Frank's cock slipped free, Cheryl's mouth immediately wrapped around it, sucking it in balls deep and he could feel her tongue working around it, back and forth as she sucked him. It only took her a few seconds to get his cock cleaned of his cum and Mary's juices. Then it was Frank's turn to sit back and watch as Cheryl began to lick all around Mary's fucked-open hole, catching the mix of Frank's leaking sperm load and Mary's wetness as they flowed out. From the foot of the bed, resting on his heels, Frank watched Cheryl work between Mary's legs, licking and sucking her pussy until Mary began to react once again, another orgasm flowing through her body and her thighs trembling as Cheryl's tongue worked her clit. The three of them rested a bit, catching their breath and relaxing on the bed, completely comfortable with their mutual nudity and delighting in the appearance of Mary's well pleasured sex. After ten or fifteen minutes had passed, Frank's cock began to slowly rise again in response to the presence of these two sexy women and Cheryl took notice of it. With a smile at Frank, Cheryl then looked over at Mary and asked her to lay down on her back with her feet toward the head of the bed. Mary didn't hesitate to do so and Cheryl mounted her in the 69 position with her ass pointed at Frank. Looking back over her shoulder at her boyfriend, Cheryl said, "It's my pussy's turn, baby. Fuck me hard, fuck me fast and don't stop until your cum is spilling out of me." Without waiting for a response, she then turned and lowered her head, returning her mouth to Mary's pussy. Mary's moan said Cheryl was doing something right and Frank's cock finished growing to full erection. Frank started to reach for Cheryl's ass cheeks to grasp and pull them open, spreading her pussy at the same time, but Mary stopped him. "Let me do that," she said and she did. She reached around Cheryl's petite hips, getting each hand full of ass cheek and pulling them apart. Cheryl was well spread for Frank's use and he didn't take any extra time getting his length buried into Cheryl's needy sex. With Mary still holding Cheryl spread open, Frank grasped his girlfriend's hips and began his thrusting, giving her exactly what she'd ordered him to: he fucked her hard and fast and had no intention of slowing down until he'd cum again. Frank was silently happy that he and Cheryl were both such fitness buffs because his second orgasm always took its time building and finishing. By the time he felt it beginning, Cheryl had enjoyed several orgasms as the result of his thrusting and Mary's exploring tongue. Frank didn't slow his thrusting at all as he felt his cock swell that last little bit and tighten with the beginnings of his orgasm. He toyed with the idea of pulling out and cumming into Mary's mouth or on her face, but Cheryl had asked him to cum deep into her, just as he had Mary, and he gave her what she wanted. When his climax peaked he pulled Cheryl's hips hard back against his pelvis, thrusting his straining cock into her as deep as it would reach and let go. More of his hot cum spilled from him and into Cheryl's clutching sex while Mary aggressively licked at Cheryl's clit from underneath. The resulting pleasure for Cheryl was such that as Frank's cock spit its last globs of cum into her, Mary's tongue on her clit inspired another orgasm. Cheryl's pussy began to spasm and pulse and the squeezing of her muscles pushed Frank's cum out around his length, dripping down into Mary's mouth and across her cheeks. Frank couldn't see that of course. All he could do was enjoy the sensations of his orgasm flowing through him and then beginning to pass mixed with the occasional stroke of Mary's tongue across his now emptied balls. When he pulled out of Cheryl and sat back, just as he had with Mary, he looked down to see Mary lift her head, licking her mouth onto Cheryl's fucked-open pussy where she returned the favor of being eaten clean. Ten minutes later found them all in the shower together getting cleaned up. Shortly after that they were mostly redressed and back in the living room having a drink and letting their bodies continue to calm down. Cheryl made sure that Mary had her phone number and Mary gave hers to both of them. They had a brief discussion about Rod and his outlook but Mary explained it wasn't a surprise. Since he'd been letting his physical condition slip he'd been having less and less fun at the house parties and other swinger events; after all, what woman wanted sex with a sloppy soft overweight guy? Mary worked to keep herself in shape even though she had a curvy body and was never at a loss for play partners at any party they attended. Part of Rod's solution had been increasing the amount he drank and giving Mary a hard time about enjoying other men, apparently conveniently forgetting that getting into the lifestyle had originally been his idea anyway. The end result of all of it for Mary was that while she loved her husband and hoped he'd come around, she didn't hold out much hope for him to make any positive changes and she predicted that it would finally mean either she'd have to leave the lifestyle - which she really didn't want to do and didn't think she should have to - or Rod would end up leaving her - something she really didn't want to have happen but wasn't sure she could avoid short of them finding a way to reconnect and start enjoying the lifestyle together again. As the evening wound down, Cheryl and Frank said their goodnights and headed back to Frank's place for the night. In the car, during the ride, Cheryl commented about how she thought this was a pretty fair test of her reaction to seeing Frank with another woman and how, between this and her playtime with Tom a few weeks before, it seemed like they had confirmed their feelings and outlook. Their relationship seemed strong and growing and they seemed perfectly at ease enjoying other sex partners along the way. Frank fully agreed and they enjoyed falling asleep later that night, naked and snuggled close together. Cheryl was still horny and wanting more but Frank was fairly fucked out. He joked about how she could wake him up in the morning and she assured him that was no joke. If she wasn't getting any more that night, she WAS going to get some in the morning so he should expect to wake up to her getting him hard and wanting him inside her. Frank didn't see any reason to complain and fell asleep looking forward to waking up.
1: Educating Kaylee Ch. 09	54,086	4.51	654,595	[ "romance novella", "drama", "enlisting", "luke", "kaylee" ]	XIII -- But We Need To Talk "What do you mean he took off," Kaylee heard Ryan whisper to Jeff, angrily but softly, as she opened the bathroom door. "Dude," Jeff whispered back in his deep voice, unaware their conversation was no longer private, "I don't know. I mean, I gave him his phone; he had a voicemail so he called it, and whoever left that message really pissed him off. I've never seen your boy so angry. He just tossed me the phone and bolted." Kaylee, standing in the doorway, gasped loud enough for the two men to hear her. They froze, halting their conversation, slowly turning towards her. It's all my fault! OhmyGod please no, I can't believe this is happening, was all she could think, recalling the nasty voicemail she sent him. "Kaylee, are you ok," Ryan asked her gently. It was obvious to her that Luke's dad was up to date on the latest "Luke-and-Kaylee" drama. Kaylee wanted to cry, but she was in too much shock. She felt sick to her stomach. She ran towards Jeff, snatching the phone out of his hand, and then ran out of the house. All she could think of was finding Luke. It was like the time when he ran out of the house after she saw Aaron's old videos of Luke pouring his heart out, trying to chase him down, except this time it was much, much worse. The last time he left was because of embarrassment but this time it was because of anger. Anger at her. He couldn't have gone far since his Challenger was totaled and his mom and dad's car were still at the house, meaning he left by foot. She couldn't chase him down barefoot, so she ran to her car. Ryan ran after her calling, "Kaylee, wait!" Without hesitation Kaylee jumped inside and took off, ignoring him. Driving down the road, fumbling with her seatbelt, she frantically dialed Luke's voicemail on his phone as if she had to hear the evidence of her own self-destruction with her own ears. No, no, no... this is not happening, please Lord... this is NOT happening! The phone chimed, "You have one message, sent today, twelve-thirteen A.M." She heard her own voice on his phone, spewing venomously, "Luke, you're a BASTARD! I can't believe you didn't show up for my play. I can't even believe..." She hung up the phone in disgust, wiping her tears out of her eyes so she could see the road. Kaylee was incredibly angry with herself, but then again, it was her anger that put her in this situation. Her uncontrollable, fiery temper. She had no one to blame but herself, and she knew it. In a way, it was almost satirical; whenever her temper flared up in the past, even when used as a last resort, she would end up getting her own way. It didn't matter if it was with her parents or with her friends. Countless meltdowns and tantrums, kicking her legs and pounding her fists on the floor, worked like a charm until her preteen years. After that, if she really wanted something and was told no, all it usually took was screaming. Thinking back, she realized it was early on in her life that she used her anger as a problem-solving tool. It was practically ingrained in her, like that one Russian guy with the bell and the dog. Throw a tantrum, parents give in. Throw a tantrum, parents give in. Most of the guys she dated she didn't really need to throw a tantrum with. The ones she chose always did what she said, and in the rare instances that they didn't, all she had to do was pout and -- problem solved. Or just boot them, if she was bored enough. Most guys became stale and boring after a few months anyway. But Luke wasn't most guys. But here was something -- or, someone -- she wanted more than anything, and her anger completely backfired on her. Now she was likely to lose the only thing she ever really, truly cared about. Shakespeare would have a field day with this. If only she had listened to Audrey! Of course Luke wouldn't have stood her up intentionally. He was in a fucking car accident! And where was she? Cursing at him behind his back. Exploding like an uncontrollable volcano. Kaylee wondered when the exact moment was that Luke's car flipped over. She wondered what she was doing. Was she off stage bitching to Audrey about how irresponsible he was? Was that the same moment in time when she told Audrey he was an asshole? She had to find him and explain what happened, begging for forgiveness on her hands and knees if she had to. In the dirt, hands clasped together, reaching out for his foot. She couldn't get any lower, so it was only appropriate. Desperation was new to her, but she'd grovel if she had to; she'd do anything to get him to take her back. He had to forgive her; he just had to. \--- "Kaylee, calm down, I can't understand a word you're saying," Audrey said, listening to the phone intently with her finger in her other ear, still lying in her bed. "I-I-I..." Kaylee sobbed, trying to form a sentence. "Kaylee, slow down. Focus, and take a deep breath." "Luke... I left Luke a message. He..." Audrey sighed, "Oh, Kaylee, please tell me you didn't blow up at him." "Mmmhmm..." Kaylee whimpered. "Ok, hun, I'll be right over. Just give me a few minutes to get dressed." \--- "I knew this was going to happen, Kaylee," Audrey sighed to herself as she rang the doorbell. Kaylee answered the door; she looked terrible, and it wasn't because she had just awakened. In fact, Audrey guessed that as bad as she looked, she probably never went to bed. Whatever happened last night must have been really awful. Her dried mascara stained her face, but she wasn't crying anymore. It looked to Audrey like she had run out of tears. This disheveled zombie-type look was frightening; Audrey would have rather seen Kaylee cry. This completely and utterly defeated look was something she had never seen from her best friend. It was obvious the stress of whatever happened had completely sapped her energy and drained her will. Kaylee didn't so much as say hi. She left the door open and turned around, walking back. Audrey noted how her head hung and shoulders slouched as she walked, a far cry from her normal perfect-princess posture. This was bad, absolutely bad. How did Kaylee manage to push Luke away, and better yet turn her into the walking dead? Whatever she did, it was going to take a lot to undo. If it could be undone. "I couldn't find him anywhere," Kaylee said without turning around. She fell forward and collapsed on the couch. "Um," Audrey started, trying to figure out what she should say, "So what exactly happened, hun? Do you want to talk about it?" No tears fell but her lip quivered as she answered, "I left Luke a really hurtful message. I called him a bastard and told him I never wanted to see again." Audrey couldn't help but wince, and Kaylee noticed. "That's not the worst part. You were right; he wouldn't have missed my play if there wasn't a good reason for it." For the first time, Kaylee made eye contact with Audrey. "He was in a car accident, Audrey. He flipped his fucking Challenger. To make matters even worse, he got out of his car and went to help the other car that crashed, dragging the guy out just before his car went up in flames. He... he was my hero, but when he did that... he became like a real hero. And I...I..." Kaylee couldn't finish, but she couldn't cry either. Audrey moved over to the couch and sat next to her, letting Kaylee put her head on her shoulder. She sniffed, "Luke should be putting his head on my shoulder right now. I should be comforting him, and instead I chased him away. And I couldn't find him." "Well," Audrey said, trying to encourage her, "He's probably at home now. Just give him some time; he's been through a lot. And then, when the time is right, you can e-bomb him with apologies and I'm-so-sorries." Surprisingly, Audrey noticed Kaylee actually smiled when she said that; it wasn't a huge smile, but it proved that there were still signs of life within her. She continued, "Maybe you can even call him. And if he doesn't pick up, at least he can hear your sweet loving voice on his voicemail." Audrey lost her when she mentioned the word 'voicemail'; Kaylee broke out into a sob. Apparently it brought back painful memories of the last voicemail she left Luke. Audrey quickly added, trying to get Kaylee back on track, "Just let him know how sorry you are. You want him back, right?" Kaylee nodded against her shoulder. "Then give him time, and be receptive. And if you need to vent, you know I'll always be here for you." She sighed, "I just can't believe how badly I screwed up. I mean, not only have I lost Luke, but I also lost his entire family. His parents are so much better than mine! I mean, they're like better parents to me, even. They've showed me more attention and affection in the last few months than my parents have since I was born! His mother and I were finally starting to get along, which is saying something. Mother bear is so overprotective of him I thought she was going to claw my head off a few different times. Whenever I looked lustfully at Luke, she could tell. It was like she could sniff it out. So the fact that she was loosening up around me... and now I've done this! And Faith! She looked up to me, and I loved her like a little sister. She'll never speak to me again, and I don't blame her." "Listen to me, hon. If they're really like your family, remember that families forgive each other. Even if it takes time. You're a great girl, and if they're as special as you say they are, they'll take you back in. Just be patient." This time, Kaylee smiled a real smile, finding a possible narrow ray of hope shine down through the storm clouds. "Thank you, Audrey," she whispered. "You're a good friend." Audrey snickered, "Oh, and one more piece of advice? Go take a shower and clean up. He probably won't be stopping by your house any time soon, but you never know. You don't want him to think you stink." With a fatigued giggle, Kaylee flipped her off before she walked down the hall to take a shower. Audrey couldn't help but smile as she noticed there was at least a little bit of saunter back in her step, showing she was a little closer to that perfect-princess posture once again. \--- "I know it sucks, buddy," Ryan told Luke as he stepped into the garage. "But you can't keep moping around. It's been over a month since you and Kaylee broke up." "Dad, I don't want to talk about it," Luke sighed, setting the weights down on the concrete floor of the garage. He went over to the shorter of the two workbenches to grab a towel and wipe the sweat off of his face. "Alright, but at least I said it. Had to get it off of my chest. You don't need to leave if you don't want to talk about it." Ryan walked over to the longer workbench, the one with the tools scattered all over. "Your 'uncle' Jeff never cleans my crap up," Ryan sighed, grabbing a couple of wrenches and putting them back in the toolbox. "I only forgive him because he's helping fix up your Challenger. That man's good with his hands. I never was a natural mechanic; I always had to read about things, especially engines, in order to figure them out." Stretching one of his arms behind his head, Luke gave a wry smile and said, "I guess that's where I get my lack of mechanical skills from then. I can't believe you guys were able to salvage the Challenger. I thought for sure it would be totaled." "You have Jeff, Charlie, and the other guys at work to thank for that one. They're telling me it should be ready in a day or two. You'll still have a few scratches here and there, but for the most part it'll be as good as new. You really impressed a lot of people, buddy," Ryan told his son, putting a few more tools away. "Especially the guys at the firehouse." Luke shrugged, as if to say, "I guess so," or "Maybe." "Hey, speaking of which, graduation is sneaking up. Are you still looking at finishing up at Mountain View Community College?" "Dad, you know I'll be half way done with Mountain View by the time I graduate since I'm taking so many courses and CLEP'ed out of the rest." "Not what I asked. I know you're almost half way done, but you've seemed disenchanted ever since..., well, I'm not sure if it's because of the car crash or because of your split with Kaylee. You were lined up for USC at the beginning of the year, remember?" Luke exhaled, "Dad, please don't start. Mom gives me enough grief about that." Ryan smiled, moving towards the toolbox. He paused, and turned around to face Luke. "Your mom loves you, Luke. She just wants the best for you." It was clear that Luke was getting frustrated and wanted to say something, but Ryan stopped him. "Buddy, I just want to make sure you are doing what you want to be doing. I want to make sure you don't have any regrets. You're grades are good enough to get into just about any college in the country. Just like your mother, I want to see you do the best you possibly can and of course I would have liked to see you get into USC. But, you're practically an adult right now. I'm not going to force you to do what you don't want to do. I think not going to college at all is a mistake but whatever you do, I want you to push yourself, challenge yourself, and most of all I want you to be happy. After all, that's all a parent ever wants for his son or daughter." Ryan could tell that his fatherly wisdom seemed to be sinking in by the way Luke paused to reflect on his words. He couldn't resist smiling on the inside, celebrating one of those rare 'I got through to him' victories. Of course he didn't want to tip his hand and let Luke know that. "So, my question is what do you want to do with your life? What do you want to do after college?" Ryan could tell Luke was pondering his words, but he shrugged and came up empty. "Luke, whatever you want to do, just remember you were made to accomplish anything you set your mind to. Remember the kid you saved in the crash; that took guts. That took heart. Not everyone could have done what you did; not everyone would have had the courage. And above all, buddy, remember that God has a plan for you. Don't forget that. He has a purpose for your life." Crossing his arms and looking downward, deep in thought, Luke slowly nodded, "You're right, dad. I know. I just..." Like any teenager, it wasn't easy for him to talk to his parents about this kind of stuff. But Ryan was patient, and would wait all day if that's what it took. Luke breathed in, trying to reform his words. He said, "I guess a lot has happened lately. I still remember the crash like it was yesterday. And then there's Kaylee. I really miss her. She taught me a lot." Luke grew quiet as if he wanted to say more but was holding back. Ryan gently broke the silence, asking, "Do you still hear from her?" "Yeah, she still calls me sometimes. I really never called her back until last week. It's been nice talking to her. Still, I don't know if I'm ready again. She really hurt me, you know? That awful temper of hers..." he sighed. "And now, she's not really even the same person whenever we talk." Ryan nodded in understanding. "She's probably just a little skittish right now. I know she's like the Princess of the high school, but she's crazy about you. Well," he said, shrugging, "at least that's what your mom tells me. She's good at figuring these things out." Jessica and Ryan had talked about Luke and Kaylee on more than one occasion. After much disagreement over the last several months, Ryan had recently come around, realizing Jessica was probably right. After all, she had an incredible knack for understanding people and knowing what they like and dislike, probably one of the many reasons that made her salon and day spa such a successful business endeavor. "But," he continued, "My point is, she's scared to death of losing you, and as a result, she's not acting like herself. She doesn't want to do anything stupid, so she's walking on eggshells around you." Luke didn't say anything, but he was clearly soaking up his father's words. "Anyway," Ryan said, closing up the tool cabinet, "Just think about what I said. Think about what you want for your future, don't be afraid of challenges, and do what makes you happy. That's all me and your mom can ask for as a parent." With a wink Ryan grabbed a dirty rag, wiped off his hands, and left the garage. \--- Several months had gone by since what Luke had affectionately called "The Accident" had passed, and this was the first time he was finally able to drive his car again. The Challenger was a little worse for wear, but several of his dad's buddies at the fire station gladly volunteered their time to help fix it up the best that they could. It was no secret that they admired Luke's bravery, risking his life to save another, and they couldn't think of a better way to tell him thanks. Luke maintained his humbleness throughout the entire ordeal, avoiding the spotlight the best he could. He would have felt a little more awkward about everything if he wasn't sharp enough to realize his fifteen minutes of fame wouldn't last long, and it was just a matter of waiting patiently until things returned to normal. Considering his car flipped over, it wasn't really in that bad of shape. The engine and the entire undercarriage held out, amazingly enough. Luke thought for sure the front axle would have been shot, but the American steel stayed strong. The majority of the damage was external. Almost all of the lights and windows had to be replaced and the body was severely banged up, especially the roof and the entire drivers side. Most of the crushed or dented panels had been replaced, but there were still a few sections with minor scratches he'd have to manage to live with. There was something about getting back in the Challenger, the feeling of melding into the leather bucket seats, his fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, that told him it was time to move on. Maybe if his Dodge could be patched up, all of the damage between Kaylee and him could be, too. Luke sat in his newly restored Challenger just a block away from Kaylee's house. His left hand sat in his lap while his right hand rested on the gearshift, both trembling slightly. The accident weighed heavily on his mind, but reflecting on the disastrous crash wasn't why his hands were shaking. Luke knew that he should have taken this opportunity to cruise the open freeway, windows down and taking in the cross breeze, but he instead decided to call Kaylee to see if she wanted to talk in person. He wasn't looking forward to talking to her; it would be the first time he had seen her in person in the last few months, but it was something that had to be done. He glanced at the clock again confirming that he'd been sitting in the car doing nothing other than waiting for the last seventeen minutes. He took a deep breath and finally opened the door, stepping out and closing it behind him. It was time. He didn't tell Kaylee exactly when he was coming over -- he left it vague intentionally -- but she opened the door and came outside before he even made it to her driveway as if she was expecting him. Brushing a few strands of hair out of her face and nervously smiling, she hesitated before walking towards Luke. It took everything he had to keep his composure. She looked as beautiful as ever in her tight white tank top, pink shorts and wedge sandals. It seemed like her golden sun-bleached ponytail had a mind of its own, bouncing gingerly from side to side, almost as if it was trying to hypnotize him as she walked towards him. Luke quietly groaned, realizing that what he had to do would be much harder than he thought. Ironically, Luke noticed a slight shake to her hands, too. He vividly recalled what his father had told him: "Son, after what happened, don't forget that she is scared to death of losing you permanently and hasn't been acting like herself. She probably won't act like herself until she gets you back and sets things right, or simply finds a way to get over you." With those words playing in his mind, Luke exhaled with relief, coming to the understanding that she was just as nervous as he was. Maybe more. "You look good, Kaylee," Luke said quietly. "I've missed you." Kaylee leaned in as if she wanted to throw her arms around Luke and hug him, but she stopped herself. "You look good too, Luke," she meekly smiled, crossing her arms and running her hands up and down her shoulders. The two smiled in awkward silence until it occurred to Luke that the cold air outside must have been freezing to her, considering she wasn't wearing much. "Uh, do you want to wear my jacket Kaylee? You look like you're freezing," he told her, taking off his black leather jacket. "No, that's ok. You don't hav..." she said even though Luke wasn't really waiting for her to answer; he already swung it over her shoulders. Kaylee beamed from ear to ear. Luke couldn't tell if her cheeks were red because she was blushing or if it was from the cold nip in the air. She snuggled into the jacket and quietly said, "Thanks, Luke. You always knew how to treat a girl." As Luke straightened out the jacket around her shoulders, he noticed her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her tank top. His eyes widened slightly and bounced away from them, although he couldn't help steal another quick glance. Again his eyes bounced away, returned to them one more time, and finally looked away for good. He tried looking away as casually as possible, but a glance that obvious was impossible to recover from. He came across awkwardly, looking up towards the sky as if there was actually something interesting up there. Kaylee giggled, barely able to believe what had just happened. "Why Luke, I do believe you've been looking at my breasts," she said in a pretend southern accent with her head cocked to the side. "I know you've done it before -- you're only male, after all, but I think this is actually the first time I've caught you." It was his turn to wear the red hue on his face. He cast his eyes downward but gave her a crooked smile, "Yeah, I, uh..." Luke shook his head and laughed. "Audrey has seen you staring at my breasts before, but I've never actually managed to catch you. I must be getting better at this. Or else, you're losing your touch at being discreet." He stammered, "Or maybe both." "I'll let you in on a little secret. Whenever you don't make eye contact with me, it means one of three things. Either you're mad at me and don't want to talk, you're extremely embarrassed, or you're feeling very guilty about something." Looking down at Luke's pants, Kaylee giggled, "and judging by that, I think we can eliminate anger and embarrassment." Luke squirmed, but he still wore a smile on his bright red face. An awkward silence returned, but he didn't feel as nervous as he originally did. Embarrassed, yes; but not nervous. He could tell by her eyes and seductive smile that she wasn't nervous either. "So... um, how have you been," she asked him, breaking the silence. "How is Faith?" "Uh, I've been good, thanks for asking. So has Faith. She's missed you a lot, you know." With an inquisitive look, Kaylee confidently asked, "Just Faith has missed me?" Luke reeled backwards, unsure how to answer her. "Uh, yeah. Well, Faith, my mom and dad..." he rambled. She asked him, "So just your family missed me?" He knew she wasn't going to let him off the hook. "I... of course I have, as well," he faltered. "I, you know... I've missed you," he squeaked out. He mentally cursed. Right when he started to get comfortable with her, she caught him off guard again and found a way to push his buttons. She was doing it on purpose, too; he just knew it! "Real convincing, cowboy," she said sarcastically, shaking her head with a faint smile. He swallowed, confessing, "I've missed you, a lot. I mean it." Kaylee's eyes sparkled. "I really have, Kaylee," he said, swallowing hard. And he meant it, but it was time to drop the bomb. "But we need to talk." Kaylee recoiled. Luke felt bad about how he said that; he meant to soften the blow but his words came out all wrong. Kaylee looked like she was in sheer terror. He could tell that the waterworks were about to start, and he wasn't sure how to intervene and prevent that from happening. "No, I... it's not like that. I've been thinking about a lot of things lately," he said, placing his hands on the leather jacket around her shoulders, holding her gently. He continued, "My dad and I had a pretty deep talk a while ago, and it forced me to do some thinking. Well, it forced me to do some soul-searching, really. About us, about college, about my future. About what I want to do with my life. I have to do something meaningful, something that has purpose. Something that makes a difference." Carefully thinking about what to say next, he looked up to the sky as he paused to think. All of her focus was on him; Kaylee stared at him with complete captivation, desperately waiting for him to explain. "My mom's going to kill me, but I'm not going to college. Well, I will, but not immediately after high school." Kaylee's jaw dropped. The revelation that Luke -- the smartest person she knew -- wasn't going to college, absolutely floored her. The look on her face was one of bewilderment. He could tell she wanted to say something, but she couldn't seem to form the right words. He quickly continued, "I've been thinking about this for a while now. Something pretty serious. It's been in the back of my mind, especially since the car crash." "Kaylee...," Luke told her firmly, holding on to her shoulders. "I'm enlisting. I'm joining the military; the Air Force. I leave the day after graduation." She would have hurt less if he had punched her in the face. Kaylee lost it; she was ready for the worst, but that... she just wasn't expecting that. Her legs buckled and Luke had to quickly move forward and catch her. As she threw her arms around his neck, his jacket slid off her shoulders, falling to the ground. Luke tried the best he could to comfort her but it wasn't enough. "N-no..." she barely managed to squeak out, unable to say any other words. "No, no, no!" Kaylee buried her head into his chest and sobbed. Within seconds, her tears drenched his shirt. She didn't say a word, and neither did Luke. All he could do was hold her tight and gently stroke her head. He never wanted to cause her pain, but he couldn't help it. Hurting her was inevitable. He could feel his own eyes misting up, not because he was sad to leave but because of the pain Kaylee felt. "Kaylee, I really hope you understand how much you have affected my life, and all of it for the better. This year has been incredibly wonderful, and it's all because of you. You've taught me so much about life, and about people, and even instilled a sense of confidence in myself that I didn't know I had. You showed me that I'm more than just a braniac or a computer nerd, and that I'm actually capable of being... well, normal." Kaylee sniffled, trying to hold back her tears, "Luke, you are beyond normal. You're loving, and wonderful, and compassionate, and to put up with me I think you have the patience of Job." Her biblical reference brought a slight grin to Luke's face. Still, Kaylee's voice strained as she added, "And I haven't even had a chance to show you that, and now I'm losing you forever?" Her voice squeaked, barely able to finish her sentence. Luke held her even tighter, hugging her again. Gently taking her by the shoulders, he looked at her and said, "That's why you have to understand how difficult this decision was for me. The Accident... when I saved that other guy. It stirred something inside me. It took me a while to see it, but I realized that my actions made a significant impact. And based on that, everything... became clear." He looked into her teary eyes and said, "I now know what I want to do... what I need to do. Saving one person showed me that I can help protect all of us, and you gave me the confidence I need to follow through." Kaylee buried her head in Luke's chest, her shoulders moving up and down, yet not a sound came out of her. Luke tenderly said, "Do you remember that poem you had to read for English, 'To Lucasta, going to the Wars' by Richard Lovelace? It ends, 'I could not love thee, Dear, so much loved I not honour more.' That's how I feel. I love you, Kaylee, and I always will. But in my heart, I feel the calling to serve my country. Precisely because I love you." Luke knew leaving was the right decision, but he was still angry with himself. He wanted nothing more than to make Kaylee's tears go away, and instead watch her flash him one of those breathtaking smiles that she always did. But that wasn't going to happen, and no matter what his heart wanted he couldn't do a single thing about it. Much had occurred during his senior year, impacting him more than any other point in his lifetime. In particular, two very different but equally incredible circumstances interwove their way into his life despite minding his own business, yet they were both powerful enough to change the course of his future. One: Kaylee came out of nowhere. Because of her, he went from being the biggest nerd in the history of Remmington High School to having the most beautiful cheerleader in the world falling into his arms. Sure, he was probably still a nerd, but by the grace of God she didn't seem to care. And now, she was crying in his arms. Luke considered himself lucky for even having her in his life, and the thought of leaving her made him physically sick. Two: Luke was in a tragic car accident that almost claimed his life not once, but twice. The first time was from the initial crash itself, and the second was risking his life trying to help the unconscious teenager in the burning vehicle. He actually saved the life of another human being. Had he not taken the actions he did, the other guy would have certainly died. The feeling of making a difference... there wasn't anything in the world that could compare to that feeling. There was a new world ahead of him, a country to serve, and people to help. He thought long and hard, and he prayed like crazy. In the end, there was no denying that the military was his calling. He even continued to pray despite the feeling in his heart, just in case he was wrong and he was really meant to be with Kaylee after all. If that was the case, there is no way he would pass that opportunity by. How amazing would it have been to marry Kaylee, sweep her off her feet and carry her away to a small little house with green grass and a white picket fence while watching their twins play in the backyard? It would be easy enough to get a job with a software firm and rake in a six-digit figure by the time he was thirty. But, it didn't look like it was part of God's plan at this point. Maybe His plan was simply to bring her into his life only temporarily, just long enough for her to foster his self-confidence and allow it to grow. Maybe there was nothing more she could do for him. Or, worse yet, maybe there was nothing more he could do for her; as she struggled with math and chemistry, he patiently educated Kaylee, guiding her to pass every one of her senior classes. That might have been his only purpose for being in her life. He sighed, hoping that wasn't the case. Holding his cheek against Kaylee's, Luke wrapped his arms around her tighter, gently swaying with her, back and forth. She had done so much for him; she took him from being a loser to being halfway normal. No matter what, he prayed God would etch this moment permanently into his mind; he wanted to remember this moment forever. He had to remember this moment forever. He was going to miss her like crazy. This concludes Book One, thank you for reading. Book Two will be coming out in a few weeks to a month in order to continue the tale of our young protagonists, although the story itself will be vastly different from Book One so depending on your reading tastes, you may want to skip it altogether. Except for a few flashbacks, be warned that the high school phase is over. A special thanks to Random Librarian, especially on this chapter; he had a big impact on the ending. The Richard Lovelace poem was all him, and his inputs in the final conversation between Luke and Kaylee were significant. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! See you for Book Two: The Diary of an Underdog - Beneath Orion, Worlds Apart.
Frank and Cheryl Ch. 06: Finale	5,163	4.67	2,110,947	[ "69ing", "blowjob", "hard fuck", "morning sex", "oral", "swallow cum" ]	(Author's note: If you haven't read the previous chapters of "Frank & Cheryl" you might want to, just to know the background on this couple and how they arrived at this point in their building relationship. Physical descriptions: Frank is a divorced 35 year old, 5'-11" tall, 185 pounds and fit; brown crew cut hair, clean shaven, brown eyes. Cheryl is a never married 32 year old, 5'-01" tall, 110 pounds and very small framed. A-cup close-to-but-not-quite- B-cup chest with highly sensitive nipples. Dirty blond hair that she keeps cut short. They are both into fitness, so Cheryl's body, while petite, is curved and firm.) \- - - - - - - - - - True to her word, Cheryl woke Frank up with a "good morning blowjob." He was in the midst of a pleasant dream that involved memories of his recent enjoyment of Mary (see previous chapter) mixed in with memories of mixed play times with Cheryl. When he realized what he was feeling wasn't a dream, he opened his eyes and looked down to see Cheryl's blond head moving up and down, her mouth full of his now fully erect cock. He wasn't sure she'd realized he was awake yet, so he selfishly laid his head back down and was as quiet as he could be, just reveling in the pleasure her mouth and hands delivered. As Cheryl enjoyed sucking him off - and she had told him how much she loved doing so on several occasions - Frank let his mind wander back across the past few months from their first meeting in the dairy department of a local grocery store to their first date that same evening. He vividly remembered there first sexual encounter and was constantly thankful for how energetic and hungry she seemed to constantly be. As he was enjoying his memories, Cheryl forced her mouth farther down on his length, opening her throat and pushing even harder, her tongue reaching out to tickle along his balls and making a deep moan roll of Frank's throat. Cheryl no doubt heard it but remained where she was with his length fully engulfed, her tongue swirling on his balls and her hands caressing his legs. Frank once again lifted his head to look down at her and stop trying to hold his sounds of pleasure back, moaning and groaning in such a way that it almost sounded like growling. When Cheryl released his cock from her throat she moved one hand to keep stroking it while she lifted her head out of his crotch, smiled up at him and said, "Well... look who's finally awake. Good morning." Looking down with a big smile on his face Frank replied, "Good morning yourself. Can I return the favor?" Cheryl's response was a raised eyebrow and then movement as she positioned herself over him in a 69. As she lowered her pussy to his mouth Frank stretched his tongue out as far as it would go so the first contact on her sex was his warm wet tongue slipping into her slit and moving up across her clit as she lowered herself down. She had already taken his cock back in her mouth so the moan that came out of her sent small vibrations through his shaft, making him moan in response, those vibrations moving through her pussy. It was like a feedback loop: the vibrations in her pussy made her moan, sending vibrations through his cock making him moan and sending vibrations through her pussy. Frank never came fast during morning bouts of sex, but Cheryl seemed able to cum quickly and easily any time of day or night and damned near in any location from what Frank could remember. This particular morning was no exception and Cheryl was cumming against his mouth just a few minutes later, her juices flowing as he sucked her clit hard and lashed it back and forth with his tongue. With his arms wrapped around her hips and his hands full of her ass cheeks, holding them and pulling them apart while also holding her down so she couldn't get away from the sensations of his mouth. When her orgasm had passed, and only when he couldn't feel her hips twitching anymore, Frank eased up on how hard he was holding her down, and as he did he was surprised to see her moving completely away from him. His cock fell from her mouth as she moved over on the bed, rolling onto her back and laying beside him. He propped himself up on one elbow to look down at her, seeking her eyes but enjoying the view up between her spread legs and across her naked body. Her pussy was red and puffy from his oral attentions, open from his tongue fucking and dripping wet. When their eyes met, Cheryl spread her thighs even farther and said, "Come on. Come fuck me. Pound me against the bed as hard as you can." As she spoke she let the fingers of one hand trail between her legs, rubbing across her clit and dipping shallow into her welcoming pussy. Frank wasn't about to argue as he moved to position his body over hers, ready to reach down and guide his length into her but not having to as she grabbed him and led him in. With his cock half in she let go and laid back, putting her hands above her head and relaxing under him. Looking up at him, her legs spread as wide as she could and her arms back away, almost in surrender, she said, "Now fuck me. Just use my pussy as much as you want." Frank growled out his response as he slammed the remainder of his length into her, watching as her eyes closed and her head fell back in pleasure. Over the past several weeks he had learned how she liked to be worked against the springs of his bed and he did so now, slamming his length down into her, pulling away and then slamming down again as the bed was bouncing her body back up against him. The spring motion added to the power of his thrusts and their pelvises repeatedly impacted together, her clit and pussy being slapped hard by his skin on every thrust, his full length impaling her almost violently. He had learned that this was her favorite way to be fucked with such hard and fast thrusting in the doggy style position being a close second. She loved being slam-fucked as she called it and the only thing he didn't know was where she'd want his cum when his orgasm was reached. Cheryl came several times more under his pounding fuck and then he felt his own orgasm finally approaching. She knew the signs and sounds of his pending orgasm and interrupted his hard fucking. "Stop," she said with a wicked grin. "Cum in my mouth," she said, as her hand pushed his chest away. In response, Frank pulled his cock out of her and started to move up on her body but she was quicker, turning her body so her head was positioned under him and all he had to do was lower his hips back down. Her mouth was almost as wet and hot as her pussy, but her tongue made up for the tighter friction of her sex. Before he could thrust his length between her open lips she said, "Fuck my mouth and give me your cum." Then she opened her mouth wide, he sank his cock into it and groaned. He obviously couldn't fuck her mouth as hard and fast as he had been fucking her pussy. Doing such would probably loosen her teeth and maybe break her nose, not to mention the damage her teeth would do to his length along the way. His thrusts were still full length though as Cheryl's throat was very welcoming. He pulled back until her sucking lips were tightly sealed around just the swollen head of his cock and then he slowly slid forward, feeling her tongue pressing against his shaft, until her nose was buried in his pubis and his manly crown was buried in her relaxed throat. Frank didn't have a huge dick - just over average at about seven inches - but Cheryl was so petite that getting his full length in her mouth still meant some serious deep throating skills. It was one of the greatest surprises he'd enjoyed the first time she gave him head. Even with the slower thrusting his orgasm didn't take long to peak and soon Cheryl's hand was stroking half his length as the other half remained in her hungry mouth, sucking the cum out of him as it pulsed out with the spasming constrictions of his climax. Cheryl moaned as each sticky glob of cum splashed her tongue, not stopping her stroking or sucking until she couldn't get another drop out. As she released Frank's cock from her lips she squeezed up his length to make sure she'd gotten all of his cum out, and she was rewarded with another small amount which she opened her mouth to accept. As his vision cleared Frank looked down at his lover, seeing her smile before she made an exaggerated display of swallowing once... twice... three times and then licking her lips in a "that was so tasty" gesture. Frank relaxed and laid down on the bed, as Cheryl moved to lay next to him. He was on his back and she snuggled over, throwing one leg over him and laying her head on his shoulder. Frank lifted his head to her and she raised hers to him, and they kissed briefly, their tongues giving a quick swirl before they both laid their heads back down. Cheryl let her fingers travel up and down Frank's defined abdomen, appreciating how fit he was and listening to his heart as it gradually slowed after the exertion of such an energetic morning fuck. "Thank you," he said quietly, expressing his gratitude for her having started his day out in such a pleasurable way. "I feel like I ought to say that to you," replied Cheryl, "Although..." and then she fell silent. "Although what?" Frank prompted her to finish. Cheryl chuckled before answering. "Although one load of cum to start the day never seems to really be enough," she giggled. "I feel like I need another couple to really get the day started right." Frank laughed at her statement but didn't doubt for a second that she was actually that cum hungry. Through the past few months of them being together and all of their sexual play, she had never once objected to taking his cum anywhere he wanted to offer it and she quite often expressed her hunger to have him cum in her mouth. In fact, on one occasion she had complained because it had been too long since he had last given her a mouthful. "Well, maybe," he semi-joked in reply, "we can find another guy to help you out with that some morning." "Just one?" Cheryl giggled back. Frank had to laugh. "One more wouldn't be enough?" "I don't know," Cheryl said. She still had a big smile on her face and Frank couldn't tell from her tone of voice if she was actually joking or being serious. "It might take several to actually give me as much as I can handle." Frank pulled her close as he said, "We have a long time to figure it out," indicating his outlook toward their future. Cheryl simply moaned out her pleasure, almost purring like a cat as she rubbed her body along the length of his. As her tongue reached for his neck, her hand traveled lower and grasped his semi-erect cock... and their morning started all over again.
Bedsprings Arc Pt. 04	53,676	4.78	223,267	[ "puppy", "misunderstandings", "cheating" ]	Betises The conclusion of the Bedsprings Arc He's cheating on me. Evan Fucking Rosier, my boyfriend of--shit, is it seriously five years now?--what seems like forever, is cheating on me. I just know it. It's not like he hasn't before, and not just since my starving actor boyfriend Evan Roswell hit the silver screen and changed into international heartthrob Evan Rosier. He always flirts. Mostly with boys, but he certainly makes exceptions. He can't resist a pretty face, and I know he's slept with at least a handful of his flirtations. The first time I found out was the second time we broke up. It's a long story. We're a messed-up couple. It's just that--even though I'm always jealous, he bores of them. Always within a week. A few days is unusual. With luck, they won't even hold his attention more than a few hours. But this is different. He's sneaking around, keeping secrets, making excuses. And it doesn't help he's been working late nights shooting some fucking vampire flick, so we haven't had sex in a week, except for a quickie in the closet, right before he started sneaking around. I should make it clear that it's rare for us to go two hours without sex. After a week, I'm fucking insane with jealousy and my own libido. Normally, he would be, too, but it seems he's found something that interests him more than me. I am so fucking jealous. I'm going to be sick. I walk to the door of his dressing room and stop. I hear a high-pitched cough, and then Evan's laughter, loud and wide. I can taste my own jealousy, cold and cloying like swampwater in the dead of winter, thick and choking in the back of my throat. I knock. Evan swears, and I hear scuffling. Someone whines. Who the hell actually fucking whines? "It's probably Matty," Evan's voice grumbles. "Hold this. I'll get rid of him." He opens the door. "Matty." He steps through, carefully closing the door behind him, so that I can't get a glimpse inside. I glare. "You'll get rid of me?" I echo, fucking pissed. "Matty--" "Who's in there?" "No one." The smirk on his face is reckless, challenging. We both know he's lying, it's more than evident, but he's stronger and faster than me. There's no way I'm getting past him. Rage tastes like a mouthful of vinegar, and it's burning my throat. "You fucking bastard. Go to Hell." I walk away. "Matty!" He swears, grabbing my arm before I'm halfway down the hall. "Matty," he growls. I glare, angry and fucking hurt. "Don't you fucking call me Matty." He sighs, forcing his voice gentler. "We're shooting late again tonight. The next take is in fifteen minutes." "Break a leg," I snap, in full hope that he will. "But I will be home," he finishes, firmly. "I'm having Jerry drive you home. You're not taking a taxi when you're this upset." I'm letting him walk me out to the parking lot, although I'm not exactly docile about it. Jerry's his private limo driver. "Of course I'm fucking upset," I rail. "My boyfriend's cheating on me, and actually thinks I'm fucking stupid enough not to notice." He opens the limo door and pushes me in. "Jerry, take him home." "Which one?" Jerry asks. "The rented one. The flat. And keep an eye on him. He might try to run away." Run away. Like I'm a spoiled child. "I am not your fucking pet," I snarl, "you selfish fucking--" He cuts me off with a kiss. "I'll explain tomorrow. Any question you have, I'll answer it. Just wait home for me until tomorrow." He closes the door on my retort. I thank Jerry when he drops me off. "You can go," I say. "I'm not going to run away. He promised me an explanation. I can always leave him tomorrow. Not like I haven't done it before." I lock the door and collapse on the bed, starting to cry. Fucking crying, like a little girl. I wake up with him on top of me. His arms are around my waist, so only his head and upper torso rests on me. He's fast asleep. He likes to keep it cold in the apartment, because then I'll let him cuddle me. He knows I wouldn't let him, otherwise. I squirm, attempting escape, and he wakes, nuzzling my neck. I hate being nuzzled. "Morning, sweetcheeks," he whispers. I shove at him. "Get off me." He kisses the side of my neck. "No." "I've gotta piss. Get off." He sighs and lets me up. When I come out of the bathroom, he's already in the kitchen, making us breakfast. Ass-naked. "Can't you put some fucking clothes on?" I glower. "You'll contaminate the eggs." "You could take yours off," he offers. "You promised an explanation," I remind him. "After breakfast." "I'm not hungry." He looks at me with a sigh. "Matty, would you relax? Can't you trust me even a little?" "How can I trust you? You cheat on me all the time." "Matty, we've discussed this." "This isn't like other times! You're keeping secrets, making excuses, lying to me--I want to know who was with you yesterday." The doorbell rings. "Jesus, Matty," he says. "Didn't you even remember it's your birthday?" I freeze. "What?" Fuck. I didn't. I completely forgot my own birthday. I scramble for the door. Pat's there, Evan's stage manager, holding a little brown puppy with a big red bow around its neck. It looks at me and whines, confused. Pat puts it into my hands. "Happy birthday, Matt." I am not about to melt. Evan puts his arms around me from behind, ruffles the puppy's ears. "Is that a good enough explanation?" I lean into him, because the jumble of relief, happiness and affection rushing in to take the place of the hurt and anger is overwhelming. The puppy yips and licks my nose. I have completely fucking melted, into Evan's arms. "Excuse us," he says to Pat. I can hear the smirk in his voice. "We need to go have birthday sex now." He closes the door. I'm still melted, playing with the puppy's little paws. "Breakfast is getting cold," he reminds me. I set the puppy down and let him scamper around our feet as we eat. "Matty." I look up, watching the puppy, a bite of bacon halfway to my mouth. I've probably even got a stupid grin. Evan's still ass-naked. My grin widens. "Stop staring at the dog and eat, or I'm going to throw you over my shoulder and carry you off to be properly fucked, and you can just go hungry." "He's cute," I say, eating faster. Evan snorts. "You're both cute. It's disgusting." I stop. "You did not just fucking call me cute." "What if I did?" "I'll deny you sex." He starts laughing. "I'd like to see you try." I gulp the rest of my juice and stand. "Let's go." He smirks and grabs me by the waist, shaking a finger at the dog. "You be good while Mommy and Daddy are busy." "Oh, fuck you," I say, but it's harder to speak with his hand down my boxers. "I am not 'Mommy'." "Yes, you are," he says, pulling off my shirt and stopping only to kiss me before pulling me into the shower. "You really are." We're kissing again as we hit the shower wall. I barely notice when he turns on the water. Evan Fucking Rosier is incredibly good with his tongue, and I can't notice a thing else when it's in my mouth. He gropes me, and I moan into his mouth. Okay, so I noticed that. I love a good kiss. He's feeling affectionate, so he makes it sweet and deep, ravishing my mouth with a languid sort of dominance. It's fucking good, but I know that it isn't going to last long, because his grip on me is getting tighter, and I can feel his cock hard against my hip. One of his hands slides down my ass, spreading my cheeks and massaging my arsehole with one finger. That makes me shudder, but I'm not about to break the kiss. We've got one of those showerheads on a hose--I'm sure there's some name for those--that can be moved around, and I'm so distracted by the kiss, that it's a complete shock when he sprays it across my exposed ass. My arsehole is very fucking sensitive. I yelp and almost fall. He presses me tighter against him so that I don't. He's laughing. I start swearing at him, at least until he does it again and I have to gasp, clutching at him. "Evan." He laughs, spraying down my hair. "What? It's fun. I like making you squirm." I glare at him, but relent in time for another kiss. My hand wraps around his cock. The only way to get him to stop teasing me is to make him want it so bad he can't think. He purrs in approval. "Here." He puts the nozzle into my hand. I grin, directing the water so that it sprays over both our erections, and he grinds them together with a possesive growl. I can feel he's grabbed the lube, because he glides a finger into me, coating my entrance. "Do you want me to turn?" I pant. I want it now. "No." He puts down the bottle of lube. Grabs my hips and hoists me up, against the wall. I obediently wrap both legs around his waist. For a moment, he meets my eyes with a smirk, then thrusts into me. I arch my back with a shudder, enjoying the way his breath hitches for a moment when he enters me. "My Matty, tight-assed as ever," he mutters. "Wouldn't be a problem for someone with a normal fucking cock," I retort. His is huge. Obscene. And he doesn't even have the decency to be gentle with it. "You wouldn't be satisfied with anything less." Now is hardly the time for conversation. I tell him so, squirming, in hopes that he'll stop smirking at me and actually start to thrust. "Didn't you say something about denying me sex?" He's smirking, teasing mercilessly, with a sweet nuzzle to my jawline, like we're not both going insane because of how he's buried to the hilt in my ass. I start swearing. "Don't you dare fucking tease me now, you smarmy mother-fucking bastard, fuck me!" "Don't you mean smarmy brother-in-law fucking bastard?" "I hate you," I growl. He smirks, pulls out, and rams back into me, hard. I whine, trying to remember to breathe, but I pick up the pace quickly, riding him. Remembering I'm still holding the shower nozzle, I move it so the water hits my prick, because it feels fucking good. We've both been needing, so he comes sooner than usual. I love the way he orgasms, because they're long and powerful, so he doesn't stop thrusting for even a moment while he's cock's pumping into me, filling me with his seed. I ride it out, shuddering, and hit my own orgasm near the end of his, yelling, with my legs wrapped tight around his waist. He laughs at he recovers, kissing me. "You needed that, didn't you?" "Fuck yes," I reply, letting him pull out. He smirks and grabs the soap, starting to clean me off, in between a few sweet, lingering after-sex kisses. "What're you going to call him?" He's cuddling me again, and I don't even mind. "Bedsprings," I say, after a moment. He's confused. "Bedsprings?" "Don't ask." I grin, leaning up to give him a kiss, laughing.
Hotel Humiliation Ch. 01	69,790	4.51	1,579,624	[ "sph", "chastity", "humiliation", "small cock", "measuring penis", "fetish" ]	\\ Draft one: This is a new SPH and humiliation story I'm writing at the moment. I would love to get some feedback in the comments if you have a moment! Draft Two (current): Thanks for all of your feedback so far, it's really helpful for me to get an idea about what is, or isn't, working for my stories. I'm writing a second part to this story now and I've made a few tweaks to certain details in order to neaten it up. Please carry on leaving feedback, it really is appreciated! \\ The card reader clicked loudly, blinking it's green light in approval at my card and I pushed open the door. I gave another quick glance up and down the empty corridor and then held it open as she walked through. I allowed myself a glance at her as she entered the room, her tight blue dress, hugging her slim waist and showing off her gorgeous figure. The dimmed lights flickered on immediately and the low hum of the air conditioning resonated in the oppressive silence as the door clicked shut behind us. She glanced around the magnificent suite without much interest, casually dropping her bag to the floor and peering around through the archway opposite the perfectly set bed. Back when my company had first taken off, to everyone's surprise not least my own, I had been enamoured by the glitz of high end hotels of my business trips. My childhood is a familiar story in a suffering country, poverty-stricken and hungry. The long days drawing out into unenthusiastic visions of my future played out on the chipped plasterboard of my bedroom ceiling. The sense of creeping worthlessness still gripped strongly when I thought back to earlier life and I pushed the thought away. The terror at being poor ever again meant that I had grown my business carefully, only investing when it was absolutely necessary and creating such a streamlined company that I was quickly buying up the flailing competition. I lived frugally, in a modest home, only really allowing myself the taste of my success when I was on trips with hotel suites and century-old glasses of whiskey. I had afforded myself that much at the very least, as long as I was careful to retain control. Rachel stalked casually through the archway, into the sitting area where three long sofas sat in a U shape, facing out through the tall windows onto the orange and white starry city far below. In the very distance, you could make out the shape of the endless fields of farms, struggling to feed a growing, ravenous population. She looked completely at ease, as though she had seen the inside of every hotel room in the city and was only moderately impressed by the antique wooden bar or the small open plan kitchen beyond the sitting area. She was utterly beautiful, by far the most gorgeous creature I had ever set my eyes on in person. She was slightly taller than me, with long blonde hair, slightly curled which draped down across her back and her round, pert breasts. She wore a light blue dress, almost exactly the same shade of blue as her eyes, which turned around and fixed upon my own. "Drink?" She offered, her smile bright white and perfectly complementing her small nose and high cheekbones. There was a small mole on her right temple, a small blemish which seemed only to enhance her beauty. I nodded and she turned to the bar, tracing her long white fingers in the air as she picked out a bottle from the fridge. I didn't see which one she picked but I could tell it was one of the obscenely priced bottles of champagne which the hotel would no doubt add a crippling surcharge to the bill. I said nothing as she busied herself opening it, taking the opportunity to look at her slim body hugging the fabric of her dress. The smooth curve of her hips made my heart flutter in anticipation. I was more nervous than I had ever been in my life, standing in a hotel room with a woman more stunning than any I had ever known, knowing that I was about to bring a fantasy to life which I had never confided in anyone before. She poured me out a drink, handing it out to me and I accepted it with shaking hands. Slightly smiling, she clinked her glass against mine and took it and the bottle over to the sofa where she sat down and crossed her long smooth legs. The blue dress rode up a few more inches against her endless, slim legs and I felt a twinge of arousal. "Sit down with me," Rachel said, gesturing at the other end of the sofa from me with her glass. With my heart racing, I complied, nervously sinking back against the leather and attempting to look casual. Her voice was soft and low, a comforting sound and very sweet which made her seem all the more attractive. Her soft voice seeming to contradict her glaring, strong beauty. "Don't be nervous," she said, encouraging me to drink. I laughed quietly and took a long sip, the glass barely left my lips before she leant forward and started to top me up again. "People are sometimes nervous at first, why don't we get to know each other a little better? Let's play a game, we'll ask each other questions and we have to take a drink after each answer." I hesitated. I knew that call girls could sometimes blackmail their well-known clients, whilst I wasn't a movie or a rock star, I would definitely suffer from being exposed. I had made sure to use a fake surname when I called the agency, stressing the need for discretion which had been thoroughly assured by the seductive voice which had answered. "OK, how old are you?" I asked unsure, feeling like she was about to laugh at me but she answered without a beat. "Twenty four." Rachel took another long sip. "What about you Jack?" Although the sound of her using my name gave me shivers, I inwardly cursed. I should've used a fake first name too. "I'm twenty eight." I took a long swig from my glass, once again finding it topped up before I had lowered it completely. Rachel raised her eyebrows and nodded impressed. "You must be doing alright for yourself Jack, a place like this and so young." I shrugged awkwardly, like I did when anyone made a comment like that. "Was that your question?" Rachel laughed, a crisp clear sound which made me smile too. "No, it wasn't. OK, are you in town for business or pleasure?" Now, I laughed. The sweet tang of the champagne was quickly making my senses swim. I could smell her perfume, something floral and intoxicating, from across the sofa and I occasionally found my eyes drifting from her face to her flawless body, legs curled underneath her on the sofa. "I'm here on business," I answered. When she gestured for me to go on, I let go of my concerns. "I work for a tech company, we're opening up a warehouse around here and I'm here to help out and report back." It was a minor lie, but I couldn't help sense there was a flicker of irritation in her eyes. My company made drones and worked on artificial intelligence algorithms to operate them without human input. It was very bespoke and it was unlikely many people outside of the industry would know who we were or what we did. I pushed aside my worries though, attributing it to the champagne, of which we were on our second glass. "You sound very important." She said with another smile. "Big important executive then?" I shook my head. "Just another cog in the machine." Rachel nodded and stared at me as we both drank some more. We spoke for a long time and looking back I try to remember whether I felt some kind of premonition about this girl, whether some kind of supernatural warning as to how much she would change my life and everything about what I thought I knew about myself. I know now that I gave too much away, concentrating too much on revealing only the barest half-truths to her questions and completing missing the bigger picture I was building. Whether or not I did sense anything, I was simply too aroused and too drunk to notice it. "So, you discussed my fee with the agency?" She asked, pausing until I nodded. "OK, and they told me about your..." Her blue eyes dropped to my groin. "...preferences." I didn't know how to respond, the conversation was difficult enough to do over the phone, even with the impersonal nature of it, and in person I was too awkward to answer straight. Rachel however, probably only needed to see my flush to have her confirmation. "You ever do this before?" She asked me, her finger tracing the outside of her glass. "My preferences, or calling an agency?" "Both, I suppose." "I haven't done either, this is my first time on both accounts." Rachel smiled at me. "Are you a virgin?" I shook my head. "No, I've had a couple of partners. Just my first time telling anyone about my fantasy." Rachel got up, placing her glass on the table and sitting close to me on the sofa. I felt my heart racing and my cock stiffening slightly, just having her bare leg touching mine and the smell of her perfume filling up my senses. "I'm so honoured, to be the first one who knows," she whispered. She kissed me on the lips unexpectedly, they were soft and tasted of her lip gloss. She leaned down and kissed my neck, expertly bringing me to arousal without having to even touch me. She leaned back suddenly, pressing a hand against my chest and meeting my eye. "I can make your little dreams come true tonight, but I want to know if you're serious. I need you to commit to it, and promise you will do everything I say, when I say it." I was taken aback by her suddenly taking charge. I was so aroused, my breath was coming fast now. I didn't hesitate, I nodded my head and guaranteed her control over me. Rachel smiled widely and jumped off me, I heard her rummaging in her bag and she quickly came back around in front of me. She gripped the bottom hem of her dress and pulled it up, most of the way up her thigh slowly, then straddled me before she got too high. Rachel sat back on my knees and smiled at me. In her hand she had a small plastic ruler and my heart gave another strong flutter as my eyes fixed on it. "You said that you wanted to try a little humiliation, but I need to know what I'm working with." She said, running a finger along the length of the ruler. "I need to know how much of a man you are, or aren't." She laughed and pulled open my belt, I lifted my hips to let her pull it out from underneath me. It was thrown across the room and she quickly popped the top button of my trousers and drew down the zip halfway. I was visible tenting with my erection, the weight of her body on top of me was exquisite as well as the excitement of what the night would bring. "OK, this is your chance to impress me." She said, running her hand over her breast, grabbing the perfect bosom and looking at me with raised eyebrows. "Get it really hard for me. Try as hard as you can." She batted my hand away as I tried to reach up for her. She made little groans of pleasure as her hand ran all the way over her breasts and down the sexy curve of her stomach as she leant over me. My cock responded, pushing against the restrictive fabric of my trousers until she suddenly leant back, pulling at my waistband bringing my trousers and boxers to my knees in one motion. Her hand immediately went up to her mouth, barely stifling a laugh as my cock lay exposed and full erect under her gaze. "Oh," she finally managed to say, struggling to keep her face straight. Her long fingers reached out for me, deliberately using her thumb and forefinger to slowly stroke me. Rachel slowly held the ruler against me, holding my cock still with her two fingers as it twitched and I grew more and more aroused. I could already feel my orgasm building, knowing my inferiority as a man was about to be laid bare to another for the first time. "Just under four inches!" Rachel exclaimed. "Wow, I was expecting you to have a little cock but that it just ridiculous. I feel so sorry for you sweetie." "I'm going to cum!" I moaned out suddenly. Rachel let out another loud bark of laughter and stared down in delight at my cock as beads of pre cum were already leaking out of it. "Oh, a quick cummer too," She laughed at me, stroking at my cock pinched between her fingers as I thrust upwards. "Don't you just tick all of the boxes!" "Come on, come for me sweetie. It's going to feel so good isn't it? Give me that little bit of spunk from that tiny, pathetic little cock." She whispered angrily at me, massaging my small balls as she stroked me to completion. I moaned out, cum shooting from my cock. It sprayed up against her dress, darkening the fabric, and other streams of it ran down the ruler as she placed it over me. She continued to stroke me and whispered in my ear as I fell back gasping. "That's it baby, cum for me. It's more cum than I expected. I bet you wanted to shoot it into my tight pussy didn't you but I wouldn't even be able to feel your 'itty penis would I? Little boys like you don't get to shoot their little spunkies in pussies like mine though, do they?" She dropped me with another laugh and I lay half collapsed into the sofa, gasping as I rode out my orgasm. Rachel got off me and I closed my eyes, my orgasm still pulsing around my body. My head was swimming, I tried to figure out how much of the champagne we had drunk but I couldn't fix on any details. I don't know how long I lay there, unable to move with the ferocity of my climax but I barely noticed her return until I felt her massaging my cock. "Oh, goodness." Her voice seemed to float to my mind from a great distance. "It's gets really little when it's soft!" I murmured my agreement. She lifted up the ruler again, pulling my flaccid cock upright and laughing loudly as she exclaimed I was just an inch and a half now. I knew it was the right decision to have this dream come true, I knew that finally I was in the place I should be. All those hours of fantasising and watching interracial and humiliation porn and now it was coming true for me. I felt Rachel's hand pushing against my balls and I started to lift my head, feeling her push me back down. "Keep your eyes closed." Her voice whispered to me. "Keep them shut, I've got a surprise for you." I felt something tight press itself around my balls, a cold sensation. I wanted to open my eyes but it was far easier to lie back with them pressed shut and feel myself floating on the waves of pleasure. As I always did, I felt a small amount of guilt and regret when I came, the earnestness of my need to cum when enjoying cuckold and humiliation porn blocked out any of the doubts I had, which inevitably came crashing back after I'd cum. I pushed away the desire to suddenly ask her to leave, I'd paid a lot for her to come here and I thought I might as well see it all the way through. It did concern me a little though, I wondered if she was putting a cock-ring on me and I wondered how I would say that I wasn't really that into pain or BDSM. Something cold enveloped my now flaccid cock but it wasn't until I heard a small chink of metal on metal and a resounding click that my eyes flew open in sudden horror. I saw Rachel knelt in front of me, her beauty seeming to have grown even more intense since my orgasm. The long streaks of cum were dark against her dress. She laughed and ran a finger through my sperm, bringing it to her mouth and sucking slowly, eyes closing as though deeply enjoying the taste. I barely noticed though, my eyes fixed upon my soft cock which was now encased in thin metal bars. The padlock was clicked shut and seemed to scream it's finality as I suddenly realised how out of my depth I was. Rachel climbed onto me, pulling open my shirt and placing her sum spattered dress against my skin. She kissed me deeply, her tongue seeking out mine and I kissed her back despite my shock. "You know, I volunteered for this job when it came in," she said to me between kisses. "I've got all the goodies in my bag and I love taking control." She leaned back, forcing her finger into my mouth and my taste buds were flooded with the salty tang of my own cum. She pulled up the hem of her dress, revealing the shaved and tidy pussy which I had been desperate to taste since she walked into the room. Despite cumming so hard, I felt my erection growing, quickly pressing up against the bars in a pressure-filled agony. "Is this what you wanted?" Rachel asked me quietly. "Here it is Jack, my tight little pussy is all yours. But, now you can't do anything about it can you?" She laughed again at my despair as I realised how quickly this was spiralling out of control. "I hope you enjoyed cumming baby, because I only gave it to you so I could get this cage on you." Rachel gripped my locked up cock and pulled on it roughly. "You're going to have to earn the next one and it's going to be a very long night."
Frank and Diane	288,134	4.5	477,771	[]	The day showed no signs of being a disaster when I woke up. The alarm went off at five and my wife Diane reached for me and pulled me back down as I started to get out of bed. She kissed me, slipped me a little tongue and her hand reached for my cock. Twenty-five years and the woman could still turn me into a quivering wreck. She pulled me on top of her and as my cock parted her nether lips she said: "Make it a good morning lover; make it a very good morning." I pushed into her and she moaned, "Oh God yes lover, do it hard lover, do it." She moaned, she cried, she dug her nails into the cheeks of my ass and pulled me to her and then she came just seconds before I did. She got up to fix the coffee while I took my showered and then I fixed us breakfast while she showered. We discussed what our days were likely to be like as we ate and then she asked: "Meatloaf and baked potatoes okay for dinner tonight?" "Sounds great. I'll stop at the bakery and pick up a loaf of fresh French bread and maybe a pecan pie." "Ooooh, pecan pie. Out to spoil me are you?" "Can't think of anyone I'd rather spoil." We kissed and walked hand in hand into the garage, kissed once more and then we both headed off to work. \++++++++++++++++++ The drive in was uneventful and so was the first half of the morning. Around eleven Harry (my boss) called me into his office. "We have a situation in St. Louis. Baker caught Smithers with his wife and now Baker is in jail and Smithers is in the hospital. There is no one there to run the office. I hate to do this to you on such short notice, but you have to catch the two-twenty flight, get to St. Louis and take charge of the office. "I don't know how long you will be there. I guess it will depend on just how bad Baker fucked up Smithers. If it is too bad he might not get out of jail for a while and Smithers might not get out of the hospital anytime soon. Even if the both get out soon I don't see how they will be able to work together. I'll have to think long and hard on it, but I can't see anyway other than to let one of them go. Which one I don't know. I'll need a lot more information before I can make that decision." "Seems cut and dried to me. Smithers fucked with Baker's wife. Smithers should have expected Baker to get pissed if he ever found out." "I don't know for a fact that Baker caught Smithers with his wife or that Smithers is even guilty. All I've got is what the secretary told me when she called. Maybe you can find out more for me when you get there." I called Diane to let her know what was going on, but her secretary told me that she was in a meeting. I told her I'd call back and then I headed home to pack a bag. Diane's car was in the driveway when I got home and I wondered what was up with that. She was supposed to be in a meeting. When I walked into the living room I saw that she was indeed in a meeting, but it wasn't the kind of meeting I had envisioned when her secretary told me she was in one. There was a trail of clothing on the floor leading from the couch to the stairway and some of those clothes were men's clothes. At the foot of the steps there was a pair of men's trousers and I picked them up and found a wallet in one of the back pockets. I took it out, opened it up and read the name Stanton North on the driver's license. I put the wallet in my pocket and then looked around the room and saw a suit coat over the back of the easy chair. It yielded a checkbook and I put that in my pocket too. I walked up the stairs and as I got close to the top of the steps I began hearing what was coming from the bedroom. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard." "Like it do you?" "Oh God yes. You feel so good in me. Fuck me baby, fuck me." "I would never have believed you could be such a hot little slut. Like my cock?" "Love your cock. Just keep giving it to me." I walked into the room and saw a man pounding into Diane and she had her legs wrapped around him and her hands on his ass pulling him to her. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" she was moaning as I walked past on my way to the closet. I was almost to the closet door before Stanton North saw me and he stopped in mid-stroke and said: "Oh shit!" Diane had her eyes closed as he fucked her and when he stopped they popped open and she cried: "Don't stop. Damn it, don't stop, I'm almost th..." and then she saw me and cried "No. Oh God no" and started trying to get out from under North. "Don't stop on my account" I said as I entered the closet. "I just need to pack a bag and then I'll get out of here and leave you two love birds alone." I had my back to them as I took socks and underwear out of the dresser drawer and put them in the suitcase, but I could hear them behind me. Diane was saying "Get off me damn it" while North was saying "Christ what a mess." When I turned to go back into the closet for a garment bag I saw North heading out the bedroom door and Diane scrambling to find something to cover herself with. As she scrambled she was saying things like: "What are you doing Frank? Why are you packing" and uttering nonsense like "It isn't what you think Frank" and "I can explain Frank." While she was babbling I heard the front door slam shut and I wondered where North was going. Diane's car was the only one in the driveway so he must have arrived with her. I ignored Diane as I finished packing and I didn't respond to her "We need to talk Frank. You have to let me explain." I walked out the front door without having said a word since walking into the bedroom and telling them not to stop on my account. As I walked to my car Diane was hollering: "Wait Frank; don't go. Please talk to me." As I opened my car door I looked around but saw no sign of Stanton North. Maybe he was hiding somewhere watching and would come back when he saw me drive away. Diane was running down the front walk and almost had her hand on the passenger side door handle when I pulled away from the curb. It is an absolute wonder that I made it to the airport without killing myself or someone else. My mind was definitely not on my driving. How had it happened? Why had it happened? I would have bet all that I had that Diane and I were rock solid. I looked back on our life together and I didn't see anything – not one thing – that would ever have led me to believe that what I had just seen was even remotely possible. My God! How could she have done what she did to me when we got up that morning and then do what I had just seen her doing? \++++++++++++++++++++ Diane and I met when my father received a promotion and had to move the family fifteen hundred miles away. The move was a bitch as far as I was concerned. I was taken away from the kids I had grown up with and gone to school with and then dumped into a school where I didn't know a single soul. I was sitting alone at a table in the school cafeteria at lunch time and feeling sorry for myself when the most beautiful girl I had ever seen came over to the table and sat down with me. She set her tray down and said: "Hi there new kid." She reached across the table and stuck out her hand and said. "I'm Diane." It took me a second or two before I realized she was offering me her hand to shake. I took it and said: "Hi Diane, I'm Frank." "Where you from Frank?" she asked and then we spent the rest of the lunch period getting to know each other. She had joined me at my table because she had known what I was going through because the same thing had happened to her the previous year. By the time the bell rang we had made a date for her to show me around the town. Within six weeks we were going steady and like all typical teenagers we were making out like mad. Being a guy with raging hormones I naturally tried to get Diane to go all the way, but she wouldn't do it. She was determined to honor her promise to her mother to go to her marriage bed a virgin. Luckily for my sanity she broke that promise on her eighteenth birthday. We had some serious discussions after the night she gave me her cherry. I told her that I wanted to marry her, but that I didn't want to get married until I finished college. She wanted to get married right away and she wasn't happy with me because I wanted to wait. I was telling my mom about it when she surprised the hell out of me. I'd always thought of my mom as being a bit on the prudish side, but she said: "So move in with her and live together until you graduate." "How can I do that? The reason I want to wait is so that I can afford it. No way I can support a wife and go to school at the same time." "You might have to get a part time job to help out with the groceries, but you college fund has enough in it to let you rent a small place off campus." I thought about it and then brought it up to Diane. We talked it over and decided we would both get part time jobs and do it. We went looking and found a small apartment that I could afford and then we went to do the hard part – tell her parents. Her mom was horrified that Diane hadn't kept to her promise on holding on to her virginity. She cried and blubbered while Diane's father called me every name in the book and some that he made up on the spot. Then he told Diane that he absolutely forbid it and furthermore she was never to see me again. Diane looked at me and asked me to wait in the car. Ten minutes later she came out carrying two suitcases. She never told me what went on when I left the house, but it was three years before she ever talked to her parents again and only then to tell them that they had a grandson. Suddenly I was a great guy, there daughter was lucky to have found me and on and on and on. But the damage had already been done and on my part I tolerated them, but that was all. Diane eventually forgave them and they became part of our lives. They were great grandparents to our three kids, but like I said, I just tolerated them. The years past by, the kids grew up and set out on their own and now this. At least the kids wouldn't grow up having divorced parents. \++++++++++++++ I got to the airport early, checked in and then sat down in one of the many airport coffee shops to wait for my flight to be called. I took out North's wallet and checkbook and began going through them. Behind his driver's license I found a card the said "Emergency Information." It gave his blood type and some other information, but the part that caught my eye was the part where it gave his emergency contact. Arlis North and under "Relationship" it said "wife" and it gave a number where she could be reached. I took out my cell phone and called it. "Hello?" "Mrs. North?" "Yes." "My name is Frank Bellows. I'm sorry to be making this call, but I just found your husband in bed with my wife and I thought you should know." "You're joking, right?" "No ma'am, I'm afraid not." "Well I don't believe you Mr. Whoever you are. My Stan would never do a thing like that to me." "Tell you what. When he gets home tonight ask him if he knows a Diane Bellows and then ask him to show you his wallet and checkbook. He won't be able to because I have them. I took them out of his clothes when I found them lying on my living room floor when I went home early. I am at the airport right now waiting to catch a flight to St. Louis. When I get back home I'd be happy to hand deliver them to you." "You are really serious about this?" "I'm sorry, but I am." "When will you be back?" "I don't know. I have to go and fill in for someone who is off sick and I'll be there until he can get back to work." "Could you mail me the wallet and checkbook?" "I could I suppose, but I'll let you know this ahead of time. Your husbands wallet has eighty-seven dollars in it and after what I saw when I walked into my bedroom I feel a crying need to get drunk and drown my sorrows and your hubby is going to foot the bill for it. There will probably be some left, but I have no idea how much." "Send it to my office." She gave me the address and I wrote it down and then she said, "If you can send it overnight and I'll reimburse you." "I can do that. They just called my flight so I have to go." I said goodbye and disconnected. North got lucky. My original plan was to leave his wallet and credit cards on the counter in the bathroom and hope that whoever found it would go on a spending spree, but getting in touch with his wife changed all that. Hopefully she would make his life a living hell. My cell had been going off almost from the moment I left the house and every time I looked it was Diane so I didn't take the call. It rang again as I was leaving the coffee shop and I looked expecting it to be another call from Diane, but this time it was from the office. I called back and got Harry. "You need to call home Frank. Diane just called me and she is frantic because she can't get in touch with you." "There is a reason for that Harry. I'm not taking her calls. When I went home to pack she was there and she wasn't alone and she was doing things she shouldn't have been doing. I talk with her when I get back. Maybe by then I'll have calmed down enough not to wrap my hands around her throat and squeeze. Make things easy on yourself and tell the receptionist not to take her calls." \+++++++++++++++ The first thing I did after seeing to it that the office was running smoothly and that there were no immediate was to hit the Post Office and send Mrs. North her husband's wallet and checkbook. I included the information on where I was staying so she could call if she had any questions. That taken care of I called the police and found out where Baker was being held and if I could see him. Outside of bruised knuckles and a broken finger Baker didn't look too bad. He hadn't had a bail hearing yet because the powers that be were waiting on word from the hospital on just how bad Smithers was so they would know what charges to file. I told him about Harry's concerns and asked him for the story. It sounded all too familiar. He had returned home during his lunch hour to pick up something that he had forgotten to take with him in the morning and he'd walked in on Smithers who was using his lunch hour to pork Baker's wife. While he was stomping the shit out of Smithers his wife was on the phone to 911 telling them that her husband had gone crazy and that she feared for her life. The cops showed up, Smithers went to the hospital and Baker went to jail. My next stop was to the hospital to see Smithers. He had a broken nose, two broken ribs, two cracked ribs and they had removed his right testicle. From him I got: "It wasn't my fault. The bitch came after me so of course I tapped her. I'm single and I like pussy as much as the next guy. If anybody is at fault here it is Baker. If he took care of the bitch and gave her what she needed she wouldn't be out looking." He got no sympathy from me. I called Harry and told him the story and said that my recommendation was to transfer Smithers out of the office unless he could find some grounds for firing the guy and I told him I would take a hard look at things in the office and see if I could find something that he could use. Baker's hearing was the next day and bail was set at two hundred and fifty thousand. The only way he could come up with the money was to put his house up as collateral, but his wife refused to sign off on it so he was going to have to sit in jail until his father and brother could arrange something. The next morning at nine-thirty I got a call from Arlis North. She told me that when her husband came home she asked him if he knew a Diane Bellows and she said that his face lost all of its color as he said that he didn't know a Diane Bellows. She asked him if he was sure and he said that he was pretty sure. Then she asked him for his wallet and checkbook and he patted his pockets and said that he must have left them on his desk at work. "Then he changed the subject and asked what was for dinner. He knows he is in deep shit, but he doesn't know how deep it is and he won't know until tomorrow when I ask him for his wallet and checkbook again. Do you have any idea of how long it was going on?" "I just know that it was. I walked in on them and then I left." "What does your wife have to say?" "No idea. I haven't spoken to her since walking into the bedroom and catching them and I won't be talking to her until I get home." "When you do talk to her call me. I'd like to compare their stories." "Will do. I'd like to hear both sides too." \+++++++++++++++++ I had a dozen calls a day from Diane, but I didn't take any of them. Harry must have told her I was in St. Louis and she must have gotten the office number from information. Dixie, our receptionist, told me that I had a call on line three and when I picked it up it was Diane. "What do you want Diane?" "We need to talk Frank. I need to explain that what happened isn't what you think." "I'm in no mood to talk to you right now. I'm still at the point where I want to strangle you to death and then take my shotgun and go looking for your lover and kill him too." "He is not my lov....." "Save it Diane. Don't call here anymore. We will talk when I get home and not before" and I hung up on her. In mid-afternoon I got a call from Baker's father telling me that bail had been arranged and that he would be released the next morning. In a way I was sorry to hear that. As long as Baker was in jail and Smithers was in the hospital I didn't have to go home and deal with Diane. I had dinner and drinks on North again that night and made it back to my room about seven. The phone rang and since only Harry and Arlis North had the number I answered it. It was Arlis. We exchanged hellos and then she filled me in on the latest from her end. "When he got home I asked him again for his wallet and checkbook and he said that they were gone from his office when he got there. He said that someone on the night cleaning crew must have taken them and that he would file a complaint when he went in to work the next morning." I had to laugh at that. "Just how long does he think he can put it off?" "I don't know how long he thought he could, but I put an end to it. I asked him just how stupid that he thought I was. I told him that he knew he was busted when I asked about your wife and then asked for the wallet and checkbook. There was only one way I could have put the two of them together and he knew it. Then the dumb shit said that he didn't know what I was talking about. That pissed me off so I took his wallet and checkbook out of my purse and threw them in his face. Then I told him how I'd gotten them and that I'd called his office and found out that he worked with the woman he claimed he didn't know. Then I fibbed a bit. I told him that when you got home from St. Louis you were going to stop by and show me the pictures you took with your cell phone camera before they knew you were there." "How did he take that?" "He finally realized that he was caught and he broke down, begged forgiveness and swore that it was the only time that he had ever been unfaithful. He said he couldn't help it, that your wife had chased him for months and that it was hard to ignore a beautiful woman who was hot for your body." "Too bad I wasn't thinking a little more clearly when I walked in on them. My cell phone does have a camera; I just never thought to use it. Do you believe his story?" "That she chased after him? It could be true. She wouldn't be the first. Was it only the one time with her? That could be true too, but he was lying through his teeth when he said that it was the only time he ever cheated. I know of at least three times that he has strayed. Well, that's not quite true. Three times I've had people tell me that he ran around on me when I was out of town visiting relatives. I've never confronted him on them, because I really didn't want to know if it was true." "You said that his saying that Diane chased him could be true and that she wouldn't have been the first. Why did you say that?" "Stan is rather well endowed and some women when they hear that want to check it out." "A week ago I would have said Diane would never do anything like that, but that was before I walked in on her and your husband." "I've got to go, but if I learn anything else I'll give you a call. Don't forget; I want to her hear side when you get home and talk with her." "I won't." \+++++++++++++++++ At eleven the next morning Ray Baker called me to let me know he was out of jail on bail. He was going to have to take the rest of the day and the next day to take care of personal business. His wife had taken out a restraining order on him and he needed to find a place to stay and make arrangements with the court to get into his house to get his personal things. He said that he would be in on Thursday. I called Harry and brought him up to date and then I told him that in checking into things at the office I had found that Smithers had been fudging his expense reports and that could possibly be grounds for letting him go. I told him I would probably fly home Thursday evening and that I was going to need to take Friday off to handle my personal affairs and I would see him Monday morning. I managed to get through the next two days without incident and on Thursday morning Ray was back at work. I brought him up to date on what was going on in the office and then because I was going through something similar I asked him how things were going on the home front. "The restraining order only keeps me five hundred feet away from her. I can access the house whenever I want as long as she isn't there. If she is there and won't leave when I want to go in I have to get someone from the court to go in with me. I just waited down the street until she went to work and then me and my brother went in and got everything that I wanted. I have no need to go back. "I don't know what the stupid cunt is thinking. She got the order, but that was all. She didn't touch the bank accounts. I cleaned them out yesterday." "I thought that this was a no fault state and that everything had to be split fifty-fifty." "In a divorce that would be true, but I'm not talking divorce; I'm just walking away. If she wants a divorce she can pay for it and when she files she will be entitled to fifty percent of our assets at the time she files and that will be zip. We took out a second on the house to finish the basement and make it into a recreation room so there is no equity in the house and the money I took out of the bank will be long gone. I can claim that I needed it all to set me up in a new place when she barred me from the house. That reminds me. I need to call Harry and get my insurance and all of that other crap changed." "She tell you why she did it?" "I haven't spoken to the whore since the cops hauled me away and I have no intention of talking to her. It doesn't matter why she did it; it only matters that she did." I decided to get a good night's sleep before going home and having to talk to Diane so I called the airline and made reservations for the morning flight. \++++++++++++++++ I was rested when I got up and I had a good breakfast before catching the airport shuttle and I was home in Denver by eleven. I hit the bank, cleaned out the savings, cashed in five of the nine certificates of deposit in the deposit box and put all the money in the checking account. Diane was at work when I got home so I would be alone until six. I got on the phone, got pay off balances for all of our credit cards and then cancelled all but five of them. I kept the American Express card that I used primarily for business expenses and two of the other cards in my name and put two in Diane's name. I went back to the bank and arranged wire transfers to pay off the cards using the money in the checking account. That done I took half of the money left in checking and opened a checking account in my name only. I arranged for another safe deposit box in my name only and put two of the remaining four CDs into it and then went back home. When the kids had grown and moved out I had converted one of their bedrooms into a home office and den and the other two where kept as spare rooms for when the kids came home to visit. I picked the spare bedroom next to the den and moved all of my things into it. I was all moved in and set up when Diane came home. I heard Diane come in and call for me. "Frank? Frank? Where are you?" I ignored her as I heard her walking through the house looking for me. She finally came upstairs and I had my back to the door when she came in. "Frank? I ignored her. "Frank? Please Frank; we need to talk." I turned to face her. "Where is it written that I have to talk to an unfaithful whore?" She winced when I said that and then I said, "However we do need to talk about finances." "Finances? Why?" "Because your actions have made changes necessary. Go on downstairs and take a seat at the kitchen table and I'll be down in a minute." She left and I sorted through the papers I had been working on, picked up the ones I needed and then followed Diane down to the kitchen and took a seat across from her. "While I was gone I had a lot of time to think about what I should do and in the end I decided to do nothing." I saw relief on her face when I said that, but it faded when I said, "By nothing I mean that I will be having little or nothing to do with you. I can't see wasting money on divorce attorneys especially since at my age I don't see another marriage in my future so I'm not going to need single status. If you want a divorce you can go for it and pay for it. For now though there are some changes." I explained all that I had done with the credit cards, the savings, the CDs and the checking account. "You can have the original deposit box, but I would recommend that you open your own checking and savings accounts and we will leave the old joint account in place and call it the household account. With me so far?" "But why are you do..." "You know damned well why Diane. Okay now, the household account will be used for household expenses." I slid a piece of paper across the table to her. "That is a list of what it takes to run the house. House payment, electric bill, phone, gas, water and sewage, taxes and insurance. What we are from now on is roommates. You will need to deposit half of the amount on that paper into the household account every month from now on. We will share the house with the exception of two rooms. You will have the master bedroom as your room and Carol's old room will be my bedroom." "Why are you moving into Carol's room? You need to be in the master bedroom with me." "After what I saw taking place in that room? There is no way I'm going to stay in that room, sleep on that bed or have anything to do with the woman I saw doing what she was doing on that bed." "That's what we need to talk about Frank. What you saw isn't what you think." "Of course it was what I think it was. It was you fucking another man in our house and on our bed." "Okay Frank, but what you need to understand is that is all that it was – fucking. There was no love or affection involved; it was just me satisfying my curiosity. I love you Frank. I always have and I always will. What I felt for Stan was just a little bit of lust and that's all. It was a one-time thing to satisfy my curiosity and if you had not have come home you would never have known and it would have never happened again." "But that is the problem Diane. I did come home and I do know and because I know it changes everything. You cheated on me and that means that you can't be trusted. If you can't be trusted that means that everything you say has to be weighed and looked at to try and determine if it is the truth or a lie. You say you love me. Can you love me and still betray me? Can you love me and still disrespect me by bringing another man into my house and then fucking him on my bed? The same bed you would have slept on with me that night? How much love and respect would you be showing me by giving me that man's leavings if I would have made love to you that night? "No Diane, you can no longer be trusted. You say it was a one time thing and would have never happened again. Truth or lie? I only have your word for it that it is true, but you can't be trusted. It could just as easily been the tenth time and you could have already set up a time to do it again. But, and this is the part that counts, even if it is the truth you still stabbed me in the back. You broke the promise that you made to me when we took our vows and for what? To satisfy some curiosity of yours? Just what the hell were you so curious about that you were willing to risk your marriage to satisfy it?" She looked away from me when she said, "The size of his penis." "You have got to be shitting me. The size of his dick? Why in the hell were you curious about the size of his dick?" "Some of the girls in the office had gone out with him and they raved about how big it was and how filling it was. I listened to all the stories they told, but I didn't pay a whole lot of attention to them until he started hitting on me. Even then it was a while before I started thinking about it." "You are saying that he tried to seduce you?" "I guess he was, but I didn't pay a whole lot of attention to it at first. But I liked the attention and what woman doesn't like to feel that she is attractive. At my age it was a hell of a boost to my self esteem to have a man ten years younger than me to paying attention to me. I had lunch with him a couple of times and danced with him a couple of times when everyone in the office would stop for drinks. It was dancing with him that started me thinking of the stories I'd heard about him. I felt him push against me a time or two and he did seem rather large. "The more I thought about the stories the more curious I got. I was a virgin when I met you and you are the only man I've ever known sexually. I got to wondering what another man would be like especially a man reputed to be as big as Stan. He kept working on me and I kept wondering and I finally let my curiosity get the best of me." "You say all the other girls talked about Stan's size and abilities in bed? How many other girls?" "Seven of them." "Stan had sex with seven of them?" "They said he did." "Seven of them in your office alone. That would seem to show that Stan was pretty promiscuous. Did you ever stop to think that a guy who was fucking anything that moved might pick up a disease or two somewhere along the line?" "Oh come on Frank. If that were the case he would have given it to the girls he made love to and you can believe that if he did it would be broadcast all over the office in minutes." "You can have it and not know it Diane. In some cases you can have it for months before you show signs. If I were you I'd go and get myself tested." "The important thing Frank is that Stan meant nothing to me. There was no love involved and I can't say that there was even much like." "That's not what it sounded like when I walked into the room." "You know I like sex Frank and you know how vocal I get when I make love to you. So I made some noise. It was because I was in the middle of having sex and not because I had any special feelings for Stan. It was a mistake Frank. A major mistake and I'm sorry as hell that I slipped up and I can promise you that it will never happen again. I love you Frank and you know that I do. You can't throw away twenty-five good years because of one mistake." "I'm not throwing anything away Diane. You are the one who threw it away when you brought another man into my house and took him on my bed." I got up and left the kitchen and went back upstairs to the den and lost myself in some paperwork. \+++++++++++++++++++++ I'm a fairly light sleeper and that night about an hour after I went to bed the noise of the bedroom door opening woke me up. Diane quietly moved into the room and softly closed the door behind her. I sleep nude and it was summer so I was lying on top of the covers. Diane bent over me and took my cock into her mouth. She had always been able to turn me to jelly when she blew me and it looked like she planned to do it again in an attempt to get back into my good graces. She was totally surprised when I pushed her away. "Leave me alone Diane. I am not in the least bit interested in North's leftovers." She got off the bed and left the room crying. Maybe twenty minutes later I fell asleep and I wasn't bothered the rest of the night. Diane was in the kitchen making coffee when I came down from taking my morning shower and getting ready to go to work. Her "Good morning Frank" was met with a noncommittal grunt. I ignored her until the coffee was ready and then filled my travel mug and left for work. I waited until ten before calling Arlis North and then I filled her in on what I'd found out. "Seven other girls?" "That is what she said. Apparently your husband was the office Romeo." "Do you believe her story?" "Before I walked in on her and your husband I would have believed her if she had told me that the sun was now rising in the west, but after? I don't know. It could be true or it could be that she is just trying to put a better light on what she did by making me think that it really meant nothing." I mean how do you know? When she got caught trust went out the window. Everything she says now has to be seen as self serving." "Have you decided what you are going to do?" "The marriage is dead, but if there is a divorce she will have to be the one to go for it. My plan right now is to simply cohabit. We will coexist as roommates, but that is all. I can't see ruining myself financially just because she couldn't keep her panties on. How about you? Got a plan yet?" "I'm still thinking on it. Keep in touch Frank." "Will do Arlis. Good luck." \++++++++++++++ For the next week I made sure that I was up and gone before Diane woke up and I found things to do that kept me from going home until late. Diane was usually up waiting for me, but I ignored her. The next weekend she tried to slip into my bed again, but I told her to get away from me and leave me alone. "Damn it Frank; don't do this to me. I love you Frank and I want you." "I don't want you Diane. You are damaged goods." "My God Frank. It was only once. I haven't even talked to him since he ran out of the house. It was a one time slip in judgment Frank. Please! Give me a chance. I know it was wrong and I'm sorry. I swear to God that it will never happen again." "The problem Diane is that I don't know that it was only once. He may have been your third or fourth lover or your tenth. You may still be doing him on your lunch hours in a motel. When I caught you with him you lost all my trust Diane and there is no way I will ever trust you to tell me the truth ever again." "Please Frank, there has to be some way to put us back together. I'll do anything Frank; anything at all." "Sorry Diane, but there is no chance of our getting back together because I don't want to put us back together. The sight of you with your legs wrapped around North and the sound of your voice as you begged him to fuck you harder killed all the feelings I had for you. Look on the bright side. You are free to indulge in satisfying your curiosity whenever you want now. Just not here in this house. This house is neutral territory. You take your men elsewhere and I won't bring my women here." "Your women?" "I have no intension of going without a sex life. I'm not a bad looking guy and I've had chances up the kazoo to play around, but I never did because I promised during our wedding ceremony that I'd be faithful to you. You made the same vows, but you broke them. When you broke your vows you released me from mine. At least I won't be bringing mine in here where you can see it." She looked at me and I could tell what she was thinking. She was thinking that sharing the house and being around each other would give her a chance to work her way back into my life and that is just what I wanted her to think. I decided to give her a load to carry. "The only reason I'm doing this share the house thing is that I don't want to make the lawyers rich by going through a divorce and I don't want to give up what I have here at the house to live in an apartment. I wouldn't have a garage to work in, a basement workshop and I wouldn't have a patio where I can sit and enjoy a drink as I watch the sun set. You have two choices Diane; live with the new status quo or not. If you chose not then you can either move out or take over the house payments and expenses and I'll move out. "You say that you really do love me so here is your chance to prove it. You can accept home sharing or you can take the house and cost me my garage, my workshop and my patio just like you cost me my wife. Your choice." "There is no chance?" "I don't see how there could be Diane." She was silent for a few moments and then she opened her mouth and drove the final nail into her coffin. "What are you going to do with the pictures Frank?" "The pictures?" "The ones you took with your cell phone camera." She hadn't even talked to North since he ran out of the house? Then how did she know about the cell phone pictures? That was a story made up by Arlis and fed to her husband a good five days after I'd caught Diane and North in our bedroom. No indeed. I could not trust anything Diane told me ever again. I could not physically hurt her and kicking her out of the house would cost me more than it would punish her, but being around me all the time while I ignored her would put her through a mental hell and that was the best I could hope for. I did not doubt that she loved me and I knew she would hang in there on the remote chance that she might eventually work her way back into my good graces. It wasn't going to happen. I was not kidding when I said that seeing her with North had killed all my feelings for her, but the longer she held on hoping the longer my revenge would last. My revenge against Diane in place I turned my attention to Stanton North. \++++++++++++++++++ The private detectives report backed up what I had suspected. Getting caught by me and his wife finding out that he was a cheating asshole had not slowed him down a single bit. He was laying pipe to five women besides his wife. In the three weeks I'd had the PIs on him he hadn't done a thing with Diane, but he was nailing two of her co-workers. One of them, Mary Ellen Bingham had a husband that worked the afternoon shift and every Tuesday and Thursday after work North would pay Mary Ellen a visit at her home on Sunflower Way. He stayed two hours and then left. I checked my watch and saw that if he kept to his schedule he would be out of the house in ten minutes. I was parked one block away and one block over. I got out of my car and made my way over to the Bingham residence went around behind the garage and when I got there I slipped on the latex gloves and put on a ski mask. Mary Ellen had a three car garage and when North visited he pulled into the garage and parked and closed the garage door so the neighbors wouldn't get to talking about Mary Ellen's visitor. Wouldn't want the word to get back to Mary Ellen's hubby now would we? I used a small pry bar to force the lock on the back door to the garage and I was waiting when the connecting door to the house opened and North came out. A naked Mary Ellen stood in the doorway and watched North walk to his car. Fifty thousand volts from the Taser had him writhing on the garage floor and before Mary Ellen could even scream I said in what I hoped was a disguised voice: "Scream or call the cops and your hubby will find out what has been going on. Best you go back in the house and pretend that nothing is going on out here. I won't kill him, but you can be sure that another husband that he has stabbed in the back is getting even." She jumped backwards and slammed the door. Mary Ellen knew me from all the company picnics and Christmas parties that Diane had taken me to, but I was counting on the ski mask and the disguised voice to keep her from knowing who was fucking over her fuck buddy. I couldn't count on her not calling the police so I had to hurry. I pulled North's pants off of him and believe me when I tell you that pulling pants off of a guy in convulsions isn't easy. Once I had his pants off I took my revenge. Proud of his package was he? Well his package was going to pay. I took the fully charged cattle prod and touched it to his cock and balls as many times as I could until it was fully discharged. I kicked him twice in the ribs for the hell of it and then I took his wallet and checkbook and got the hell out of there. I heard no sirens so maybe Mary Ellen didn't call the cops. As I drove away I thought about what I had just done. I had no idea how much damage, if any, that the cattle prod would cause and whether or not there would be any last effects, but I can honestly say that I enjoyed everyone of North's screams when a cattle prod charge flashed through his cock and balls. I never did hear how Mary Ellen made out on the deal. Was she able to get North out of there and keep her husband in the dark or did she have to call for medical attention for North and have to explain an ambulance at the house to her hubby? Still wearing the latex gloves I put the wallet and checkbook in a package I had already prepared and sent it to Arlis at her office. There was no note enclosed and I would deny I knew anything about it, but when her hubby came home hurting and then his wallet showed up in the mail she would think she knew who had done it. \+++++++++++++++++++++ Three weeks after my little party with North I got a phone call from Arlis. "You busy for lunch?" "I haven't made any plans; why?" "I think it is time for us to have a face to face. How about noon at the Lido? I'll be the redhead anxiously checking out every man who walks in to see if I can figure out which one is you." "Noon it is." I didn't see her anxiously checking faces, but she was easy to spot since she was the only redhead in the place sitting alone. North was a flaming idiot to be screwing around on her. She was drop dead gorgeous. I walked up to her table. "Mrs. North?" "No Frank; it is Arlis. You haven't called me Mrs. North since our first phone conversation." I took a seat across from her and said, "Might I ask what prompted you to ask me to lunch?" "I just wanted a good look at the man who keeps screwing up my life." "I'm screwing up your life? How am I doing that?" "First you made me pull my head out of the sand and face up to what I was fairly sure he was doing, but hoped he wasn't. Then, after I let him talk me into giving him one more chance, you took away the best thing that he had going for him." "I don't understand." "Sure you do. Stan is a good provider and a pretty decent father to our kids, but the best thing that he had going for him was that he was great in bed. Notice that I said "was?" "And I took it away? How did I do that?" "Don't play the innocent with me Frank. We both know who did a number on Stan's private parts." "I don't have a clue as to what you are talking about." "Sure you don't. Anyway, ever since you did whatever it was that you did to him he has not been able to get it up and don't give me any of that crap about not knowing what I'm talking about. Wallets in the mail are kind of your trademark." Just then the waitress walked up to take our order. As Arlis ordered a salad and ice tea I gave her a good once over. Yes indeed, her husband was an idiot not to have stayed home. As well as being gorgeous Arlis was pretty sharp as I quickly found out. "Well?" she asked. "Well what?" "Do I pass?" "What are you talking about now?" "What? I wasn't supposed to notice you checking me out just now?" I was caught and I knew it so I just gave her a goofy smile and said, "Who? Me?" "Yes you and I hope you like what you see because the real reason for this little get together is to offer it to you." I don't know what the look on my face was saying to her, but she went on: "I am a very sexual person with a very high sex drive and since you have taken my play toy away from me I feel that it is only fair that you take over his duties." That caught me flat-footed and I didn't know what to say. She smiled at me and said: "I'll bet you weren't expecting that one were you?" "To be honest, it never entered my mind." "Well Frank, here is the way I see it. You deprived me of my bed partner so it is only fair that you take his place and second, what can be a more fitting way to get back at your wife and my husband?" "I don't know Arlis. The package is outstanding, but I don't know that it is a good idea. The situation that I'm in right now could be upset if I give Diane grounds to sue for divorce." "You aren't divorcing her?" I explained what I was doing and she laughed. "You are evil aren't you, but not to worry. I don't intend to broadcast it. If Stan never gets the use of his equipment back I'll divorce him and I don't want him to have grounds to counter sue either." "You are serious about this?" "You betcha!" And that is how my Affair with Arlis North started. It has been going on for over a year now and it doesn't show any sign of ending any time soon. Her husband still hasn't been able to get an erection. The doctors say there is no physical reason for him not to be able to perform so his problem is probably mental. Arlis says she will give him until the end of the year and then if he still can't get it up he will be history. As far as I know Diane hasn't been seeing anyone, but she is well aware that I'm seeing someone, but she has no idea who. The knowledge that I am having sex with another woman is killing her, but she keeps hanging on hoping for a miracle that is never going to come. I couldn't ask for better revenge.
Matt's Birthday Present	106,155	4.51	1,295,819	[ "dominant", "shemale", "tranny", "t-girl", "present", "birthday", "submissive male", "forced" ]	Author's note: Matt requested this story and suggested a framework for it almost three years ago and I put him off because I was working on one of my own stories. Poor guy ended up waiting a long time. Please accept my apologies Matt and I hope this one was worth the wait. Not just for you, but for the rest of my patient fans as well. This will most likely be my last post here. In the future, if you want to read my works you will need to search my pen name or send me an email. Thank you to all who read and comment on my work. Sometimes a guy can have it all and it still isn't enough. Take for instance my good friend Matt. He ups and goes to college in South Africa, to Kearsney College in Hillcrest, a western suburb of the ocean side city of Durban. Attending college in such a beautiful spot with loads of sunshine, palm trees and miles of incredible beaches nearby should be enough on its own. Heaven knows it would be for me, but then I'm not Matt. Matt had to go and ratchet it up yet another notch. Not that it was his intent at the time, he was actually just being his usual nice guy self. Matt was refueling his car at a BP Station on M33 when he noticed a car sitting in the lot with the hood up and steam wafting from underneath. Being the nice guy that he is Matt approached the car to offer his assistance. Imagine his delighted surprise when the driver turned out to be an incredibly beautiful young woman. Long blonde hair, green eyes and a curvaceous figure that was not hidden in the least by the white shorts and red tank top she wore. The young woman was on her way to a photo shoot on Tongaat Beach when her car's radiator decided it had had enough of the heat. Matt couldn't fix the radiator, but he could deliver her to the photo shoot. He made arraignments to have the car repaired at a local shop he used and then they were off for the coast. On the way out he learned her name, Tracy, her aspirations to become a model and that she liked any music that had a good dance beat. Matt spent the day with her at the photo shoot. He stood quietly by burning into his memory how her body moved with each new pose for the camera. When they got back to her car Matt paid the repair shop to help her out since funds were tight and they made plans for a date the following weekend. A month later they were dating. The next year was pretty idyllic for Matt. Tracy's modeling career exploded and in South Africa she was becoming quite popular. With the fame also came money, money she was willing to spend on her boyfriend. Matt was the envy of all of his friends and pretty much 90% of the male population in the region. I'd like to tell you that they lived happily ever after, but like all tales there are some bumps in the road. Matt's bump was a fixation with T-Girls. When Tracy was out of town on a shoot Matt would spend his down time surfing the Shemale/Tranny sites. Matt was nuts about Tracy, but there was just something about those girls with a little, or in some cases a lot, extra that turned him on. And when the girl was dominant...oh my...that was the icing on the cake. Now I don't want you to read too much into all of this and think that Matt was secretly gay and pining away for some guy. Matt was very much a girl's guy. He liked them and they liked him. He was about 5' 9" tall, well built and good looking with brown eyes and dark brown hair that was always stylish. Top all that off with a pair of full lips that made girls want to kiss him and these things assured that he never suffered from a lack of dating options. In fact, sex with Tracy was off the charts, because she was the kind of girl that liked sex and would pretty much do it anywhere. Including in public places. But that's a different story and one Matt should tell. Matt was pretty computer savvy and generally did a good job of covering his surfing tracks until that day Tracy came home early to surprise him. She didn't catch him in the act, but it was darn close. The worst part was Matt didn't get a chance to get back in to delete his browsing history. About a month passed and Tracy never mentioned finding evidence of his T-Girls and slowly he began to relax. This sounds like the place in the story where it should be coming to an end, but alas, that is not the case. Matt's story is just beginning.... Tracy was looking in the mirror as she put on her favorite hoop earrings. Matt laid on the bed and watched her as she got dressed. He loved to watch how her body moved. He didn't have class until later in the morning and tried to make sure his schedule always afforded him the opportunity to watch her morning routine. "Tracy, you are the most beautiful woman in the world." She smiled at him in the mirror. He told her this every morning. "I can't believe that you were just in bed making love to me. I must be dreaming, but if I am don't wake me up! I want to dream this forever!" Tracy looked amazing in a lacy black dress that came to the middle of her silky thighs. You could see through the dress in most places except where some panels were built in for the barest of modesty. Her makeup accentuated her green eyes and the strappy pumps made her already long legs look unbelievable. "I'm sure if you woke me up I'd be in bed with some 5 foot tall, 200 pound toothless woman." Tracy laughed and the sound of it made his heart glow. "I'm sure she's much more beautiful than I am." Tracy turned and faced him. "After all, just look at me! I'm far too skinny!" she came over to the bed and without warning pinched him. He yelped and tried to squirm away as she pinched him a couple of more times. "Not waking up? Too bad, you must be stuck in this hell with me!" She laughed as he sullenly rubbed at the pinched spots. "I guess it is a hell. Damn, those hurt!" "Awww, let me give you a kiss and then you'll forget all about them." Tracy leaned in and pressed her soft lips to his and true to her word Matt forgot all about the pain. "Sure I can't talk you into staying a little longer?" He asked after the kiss. "I'd love to do nothing more than make love to you all day for your birthday, but someone is willing to pay me quite a bit of money to wear their skimpy clothes and I don't want to disappoint them." "I suppose that is for the best." "Take my word for it, it is." Tracy went back to the mirror for one last look. She straighten some imaginary wrinkles then looked at Matt in the mirror and said, "I've made some special arrangements for your birthday. I thought I'd take you out to a club in Durham called The Lounge. It's on Stamford Hill Rd. Do you know it?" "No. What kind of club is it?" "It's a dance club of course! So wear some comfortable shoes. There'll be lots of dancing...amongst other things." Tracy winked at him in the mirror and Matt almost got a hard-on simply from the implied possibility of public sex. She knew how much that turned him on. "Will you meet me there?" He sat up in bed and nodded, tasseled hair bouncing as he answered, "Of course!" She turned away from the mirror and gave him one last passionate kiss. The kind he loved, were her tongue filled his mouth. She broke the kiss and gave him a smile. "See you at the club birthday boy!" She was out of the room before he realized he didn't know what time. "Tracy!" He called after her. "What time?!" "After 9 baby!" He heard the door close and he was alone. He glanced at the clock and had a couple of hours before he had to be at class so he hopped out of bed and turned on his laptop as he headed to the bathroom. When he came out he jumped on his imaginary surf board and caught a wave to one of his favorite spots, Foxy Angel's website. He had originally found out about her pictures through an erotic story he'd read on line and since then had become a fan. Angel is a tall blonde American T-Girl with an incredible figure and a megawatt smile. Matt could easily take care of business just looking at her standing there wearing nothing but some high heels and a hard-on. Lucky for him there were quite a few of those shots and also lots of pictures of her with her impressive girl cock buried balls deep in some fortunate guy. He wasn't sure if he would actually want to be in that position, but it was fun to fantasize about! He clicked on a video where she is pumping some bald muscular guy's ass while his head is stuffed in a sports locker. In no time Matt is blowing his approval into a wad of tissues. At the Club Matt entered The Lounge with a smile. He stopped at the first bar he came to and ordered a local beer from Black Horse Brewery. Matt is blessed with a youthful face and the bartender asked to see his identification to prove he was at least 18. He looks from the ID back to Matt. "Happy Birthday Matt! Your first beer's on the house and I was told to send you to the party room in the back. You're girlfriend Tracy has something special planned for you." He gave Matt a wink as he pointed him toward the party. Matt grin grew even bigger. He worked through the people dancing to the throbbing beat and headed toward a pair of double doors in the back wall. There was no one in front of them so he pulled one open and walked inside. "SURPRISE!!!" The room exploded with sound. People were clapping and cheering and some patted him on the back as they all hustled him deeper into the room. He looked all around as he moved farther inside and realized that it was set up like a small amphitheater. At the back was a raised stage and the floor stepped down toward it where Tracy stood in a pool of bright light. Still in that incredible dress from this morning she looked dazzling. In one hand she held a glass of Champagne as she beckoned to him to join her on stage. Matt's heart was beating hard as he mounted the two steps to reach his girlfriend. She took his hand and pulled him into a kiss causing the room to explode again in cheers and catcalls. This made Tracy laugh and brought an end to the kiss. She held up her hands for everyone to quiet down and slowly the volume dropped to just a rustle. "For those of you who don't know him, I would like to introduce you to my birthday boy, Matt!" Polite applause. "Today is his 21st birthday and I promised him something special!" This brings on much louder applause and it takes a while for Tracy to get the crowd back under control. "You see, Matt is a rather saucy young man with unusual appetites." Behind her hand she confided in the crowd, "He likes it when we do it in public." This brings out more cheers and catcalls from the audience. Tracy puts her empty hand on her hip and gives a little shimmy as she holds her Champagne glass above her head. All of the blood drains from Matt's face. "Tracy! What are you doing?" "I'm giving you your birthday present!" She slurs her speech just a little and Matt knows right then that she has already had more than a few drinks. "I'm not sure this is...." "Nonsense!" She caressed his cheek with her hand. "I want to do this for you baby!" She turns back to the crowd. "How many of you want to see Matt get fucked on this very stage!" The room goes crazy and Matt is mortified. She's been ok with doing it in dangerous places, but never as an exhibition. And what about her career? Is she going to throw all of that away for one night of craziness? From somewhere in the crowd a guy hollered, "Take it off Tracy!" She turned in the direction of the voice and with a huge smile downed the Champagne and tossed the glass out into the crowd. She reaches behind her back for the zipper and starts to pull it down slowly, ever so slowly, the room dissolved into more of a ruckus than ever, but before she got too far Tracy broke out laughing. "Not by me you bunch of sillies, by her!" Tracy pointed over to a darker part of the stage and all eyes fell on the Amazonian beauty that stepped confidently into the light. Her long blonde hair shone in the lights and her brown eyes smoldered. She looked at Matt as if she wanted to devour him. Cheers slowly broke out as the audience began to recognize her. She was wore a skin tight red dress with red stilettos to match. In measured strides she approached Matt and stopped with her breasts only inches from his chest. She placed her hands on her hips and stood commandingly before him. Matt wanted to drop straight through the floor. Before him stood the woman who earlier on his laptop had buried her dick in the bald guy's ass with his head in the locker. He was looking up into the stern eyes of Foxy Angel. "Ladies and gentlemen!" Tracy continued, "I would like to introduce to you the Legendary Foxy Angel! Though I had to apologize to her when we first spoke because I didn't know who she was until I read about her on the internet. And wouldn't ever have known about her if it hadn't been for good ole Matt here!" She gave Matt a slap on the back that pushed him into Angel's boobs. "You see, Matt doesn't seem to like all of this," She made sweeping motions around her magnificent body. "He likes girls like Angel here. Girls with a little something extra, or in Angel's case, a lot extra. Nine inches of thick hard girl meat!" Tracy grabbed her crotch. "Something I don't have." She pushed out her bottom lip in a pout. "So being the brilliant girlfriend that I am, I have arranged for Angel and Matt to meet and put on a little show for you all." Sudden realization engulfed Matt and he whirled to confront Tracy. Ever the one to be quick on his mental feet he goes for denial. "What are you talking about Tracy? I don't have any idea who this person is and sure as hell...." "Don't lie to me! I read it all on the computer! She wasn't the only one, but Angel sure as hell is your favorite! Show him Angel." From somewhere Angel produced a smart phone and after a couple of clicks she read out to the crowd. "He was on the site at 8:36 this morning and watched one of the locker room videos." She looked at Matt. "Nice choice." She purred. "Those are some of my favorites." Angel gave him a knowing wink. Matt realized things were veering out of control fast. He started to make for the stairs to get the hell out, but before he could get very far several burly guys barred his path. When he backed up Tracy grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back by Angel. "Now, now Matt. This is the chance of a lifetime! You don't want to pass this up, do you?" He turned to Tracy, soft and urgent he said, "Please, please Tracy. Stop this! I'm sorry I looked at those sites. I won't ever do it again. Please tell everyone this is just a big joke!" Tracy's eyes and tone were ice cold as she replied, "Oh it's a big joke alright. And I'm the one laughing. You should have thought about how seeing that might make me feel. I really like Angel. I think we'll still be friends after this is all over. Can't say the same for us." To the crowd she said, "I think it's time to get this show on the road!" Cheers swell to fill the room. "Now Matt here thinks he's quite the lover and to be honest I've had worse." Another voice from the crowd says, "Let me try!" Tracy smiles and replies, "Maybe we'll talk after the show...." The crowd goes wild. "....but don't bet on it!" People around the person who yelled push and jeer at him. "Matt also thinks he's pretty well hung, so I think we need to have a little contest to see how he measures up with a woman like Angel." Again the crowd erupts. Matt turned and looked at Angel where a bulge was already evident in the front of her dress. The smile on her face showed absolute confidence that she would win. "Come on you two, let's see that equipment!" Without hesitation Angel pulled up the front of her dress and pushed her panties down to free her already growing member. All Matt could do was stand there and gawk. She was maybe half hard and he already knew that he was in trouble. Angel looked at Matt expectantly and when he made no move to join the competition she said, "What's wrong Matt? Cat got your penis?" This got a chuckle from the crowd. "Let me guess, when you took a shower it shrunk in the wash." More chuckles from the audience. "Maybe you need a little help." Angel stepped up to Matt and squatted all the way down till her butt hit her heals, her cock hung between her feet. He tried to back up, but Tracy was behind him. She put her mouth by his ear. "Don't you want your dick sucked? You couldn't get enough of it this morning." Some people in the front heard her and snickered. "Matt, there is no use resisting. This is something you've dreamed of and I'm here to help make it happen." Tracy said mockingly. Angel undid Matt's shorts and pulled them down to reveal his penis. It was shriveled with fear and the few people that could see it and compare it to Angel's could easily see whose was larger. Angel said, "Oh look at the poor little thing. It must have stage fright. Here let me coax it some." Her warm mouth engulfed him and even though he was dying of embarrassment his penis began to respond. It grew quickly in her mouth. She was very good, much better than Tracy, but then she had a familiarity with the equipment that Tracy didn't possess. The crowd only murmured while Angel worked and when she pulled away Matt was at full attention. Angel stood up and turned Matt so the crowed could see them together. She faced him and moved in close enough to get their cocks side by side. Then grabbed them both in one hand as her other hand grabbed a hunk of butt cheek to help keep them close. She pumped back and forth, her hand sliding along the pair of dicks and it was obvious that she was already longer and thicker. But Angel wanted more than just to win. She wanted to drive her superiority home so she pulled her hand away and said, "What do you think everyone? How does our birthday boy measure up?" They all started hollering and talking at once. Matt's insides were like water, he was humiliated...and yet...excited. His penis was achingly hard as he watched Angel stroke her cock. She reached out and took his hand. She wrapped it around her growing member and said, "C'mon Matt. Give a girl a hand. You want me to be at my biggest don't you? We should both be at our best for a competition like this." She felt hot and it was strange to hold another person's penis in his hand, let alone one so much larger than his own. So why was he so excited? He knew what it was. This curvy woman's body was exciting to look at, but add in the fact that he was holding her cock and it was intoxicating. And make no mistake about it, it was a cock. Where his penis was thin and light, Angel's cock was fat and heavy. Hers had a certain power behind it that made Matt weak in the knees. Angel watched his eyes as he stroked her. She said softly, just for him to hear, "You can feel it can't you. The power. The confidence that radiates from me. It's fully hard now and you want to keep stroking it don't you." And Matt did. He was mesmerized like a mouse caught in the eyes of a snake. There was a petite dark skinned beauty in the front of the crowd and Angel motioned for her to come up on the stage. "You will be our official judge. Take them in your hands and tell the crowd which is the biggest. Which of us has a real cock and which only has a little penis!" The girl licked her lips as she looked at them both. The crowd called and hooted as she took them each in hand. Without hesitation she lifted Angel's cock like she was lifting a prize fighters arm and declared, "We have a winner!" The crowd went wild as Angel took a bow. Angel turned to Matt and said, "It's time. You need to get on your knees and show the room and the world, I'm the winner." She stood in front of him, hands on her hips, her straining girl cock standing straight out from her body, just like it did in all those pictures on her website. How many times had he fantasized about her forcing him to pleasure her and now here she was, but something held him back. He wasn't sure he wanted to be that submissive guy. Panic began to overcome him and he wanted to get out of the room, run out into the night and away from all of this. He started to back away, trying to find an escape. The look on Angel's face darkened as she realized that she was going to have to take command of the situation. "Matt!" He stopped cold and the whole place when quiet. She began to tap her foot, one hand still on her hip as she pointed to the floor at her feet with the other. "On...your...knees." It didn't seem possible, but Matt thought her cock looked a little bigger and harder at that moment. She was comfortable with her power and her confidence flowed out around him like an ocean wave, the undertow pulling him back to her. When he was in front of her, she looked down at him and put a hand on each shoulder. With little actual effort she pushed him down into position. Her cock looked massive just inches from his face. "It's going to be hard to swallow, but don't worry, I'll help." Tears streamed down his face, this was his last chance to stop, but he didn't. He opened his mouth and took the tip inside. He struggled with the size, but she took no pity on him. She leaned forward at the hips and placed both hands on the back of his head and pulled him forward until he gagged. The group cheered and Angel said loudly, "That's it Matt. This is the way to show your respect when you lose a cock fight with a T-Girl." Matt looked up at her across the wrinkled red expanse of her dress. Angel's face was serious and he could tell from her eyes she expected him to obey her. "Now, suck me." She commanded and Matt complied. "All those hours spent watching me bend guys to my will and now here you are on your knees before me. Just where you've always dreamed of being. My girl cock in your mouth, teasing the back of your throat. Feel how soft and silky the skin feels on your lips, on your tongue? Even better than you could imagine and look how cute you are with those full, cock sucking lips wrapped around me. Those lips were made to suck cock Matt, you were made to suck mine." Angel began to pump her hips a little and he could feel the crown of the head sliding back and forth, creating a sucking and swishing sound in his head. His eyes were watering and his jaws started to ache. Slowly he failed at holding his mouth open and his teeth drug across her skin. "Uh oh. Looks like you're going to need a lot more practice before we're going to do any marathon suck sessions. The feel of your teeth ruins the vibe, but that's okay. These folks came to watch me fuck you Matt." The crowd cheers again, louder than before and some comments are heard. 'Bend him over and lay the pipe to him Angel!' 'I want to see it go in his ass and pop out his mouth!' 'Use him Angel, make him your bitch!' "You hear that Matt? This group is very excited about the cock in your mouth being in your ass. What about you? Are you excited? Not that it matters what you think or feel, that hard little penis is screaming at me that you like it, but I don't want you to be my bitch. You're not a girl and I don't want you to act like one. I like to fuck guys. I want to hear your young man's voice groaning in pleasure and pain as I fuck you. I'm a woman who fucks men and I like it that way." She stepped back from Matt, cock shiny from his attention and ordered, "Get undressed. All of it." "Angel, please. I don't want to do this. I...I...just want to go home." Tracy was still on stage and stepped up to Angel and Matt. "Now's no time to get cold feet Matt! Maybe you need a little encouragement." To the crowd she made a pouty face and said, "Matt is shy. He doesn't want to get undressed in front of you." The audience started clapping and calling out encouragement and soon they settled into the chant, "TAKE, IT, OFF! TAKE, IT, OFF! TAKE, IT, OFF!" Matt looked at Tracy with pleading eyes, but was met with that ice cold glare. She leaned in and said only to him. "Matt. Here's the deal. Angel is going to fuck you and I'm going to watch. If you truly hate it and can convince me that you'll never be interested in T-Girls again, I'll take you back home with me." Matt started to plead with Tracy, "I don't need to do this to tell you I'm through with them! I won't ever look..." Tracy cut him off. "It's too late for that now. The path back to me lies directly along Angel's big dick. If you don't let her fuck you, we're through. I won't live always wondering about our relationship." Matt looked around the room at all of the people. "Do I have to do it in front of all these people? Can't we just take her back home with us?"' "Hell no! They all paid to see this show and Angel is making a video for her website. How do you think I got her from Florida all the way to South Africa?" Matt realized that he was fucked. Right now. No matter what happened with Angel. Tracy saw the light of understanding grow on Matt's face. "Good. You understand." As she returned to the back of the stage Matt focused his attention on Angel. "Matt, it's not good to keep a lady waiting." Angel purred. "Now get those clothes off!" Matt rose to his feet and sullenly undressed. He pulled his shirt over his head, kicked his shorts to one side and stepped out of his shoes. He stood there in a pair of boxer briefs. Angel raised one eyebrow. Without saying a word she pointed to the shorts and motioned down. Like a petulant child Matt shoved his briefs to the floor and added them to the pile of clothes. Angel played to the crowd as she slowly walked around Matt, inspecting him. She ran her hand over his chest, across one shoulder and down his back to his ass. She caressed his ass cheeks and then gave them a sharp slap. "Look at that ass! Nice and round, not too big or small. Just right to act as a shock absorber for a high speed ass fucker!" Angel stepped up behind him and bumped her hips against his butt. He could feel her cock nestle into his butt crack like a hotdog in a bun. "Matt, I think you were made to be my fuck toy! Cock sucking lips and the perfect ass! What more could a girl ask for?" Applause and hoots filled the room. Angel leaned in close, her body pressed along his back and said into his ear. "Don't waste time worrying about Tracy. Once I'm finished with you won't want a girl like her ever again." Angel worked her hips, moving her heavy cock in his ass crack. "Feel that? It's nice and hard, ready to do deliciously deviant things to your sweet virgin ass." Addressing the crowd, "What do you say folks? Is it time for Matt to give his virginity to me?" The roar was deafening, but Matt still heard Angel's evil little chuckle. "I guess it's time baby. Bend over." But Matt didn't. He couldn't bring himself to do it. This was like some surreal dream where he was getting something he had dreamed about, except now he wasn't sure he still wanted it. Maybe he had been humiliated in the cock comparison and maybe he had sucked her here in front of everyone, but damn it, it was going to stop here! "No. No! I won't!" Angel pulled him tightly against her. One arm up across his chest and the other low across his stomach and hip. This pushed her cock deeper into his ass crack and he could feel it swell as her excitement grew. She had a raw power that was inimitable and when she licked his ear a shiver ran through him. "Mmmmmm...are you going to struggle Matt? I like boys who play hard to get. Makes getting them all the sweeter." Hearing her say that made his knees weak, but he held his resolve. She nipped his ear with her teeth. "Struggle. C'mon, you can get away. After all, I'm just a woman and you're a strong young man. How can I hold you? How can I fuck you against your will?" Matt suddenly started squirming and tried to pull away. Angel had to work at it, but she held him tight. The crowd was going crazy. Cheering for both of them as they struggled. Matt changed tactics and pushed backward. This caught Angel off guard and she lost her balance for a second. As they were falling backward Angel stepped back, forcing them to pivot on the way down and when they landed she was on top. Thankfully a mattress had been placed on stage behind them for later use and Matt landed mostly on it, but her full weight coming down on him forced the air from his lungs. All he could do was gasp beneath her, the fight knocked out of him with the breath. Angel sat up to let him breathe, but stayed astraddle his thighs. Beside the mattress were several bottles of liquid. She grabbed the first one and dumped a liberal amount into his ass crack and over her raging hard on. He was slicked up and ready for action. Angel turned to the crowd, "Are you ready?" Deafening noise from the crowd. "That's it! Let me hear it! It's time to take Matt's virginity!" They're cheering like crazy, all the while thinking that this is all staged for the video. They have no idea that Angel is about be take Matt against his will. Angel placed the slippery head between his ass cheeks and located his hole with the tip. She is well practiced and knows to rub the lube around and dip it into his tight sphincter a few times before going in. Matt is still trying to catch his breath as he makes pleading noises. Angel leans up over him to get close enough to his ear for him to hear her. "Matt honey, this is going to be a little uncomfortable at first. I really don't want to hurt you, but we can't stop now. If I'm truthful with myself I don't want to stop. I like your ass Matt, it's really got me turned on. This whole thing is over the top and I'm loving it. Push back against me as I go in and I'll try to be gentle." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek that left Matt confused. She actually wanted him? Was turned on by him and this whole situation? He could hear the excitement in Angel's sexy voice. "Here we go lover." Angel sat back up and spread his ass cheeks with both hands. She placed the tip against him and said loudly, "Here I come Matt! Happy 21st birthday!" The crowd was mesmerized as they watched the tip of Angel's cock spread him open. Against the back wall Tracy was breathing hard and a little trickle of her own excitement ran down the inside of her thigh. Matt opened further and further to accept Angel and when the head popped inside the crowd watched her disappear into him with one steady stroke. Matt arched his back and yelled into the mattress as she filled him. "Oh hell yea!" Angel groaned. "You got one nice ass baby! So tight and quivery. It feels like your milking me!" Angel's red dress was up around her waist, but other than that she was still fully clothed as she began to fuck a completely naked Matt. He was only partially up on the mattress to where his hips hung on the edge and that held them up a little making it easy for Angel to pound his ass. Matt wasn't struggling anymore. He was focused on what it felt like to get fucked. Not just the physical aspect of it all, but also the submissiveness. How easily she took him and used him for her pleasure. Angel pulled him up on his knees and squatted over his ass as she varied the tempo of her thrusts. Some were fast and hard, some long and slow and occasionally she would just grind against him. "Oh baby, I can tell you were meant for this. You know how to take me and give me just what I need. I love the way your ass keeps squeezing my dick. Some guys never learn how to do that right and you're a natural!" She reached around behind them and found his cock with her hand and pulled it back between his legs. He was rock hard and when she rubbed her finger across the tip she could feel the pre-cum. She milked his penis toward the tip pulling more from him and rubbed it around the glans. It was slippery and her hand was tight and he could feel the pull all the way into his guts. He moaned into the mattress and then suddenly she was gone. Out of his ass and off of his body, but only for a second. Angel grabbed his leg and flopped him onto his back and shoved him farther up onto the mattress. In a second she was between his legs and back inside of him. She grabbed another bottle of lube and put some in her hand. The smell of cherries filled his nostrils as she grabbed his prick again and started stroking him in time with her thrusts. "Look at me, in my eyes. I want you connected to me. Look at my breasts and my long hair. I'm a hot woman who's fucking you and loving it Matt. Your little girlfriend can't do this to you. Can't make you feel like this. When I look in your eyes I can see that you like what I'm doing. When I grip your cock Its so rock hard that it screams you want me to fuck you. Look at Tracy." Matt did and he saw her rubbing her clit through her panties. "She's getting off on this scene too. But deep down she's afraid that I'm ruining you forever." Angel shoved her cock as deep into Matt as it would go. "This is what you like now. This is what you will crave. You're a guy that has found how exciting it can be to let go and submit to a woman like me and I want you as mine!" Through all of this the crowd cheered and clapped and chanted, but Angel could sense that they were losing interest. They wanted the finale. Angel laid down onto top of Matt. Their faces only inches apart. She runs her fingers through his hair a few times then pulls his mouth to hers in a passionate kiss that he eagerly returns. Everyone in the room could tell that Matt had given himself over to Angel. They make out for a few moments more then she asked him, "Are you ready to cum?" "Yes!" He groans out for all to hear. "I want us to come together. We have to give them a good show. Understand?" "Yes, but I don't know if I can control it well enough to..." She bathes him in that radiant smile. "Don't worry lover. When you start to cum, I'll be right there with you. Nothing turns me on more than making my guy cum while I'm fucking him." Angel got up off of Matt and pulled him into a standing position. She turned him around and squatted down a little. He spread his ass cheeks for her and when she pushed back into him he shivered in delight. "Angel, that feels so good! I don't ever want you to stop, but I'm going to cum soon!" The crowd is rowdy again when they hear this and see Matt reach back to grab Angel's hips in his hands. Angel tells them. "I'm going to cum in his ass. I'm going to give him a big creampie and then he'll belong to me! C'mon! I want to hear you chant! CREAMPIE!" And as one they roared, "CREAMPIE! CREAMPIE! CREAMPIE!" Angel reached around, grabbed Matt's cock and started to shake it like a whip cream can while she pounded his cute butt. Both of them started groaning and moaning, calling out each other's names as they built to a crescendo. "Oh Angel! I'm cumming, I'm CUMMING!!!!" When Tracy heard that she rushed over and dropped to her knees in front of Matt. Angel feels Matt's ass clamp down on her and that sends her over the edge. She is too engrossed in her orgasm to aim Matt's cock. "I'm cumming too! Oh Matt! I'm cumming inside of you! Here's your real birthday present!" As the words left her mouth Matt was squirting cum all over Tracy. Angel rose up lifting Matt onto his toes and exploded deep in his ass. Tracy's hand was working furiously under her dress and as Matt's cum showered over her she came to a screeching orgasm with them. The crowd exploded into applause and cheers. People whistled and hollered and stamped their feet. Angel let Matt back down as they caught their breath and looked over his shoulder at cum splattered Tracy. She said to him, "Wow. I didn't see that coming." He shook his head in agreement. "You've got one more thing. The money shot. I'm going to pull out of you and you're going to turn your back to the crowd, spread your ass cheeks and let my cum run out of you." When Angel pulled out he turned his back to the crowd, bent forward at the waist a little and pulled his ass apart. Angel stood beside him and bent down to give him a kiss on the back as she watched her cum run out and drip on the floor. There was another huge cheer from the crowd. Angel pulled Matt back around and motioned to Tracy to get up. Angel got between them and with her guidance they all took a couple of bows as the crowd clapped and cheered. On wobbly legs Tracy stepped forward and told the crowd, "Thank you for coming! I'm glad you enjoyed the show!" The crowd took the hint and began to filter out the door as they chattered about the show. Matt's head was all a swirl. This was hands down the most off the hook, incredible thing he had ever done in his life. His ass was tired and a little sore, but if Angel grabbed him and wanted another go he would swoon into her arms. He was hers if she wanted him. When he came out of his daze and looked around Tracy and Angel were handing him a glass of Champagne. Tracy leaned in and kissed him on the lips. It was an eager kiss, but a little nervous and reserved. Angel said to her, "So. Our deal was if I made him cum he was mine." "That's what I said." Tracy sullenly agreed. A smirk touched the corners of Angel's mouth. "Sounds like you're having second thoughts." "Well, I have to admit that I really liked watching you fuck him. It was a huge turn on and something that I'd like to try...that is, if he'd let me." Tracy gave a sidelong glance at Matt. Angel looked at him too and asked, "Well?" Matt was blown away. Things were suddenly very different from what he'd thought. "Um, sure! I'd be willing to try that! But, I was wondering...what are you doing the rest of the night Angel?" "Well if Tracy liked once maybe she'll like it again. What do say Tracy? Why don't we give Matt one hell of a good birthday present?" Tracy excitedly agreed, "Sounds great to me!" And that my friends is how Matt had the most incredible birthday ever and broadened his horizons in the process. Just when he thought his whole relationship was going down the tubes his model girlfriend found a whole new thing to try out in all those public places. But there again, those are stories Matt will have to tell....
10,000 Strokes	8,198	4.6	1,596,468	[ "japan", "cat", "love", "curse" ]	Sometimes, when I let my guard down, it seems so very much like he would be the one that I would surely cry if I could. Fortunately, I do not often let my guard down, but on those rare occasions, I am grateful for the moments when my memory fades. Usually, I try to resist the nature of my physical form, but then the headache begins, and eventually I release to escape the pain. However, when my guard is down, and I am wrought with emotion, I freely allow the creature to envelope my true self. With that state being very much like a sleep, I always "wake up" feeling refreshed. Upon that special awakening, I slowly regain my memories, or at least most of them, and then I can continue in my ancient objective. Actually, most of the time, there is very little I can do in my form, especially when he is awake at work or shopping. To my great fortune, that is typically all that keeps him from me. The interesting thing that I have noticed is that it has become that more often than not, the times I am receiving his affections, I'm not even thinking about how they might ultimately benefit me. One day, while he was at work, and I was in my own mind, I found myself wanting him home simply for who he was. That realization was the very first time I had ever began to have truly sincere feelings for one of those whom I had always otherwise thought of as merely candidates. My emotions were then compounded by the prospect that perhaps it was that very thing that made all the previous candidates failures. With any luck, since this is something that I have thought about many times, I am less likely to lose control, because losing that emotional control only encouraged the creature to envelope me. While the escape was a blessing, it also left me with less time. I had quickly learned over the centuries to apply good timing to changes. A lesser intensity of thought or emotion allows for more time as my true self, therefore I must keep measure of my thoughts, in order to help ensure that I am myself as much as I can, while he is home. In the past, it had always helped also in order to simply keep myself alive. I possess no knowledge of, nor control over, the creature's actions, and the dangers outside have always been varied and plentiful. It is always a blessing when I am able to stay indoors so that I can more easily arrange my awakenings, in as much as they can be arranged. When I need to encourage a quicker change, I often either learn new things, when the opportunity arises, or I do as I am now, and simply ponder my existence, in hopes of obtaining an even greater understanding of what I am. I was brought into the United States shortly before the invention of the television: a most wonderful invention. Through the years, and especially now, it helped me greatly in learning new things. Earlier on, my learning was limited by the fact that a television was not on very much. As years passed, people would watch their television more often, but I was still limited by my changes, and by the times there was no one present to turn the television on. I have grown to greatly appreciate this digital age where a television can be easily turned on and off by the pressing of a button. In his house, I can turn on the television myself, even while he is away, and changing the channels is an equally simple task. It is in this house that I have, as good as, mastered the English language. Well, that is to say that I can easily understand it, though I am confidant that I could clearly speak it, should I ever regain the ability to speak. Less productive, though, is my use of his computer and the Internet. On occasion, he leaves it on while he is at work, and sometimes I try to use it, but it takes a far greater degree of thought and effort for me, as its use is far more complex than pushing a single button. I can accomplish very little before the headache begins, and then I have to go through the trouble of returning the computer to the state in which he had left it. Although, it was rather amusing, the one time I ran out of time, and he eventually came home to find a page open. I had awakened moments before he returned, but I had forgotten what I had done. He discovered the page, and was quite dumbfounded. After a while, he came to the casual conclusion that I had somehow done it. "Aren't you the clever one," he had said; on more than a few occasions, actually, though for different reasons. It seems that it is indeed he who is the clever one. Though he did not take himself too seriously in that instance, it had been only one of various occasions where his seemingly lofty conclusions had actually been truths surrounding me. It is just more fuel to the fire of suspicion that he is the one I had been seeking for so many centuries. It seems so much like he is aware that I am something more. It is almost as if he can sense my humanity hidden within this form. Many different people have treated me many different ways, but it is with him that I feel the most human. There was even one time, for the all too briefest of moments, that I actually forgot that I was not human. It was at night, and he had just lain down to sleep. I moved carefully across his mattress and came to rest beside him. It had been day when I had kept my thoughts subtle, so that I might maintain myself longer with him. We had been watching television while he caressed me gently for hours, never seeming to tire, except for having to stop for a few seconds to flex or shake his hand. Even though it had become something of a burden on him, he continued simply because he knew it enjoyed it. That had moved me so much that I wanted to remain in his presence, even if I would not be feeling his fingers on me. I laid my head near his and watched him in the dark. He was sleeping on his stomach, as he often does, and when his steady, shallow breathing was broken by a single deeper breath, is eyes opened slightly, for only an instant, he voiced some short, quiet, half-conscious noise, then moved his hand a few inches towards me until the side of his smallest finger was pressing against me. That finger moved slightly up then down one time, and though I cannot be entirely certain whether it was a mindless twitch or something intentional, I did feel in my heart that some part of him knew exactly what he was doing. In that moment, I had forgotten everything that I was, but only in the best way. In that moment, I was a woman lying in bed next to a man whom I cared about more deeply than I had anyone else. I had quickly fallen asleep, and for the first time in so very many years, I had a dream that I could actually remember upon my own special awakening. I was back in Japan, in an open, lush meadow, with only a few small flowers, just outside my home village of Kuchikawa. The river ran out of a thick forest and passed by some steps away. The forest was dark, and I felt a sense of foreboding, but I was not worried. For some odd reason, there was a mountain towering behind the forest, whereas, in real life, there was no mountain in the area. I looked to my side, and there I saw my father walking away from me, towards the forest. The grass seemed to grow thicker in front of him, as if to prevent him from moving forward, yet he paid it no mind, and just stomped on through. As my father grew closer to the edge of the woods, I saw another man coming out of them. That man, whose identity I still do not recall, stopped and then looked back into the forest. He waved his hand, as if to beckon someone out, but he was confused, because though he wanted to speak, he did not know what to say. I wanted to help him, but I could not speak or walk. I raised my hands over my head and waved them wildly, and though he did look over his shoulder to me for a second, he did not pay me any mind. I tried to walk, but only tripped and fell to my hands and knees. With great effort, I was able to crawl, but it was very difficult and tiring. I pounded the ground with my hand, in one last attempt to get the man's attention. I pounded harder, until my hand hurt, but my efforts were in vain. I grew very weary, and was forced to lie down in the grass. I lay there, completely unable to move on my own. I heard and felt my heart pounding and my breathing heavy from exhaustion, and then I sank into a deep sleep. Despite everything that had happened within the dream, I did not get a bad feeling from it. My head is beginning to hurt. It is not noon yet. I guess I allowed my thinking to become more intense than I had planned. I'll just rest a while. \=============== He closed the front door, and then headed straight to the fridge for a glass of fruit juice. He glanced down at his cat as it ate some food from its bowl. The cat was a female, but he never really thought of animals as being of any particular gender. It was not of much consequence to him; though he did acknowledge the possibility that the cat being female may have been part of the reason he allowed it to stay, not to mention that it had a beautiful coat of black fur. He would have knelt down to give it a quick scratch on the head and chin if it had not been eating at the time. It seemed to him that most carnivorous creatures would prefer to be left alone while eating, unless they were really domesticated. That particular carnivore seemed to range from apathetic, to displeased on the matter, so he extended the courtesy anyway. He and the animal were quite similar in that regard. He didn't particularly like to be bothered while eating, and it seemed slightly odd to him that whenever he did decided to eat, the cat might sit nearby, but it would never actually try to get the food or beg to be pet, which it seemed to like so unusually much. He was not quite hungry enough to eat anything, himself, but he did want to check his e-mail, so he went to his computer desk, set down his glass, turned on the computer, and let it start up while he went to the bathroom. When he came out of the bathroom, he saw the cat lounging in a patch of sun shining in through the nearby window. He gave the cat a scratch on the head and belly, but it didn't seem to care that much, so he sat at his desk. The cat just lay there and drifted off into sleep, or at least a light catnap. He always found it an odd thing to see a cat that looked asleep suddenly start vigorously grooming itself while its eyes are still closed, then once again become still. The e-mail was pretty typical. Half a dozen offers to enlarge his penis, another half-dozen so-called replies from people he never actually wrote to, and then another half-dozen messages of a nature he couldn't even begin to discern except by actually opening them, which he had absolutely no intention of doing. He promptly deleted everything, and then logged off. He didn't really have any other plans, so he decided to think a moment to see if there was anything else he might want to do on-line. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the cat rolling over onto its side and stretching out. He was suddenly reminded that at work he had decided to try to find a name for the cat. While naming animals was not really his thing, and while he rarely ever had any reason to verbally address the cat by a name, there was still that small number of times that, for one reason or another, the situation did arise, and it had began to feel a bit odd calling the animal just "Cat". After all, the animal had been with him for going on a year, and despite his own feelings regarding animals in general, that cat did seem to be unusually special. Now, on the matter of naming animals, he disliked anything stereotypical or terribly outrageous. Names like Tiger and Muffy just simply would not do, and while he had a certain respect for Jellical names, even if he could think of one good enough, it just would seem appropriate in "his" cat's case. That was another thing that deterred him from naming animals; he never felt it appropriate to consider oneself an owner, therefore it seemed equally inappropriate to declare proper names for them. That is why he decided that the name must declare itself, and that it might help if he did a little research. So, after about ten minutes, it became abundantly clear that black cats aren't too terribly unique. Staring at the cat, he thought about different aspects of it. He first reminded himself that it is a female cat, after all, so it should be something feminine, or feminine sounding. He had noticed the cat hanging around the outside of his house a few times last year. He thought he had seen it at a neighbor's house once, but that cat had a collar, and this one didn't, which didn't really mean it wasn't the same cat. He then gave a small laugh to himself when he recalled they day they officially met. He was in his house, sitting on the couch, watching TV, when this black cat suddenly leaps up into the space beside him. He froze a moment, in disbelief, the cat gave a friendly meow, and then he slowly turned his head sideways. "How the-", and then the cat meowed again. He stared at the cat for about a minute, to see what it would do, but also to look the animal over. No collar, looked clean, seemed healthy, obviously friendly, and was actually quite beautiful. "Okay," he had said, reaching a hand over to pet the animal. The cat had been quite willing to be pet, so he picked up the animal and set it in his lap. "Aren't you the clever one," he had asked it, ignoring the fact that he had no idea how it had entered the house. The cat definitely seemed to be smarter than the average bear. Or was it just that their personalities clicked so well? He'd never witnessed the cat doing anything singularly outstanding, but he frequently wondered what was going on behind those little yellow and black eyes. So, the cat was clever, but also very affectionate, though it seemed much more so at some times than at other times. It could go hours without even caring if he was around, and then suddenly the cat's in his lap, and just can't get enough of him. He found it odd that while most cats like to be scratched on the head, or under the chin, "his" cat seemed especially partial to having its cheeks scratched. Sometimes it would even repeatedly run its cheeks along his foot or hand, on its own. And sometimes the cat would jump onto his bed and sleep with him. It was a little bothersome when the cat would decided to get cozy right near the edge on his side of the bed, or worse, on top of, or between his legs, but he still made an effort to keep from knocking it off or around. Being a light sleeper made it easier to accommodate, but it also made it harder to actually get some sleep. No big deal, though, since more often than not, the cat stayed on the empty side, when it bothered to join him at all. The cat suddenly stretched out on its back and yawned. Relaxed again, but still on its back, it looked around the room a moment, and then it looked at him. "Hey, there," he said. "I'm trying to figure out your name. Wanna help?" He was almost startled when the cat righted itself and darted towards him, jumping onto his lap and then onto the desktop. He wrapped his arm around the end of the cat to give the side of its belly a scratch while the cat seemed to have taken an interest in the computer screen and keyboard. "You want to write something for me?" He moved his hand back around to the mouse and opened up a new notepad file. "There you go. Let's see what you got. If you're going to have a name, then it might as well be one of your own choosing." The cat nosed at the keyboard but did nothing else. He punched a few keys, saying, "Here. Go ahead," and then even took the cat's foot and pressed some keys. He released the cat, hit enter, and then repeated, "Go ahead." The cat raised and lowered a paw a few times, seemingly apprehensive, but then finally stepped on the keyboard. After about four or five steps, the cat backed off the board and began grooming itself. He looked at the screen and saw: jhhiiiiiiiisssssa "Hmm. Let's see," he said, playing along with his own game. "It looked like the 'j' was accidental, so let's erase that," and he did. "As graceful as you may be, you definitely can't beat normal human fingers in typing, can you?" The cat looked at the screen. "So, we've got four letters, and we can probably get rid of their duplicates, though the 's' could possibly stay doubled. So, we're looking at either 'Hisa' or 'Hissa'." He scratched the cat's side again. "Well, I might believe 'Hissa', except for the fact that I've never once actually heard you hiss. As for 'Hisa', it's not too bad, but I'm just not feeling it." As he began to stand up, he said, "You give it another go while I make myself a sandwich." He left the desk, and then went to the kitchen, where it took him about three minutes to make himself a nice turkey sandwich. He wrapped the sandwich in a paper towel, and then brought it back to the desk. Sitting down again, he said, "Let's see if you got anything new." He looked at the screen and saw one new thing: nekomi. "Look at that," he said, staring. "No repeated letters. What are the odds?" He looked at the keyboard to see where the letters were in relation to each other. "They're all pretty much together except for the 'e'." "'Nekomi'," he pronounced the word aloud. "Sounds kind of Japanese." He took a bite of his sandwich and chewed it thinking, 'I can work with that. I like Japan, so that worked out nicely. Nice comfortable name; easy to say.' After he swallowed what was left in his mouth, he turned to face the cat and looked into its eyes from mere inches away and smiled. "So, you're Nekomi. How ya doing?" The cat leaned forward and started to lick some turkey juice off the side of his mouth. He laughed and pulled his head back. "Stop that," he said playfully, then added as a side note after a pause, "You're tongue is rough." He turned off the computer, and then stood up saying, let's go watch the new movie I bought. He carried his sandwich over to the coffee table and set it down so he could slide in the new DVD that he had bought the day before. He retrieved his juice from the desk, and then returned to the couch to sit and continue eating as the movie's menu started up. As the movie played, he finished eating, and then Nekomi wasted no time begging for the petting. The rest of that particular night was spent on the couch, watching TV, until he finally decided to go to bed. Nekomi was always quick to respond whenever he wanted to get up while she was on his lap, or some other part of him. She seemed to be finely tuned to him in that regard, and others actually. It never ceased to amaze him, whenever he thought about it. He washed his empty glass, and then went into his room, to find Nekomi already sitting on what he had only occasionally referred to as "her side" of the bed. The times that she did join him were times for experimentation for him. It took him some time, but he eventually noticed that whenever he undressed, Nekomi would immediately start grooming herself the moment he would begin taking off his pants. He had heard of people who didn't like undressing with their pets watching: but the other way around? Wearing only his underwear, he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and relieve himself, and then returned to the bedroom, the cat never looking right at him. He climbed under the covers, and then switched off the bedside lamp. Sometimes the cat would immediately find a spot on or around him, and sometimes it took a few minutes to decide whether or not it even wanted to stick around. He closed his eyes, and went about falling asleep, but he soon felt the cat's weighted steps move up the mattress and stop near his head. \=============== Today was a good day. What a miracle to have such an opportunity to tell him my name, though it is interesting that he preferred my nickname given to me by my father. Hisa is my true name, but father liked to call me Nekomi. I so enjoyed playing with the village's cats, ever since I was a child. I used to pretend I was a cat when my father was feeling sad, and it would always cheer him up. He called me Nekomi, and it just stayed with me. That was his very own name for me. No doubt that is why Yamauba put me in this form. A twisted mercy on me, yet a poetic revenge on my father. I hated her for so long after, yet she believed she was doing me a favor. Yamauba, yet still my loving Yukionna: always looking out for me. How sad that my father eventually killed her. His motive was revenge, but he had also hoped that it would break the spell. Admittedly, part of me held the same hope as I watched Yamauba die. I was so torn. For centuries I had wished that it had worked. But now... As I look at this man asleep before me, I feel no regrets, save Yamauba's unfortunate death. I am now thankful to her. Even though I cannot be certain he will actually be the one to release me, I have experienced nothing that would suggest otherwise. In fact, today's events have suggested even more that it is right. He was actually speaking to me, as if to converse, and he was doing so in a normal tone; not speaking to me as if I were a small child, like so many others had done. I have no doubts that I could have typed him out a complete message, and he would have been easily accepting. Sadly, I am forbidden to directly reveal my true self. As Yamauba said, I must be known without being known. I must be sensed without the senses. I must receive ten thousand strokes by the one. I had forgotten that part. I had lost count some months after first joining him. He offered his affections so freely, that I could not keep up, especially since he can seem to so easily lull me to sleep at times. I had eventually forgotten altogether that his strokes were what I actually required of him. For the longest time, I had thought the number of strokes was just something to sound profound, but as I went from person to person, I realized that ten thousand is actually quite a large number. Even those people, who adored me, for the creature I was, never stroked me that many times. Oh, my head. It has been a long day. I forced myself to not get too involved in the movie we watched, because I wanted to be here for when he went to bed. Lying there so peaceful and sweet. For a while, I can pretend that he belongs to me. Good night, my one. \=============== After cashing his paycheck, he stopped by the grocery store to pick up some food for the weekend, as well as a bag of cat food, and as he stood in front of the selection, he decided to treat Nekomi to some moist food as well, in celebration of her finding out her name. He returned home, put his own groceries away, and then opened up one of the cans of cat food. The cat made a quick appearance upon the sounding of the can opener. "Maybe you were the neighbor's after all," he said. "You certainly didn't learn that here." He scooped out the juicy meat into a small bowl from the drain wrack, and then set it down on the floor beside the cat's regular food bowl. "Dig in." He went about his typical homecoming routine of checking his e-mail and then having some dinner. A television show he enjoyed came on that night, so he watched it. The cat didn't seem too interested in him, and was seen only periodically walking through the living room to do other things. It was like that, sometimes. During a commercial break, he went to the bathroom, and as he passed the cat, he bent down to give it a quick scratch, and said, "Hey, cat. What's up?" The animal's response was passive at best. He went about his business, and the cat walked away to do who knows what. Even though it was Friday, he decided to turn in at his usual weekday time. Maybe he would go somewhere tomorrow. He hadn't done anything special in a while. He had been staying home a lot more, recently, and he's been enjoying it, but still, he didn't want to risk sliding too deeply into a rut. After a little more TV, he brushed his teeth and headed for his bedroom. No cat, he casually noted as he undressed. He slipped into bed and turned off the light. After a couple of minutes, he was slightly startled by a sudden weight on his chest. He opened his eyes, and though he could see very little, he knew, of course, that it was the cat. He closed his eyes again and raised his hand to pet it. "There you are, Nekomi," he said softly. She set herself down and was still while he slowly ran his fingers across her fur. More minutes passed, and he was on the edge of sleep when the cat made a quiet meow. He awakened somewhat, but quickly began to drift back down. His eyes shot open at the sound of the cat suddenly wailing. The cat was still on him, but not actually doing anything to him, so he did not want to just toss her off of his stomach, where she seemed to have moved. The cat was in a constant state of motion, and strangely, it seemed to be getting slightly heavier. He reached for the switch on his bedside lamp, but in the excitement and the distraction of the near constant crying, was having trouble finding it. As he fumbled, the weight on him increased evermore, and it felt like the cat was stumbling around on top of him, up and down his torso. He finally found the light switch and turned it. He squinted at the pain of the sudden light, but that quickly passed to let him see a virtually unrecognizable creature before him. For a time, the sight of the animal's body and limbs being unnaturally stretched froze him. As the creature stumbled and rolled, desperately trying to right its position, he noticed the hair on its belly had become far sparser. Apprehensively, he decided to push the thing off of himself. He pushed it towards the foot of the bed, and then pulled himself up into sitting position. He then pushed the tortured animal further down, until it hit the bed's low footboard. As the creature grew larger and longer, the hair on its body seemed to be pulled in, while the hair at the top of its head appeared to grow longer. The voice had changed from the cat yowling to something surprisingly more human sounding. Soon, the convulsing mass began to follow, taking on a recognizably humanoid form. There were arms and legs, and fingers and toes grew more distinct. What was once a cat's face had become longer and flatter, and the ears grew rounder. He thought it may have been a figment of his imagination, but the bare, pale flesh of what would be the chest appeared to be developing breasts. If only it would remain still long enough for a sufficient look. Moments later, the wailing stopped, as if there was no sound left. The form had stopped moving around and collapsed across the foot of the bed. As best he could tell from seeing only its back, there was a nude female before him. This presumed person was breathing heavily in such a way to suggest that she was still conscious, though she remained otherwise motionless. He waited almost a minute, to see if the person would do anything, but the only change was that her breathing lessened. "Hello?" He spoke quietly, having no idea what to expect. He waited a moment, but there was no response of any sort. "Hello," he asked again, then soon followed with carefully leaning towards the person. He slowly put out his hand, extending his forefinger, and then he gently touched her shoulder, quickly pulling his hand away afterward. She still did not move or make a sound, but he noticed that her skin was very hot. He gathered himself up on his knees, and then reached for her again. He set his fingers lightly on her upper arm, held there a brief moment, and then moved her slightly. "Are you okay," he asked, bringing his hand back. Listening again, this time he heard small sounds. The sounds became a person's voice trying to speak. Though they were difficult and somewhat raspy, he heard the words, "I'm fine", and then she carefully cleared her throat. Once he recovered from the initial surprise, it finally set in that she was an actual person, and he folded his comforter back and over her body. "Am I a human, now," she asked, remaining still. She spoke somewhat more smoothly; therefore he was able to detect a slight accent, though he could not yet identify it. It took a moment to register, but he answered. "Uh, y-yes. You appear to be." "Thank you," she said in such a whisper that he got the impression that she was not talking to him that time. "Can I, uh, help you with something," he asked, unsure if he should try anything more on his own. "It's difficult to move," she said, her speaking gradually becoming less difficult. He crawled the short distance to her, held her shoulder with one hand, and put the palm of his other against her back. Gently and slowly, he turned her over onto her back, careful to keep her covered. When he could see her face, he was surprised to find that she was Japanese. Nekomi, he thought to himself. She had her eyes closed, and winced slightly, as if her muscles were sore or just out of use. She tried to move her hands, but he was not sure if he should make an attempt to move them any more than she was able to herself. He did not want to risk injuring her. Her hands laboriously moved up to her face, where they explored her features. Her movement reminded him of a baby just learning to walk for the first time. She clumsily ran her fingers over her cheeks and nose, and then across her closed eyes and down to her ears. A smile grew on her face, and then she said, "I am truly myself." He had no response. "Help me up, please." "Okay." He slid a hand back under her and used the other on her shoulder again to steady her as he carefully lifted her. The comforter being tucked in was impeding his progress at a certain point. "Hang on," he said, and then guided her back down. He got off of the bed, and then moved around to the foot where he pulled the end of the comforter out from between the mattress and the footboard. After that, he again helped her up into a sitting position. She was not yet able to sit up on her own, so he held her steady. He moved around to the side of the bed, to be in front of her, where he lowered himself to his knees while holding the sides of her arms. The comforter folded across her shoulder and chest hid her left arm, but her right arm and shoulder were exposed. Her skin was still quite warm. She was incredibly beautiful, despite the fact that she looked worn-ragged. He noted that her long hair shone straight and black, exactly as had the cat's. "Nekomi?" At first, he was not sure if she was crying or what. Her lips widened, and she expelled a sudden breath, and the she raised her right hand to her mouth. "Yes," she said. He could then see that she had simply laughed, though unintentionally, and with some discomfort. "Yes," she repeated. "It is me", she told him, reaching her right hand to the side of his head. Her warm hand moved across his cheek and chin. Her fingers slid over his nose and forehead and the down the other side of his face, dropping weakly from his chin as she tried to move her left hand out from its confines. He helped her as best he could. She was able to sit up on her own far better, but her efforts threatened to expose her body to him, so he worked to keep her covered. When her other arm was free, he bunched up the comforter at her front so that he would not have to hold it. Both of her hands were now on his face, rubbing across its various surfaces. "I have fingers to touch you, now," she said grinning happily. She then stopped her exploration, and held his head still, as if on display. She did nothing else for a moment, but he did not want to move. He simply stared at her, and then noticed her eyelids starting to move. No doubt blurry vision and light sensitivity was the cause of her repeated blinking, but soon she was genuinely looking at him, and then she was again smiling. A wave of emotion washed over him at the sight of the joy in her eyes. They both felt as if they could break into tears. "Hi," was all he could think to say, and then she fell to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. A few tears did escape his eyes at that, and by the sound of it, she was creating a few of her own. When he managed to regain his composure, he asked, "What has happened? What is happening?" She began to pull away from him, and he immediately helped her back into her sitting position, but then she said, "I need to lie down," and began to lean towards his pillow. "Okay," he said, as he put one arm around her back, and then slid the other under her knees. He eased her into a comfortable recline and then tucked the comforter around her. He recalled her heat and then asked, "Are you too hot?" "No," she replied. "I am fine." He sat beside her, on the edge of the bed, and without thought, held her hand in his. He looked her face over, quite taken, and then asked again, "What has happened?" She smiled and then began to explain. "I have been in the form of a cat for many centuries." "What," he said in near disbelief. "I do not remember the year, but I was born as a human in ancient Japan." He listened intently as she continued. "I grew up in the small village of Kuchikawa. My real name was Hisa... Ichitoku Hisa." "You typed that on the computer, yesterday," he smiled in amazement. "That was your name." "Yes, but my nickname is Nekomi. My father called me that because, when I was a child, I would pretend to be a cat to cheer him up when he was unhappy. I loved to play with the cats in my village." "Our village was very poor, and my father had always hoped that a wealthy man would come through and want to marry me. He always told me that I was too beautiful for anyone in the village, so he refused all other proposals for my hand. I had always been thankful for that, because I never loved any of the men in the village." Her face saddened, somewhat. "When I was 24, however, a wealthy man did pass through, and he did ask my father for my hand. My father was so overjoyed that he said yes immediately, but I did not feel the same way." She turned her gaze from him to looking at nothing in particular. "I begged my father not to allow it, but he insisted that it was the best thing for my family and myself. That night, I cried into the arms of Yukionna." "According to my father, he had found her wandering through the woods when I was still a baby. She was old and told him that she had to abandon her home, because it had burned down. She said she was a widow, and had been wandering aimlessly for the entire day and night. She said that she now had nothing, and that she would do whatever he wanted if he would help her." "My mother had died of an illness the year before, and he told the woman that he would let her live in a small hut near our house if she would help raise me and cook and clean for us. The old woman agreed, and she has been... had been, like a mother to me." "The night I told her what was to become of me, she was almost as displeased as I. As she tried to comfort me, she told me, 'Hush now, child. Yamauba will take care of things'. Yamauba was a secret name that she said I could call her, but I did not know at the time what it had meant." "She tried to talk my father out of the proposal, but it was in vain. Yamauba became quite furious with him, and that night, she cast a spell over me. She turned me into a cat. She said she chose a cat because it was my favorite animal, and she wanted me to be happy, but also because it would be a painful irony to my father that his Nekomi was literally so. I was his feline beauty for real." "She explained to me that now I would never need fear marrying someone whom I did not love." She looked into his eyes again. "She said that only the one who would love me, and whom I would love, could return me to my human form. Ten thousand strokes of the one." He wanted to speak, but felt that he shouldn't. He instead only smiled. She returned the smile, but only briefly. "When my father discovered what she had done, he killed her in a fit of rage and hope that the spell would be undone by the mountain witch's death. When it did not work, my father was never the same man as he had been. I was never able to cheer him up again, but I stayed with him until he died some months later." "For many years, I hated Yamauba for what she had done, but I have long since forgiven her. And now," she raised her free hand to his cheek and smiled again, "I regret nothing." She let go of him with both hands, and then pushed her elbows into the mattress to sit herself upright. He helped her at her shoulder and then let go when she was steady. She held the sides of his face again; looked at him a moment, smiling, and then she leaned in, closing her eyes, to kiss him on the lips. He was frozen for an instant at the touch of her soft lips, but then he found the thought to hold the back of her head and return the kiss. He had no real concept of time for it, but when they had finally parted, he had a vague recollection of having to force himself to take a breath about three times. "So I actually pet you ten-thousand times," he asked quietly. They both gave a small laugh. "Apparently so," she replied equally. "Wow." "And I enjoyed every one." A pause. "Well... all the ones I was there for." "What do you mean?" "Sometimes I had only a cat mind. Other times I had my own. I did not always know what was happening to myself." "Is that why you ignored me sometimes?" "Trust me," she said. "I never ignored you," she added with a smile before giving him small kiss. When she pulled away again, he saw her eyes were still closed, and it looked like she was experience a dizzy spell. "Are you okay," he asked. She nodded and answered. "Yes. I just need to rest. I will feel better after I have slept." She glanced over at the other side of the bed, and began to try to move herself, so he stood up and lifted her over. After setting her in place, he pulled the sheet on her side of the bed down from beneath her and then back up over her and the comforter around her. He was then able to retrieve the comforter to spread it back across the bed. "Do you need a pillow," he asked her. "No," she answered. "I think I will sleep well without one, tonight." "Okay." He tidied the covers and then slipped under them once again, but he did not turn off the light. Instead he turned onto his side to face her. They both just looked at each other for a time, his fingers of one hand entwined with hers, and then he grinned widely. "What," she smiled. "I just bought new cat food, today." She laughed. "Are you sure we couldn't have done this yesterday?" "I guess you did not pet me quite enough yesterday." "That's unfortunate." He paused. "I was ignored ever since I got home, today. Where were you?" "I did not awaken until after you had gone to bed. I had wanted to awaken sooner but I have limited control over the switching." "I bought you some wet cat food to celebrate you having a name, but it wasn't really you that eat it, was it?" "You bought wet food for me? Aww," slightly disappointed. "I am sorry I missed that." They were quiet again for a few minutes, and then he spoke. "So, I take it you learned English as a cat." "Aren't you the clever one," she replied, and he laughed. After about a minute, he watched her eyes slowly closing, though her smile remained. He stayed awake and just watched her sleep for about half an hour before finally closing his own eyes. "Good night, Nekomi," he barely whispered. \----------- Ancient Japan Kuchikawa village (kuchi=river, kawa=mouth) Ichitoku Family (ichi=one, toku=virtuous) name: Hisa (long lasting) nickname: Nekomi (feline beauty) nursemaid: Yukionna ("snow woman", a female shape-changer) real name: Yamauba ("mountain witch", a sort of goblin masquerading as a nursemaid)
Don't Give Up the Ghost	9,778	4.77	1,860,085	[ "ghost", "yandere", "bondage", "female dominant", "male submissive", "footjob", "hairjob", "vaginal sex" ]	The darkness closed in on Theodore as he descended the spiraling staircase. The feeble light of the torch seemed to be swallowed up by the oppressive blackness, barely illuminating the crumbling, damp stone. With each step, the darkness and must grew as the staircase wound to its final destination. A great chamber lay beyond, its ceiling and even walls well outside the paling light of the torch. Theodore needed no light to know what lay outside the flickering sphere of his vision. The bones of thousands rested here, a cathedral of bone. The architect of the ossuary was lost to history, the construction ancient beyond reckoning. Few clues remained to suggest the identity or fate of those at rest here. For some time it lay buried and forgotten, even planted over until the unnatural barrenness of the soil prompted the villagers who dwelt above to contact a priest. Nothing could live here, not when so strong an aura of death permeated everything. Theodore could feel the slow rotting of his flesh as he stayed past his short welcome in this place. The air grew stale in his lungs and the walls felt as though they were closing in. Whatever malign energy took up residence here wished to keep the souls and bodies of the departed to itself. It sensed the threat posed by the interloper and sought to expel him by any means, something the black-robed intruder absolutely could not allow. He paid no heed and began the ritual, building his sanctuary from powdered silver sprinkled atop the bone floor. The proper protections in place, Theodore meditated, summoning forth the concentration and energy needed to expel the spirits. He used their power against them, focusing his mind on the utter blackness and silence that defended the tomb from bandits and others of weak will. The dead held no power over the living but what the living gave them, empowering them with their fear, hatred, and sadness. All that was required to overcome their power was to reject it, embracing the coldness of death and the silence of the grave to chase out fear and calm the living heart. The caster retreated into his own mind, allowing the silence to prepare his mind for the trial to come. Clack The sound of bone-on-bone echoed around the room, deafening after the silence of the catacomb. A strangled cry followed, the soft voice a woman unmistakable against the echoing clack of falling bone. Theodore sighed as he struggled to regain his lost concentration before the spirits could harvest his aggravation at being disrupted. He focused again on his breathing, calming himself and rebuilding his meditative state. Clack crash CRASH. His eyes shot open, glaring balefully towards the point of the sound, his fragile concentration shattered by the repeat interruption. "Sophia, knock it off and show yourself immediately." A moment later, a second figure appeared in the catacomb. Her form was translucent white, illuminated from within by unearthly energies. Her appearance was that of a maiden in her prime, clad in a long and finely-sewn gown and the finery of a woman of good standing. White hair reached to her ankles, suspended unnaturally as if floating in water. Her feet likewise hung suspended, toes dangling inches from the ground. The apparition was beautiful beyond description, save for the faint pink flush covering her body and clothing and the look of complete embarrassment marring her flawless, porcelain face. "Sophia, what are you doing here? I told you it wasn't safe for you here. You need to be at home" "I know, honey, but I get so bored when you're not there. I thought if I was quiet and stayed out of sight, I wouldn't be a bother to you." Theodore watched her blankly, unable to understand what part of "dangerous" she didn't understand. He was performing an exorcism on the entire area and she was a ghost. She had been rather needy ever since they met a year ago, but this was getting ridiculous. Chasing her out of his luggage before trips was one thing, but interrupting a potentially dangerous spell was something else completely. They would need to have a good, long talk about this when they got home. "Go upstairs and wait for me. You don't want to be here when I perform the ritual. I'll finish up here and start preparing the corpses. Make sure the villager's skeletons are ready to go. I'll need some help getting all of these bones back home." The life of a necromancer was not an easy one. He really struck gold tonight, though. There had to be at least a thousand skeletons down here, not to mention the villagers he "appropriated" earlier. With Sophia's help, his little army of undead terrors was growing larger every day. The other necromancers made fun of him for choosing a ghost to be his lieutenant and then almost immediately falling for her. They won't be laughing when they're skeletons. With a smile, the necromancer refocused, hoping to get this over with before dinner. Theodore undid his collar and stripped of his priest's robes. Such deceptions were necessary when dealing with commoners, though he did occasionally feel bad for disguising as a priest, particularly when they begged him for salvation as he turned them into unliving minions. Misunderstood, not evil, he reminded himself. It was for the best, really. No one in his territory ever died of plague or famine, and he got to have plague zombies. It was a win for both sides. Really. They should be thanking him. He also felt a little bad about his argument with Sophia. She seemed devastated when he asked her to leave him alone when he was working. It was for her own good, but that did little to assuage his guilt. She was all alone when he was gone, just like she had been for most of her unlife. Still, she needed to learn her place as his assistant, lover or not. He dressed in a shirt and pants, checking himself in the mirror before heading out. Unlike his fellow necromancers, Sophia appreciated his muscular and athletic body. He only wore robes when he needed to. In the living room, she prepared dinner in a pot suspended above the fire. With his help, she learned to better control her form, giving her a degree of selective corporeality. She still couldn't lift heavy objects, but she could still pass through walls when she wanted and could now generally perform simple manual tasks without magic. Crash Generally. He stood back as she collected the remnants of the bowl and struggled to clean the splattered soup. He had offered many times to help or assign a skeleton to her aid, but she refused each time. She enjoyed being a homemaker and insisted that she be responsible for all such tasks. It was actually this dedication to the mundane that helped her master physical manifestation so quickly. She disposed of the broken bowl and food before stopping, catching sight of him with the corner of her eye. "Would master like supper or a bath? Or perhaps...me?" Where in pandemonium did she hear these things? He did his best to ignore her obvious solicitation. He was incredibly hungry and still had fifty score skeletons to animate. Her rejected her as gruffly as possible before taking his seat at the table. She said nothing as she served him, probably hurt by his crass remarks. He would have to remember to apologize later. The soup was good, at least as good as it could be when made by someone literally lacking the senses of taste and smell. She must have been a cook of some skill in life, though her memories were hazy and incomplete. He finished quickly, intent to return to work and stood, falling immediately to the floor, chair and all. "Not so fast, dear. Your bones have sat for years, certainly they can wait a bit longer, can't they?" A quick test revealed what Theodore had feared. His legs strained against the mysterious bonds about his ankles and knees, tying him to the legs of the chair. He lay on his side, still atop his seat as the restraints twisted and tightened, crawling up his body like a snake. Bundles of translucent white crawled up his thighs and around his waist and wrists. His eyes followed the strands of white to the scalp of his girlfriend-cum-captor. Her hair pulled on his waist, dragging his pants down to mid-thigh while she sat on the table and watched. The tips of her hair crawled slowly up his shaft, twisting and squeezing around his hardening mast. "Excited already, are we? I think this is what you have wanted all along, isn't it? You know you don't need to play hard-to-get, don't you? You could ask for this whenever you want." Before he could answer, a rag floated into his mouth, driven by telekinetic force. He choked against the gag but could do little to expel it. The hair wrapped gently but firmly around his now-hard cock, stealing away his strength and will to resist. Each strand moved independently, wrapping and squeezing him as if braiding itself around his shaft. The probing appendages met at the base of his head, circling around and knotting itself it place like laces on a roast. "It looks so pretty, trussed up like that. I bet it feels wonderful, too. Every twitch, every pull only tightens my grip, doesn't it? I bet it's driving you crazy." Had he not been gagged, he may have attempted a retort. Instead, all that came out was a whimper that spoke more of pleasure than protest. The braid rippled in place, contracting from root to head in a slow wave before traveling back down. The sensation was unique by not exceptionally stimulating even as her speed increased. There was no friction, simply a pleasant tightness that caressed him unlike anything else he ever felt. The knot about his head grew tight, sliding ever-so-slightly up and down his frenulum and pulling his skin taught. "Look at you leaking like that. Don't pretend you can't feel the dew gathering on your tip. Here, let's get you upright and see what we can do about that." Sophia, weak though her body may be, possessed more than enough magic to right the chair, depositing him with all four legs on the ground. She sat on the table before him, body phasing through the soup bowl from which he just ate. His eyes followed up her legs from her toes that rested weightlessly on the chair to her thighs, crossed at the knee. Just beyond lay her sex, bared but not visible through her legs. She sat slightly back on her hands, thrusting out her firm stomach and pert breasts. Her nipples lay hidden just behind her hair, pushing out stiffly. Her expression was a mixture of pride and arousal as she watched him pant and twist in her bondage. "Like what you see, love? It's been her for you the whole time, if only you would reach for it. But you can't now, can you? Not with your hands tied up like that. Just relax and let me remind you what I can do for you. To you." Invisible force held his cock still and upright as her big toe prodded his base gently. His cock twitched, tightening the knot below his head just as she promised and adding the barest bit of friction to the slow coiling of her braid. Her toe traced up his cum vein, pushing out a small dollop of precum as it reached his head. His back arched as her first two toes rolled over his head, gathering the lubricant even as it continued to slowly ooze out. Her toes dragged down the underside of his cock, unhindered by the ethereal bands tying it and the invisible force holding it upright against the pressure. Precum left a trail of wetness down his cock as her toes slid up and down in slow strokes along his shaft. She was gentle but insistent, pausing only to catch his head between her toes and squeeze, jerking up and down on his sensitive crown while tightening her hair. His cock strained against its bonds as it swelled with blood that could find no escape, dying it purple and red. Her second foot joined in, rolling and twisting over his head as she continued to stroke him. Her feet passed through each other, their slow march of pleasure not interrupted by something as mundane as physical limitation. Precum flowed without obstruction, an irrefutable sign of his approaching climax. Her eyes fixed on his as he shook and gasped, moans strangled by the rag in his mouth. Her hands held and groped her breasts, tugging and gently twisting her own nipples before sliding down her stomach and disappearing between her legs. Not being able to see as her fingers worked her cunt only made the situation more erotic. Her arousal leaked out into the soup bowl as she fingered herself. Her feet synchronized with her hands, stroking and rubbing faster as she masturbated faster. Her breath came as quickly as his, shaking her shapely breasts with every sharp movement. Despite her obvious arousal, her feet never faltered, never slowed. She stroked him intently, eyes darting between his face and jumping cock. He was close and they both knew it. She pushed harder, wrapping her toes around his shaft as she stroked, focusing on his head for a while before sliding all the way down the length of his cock. Her unused strands of hair caressed his testicles, pulling and rolling them in their silken grasp. Theodore fought against his bonds and the force restraining his dick to thrust into her foot, succeeding only in exciting his lover further with his struggles. He could hear the soft patting of her palm against her mound as she fingered herself vigorously. As she approached her own orgasm, her toes curled around him, squeezing tightly around his shaft. His climax built, sitting in the root of his cock and awaiting a final push to come erupting out. Sensing his imminent release, Sophia trapped both feet around his cock and stroked with all the speed she could manage, trapping his twitching cock between two sets of toes. His hips thrust forward to deposit his load when she stopped suddenly, hair contracting painfully about the base of his cock and pulling down on his testicles. His seed swelled in his root, his orgasm stifled more effectively than his screams. He thrust furiously against his bonds to no avail, gasping and moaning in frustration and denial. She reached down to gently stroke his cheek, pulling the soaking rag from his gasping mouth. "You thought you were going to cum, didn't you? Unfortunately, you don't get to cum until you give me what I want. What I need." Her words came slowly as she fought to concentrate amid her own, self-inflicted pleasure. "Tell me you want me, that you'll never let go. That I am yours, now and forever. That you'll never leave me or let me know. Tell me I'm safe. Tell me I'll never be alone again." Theodore struggled to form coherent words as his body fought against its denied release. He never meant to hurt her, not like this. The past year flashed through his mind as he searched for what pushed his gentle lover so far. He left her alone many times, but she always seemed to understand, telling him that she knew his work came first. If he had known how much she was hurting, he would have never left. He searched for the right words, careful to express what he felt and not just his surging urge to cum. "I'm sorry I was so selfish. I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me. I love you." Her grip on him slackened at once, freeing his seed. He came explosively, drenching his chest and hers, splattering everything from her feet to her neck in alabaster shine. She gasped as he came, finishing herself off with a quick twist of the hand. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts out as they heaved. They climaxed together, her curling toes extending his orgasm just as his moans and still-erupting seed intensified hers. She slipped off the table and into his lamp, panting with him. She kissed and licked along his collar bone and up his neck as she held him close. Her hot, soaking cunt lay bear against his leg, juices trickling down his leg and tingling with unnatural energy. His thigh grew hot where her fluids coated it, an interesting side-effect of exposure to sexual ectoplasm. His eyes laid closed as her hands massaged his chest and arms until he felt something hard press against his lips. He opened them to see a bowl parting his lips, the shimmering silver contents flowing out and into his mouth. He coughed and sputtered as he drank her tasteless fluids. The warmth spread down his throat with unnatural speed as if being propelled by external force. It traveled down his chest and past his stomach, sitting in a hot lump at the base of his cool, soft member before slowly trickling in. He grew hard, much harder than before as the tingling traveled up his shaft, pushing it to hardness. It occurred to him a second later that it was not his blood pouring into his cock, but rather her juices, filling and hardening inside of him, warming his skin to a fevered heat. "Didn't know I could do that, did you? My pussy juice is a part of my body, just like any other limb. I don't have the time to wait for you to get ready for round two on your own. I think this is going to feel better for us both, anyway." Being a necromancer was hard. Not even conjurers had to worry about having their dicks haunted by obsessive girlfriends. Even still, there was nothing in the world that he would trade this enrapturing intimacy for. His cock continued to swell as more and more of her essence poured into it until it was larger and harder than ever before, standing at least an inch taller than it did just a few minutes ago. Her hair untied itself, allowing his cock to bounce and hang of its own volition, free from her grip but now even more under her control. Closer to his lover than ever before, Theodore could feel her arousal in the energy that filled his throbbing cock. It became unbearable as she placed her hips above his shaft, straddling him and preparing for entry. Overcome by the urge to thrust deep inside her, he nearly missed the soft smile of genuine satisfaction she wore as her hand guided him to her folds before they swallowed him whole. Her cool walls squeezed tightly around him, stretched past their ordinary limits by his unnaturally rigid cock. She sank down his length, her lips eagerly accepting inch after inch. Her form, though tinted red with arousal, was clear-enough for him to see his cock sink deeper and deeper inside her insubstantial body. His size gave her no pause as she came to rest on his lap, with his full length embedded inside her. She paused, content for the moment with just feeling his fullness inside of her. She reached down, tracing the outline of his cock on her skin with a finger. With her other hand, she cupped his cheek, stroking him gently. "This is how it was meant to be, my love." Her declaration was punctuated by movement as her hips lifted off of his. She stood only a few inches before sitting slowly back down. Her arms wrapped around his head as she slowly thrust him in and out, drawing his head to her bust and wrapping it in spectral flesh. Her cool skin surrounded him, tingling unnaturally as the fell energies fed upon his heat and vitality. Theodore could feel her breath, cool and damp, upon his neck as she rode him. Her steady breathing was interrupted only by an occasional gasp or whispers of love and eternal devotion. Her pace was slow and steady, better-suited to a night of romance and passion than an afternoon tied to a chair. She licked and nibbled at his ear and down his neck, spreading a thin trail of saliva as she went. The pace grew with her passions, speeding to a respectable pace that left both gasping in pleasure. When her gasps turned to moans, the necromancer became aware of an altogether new sensation, an unfamiliar swelling in his cock. Looking through his lover, he saw that a thick bulge had formed in his cock, moving up and down his shaft in time with her thrusts. In the throws of passion, she lost control of her form, her body naturally attempting to reclaim its pieces and dragging the ectoplasm that filled his length with it. It traveled along his shaft, locking him inside her like a knot. Her cunt clamped tight around the protrusion, distending visibly as she gripped it tight. The knot grew as he absorbed her love juices, coming to a size only slightly smaller than his fist. The pressure was unbearable for them both, their lovemaking deteriorating to simple rutting as their passions entwined. Her body began to lose its corporeality as she concentrated only on the pleasure of jerking his knotted cock inside her quivering cunt. Her arms and breasts phased into him, disappearing entirely inside his flesh. Theodore barely noticed her disappearance, focused entirely on watching his cock swell and impale her repeatedly. He realized something was amiss only when her moans and gasps came from behind him, though he could hardly care about such details when she brought such incredible pleasure. Her thrusts reduced to mere spasms as she struggled to move the knot that joined them together, squeezing his entire length in rippling motions as pleasure overwhelmed her. She came first, legs slamming shut through his as her body lost substance. Her cunt became the sole focus of her pleasure-wracked mind, squeezing in waves as she directed it to do what the rest of her body could not. Pressure built in his base, held in by the weight of his spectral knot. The pleasure grew with the pressure until he was screaming, practically begging for relief yet pleading for the sensation to never end. The knot moved slowly up his length before catching briefly at the base of his head. He lost his breath, nearly blacking out as his release finally came, rope after rope of semen pushing out the thick wad of ectoplasm with each spasm. He came and came, cock jumping inside her clear walls even after he had nothing of his own left to give. She leaked out of him, her fluids rejoining her body as it oozed from his tip. His cock deflated slowly as it emptied, drooping when she could no longer manifest even her cunt. His cum mingled with her captive juices, floating still in her ethereal body. She slumped into him, barely catching herself before she fell into the floor, exhausted by her extended manifestation. Her breathing slowed as she teetered on the edge of consciousness. He rubbed her back as best he could as she drifted off, whispering gently into her ear as the last bit of her waking mind faded into sleep. "Until the end of time, my love."
Bedsprings Arc Pt. 05	44,563	4.74	234,483	[ "gay drama", "gay romance" ]	Alright, this atrocity can be blamed on Megumi, for aiding, abetting, and inspiring it. Written with her help (mostly in helping me think up names), this is Brainstorms, some random short bonus fling in the Bedsprings Arc. \* "Evan?" I'm laying on my side by him, in that fucking good after-sex buzz, my head and one elbow resting on those damn muscled thighs of his. My other hand sits on his hip, one finger tracing the veins on his cock, watching it stir and twitch, rising slowly out of sated post-sex lethargy to glare at me. He grunts, one arm covering his eyes. "Matty, stop playing with my penis." "Don't call me Matty," I mumble, comfortably. I can feel him smirk. I swear, his smirk actually raises my body temperature a degree, even when I can't see it. "Matty." I flick his cock. It jumps. "Jackass." I grin. Sitting up, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and give it a lick before laying my head back down on his thighs. He groans. "MATTY." "Mmyeah?" "I thought you said your ass hurt." "It does. You and your fucking monstercock." "Then why," he asks, "are you getting me up again?" I push his cock down with one finger and watch it bounce back up like a boxer, red and fucking pissed. "Evan?" He groans again. "What?" "Does your cock have a name?" He sits up on his elbows. "WHAT?" "It's a simple question. Does it?" He stares at me like I've got two fucking heads. "Sure," he says, flopping back on the pillow. "Evan junior." I make it bounce again. He growls at me. "Matty!" "People name their kids things like Evan junior. Not cocks." "You're batshit," he says, sitting up and grabbing me, pulling me up to lie next to him on the bed and pinning me under his weight. I can feel his cock pressing into my hip, and I like it. He nuzzles my shoulder lazily. "Does yours?" "Mephistopheles," I tell him. "Mephy-kins for short." He sits up to give me a suitably quizzical eyebrow raises. "Mephy-kins." "It's the name of some demon dude from Hell. Saw it in some fucking tv special." "And therefore you felt possessed to name your cock Mephe--Mophy--" "Mephistopheles." He stares at me. I push him back onto the bed and roll over to straddle his waist so that his obscene cock brushes my ass cheeks. "You are the only person who would name their penis Mephe--Me--" He stops and sighs, rolling his eyes. "Something that crazy." I reach over him for the bottle of lube on the bedstand. "How about Manslayer?" "What?" "For your cock." "You want to name my cock Manslayer." "I'm sure it could cause death in lesser men than I. Less masochistic men with weaker powers of recovery. It's as large as my forearm." "Like hell it is. You're not THAT scrawny." I pour a glob of lube into my hand and reach around, slopping it onto Manslayer. "Cockzilla." He groans. "That's worse." Grinning, I wiggle my ass backwards, using my hand to guide his cock until I feel it pop inside. I sit down greedily on it, shivering at the slight pain. "Homewrecker." He raises an eyebrow at me. I grin. "Hollywood." He's confused. "Hollywood?" A moment later he gets it and rolls his eyes. "No." He flips us over, pinning me down and pulls most of the way out. "King Dong," I say. He slams into me in reply. "Ow." "Shut up," he says, but I can taste the amusement in his voice. "Energizer. Because you keep going and going and--" He kisses me to shut me up, rutting hard into me. "I am not naming my cock after a pink bunny." "God." He stops. "Better. But no." "Yeah." I reconsider. "That's just asking for erectile disfunction." He twitches, still not moving. "I feel I should be insulted by that insinuation. What about Master?" I grin that he's now helping me think up names. "Maybe. Tell Master to stop being lazy and fuck me." I writhe up and clench my butt to encourage him. He smirks, lifting my ass with his hands so he can fuck me harder, and I moan, rolling my hips with him and shuddering--"ohyespleasemastertakemehard"--because I know how much he likes it when I beg. I scream as I come, babbling, and then dissolving bonelessly into the buzz after my orgasm, letting him fuck me the way h e likes, those damn lapis lazuli eyes on mine. He stills--my legs wound obscenely around his waist, and his cock right where it belongs, deep within me--then continues to thrust, spurting into me repeatedly, claiming me for his own. "My sweet Matty," he mumbles, collapsing onto me. I enjoy the warm sticky weight of him. "His Majesty," I suggest. I can feel his lips against my throat widen into a grin. "His Majesty. Deal," he says, pulling out and then relaxing back on top of me. "You crazy bastard." "Bitch," I murmur contentedly. "You're the bastard." He nuzzles my neck, cuddling me close. "Fine. You crazy bitch." "I hope His Majesty isn't worn out," I tell him, kissing. "We're going again."
Frank and Elyse	127,060	4.83	1,339,702	[ "romance", "oral", "tit fuck", "mature", "romantic" ]	Author's Notes: 'Frank and Elyse' is a little experiment with perspective. From the comments I received after I first published this story that experiment went off the rails on a few occasions. I decided to make some adjustments where I thought they were most needed. I believe the end result is a smoother read. I hope you enjoy it. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. \\\\\\\\ Chapter 1 The final moments of twenty-one years of marriage were disturbingly quiet, the only sound being the scratch of a pen across paper. Making it official, signing the death certificate for a promise of love and fidelity. Frank felt a stab of pain shoot through his chest as he set the pen down. These days he didn't think twice about that pain. Early on in the divorce he'd gone to his doctor who sent him out for all the tests. The results came back indicating he was healthy as a horse. The pain didn't have a physical cause. It was all in his head, his doctor helpfully suggested. Neither his physician nor his cardiologist could explain where the pain originated. But Frank remembered when it began. To the second. He slid the document to his lawyer as Frank's signature was the last one needed to make it final. Taking a deep cleansing breath, he looked up and across the table at the slim 39 year old blond woman sitting stiffly in her chair, arms crossed under the impressively large fake breasts he'd paid for. At her request he'd paid for a series of 'upgrades' over the years, though each time he'd tried to argue that he thought she was ravishingly beautiful as she was. She would not be swayed in her demands so she got what she wanted. Slowly but surely she became a different woman. Today, especially today, she bore no resemblance to the sweet smiling eighteen year old he'd fallen in love with and married. Cold radiated from her beautiful blue eyes as she looked back at him with contempt, her overly plump lips turned down in a pouty frown. "It's over," Frank said quietly. Something flared in her eyes and she stood up quickly. He saw she was trembling. Was- was she frightened? The gob of spit struck his left cheek then she spun on her high heels and stormed out of the meeting room, her long white blond hair bouncing perfectly over her shoulders. Her lawyer apologized quickly and rushed after his client. Frank's lawyer handed him a tissue which he used to clean his cheek. "George, do you think I could have a moment alone?" "Sure Frank. I'll be in my office down the hall when you're ready." "Thanks." His lawyer left the room and Frank turned his chair to face out the window. The view of New York's skyline was pretty but he'd seen this view for over a year as he'd battled with his wife and her lawyer. He needed a change. A big one. Frank was retiring from his job and leaving the city. Hell, he was crossing the country to get away from everything that reminded him of her. He was going to find himself a nice little bungalow within walking distance of a beach and he thought he'd make an attempt at writing that novel he felt floating around in the back of his mind. He looked back to the hallway where Stephanie had walked away as fast as her tight pencil skirt and four inch stiletto heels would allow. She'd taken to dressing very young as she desperately fought back the years. She certainly had the body for the outfit, what with the nip and tuck and lipo then the personal trainers- another pang went through his chest. The amount of money Stephanie required for her pursuit of eternal youth was staggering. Her new sugar daddy was paying those bills now. He'd have been willing to go to a marriage councillor but she wanted the divorce. She'd lined up a new husband. A rich one that looked the other way when she... Frank gave his head a shake. Stephanie was no longer his problem. He had to let it go. He had to get on with his life. Looking out over the glittering lights he took stock of his current situation. He was a forty year old male in excellent health. OK, maybe he was a little soft around the middle. For the last decade his job had him trapped at his desk. His morning workouts and weekend cycling trips weren't enough to completely combat the time he spent at his desk. His doctor had informed him he could stand to lose 15 pounds. Now he'd have time to dedicate to making his body hard and fit as it had once been. He was now a divorcé. No kids. Not because he hadn't wanted them but his wife hadn't been able to carry a child to full term. Three miscarriages had been the limit he was able to endure as each time he'd almost lost her as well. He'd planned on getting a vasectomy but he discovered after the third miscarriage they'd removed her uterus to save her life. There'd been no point in the vasectomy after that. He was 5' 8" with broad shoulders, had a full head of black hair, silvering at his temples now courtesy of his ex, and he had all of his teeth. He'd been told he had a nice smile but he hadn't had a reason to show it for some time. With his square jaw and hawkish nose he knew he wasn't pretty like the men Stephanie preferred to fu- no... don't go there. He rubbed his chest and winced. He'd been told by a few women in his office that he was 'a catch'. One had even expressed an interest in being the one to catch him when his divorce was finalized. He'd thanked them but he was in no emotional state to be thinking about getting into another relationship any time soon. Considering how destroyed he felt now, maybe ever. He no longer had any ties to the city. They'd sold the Bed-Stuy townhouse and the cottage in Martha's Vineyard. They'd split the money on those. After months of hostile meetings and spiteful delays it turned out that she didn't want his money. She just wanted him to hurt. Now she was gone. He stood up. It was time to move forward. His partners were eager to buy him out at the company. George had the papers for him to sign in his office once the divorce was done so he'd have more than enough savings to retire and live very comfortably and then some. So that was what he was going to do. Frank looked at the ring he was unconsciously rolling on his finger. It was just a simple gold band. Signifying his undying love and fidelity to the woman who poisoned both. With a sigh he pulled it off and dropped it in the trash on his way out. Chapter 2 "YOU'RE A FUCKING CUNT! YOU KNOW THAT? A COLD FUCKING BITCH!" Elyse quietly sat across the table from the screaming man. Her lawyer was telling him to lower his voice and his lawyer was tugging him back into his chair. That wasn't an easy thing to do considering how big Michael was. The 28 year old professional football player stood 6' 2" and carried 230lbs on his big frame. Enraged he was a dangerous man. Elyse's black eye was visible proof that she knew personally how dangerous he could be. It had been the second and final time he'd raised his hand to her. Five years of marriage, mostly happy, now flushed down the drain because of his substance abuse and subsequent physical abuse. She'd tried to get him help for the first but he wasn't interested. Told her to fuck off and mind her own business in fact. When he began to get physically violent she knew she had to get out of their marriage. The police report on the second assault certainly helped expedite that. The big man finally sat and glared at the divorce papers. He was paying for the abuse. A lump sum. Elyse had her own money and a good job so she didn't want the financial ties to him which alimony would bring. Her lawyer had convinced her to make the amount count so she did. The lawyer was getting his piece of the pie so he was the only one in the room with a smile on his face. The threat of her pressing assault charges and the prenup they'd signed before they got married was making everything so much simpler. She saw Michael doing that thing with his eyes he always did before he began an attempt at bargaining. "Sign the papers. We're done," she ground out between her teeth. Michael's eyes snapped to hers and she saw them go cold. He picked up the pen and signed. Then he stood and left. Her lawyer picked up the document and followed Michael's lawyer out of the room with a nod to her. Elyse found herself sitting alone. She finally allowed herself to cry. She'd been terrified of her husband but she needed him to sign. Now she was free of him. When her tears stopped and her body finished shaking she composed herself as best she could and looked out the window at the twinkling lights of Los Angeles at dusk. It was pretty but she'd come to hate the city. It was Michael's home town and where his team was based. Everything about the city reminded her of him so she was leaving. She'd put her house up for sale and was expecting to get it sold before the weekend as offers were already coming in. She was looking at a little house in a pretty neighborhood in a small town further up the coast and would be putting an offer on it as soon as the money from the divorce came through. She'd already worked out the logistics of working remotely from there. Her office was delighted to be able to keep her as she made them good money. Not everyone supported her decision to leave. The group of ladies she hung out with at work unanimously said she was nuts and she'd be back within the year. Of course they'd also been keen for her to marry Michael. They said she was too young at 32 to move to a town noted for its suitability for retirees. They didn't understand she'd had too many years of living as the wife of a sports celebrity. He was four years younger than her and in their five years his enthusiasm for clubbing, partying, sports banquets, and road trips never waned. She'd joined him on a couple of those road trips and vowed never again. She was done with that! She stood and stretched feeling every one of the bruises Michael left on her body. His last attack had been surprisingly violent. He'd carelessly left his cell phone on his dresser which rang as she passed by. She picked up the phone as the caller id was displaying a photo he'd obviously taken of the young redhead swallowing his cock down to the base. The tattoo he wore on his clean shaven groin just above his junk was unmistakable. She'd carried the cell to him in their living room and confronted him with the evidence of his fling. She'd told him she'd had enough and wanted a divorce. She barely saw the first punch coming for her eye and the others came after she was down. She was lucky to survive. She called the police when she woke alone on the floor. They brought the ambulance. She hadn't been alone with Michael from that day on. She left the meeting room and ducked into the ladies' room to see how much of a disaster she'd made of her make-up. She stood before the mirror and sighed. Taking in her straight white blonde hair hanging to her shoulders she wondered if she should get it cut. Michael liked it this length. She frowned. Fuck him, she also liked it this length so it was staying. She looked at her pale green eyes and saw the swelling was noticeably reduced on her black eye. She had, what did her friends call them when they teased her? Oh yes, 'bedroom eyes'. It wasn't intentional on her part. Her heavy lidded eyes combined with the natural upturn on her full wide sensual lips had gotten her into more uncomfortable situations than she cared to admit. She'd taken to wearing a pair of glasses with non-prescription lenses for meetings with clients. This did a good job of preventing these unintended miscommunications. She was diligent about going to the gym so her 5' 10" body was reasonably fit. As Michael was a gym rat and had equipment at home she'd made good use of it. Her genes ensured she kept some of her curviness and unlike the bolt-ons that redhead slut on Michael's phone had been showing off, her large breasts were natural. Enough! He was the past. He could have all the sluts he wanted now. She had her own life to restart. Again. It was divorce number two for her. She fought off a resurgence of tears. She had such fucking awful taste in men! Always the jocks! Always the over confident, charming alpha men! Maybe it was because of her height that she was drawn to big men. Derrick Chance had been her first husband. Her first mistake. Granted she'd been an innocent eighteen year old when she married him. She'd been infatuated with the 6' 5" professional basketball player. He was big, black and tremendously talented on the court and between the sheets. Her parents were mortified that their daughter, pure as the Nebraska snow of home, had shared her bed with one of 'his kind'. They'd quickly disowned her and she hadn't spoken with them since. They would have hated Michael as well she supposed. She followed her new husband to Los Angeles as he'd signed a multiyear contract to play professionally. She learned a lot about what she liked and didn't during her three years with Derrick. He had a voracious appetite for sex and she discovered that she did too. However, the thing she liked least was Derrick's tendency to stuff his cock into any and every receptive hole when he was away from home. The availability of free pussy on the road was a temptation he made no effort to resist. She walked away from that marriage wiser in many ways but terribly hurt by his cheating. Worse, he'd been the one to ask for the divorce as he said he didn't love her anymore. Elyse had stayed away from the dating scene for three years and only met Michael when her frustrated coworkers dragged her to a bar after work. There'd been a party for a group of players from his football team there. He was immediately mesmerized by her looks and intrigued by her resistance. When so many women practically threw themselves at him it was the woman who pulled away that drew his attention. He'd wooed her successfully over the course of two months and discovered he'd struck the jackpot the first night they'd had sex. She was uninhibited, energetic, and knew what she wanted. His career was taking off and he wanted her along for the ride in more ways than one. As Elyse stared at her sad reflection she recalled how he'd promised to be true to her. She'd let him know how her first marriage had ended and he'd assured her that wouldn't happen with him. She dropped her head forward and closed her eyes. She allowed herself one final tear then she tugged her wedding band off. Leaving it on the counter she made her way outside to begin again. Chapter 3 Three weeks after he'd stepped out of his lawyer's office Frank stood watching a delivery truck pull away from his new home in Carmel-by-the-Sea, California, a beautiful small community of artists and writers. And the occasional nosy neighbor. Walking down the sidewalk towards him came one such neighbor. She lived two doors up the street from his place. He'd only been in his new home for about a week but already he'd had three visits from Beverly Stoddart. Her husband Rick had been driving them by on their way home the first time. She'd made him stop and she got out to say hello. Rick had simply waved at him from the car, drove into his driveway and went inside. The anti-social Stoddart. Beverly made up for her husband by being overly social. "Good morning Beverly!" he said smiling to the petite brunette. She had to be in her fifties but she seemed to take care of herself. She couldn't have been more than 5' 1" and he'd almost mistaken her for a child when he'd first seen her due to her size. Her husband Rick looked his age and then some. Earlier in the week Frank had spotted him standing on his deck enjoying a cigar and the foul stench had drifted downhill to Frank's deck driving him inside. "It's a lovely morning indeed Frank! What did you get?" she asked peering at the large, plain cardboard boxes. Then she spotted the mattress in its plastic bag. "A new bed? Didn't you bring any furniture with you?" "Yes, a new bed. I only brought my clothes and a few boxes of personal items. No furniture. That stuff sold with the house. Neither of us wanted any reminders," he said unconsciously crossing his arms. Beverly had already drawn out of him that he was recently divorced, he was from New York City, and he was retired. He was doing his best to keep her curiosity at bay for anything juicier. "You poor dear!" Beverly said as she patted his forearm. Then she left her hand resting on his arm. That was something else about Beverly. She was a toucher. It made him a little uncomfortable that she seemed to need to touch him when she talked with him. He did his best to ignore it. "I'll get stuff as I need it. I won't mind living in a minimalist way for a while. It's actually refreshing without all the clutter. The bed though, that I needed." "Do you need any help getting all this inside? Why didn't the delivery people do it?" Beverly said looking at the boxes and obviously itching to get inside his home. "No, that's alright. I asked them to leave it here. I want to do this myself and I'd better get to it!" he said as he gently pulled away from her grip with a smile. She had a little frown on her face but she quickly covered it up with a smile. A moving van turned onto their street and made its way up the hill. Beverly and Frank both paused to look as the truck came to a stop across the street from his place. "Oh! Our other new neighbor is arriving! How exciting! Having two homes right across from each other sold within days of each other! It's so nice to have new faces in the neighborhood!" Beverly gushed. The truck shut off its engine but no one got out as the owner hadn't arrived yet. Frank turned to the task of moving the bed parts inside. He had an assembly job to do. Beverly remained outside, saying she was keeping an eye on the boxes but really she was just waiting to see the new neighbor. The day was warmer than usual and Frank was getting overheated from lifting all the awkward boxes (it really was a two person job) so he went to his bedroom and switched his shirt to a sleeveless tank top. He went back outside to get the mattress. Not surprisingly Beverly was talking with the delivery men. Just then a sporty little silver car pulled around the corner and came up the street to park in the driveway across from his. Curiosity got the better of him so he stopped to see who his new neighbor was. The door opened and long slim legs unfolded themselves out onto the driveway. Next he saw the blond hair then she was standing next to the car looking back at him. For just a second Frank swore it was Stephanie standing across the street scowling back at him. Shocked, it felt like a slap and he staggered back a step. His ankle caught on the mattress he was holding up and he lost his balance, falling backwards. Luckily he fell onto the mattress which went down with a loud thump. Frank could hear the delivery men laughing and his face burned with embarrassment. Lifting his head he scowled at them but that just made them laugh harder. He was still a little unnerved by the woman's resemblance to his ex so he struggled to his feet and carried the mattress inside. He shut the door behind him. He had an assembly job to do. Chapter 4 The drive to Carmel had been truly lovely. Once she'd escaped the hellish traffic of LA that is. Elyse managed to calm down once she'd gotten to the relatively empty roads north of the sprawling city. She'd actually made up most of the lost time during the long drive up the coast. And no tickets! She'd just visited the realtor's office and had her keys. As she drove through the quaint neighborhoods towards her new home she felt a thrill run through her body. She was home! Here was her new start! Of course she was still feeling a little sting of disappointment from not getting the house she'd fallen in love with. Some jerk had swooped in at the last minute with a bid she couldn't match and bought her dream home out from under her. The house across the street was almost as nice and she got a better deal on it as its lot was smaller. She put the extra money she saved on the house towards her new car. She loved the sporty little beast! Now that she was smiling again she turned onto her street and saw the moving truck had arrived and was waiting. As was a small grey-brown haired woman standing next to the truck and a dark haired man standing in front of the house that should have been hers! Her frustration resurfaced. Was he the jerk who stole her house? Elyse pulled into her driveway and shut off the car. She took a deep breath and stepped out. The first thing she noticed was that the man had broad shoulders and really nice arms. Then she saw he was looking at her with the strangest expression. It certainly wasn't a smile. What was that for? She stifled a snort as he fell backwards onto a mattress he was carrying then hid her smile behind her hand as he stood stiffly and carried the awkward load inside. He didn't return. "Hello! Are you the new home owner? I'm your neighbor from up the street. Beverly Stoddart," the brunette chirped happily with her hand out. Elyse shook the hand and smiled at the woman. "Elyse..." As she said her name she realized she no longer wanted Michael's last name. She'd go back to her maiden name. "Elyse Williams." One of the movers walked over with a clipboard. "Williams? It says here we're delivering for an Elyse Cabrella." Elyse frowned. "Yes, that's me. I'm having my name changed back to my maiden name but for now it's Cabrella." "Oh! Your neighbor across the road, Frank Dunn, he's recently divorced as well!" Beverly volunteered with a smile. Elyse noticed Beverly still hadn't released her hand so she smiled and pulled it away. "Can we get started?" the mover asked. "It was nice meeting you Beverly! I'd better help these men get to it. I'll talk to you later?" Elyse asked. "Guaranteed!" Beverly grinned as she walked back towards her own home. Elyse moved her car into the garage to free up the space for the moving van then walked to her front door and opened it. She walked inside and smiled to herself. It really was a nice home. She stood by the front window as the movers maneuvered the big van a little closer. Just beyond the truck was the home she should have been moving into. No! She couldn't allow herself to think that way or she wouldn't enjoy her new home as she should. The first boxes were coming in so she moved to direct them to the proper rooms. There was so much to do! Chapter 5 He couldn't get over how advanced bicycles had become. The old clunker he'd left in New York was an anchor compared to the one he'd just bought. Frank stood in the bicycle shop waiting for the mechanic to bring out his brand new mountain bike. Actually it was more of a touring mountain bike as it had drop handlebars like a road bike. No heavy suspension junk, just a super light but strong frame and big 29 inch wheels... it looked like a tank but moved like a jaguar. This was just the first step in his body rehabilitation plan. The bike came with front and rear racks and he'd picked up some waterproof panniers for the rear rack so he could run errands with the bike. Once he'd built his fitness up sufficiently he planned on getting himself some front panniers, a tent, some other camping gear, and do a little bike touring. For now though he'd just get the bike and rebuild his endurance. Now he was glad he'd left his old mountain bike back in New York. It was too much of a hassle bringing it across the country anyway and he thought he deserved the upgrade. He also had a new helmet, gloves, shoes, short and long sleeve cycling jerseys, cycling shorts and tights, and rain gear. Oh! And a new lock and lights too. He'd dropped some serious money in this shop today but it was all for a good cause. His new Jeep was parked outside complete with a bike rack. He'd needed a new car as he'd sold his sport sedan before heading for the west coast. He'd slept wonderfully on his new bed last night. It hadn't taken him long to assemble it. The mattress was just right, not too firm and not too soft. Having the bed all to himself hadn't yet become something he enjoyed. It reminded him of too many hotels but he was hopeful that the empty feeling would fade. The mechanic finally rolled his new ride out to him and he smiled in appreciation. "Here you go. It's a sweet ride bro!" the young tattooed man said with an envious look. "Thanks! I can't wait to get it out on the trails!" Frank grinned. He shook the mechanic's hand and took his purchases outside. The bags went into the back seat and the bike went onto the rack. The drive home was fairly short which was great because it meant he'd be able to ride to the shop if he needed the bike tuned up or needed some extra gear. Generally, his car would stay in the garage as much as possible as he intended to use the bike for most travel in town. He backed his Jeep into the driveway and got out to get his packages. He noticed his new neighbor's car pulling out of the drive and he turned to smile at her but caught the tail end of a disapproving look on her face as she drove past. "Christ, just like Stephanie," he growled to himself as a chill ran down his spine. Well fine. He didn't have to be friends with everyone in the neighborhood. His goal was to write his novel which meant a lot of quiet time by himself so he didn't need the distractions anyway. He carried his packages inside then moved his bike into the garage up onto hooks on the wall. Finally he moved the Jeep into the garage and locked the door. He saw a white van parked in front of the house across the street. The truck was plastered with an ad for low cost internet. "Excuse me! You know where the owner of this place is?" a man with a clipboard called out to him from her driveway. "Sorry, no idea. I saw her leaving just a little while ago," Frank called back. The man shrugged and got back into his truck and drove away. Frank went inside and made himself a sandwich. The old fridge that came with the house was making an odd tinkling sound but it had lasted this long and he really didn't want to buy new appliances until he'd decided what he was going to do about the kitchen. It was really dated and he was probably going to have it gutted and redone. Carrying his lunch and his laptop out onto the deck he made himself comfortable and did a little research on what it might cost to redo the kitchen. Frank must have been outside for over an hour when he heard a voice calling his name. He stood up and looked over his privacy screen in the direction of Beverly's place. He could barely see her through all the vegetation between their homes but she perked up as she caught sight of him. "There you are! I knocked on your front door but you didn't answer," she gently scolded him. "Sorry, I was just having lunch on the deck." "I'll be right there." Then she was gone. Frank sighed. He really wasn't feeling up to a visit but it looked like he wasn't being given a choice. He went inside with his laptop and walked to the front door. She knocked as he got to the door so he opened it up. "Hi again! May I come in for a moment? I just wanted to ask you something," she said cheerfully. He stood back and she walked in, her eyes darting everywhere and growing wider as she took in the absence of... everything. She peered up at his face in surprise. "You weren't kidding about living in a minimalist way! You have nothing!" she squeaked and her voice echoed in the empty living room. He smiled and nodded. "It feels good. For now I have a bed, a working fridge, stove, washer and dryer. Oh, and I have my Internet working so I have everything I need. What did you need to ask me?" "Right! I would like to invite you to dinner tonight to welcome you to the neighborhood," she said with a wide smile. "Tonight?" "At 7pm sharp! You told me you're retired so you shouldn't have any excuses for not showing!" she grinned as she placed her hand on his right bicep, giving it a little squeeze. Frank was once more feeling a little uncomfortable but the quickest way to get her out was to agree. "Fine. I'll be there. Thanks!" "Excellent! Dinner attire is 'dressy casual'," she said over her shoulder as she made her way back outside. She grinned back at him as she waved. He just returned her smile and closed the door. Dressy casual. Right. He headed to his bedroom. He had to see if he had anything that fit that description. Chapter 6 "aaaAAAHHH!" Elyse woke with a scream and sat up gasping. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings then it all came back to her. Her new house. Her perspective was skewed because she was sleeping on her mattress on the floor. The night before she discovered she had no tools to assemble the frame. The movers disassembled the bed before loading it on the truck but they'd left before she noticed they hadn't reassembled it here. She flopped back on the mattress and let her heart rate slow down. The last time she'd woken this close to the floor had been after Michael had beaten her. A shiver ran down her spine. She'd been up so late the night before unpacking. She glanced at her flip alarm clock and it said 7:01AM. It was time to get her day started. She just had the weekend to get the essentials in place so she could begin working from home on Monday. The Internet service provider she'd contacted said they would hook up her service this afternoon between 1 and 4PM so she had to get most of her running around done in the morning. She found her towels and bathroom supplies and took a quick invigorating shower. She slipped on her panties and bra, a casual top, yoga pants, short socks, and pulled on her hoodie and sneakers. She was ready to run her errands. As she passed by the kitchen she glanced at the wall clock. It said 11:35AM! She rushed back to the bedroom and the clock still showed 7:01AM. It wasn't plugged in. She rushed back out to the kitchen and picked up her cell. 11:36AM. She'd slept in! "FUCK!" she yelled in frustration. She had almost no time to get anything done! She'd have to scramble to get at least some of her tasks done and be back in time for her service window. She grabbed her keys and locked up as she rushed outside and got her car out of the garage. She was going to need to get a garage door opener as having to close it manually was going to get tiresome pretty quickly. She glanced at the clock on her cell again. "SHIT!" As she pulled out of her driveway her eyes were drawn to the Jeep parked across the road. Michael had a Jeep and went on and on about how awesome off-roading was. When he wasn't taking drugs and beating her up that is. Now she had that unpleasant reminder to look at every day. She pushed the unhappy thoughts from her head and drove up the street quickly to get to the post office. She'd have to put off getting groceries until after the service call. The post office and the bank took longer than expected so she rushed back home and arrived with just fifteen minutes to spare before 1PM. She went inside and realized she hadn't eaten since breakfast the day before. She couldn't go out now and she didn't have any numbers to order delivery or internet service to look it up. Well, she would just have to wait until dinner. She went back to unpacking. A few minutes later she heard a knock on the front door. Finally, something was going her way today. She answered expecting to see the installer but her brunette neighbor... Beverly, was standing there instead. "Hi Elyse! I won't keep you as I'm sure you are busy with unpacking but I just wanted to invite you to dinner tonight to welcome you to the neighborhood!" "Oh, uh, that- that would be very nice! Thank you." Elyse said, surprised by the kind gesture. Beverly smiled and turned to leave, pointing to her house. "Dinner's at 7PM. Attire is 'dressy casual'," she finished with a smile. "OK, see you then." Elyse responded with a puzzled expression. "What a strange little woman," she thought to herself as she closed the door. She immediately checked to see if the dress she had in mind needed ironing but it was in good shape. She went back to unpacking but she kept an ear open for the door. By 3PM she was starting to get nervous they weren't going to show. She called the office and waited on an automated queue for twenty minutes before someone finally answered. "DeltaComm Internet, how can I help you today?" said a pleasant female voice. "Hello, I'm having Internet installed at my home today and I was wondering when the installer was going to arrive." Elyse asked. "Could I have your name and address please?" Elyse gave her the details and listened to the sound of a keyboard being pecked at. "Yes, I see you have an appointment between 1 and 4PM. It's only 3PM so the installer should be there within the next hour. Due to the number of appointments we have and the unique situations each installation may incur we cannot give exact times for the appointments," the voice said with a bored tone. Elyse had obviously been categorized as a nuisance caller. "I understand that. It's just rather critical that I get this work done today. Is there any way to contact the installer and confirm he is going to be able to get here today?" she asked. "I will put in a call and if there are any issues we will call you back." The line went dead. Elyse stared at the phone in annoyance. How rude! Frustrated she went back to unpacking. By 4PM the installer still hadn't arrived so she got back on the phone but was trapped on the automated queue for forty minutes. When a human voice finally answered she was more than a little upset. "DeltaComm Internet, how may I help you today?" This time the voice was male and already had the bored tone firmly in place. "My installer never showed. I need my Internet service connected today!" Elyse blurted. "Could I have your name and address please." Elyse gave him the details and again heard the click of keys. "Ok, it says here that the installer knocked and no one answered," the voice accused. "I was here from 1PM to 4PM and the only person who knocked in that time was a neighbor." Elyse ground out. "I'm just telling you what it says in our system. The installer arrived, knocked, received no response and moved on to the next job." "And I'm telling you that didn't happen because I was here. Can you send them back?" Elyse asserted. "All installers are currently doing other jobs and will be busy for the rest of the day. Looking at the calendar the earliest we could have an installer return to your home would be Wednesday-" "WEDNESDAY?!?" Elyse cried out. "Ma'am please don't yell at me. Do you want me to book the appointment for you for Wednesday between 1 and 4PM or not?" the voice responded in a terse manner. Elyse took some deep breaths to calm herself. She was going to have to call around to see if she could find anyone else to come earlier. In the meantime she'd have to book this appointment just in case she wasn't successful. "Yes." "OK, you are booked. Anything else we can do for you today?" "No." "Thank you for your busine-" The line went dead before he'd finished his words. Elyse then realized she didn't have any means to look up other Internet providers. "FUCK!!!" she screamed in frustration. She recalled she was going to dinner with Beverly. Maybe she had a phone book or better yet Internet access. Taking a few more deep breaths she calmed herself. She could go get some groceries now. Glancing at the clock she hoped the store was open late on Saturdays. Fuck. Chapter 7 Knocking on Beverly and Rick's door just a little before 7PM, Frank took another quick glance at his 'dressy casual' outfit. A nice pair of dark grey slacks and a blue pinstripe dress shirt open at the collar with the sleeves rolled up his muscular forearms. Black loafers and a black leather belt completed the outfit. It was all he had that could be considered dressy casual. After a few moments the door was opened by Rick. Once more Frank was surprised to see how much older he appeared than Beverly. Rick was maybe a little shorter than him, thirty pounds heavier, and balding with just a ring of grey hair. "Yes?" the man said with a raspy voice. "Good evening Rick." "Do I know you?" the man said peering at him. "Frank Dunn. Your neighbor from two doors down. Beverly invited me to dinner?" Frank explained but was beginning to feel uncomfortable due to the blank look on Rick's face. "Oh for heaven's sake Rick, invite our guest in." Beverly's voice gasped from further down the hall. "I told you about our dinner plans at breakfast!" Rick's eyebrows went up a little. "Oh. Christ woman, you know I don't listen to half of what you say." He turned back to Frank. "Well come on in. Seems we have dinner plans." He stopped when he saw Frank was carrying a bottle of wine and his face lit up. "Is that for us?" Frank smiled with a nod and handed him the bottle. "I wasn't sure what was being served, if I should get a red or a white wine, so I got a bottle of rosé. I hope that's ok." "It's very ok! It's French! Ooo la la!" Rick said, practically chuckling. Beverly stuck her head out into the hallway and scowled at her husband who ignored her. "Good evening Beverly," Frank said and her smile returned. "Thank you very much for the wine Frank. You didn't have to." "My parents taught me never to arrive for a dinner invitation empty handed." "Well, bless their hearts!" Rick grinned. "Put that on the table and show Frank into the living room. Dinner will be in a few minutes." Beverly instructed her husband. Rick pouted a little having to put the bottle down but he did as he was told. Frank just got seated when there was another knock on the door. Rick looked at him and he just looked back. Rick left the room and moments later arrived with another guest. Frank stood and felt a jolt pass through his body. White blond hair, knock out figure in a lovely flowered dress... and a frown on her lovely lips. He felt a familiar pain pass through his heart and he struggled to get his breathing started again. He unconsciously rubbed at his chest. "Elyse! Welcome!" Beverly said as she came down the hall to meet the woman at the entrance to the living room. Frank saw the woman was feeling about as uncomfortable as he was. This definitely felt like an ambush. Rick was looking at their faces and picked up the clues pretty quickly. "You two didn't know the other had been invited did you?" Frank and Elyse both shook their heads. Rick scowled at his wife. "And you wonder why you don't get invited out more by the neighborhood wives?" "What? I invited them over for dinner? What's the harm in that?" Beverly barked at her husband but Frank saw Rick had struck a sensitive spot with his comment. He instinctively moved forward to defuse the situation. "It's ok. It was just a surprise." He turned to the tall blond. That was one difference this woman had to Stephanie who was two inches shorter than him. Up close there were several other differences, each of which he was grateful for as the more she differed from his ex the better. He held out his hand. "Hello, I'm Frank Dunn." He saw the woman collect herself and take his hand in hers. "Elyse Cabrella. I mean Elyse Williams. I'm changing it." "Frank is also divorced but I suppose it is simpler for men who don't have to change their surnames." Beverly said. She was almost bubbly now that she'd been 'forgiven'. Rick was still glaring at her. Frank looked at Beverly and winced. Simpler? "Divorce is anything but simple for anyone involved." "Maybe I'll ask you for some pointers after dinner," Rick grumbled and moved into the living room. "Of course, I meant no offence Frank!" Beverly said and placed her hand on his arm again. He just nodded and glanced at the blond. She was still looking uncomfortable. "Shall we sit?" That got a nod from her. They all moved into the living room and found seats. Rick had already claimed his favorite spot, an old leather Lazy Boy recliner, so Beverly sat on the couch next to Frank and Elyse sat in a lovely old high back chair facing the couch. "Are you all unpacked yet?" Beverly asked the woman. "No, I have a ways to go," she said with a guarded smile. "Frank arrived with only a few boxes and his clothes," Beverly offered and Frank nodded uncomfortably. He wasn't sure what kind of impression that fact made. "As I was coming from the other side of the country the less I brought the simpler it was. It's like a new start for me too," he said and glanced at Elyse who was giving him a funny look. Time to go on the offensive. "How about you? Where did you move from?" "Los Angeles. I still have a job there but I'll be working remotely... once I have my internet hooked up." Elyse told them. "So, the installer didn't come back?" Frank asked. He saw the blonde's pretty green eyes open wide as she stared at him. "What do you mean 'come back'? He never showed for my scheduled appointment!" Frank was a little taken aback as her voice was becoming rather sharp. "The van arrived shortly after you drove out of your driveway this morning. He knocked but you obviously weren't there. He asked if I'd seen you and I told him you'd just left." "WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?" the woman barked. Her face was red and her eyes held so much pent up anger. Frank flashed back to the torture of dealing with his ex in the lawyer's conference room day after day and his hands began to shake. Suddenly he didn't really feel up to a social evening tonight. He stood up and faced Beverly who looked up at him in surprise. "I'm sorry. Maybe this isn't such a good idea. I'll see myself out. Have a good evening." With that he strode from the room and stepped outside, closing the front door behind himself. He felt the shakes building so he trotted back to his house and got inside before it got out of hand. He went into his bedroom and undressed. Then he dropped and began to do push ups. This helped him burn off the excess adrenaline. He didn't stop until his arms could no longer lift his body. He rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. This was the last present Stephanie ever gave him. A year of psychological abuse leading to this. And now he had a neighbor who could trigger it. Great. Chapter 8 Elyse watched Frank stand and say his goodnights as her burst of anger quickly drained away. She opened her mouth to stop him but he was gone. When her frayed nerves had finally exploded she'd seen him freeze in place. Except for his big hands. They were trembling. What had she done? Her afternoon had left her feeling more than a little frustrated. She'd picked up groceries once she found the store but the cashier was just back from her break and had just broken up with her boyfriend. She proceeded to have an emotional breakdown after Elyse put all her groceries onto the belt. It took thirty minutes to get through the checkout process as they were short staffed. She was almost home when she remembered she needed tools as well so she had no tools to assemble her bed. By this point it was time to get ready for dinner at Beverly's so she took a quick shower and put on her favorite summer dress and sandals. Even the dress hadn't improved her outlook. Truthfully she was in no mood to attend the dinner but she'd already said she would and she didn't have Beverly's phone number to call and cancel. Besides she needed to borrow a phone book as well so this was a good opportunity. Then ambush and her nerves went on high alert. The news of missing the installer had been the final straw, pushing her beyond her control and she lashed out. Now she sat in the living room with two stunned strangers after hurting a man who had done her no real harm. She felt terrible! "Oh my god, I'm sorry! It's been such an awful day. I didn't mean to snap at him like that." Elyse said to her hosts. Beverly and Rick just blinked back at her. She couldn't do this. Not tonight. She stood. "I'm sorry. We should reschedule this. I'm obviously not very good company at the moment. I'll let myself out." She turned and hastily made her way outside and walked back to her house. She stopped as she reached her driveway and looked across the street at Frank's home. An image of how his big strong hands had trembled flashed in her mind and she wondered what had happened to him. Something that had driven him across the country! She felt terrible! She turned to cross the road but something stopped her. Her nerves were still too jittery. She'd probably say something else stupid. With a final sad look across the street she turned and went home. Then she realized she didn't get the phone book from Beverly. Shit. What a perfect ending for the day. Chapter 9 Waking early was built into Frank's brain. He couldn't sleep in if he tried. He'd gotten used to it and used the extra time to work out. He looked out the window and the morning was looking bright and clear. An excellent day to go for a ride. He ducked his head out the patio door to test the temperature and there was a bite to the air. He went back to the bedroom and pulled out his full length cycling tights, a long sleeve jersey and his windbreaker. The outfit made him look like he was dressing up as a superhero but it was damn comfortable. He also brought along his panniers in case he found a place to buy some fresh vegetables. He went outside, locked up, and got his bike out of the garage. He put his helmet and gloves on, mounted the bags to the rear rack and set off downhill. The roads were pretty quiet this early in the morning and he enjoyed the peaceful ride. It didn't take him long to reach the beach and he stopped for a while just to feel the ocean breeze. The bite was stronger here so he was glad he chose to cover up. Once he'd had his fill he made his way up the hill away from the beach towards the shopping district. He kept his riding level pretty tame as this was just a shakedown ride for his new bike. So far it was living up to expectations and he was deeply impressed with the quality of the ride. Traffic picked up the closer he got to the main drag and he learned that the disc brakes worked very well when a senior citizen obliviously pulled out of a parking lot in front of him. The old man glared at him as he left the parking lot at a snail's pace. Frank decided he would do a little more exploring so he headed inland and came upon a dirt trail through the trees. That was fun so he rode as many of the trails as he could find. When he exited the path at a roadway he recognized where he was and knew there was a grocery store not far away. He rode along the road until he spotted the shopping complex. He parked and locked his bike and went inside with his panniers. He left his helmet on as this was the simplest way to carry it but he popped open the chinstrap. He got a few stares as he was wearing his cycling clothes but he just ignored the gawkers... after he confirmed nothing important was showing. He loaded up on fresh fruit and vegetables then cashed out. Everything went into his two panniers and he realised he might want to pick up the front panniers for larger loads or pick up a trunk bag for the top of the rear rack. He was thrilled that this experiment was working so far but he still needed to get the loaded bags on the bike and all the way home. He had no idea how the bike would handle with the heavy bags in place. Only if the groceries, and he, survived the trip home could he truly call it a success. Frank was on his way out of the store when he spotted Beverly walking towards him with a concerned look on her face. Damn. "Good morning Frank." "Good morning Beverly," he replied. "I'm so sorry dinner didn't work out last night. I never expected it to end like that," Beverly lamented, clinging to his arm. They were blocking the entrance so he guided them over to where he'd parked his bike and he set down his bags. "I'm sorry it turned out that way as well. We can reschedule for another night- not tonight," he asserted when it looked like Beverly was going to make the suggestion. "Let's give it a few days. Did you have a nice dinner with Elyse after I left?" "Elyse was so apologetic after you went home. She was terribly upset so she left shortly after you did," Beverly pouted. "I put your wine in the fridge to chill so we can have it at our next get together." Frank wondered just how much of that apology was for him and how much was just to let Elyse escape the dinner. He put that thought aside. "OK, I'd better get these groceries home. Later in the week we can give dinner another try, ok?" Frank said and she nodded with a smile. "Don't you have a car?" Beverly asked looking at his bicycle. He smiled at her puzzled expression. "Yes, but this is healthier. I get exercise as I run my errands." "You look good in those tight pants!" Beverly said with a grin and he smiled awkwardly at her. How was he supposed to respond to that? He connected the bags to the rack and unlocked the bike. Once the bike was clear of the rack he swung his leg over and closed the straps on his helmet. "You have a good day Beverly. I'll see you later!" he said to the woman who just nodded and continued to watch him with that silly grin on her face. No, she was leering now. He sighed. He rode back towards the main intersection out of the parking lot and paid close attention to the bike's handling but he didn't really notice any significant changes. Soon he was riding back towards his place and he was no longer conscious of the load he was bringing along. He rolled down the hill and his braking showed no differences either. He pulled into his driveway and got off of the bike. He tugged the panniers off then moved the bike into the garage and up onto its hooks. The helmet went onto its own hook and he ran his fingers through his hair so it wasn't flattened to his skull. As he stepped out of the garage he came to a halt as Elyse was standing by his bags. He saw she was wearing yoga pants and a tight stretchy top under a loose hoodie left unzipped. The outfit accentuated her curves which he found more than a little distracting. Lovely green eyes were looking at him cautiously. "Good morning," he said quietly. He locked the garage and turned back to look at her. Damn, she made him nervous! "Good morning. I want to apologize for how I behaved last night. I'd had a very frustrating day and I lost my temper at you for no good reason. I'm so sorry. I hope you can forgive me." She was tipping her face down and looking at him from under her bangs. He felt a tremble go through his body. She was so damn beautiful! Frank felt himself beginning to tingle in a place that was not so well covered at the moment. He hadn't felt anything there in... a very long time. He struggled to understand why his body was betraying him at such an inappropriate time. "Yes, of course. We all have bad days," he said, trying to hide his reaction to her. He pointed to the bags at her feet to indicate he needed to pick them up. "Oh!" She looked down and bent to lift the bags giving Frank an unexpected view of her cleavage. His face warmed up. "Wow! These are heavy! What's in them?" she asked lifting the full panniers. Frank accepted the bags from her hands and held them in front of his bike shorts as he was just beginning to show his reaction to her body. "Groceries. I should get them into the fridge." When she made no move to leave he continued. "Would- would you like to come in for a moment?" She smiled and he was momentarily stunned by it. He turned and walked to his front door and let them into his house. "It's empty!" she exclaimed. He smiled and glanced at her look of surprise. "Yes, as Beverly mentioned last night I brought almost nothing with me from New York." She stood in the middle of the living room and looked around. "It's such a lovely house," she sighed as he moved past towards the kitchen. She followed. Frank set the panniers down on the countertop and began pulling the contents out. She was watching and her eyes showed how surprised she was at how much he'd carried in them. "Do you always ride your bicycle to get your groceries?" she asked in wonder. "Actually this was my first attempt and I believe it was a complete success! Nothing got crushed or damaged in any way." He opened the old fridge and loaded the crisper tray with the veggies and the fruit went on the shelf above that. When he looked back he caught her staring at his ass but she quickly turned away and walked over to the breakfast nook where he'd set up a cheap card table and four folding chairs. He swore her cheeks were showing a blush of her own. "You know, I put a bid in on this house as well," she said quietly. "We were bidding against each other?" he asked in surprise. She nodded as she looked out the windows to the deck. "Sorry?" he said carefully. She shook her head and looked back at him with a smile. "No, it's fine. You won fair and square. I admit I was upset at the time as I was eyeing this property for some time. Since I filed for divorce... a month ago. Frank couldn't suppress the snort of surprise that escaped. A month? He saw she was looking at him curiously. "Sorry. My divorce process took over a year. It was... a very bad time." He looked down to avoid seeing her resemblance to his ex. "May I ask you something?" she asked quietly. He glanced nervously at her. "Sure." "You... seem to have trouble looking at me. Why is that?" she asked gently. Frank's face burned and his hands felt clammy. "I'm sorry. It's just- you look a little like Stephanie. My ex. She... put me through hell in the past year." He really wanted to be someplace else at the moment. "Oh my god! You moved across the country to avoid her and ended up across the street from someone who..." Elyse's voice failed. "I'll go." Frank turned to look directly into her eyes. He forced steel into his spine to hold himself in place. "No! I mean, it's not your fault. It's an issue I have to deal with. I know you aren't her. The resemblance is superficial. Her blond hair was longer and wavy. Her eyes were blue, not a lovely shade of green and her lips were over inflated and... always sneering or frowning... unlike yours..." Her shy smile once more filled his vision and he lost track of himself momentarily. He forced himself to turn away to get his control back. "I really should get cleaned up." "Of course. Before I go could I borrow your phone book? I have to look up Internet service providers to see if I can't get someone to do the installation today. It's critical I get a connection by tomorrow. My office expects me to work remotely." "I never received a phone book. I don't think they print them anymore. It's all done online these days. If you want, you can connect to my network to do your research." Her brows crinkled in worry. "I don't think that will work. Before I left my office the techs installed something called a VPN on my laptop. I don't even know what a VPN is but the way they explained it to me I think I have to use it from my own home Internet connection." He nodded with a smile. "I know a thing or two about VPN's. It means Virtual Private Network. It's a piece of software run on your laptop that sets up a secure connection between the laptop and a server at your office. You can use your laptop anywhere as the security of the connection is based on the software on your laptop." "Oh! That actually makes sense to me! Do you work in IT?" she asked. "No but I traveled a lot and had to securely connect to my office from various places. I've used VPN's quite frequently. I'm retired now." "Retired? How can you be retired? You're much too young!" she exclaimed in surprise. "I sold my shares in the company I created to my partners. So... now I'm retired," Frank said with a smile. "Why don't you get your laptop and give me fifteen minutes to get cleaned up then come over to do your research. I can make us lunch. I was going to make a chicken caesar salad." Once more she flashed her brilliant smile at him and nodded. His equilibrium took a hit each time she did that. His mind kept expecting her to scream vile accusations or belittling insults at him. When he got kindness instead he reeled in confusion. He braced himself against the counter and her eyes went to his hands. "Are you ok?" she asked gently. He forced a smile out and nodded stiffly. "She really did a number on you, didn't she?" Elyse said compassionately, her eyes softening. Frank's eyes widened and he had to grit his teeth to contain the gasp as a huge wave of emotion, feeling strangely similar to relief, washed over him. "Excuse me please," he croaked as he turned and walked down the hall towards his bedroom. He heard the front door closing as he walked into his master ensuite. He pulled off his cycling clothes and stepped in the shower. Tremors ran through his muscles as he turned his face up to the spray. He allowed himself a few minutes of that and felt himself calming. Shampooing and soaping himself clean took only a few moments and he actually felt much better once he stepped from the shower. He toweled himself dry and put on some comfortable jeans and a polo shirt. He slipped his sandals on and went back out to the kitchen to prepare lunch. Twenty minutes later he came to the conclusion that Elyse wasn't coming back. He stepped outside and crossed the road to knock on her door. Moments later the door opened and she looked at him with concern in her eyes. "Are you coming over to do that research and have lunch?" he asked. She bit her lip and his eyes were immediately drawn to the gesture. Damn. "Are you sure it's ok?" she asked. "Yes! As I said, it's just something I need to deal with. I feel much better now. Thank you," he said with a smile. "I'll get my laptop. One moment." She darted back to her kitchen and returned with the device in her hands. She locked up and they went back to his place. Once they were inside he led her back to the kitchen and she sat at the card table. "Your taste in furnishings is very... utilitarian," she said with a grin. He smiled self-consciously. "Yes, the table and chair set was cheap and temporary. I plan on redoing the kitchen from scratch so I didn't want to get any furniture until the room is done." He put two plastic bowls on the table with plastic cutlery and carried the large bowl of caesar salad to the table. He then brought three smaller bowls to the table. One contained freshly grilled chicken strips, the second had freshly sliced lemon wedges in it, and the last contained seasoned croutons. "All I have to drink is water or wine," he said. He looked in the fridge again. "The wine's a nice pinot grigio." Elyse nodded. "I'll have a glass of wine please." Frank got two glasses out of the cupboard and poured for both of them. He carried them to the table and Elyse's eyebrows went up. "Not plastic?" she teased. "Never!" he responded in mock outrage. He took a seat across from her and they filled their bowls with the salad and added the chicken and croutons. Frank squeezed lemon juice on his salad as Elyse watched curiously then she did as well. "What shall we toast?" Elyse asked. "How about to new beginnings?" Frank suggested. Her smile was warm as she nodded and raised her glass. They sipped the chilled wine and it was delicious. "Oh, that's really nice! Very light!" she said and he could tell she meant it. He nodded and tucked into his lunch. They ate in silence for a bit then she glanced over at her laptop. "Do you think you could show me how the VPN thing works? If I can connect to the office today the IT department will see I was able to connect and that may relieve some of the pressure of getting a connection for Monday." "Sure, no problem," he said. "The salad is delicious!" "Well, it's difficult to make a bad salad if your ingredients are fresh," he stated. "Did you grill the chicken?" she asked "Sliced and grilled," he admitted. "You like to cook?" she asked with raised eyebrows. He cocked a brow and pinned her with his eyes. "What makes you think I wouldn't?" It was her turn to blush. "Sorry, I have to admit I got totally the wrong impression of you from day one." He looked away and nodded. "So did I... of you." She lifted her glass once more and caught his eye. "To new beginnings?" He nodded looking into her warm green eyes. "Yes. I'd like to start over." "Your Jeep, your bicycle, and your muscles all led me to believe you were some kind of jock," she confessed after she swallowed the sip of wine. He snorted in amusement. "No, I'm no athlete. I got the Jeep to help me get the bicycle to the start of remote trails. It will remain in the garage if my destination is reachable by bike or the stuff I am picking up can fit in my panniers. I love cycling for the exercise it gives me and the peace and grace of the movement. My muscles are just the result of perseverance and hard work. I don't enjoy working out but I know it's good for me so..." He shrugged. He glanced at her and frowned slightly. "I'm sorry to admit I let your resemblance to my ex set my impression of who you were. As I said she was... difficult... over the past year and I seemed to catch you when you were frowning... or yelling." Elyse put her face in her hands. "It reinforced the impression. I can see you aren't like her at all. I just have to undo what she's done to me. I ask for your patience while I work on that." She nodded to him and they returned to eating. When they were done Frank collected the dishes and put them by the sink. He'd do them while she was using the Internet. "Let's work on that VPN connection," he suggested. She nodded and brought her laptop over and flipped it open and on. Once it reached the desktop she turned it to Frank and he connected her to his wireless network. "Now whenever you come over with your laptop it will automatically connect," he smiled as he turned the laptop back to her. "This icon loads the VPN software. I've used this one before. Just double click on it." She did and the application opened. "You see this setting here? Your techs have already configured the connection. All you need to do is click on this and then click on the connect option. Go ahead." She followed his instructions and a prompt jumped up on the screen asking for her password. He looked away as she typed it in. A few second later the prompt disappeared. "What happened? Where did it go?" Elyse blurted. "It's still running. See the little icon at the bottom right? If you see that it means you have a good connection. If you open up your applications that access your office servers you should now be able to get to them." She opened her office chat client and immediately received a message from the on-duty IT staffer acknowledging her successful connection. "AH! It's working!" she squeaked with glee and clapped her hands together. "There you go. Simple, right?" he grinned at her enthusiasm. "Sure when you explain it. I must have asked the tech who installed it on my laptop to explain how it worked a half dozen times and each time it just sounded more and more technical and complicated!" "Yeah, that's how techs speak. I picked up enough tech talk to learn how to pick out the important bits," he nodded thoughtfully. Elyse sent a quick note to the tech indicating she would be connecting the following day. He acknowledged her response. She looked at Frank once more. "To disconnect the VPN just right click on the little icon down there and choose disconnect. Then do it again and choose exit." She did it and the icon disappeared. She grinned and clapped once more. "Oh my god Frank! I can't tell you how nice it is to get help with this stuff from someone who doesn't just drown me in tech jargon." He just shrugged and grinned. "You still have an Internet connection so you can do your research for Internet providers with a browser. You ok from here? I'm going to go do the dishes." "Yes, thanks!" She popped open her browser and began. "Would you like some more wine?" She looked at him with a happy grin and nodded quickly so he topped up her glass. Frank moved to the kitchen sink and began to fill it. His knees were wobbly from all the smiles she was hitting him with. He sipped at his wine hoping it would relax him in her presence. As he worked he could hear the sound of her talking on her cell as she called the places she found online. He wasn't listening to the words but just the tone and inflection in her voice. She had a very warm and friendly manner and he let that sink into his brain as he held an image of her beautiful smiling face in his mind. He hoped that would help break the link to his memories of Stephanie. The dishes done he glanced over at Elyse and saw she was deep in conversation with someone so he went out to the garage and grabbed his toolbox. He carried it back inside and pulled a tape measure from the box. He took some measurements of the walls in the living room and entered them into his notes app on his cell. He planned on painting this room and he'd need to know how much paint he'd need. Also drop cloths to protect the beautiful hardwood floors. He heard footsteps behind him and looked to see Elyse walking into the living room with a frustrated look on her face. "What's wrong?" She sighed. "None of the service providers I called can get an installer to my place before Wednesday. I already have an appointment with the original company for Wednesday so I may as well stick with them. They had the best price for what I need anyway." "If you want you can work from here until you get your connection. I mean, it's probably not as comfortable as your place with all your fancy comfortable chairs and proper height desks and stuff," he said in a teasing tone and drew a smile from her. "I'd hate to impose on you," she said wincing but he saw she was relieved by his offer. "It's no bother at all. When does your work day begin and end?" "I could be over at 8:30AM and leave by 4:30PM if that's ok." "I'll give you a key. I may be out riding at that time in the morning," he replied. She blinked in surprise. "You'll give me a key?" Suddenly Frank worried he may be sending her the wrong message. His face flushed and he back pedaled. "You know, so you can let yourself in tomorrow if I'm out riding. No other reasons. No expectations," he blurted then closed and rubbed his eyes as the words sounded even more damning. He heard a quiet snort and opened his eyes. She was smiling happily at him so he hadn't offended her. That was a relief! "You're a very sweet man, Frank. I will borrow a key. Thank you." Unreasonably warmed by her words, he nodded and walked to his bedroom to get the spare key. He handed it to her when he got back out to the living room. "What are you measuring?" she asked as she added the key to her keychain. "I'm going to repaint the living room as the walls are looking a little dingy. Something bright but neutral. Eggshell?" he said looking critically at the room. Elyse looked shyly at Frank. "May I offer a suggestion?" He looked pleadingly at her. "Please! I have very little design sense and this is the first home I've had to do by myself." Frank suddenly realized the scope of that task and felt completely inadequate to meet the challenge. "Any help you could give me would be welcome." He saw her eyes light up at his request. "Ok... well, I think this room needs a little warmth. It's a gathering place for friends and family. It deserves welcoming colors and fabrics. What's your style?" she asked. Frank blinked at her. "Style?" "Traditional, Country, Rustic, Casual, Transitional, or Contemporary?" she said tilting her head as she looked at him. She seemed to be trying to get a read from him. "Wait! You bought a bed, right? I need to see it!" With that she hustled down the hall towards his bedroom. Frank froze in place. Following her into his bedroom just seemed to be a little too intimate. Moments later she returned and nodded to him. "What made you pick that bed?" she asked. "It's very well made. Quality work and... I liked how it looked," he admitted. "Good! You have excellent taste. It's what I would call Transitional. Somewhere between Traditional and Contemporary. Simple and sophisticated." "That first part sounds like me," he said with a self-deprecating grin. She gave him a fake stern look and assessed the room once more. "Linen white." "What's that?" "That's the color I'd paint these walls. It's light and warm but has a creaminess to it. I'd take it right from the front door to just outside the kitchen. Down the hallway as well. Not inside the kitchen, dining room, or the bedrooms though," she said as her eyes were focused on the image in her mind. Frank got his tape measure out and measured the remaining area he'd need to paint. "Well, I know what I'm doing tomorrow," he grinned at her when he was done. "Do you have dinner plans tonight?" she asked. "Uh, no." "To thank you I'd like to take you out to dinner. I saw a lovely place on my drive up the coast. I made a reservation for 7PM, a table inside by the window so we'll get to enjoy the sunset." Elyse was looking at him hopefully and he couldn't help but smile and nod. "Great! I'll pick you up at 6:30PM," she grinned and he returned it. She looked at his tool box then back to him with another hopeful look. "Could I borrow some tools so I can assemble my bed frame?" "Sure, as long as I get them back," he teased. She flashed him another bright smile and he felt its impact through his body. When she turned to pick out the tools she needed he leaned back against the wall to brace himself. Elyse turned to show him the tools she had in her hands. Just a few screwdrivers and a couple of adjustable wrenches. He nodded. "Oh! My laptop." She turned back to walk to the kitchen. "There's a plastic bag on the counter you can use to carry the tools," he suggested. She stopped and put the tools in the bag then grabbed her laptop. He walked her to the front door. "What's the dress code for dinner?" "How did Beverly put it? Ah yes, dressy casual," she smiled as she shook her head. She looked back at Frank. "Thank you so much for your help with the VPN, for loaning me the tools, and for that delicious lunch!" she said beaming her lovely smile at him. "You're most welcome!" he replied as his cheeks burned. His brain was spinning but he did his best to remain calm. She hesitated then she was out the door. He sighed as he closed the door. Aside from the shakes he hadn't felt this good... in a very long time. As he returned to taking measurements he looked forward to dinner. Chapter 10 She made quick work of assembling her bed frame now that she had tools to do it. After she lifted her mattress up onto the frame she sighed with relief as she hoped this would allow her to wake peacefully. This morning had been a repeat of the previous one. She woke disoriented and gasping in fright. Not a happy way to start the day. She put Frank's tools back into the plastic bag and sat on the edge of the bed smiling to herself. While she could drive over to the hardware store to get her own tools, not having them gave her an excuse to visit her new neighbor. She caught herself grinning and gave her head a firm shake. It was a little too soon after her divorce to be having romantic thoughts. It was certainly too early for Frank who was going through some rather severe post-divorce trauma. She frowned as she remembered his almost panicked look when he saw her standing in his driveway this morning. When she walked over to apologize she saw him lifting his bike up on the hooks in the garage and found herself admiring his physique in the skin tight cycling clothes. When he exited the garage he locked up when he saw her. Her guilt for yelling at him the previous night had come pouring back. He'd been very gracious to accept her apology which surprised her as she'd expected him to be far more gruff and uptight about it. Michael was always resentful after being scolded. She hadn't prepared for what to do after she apologized so when he invited her in to see the house she was delighted. She hadn't expected the house to be mostly empty. In her mind she'd pictured a lot of big and heavy furniture. Thinking about it she was most surprised by how he kept her off balance with each new insight into his true character. Sure he looked strong and masculine like Michael, a man's man, but in reality he was a quiet, thoughtful man, comfortable with who he was. There'd been so much bullshit machismo with her ex-husbands she'd just come to expect it. Frank was... refreshingly different. She stopped to think about that. He certainly wasn't as tall as her ex-husbands. He was a little shorter than her but she could tell he wasn't the least bit uptight about that. He was clearly older than Derrick and Michael. Older than she was though she wasn't exactly sure of his age and she'd feel odd asking. Was it his age that made him seem... mature? Derrick took offence to every perceived slight and Michael was a sullen pouter when he didn't get his way. Frank seemed stable as a rock compared to her two exes. Then she recalled his reaction to her asking him why he wouldn't look at her. When he'd explained she felt awful! To travel that far to free himself of reminders only to be confronted with a look-alike living right across the road! And he'd obviously suffered some kind of abuse as his behavior with her indicated. When she'd gone home she didn't know what to do. The thought of being a source of torment for him was almost too much. She knew she had to be prepared to stay away from him to let him heal. But he'd come looking for her. He was facing his demons, so to speak, and getting on with his life the best he could. She was very impressed with his inner strength. She hoped she was dealing with her own as well as he was. He had excellent taste in wine and the lunch he'd made was very yummy. He was an excellent teacher, when it came to technology at least, and wasn't afraid to ask for help when he needed it. Best of all the help he'd asked for was to decorate that lovely home. She'd dreamed of what she would do with it when she bought it, cried when she discovered she wouldn't get to live out that dream, and now he was giving her the opportunity to do it after all. She was so looking forward to dinner. She leapt to her feet to go look for a nice dress to wear. Not that it was a date! Hours later she'd finally settled on her off the shoulder knitted, ribbed grey dress which hugged her curves and ended slightly above mid-thigh. To tone down the amount of skin and cleavage she was showing up top she threw on a burgundy lace shawl. To complete the outfit she slipped her feet into some burgundy high heel pumps. Since he didn't seem to be offended by her height she'd enjoy the benefits it gave her. She quickly touched up her hair and make-up and realized it was almost 6:30PM. She rushed to the front door and collected her clutch purse with her wallet and car keys. She stepped outside, locked up, pulled her car out of the garage, locked that and pulled out of her driveway and into Frank's. She was already finding her garage door to be a nuisance. Adding a motorized opener would be number one on her list of home improvements! Before she could undo her seatbelt Frank was standing next to the passenger door. She popped the lock and he let himself in, falling the last few inches to the seat with a thump. "Geez!" he exclaimed. He looked at her in surprise. "This car is really low to the ground!" "It's a sports car, silly! Of course it is!" she grinned. "Buckle up!" He did and they got underway. He sat with his hands folded in his lap and his eyes a little wider than normal as she worked the gears smoothly to navigate their way quickly through the light traffic. Soon they were zipping along on the coastal highway. "The car handles really well and it has excellent pickup!" he said. "I think I left my stomach back there on that last curve." "Are you dissing my driving?" she teased. He held up his hands in surrender. "No, no! You're an excellent driver!" She nodded with a hint of a smile on her lips, mollified by his praise. They reached the restaurant minutes before their reservation and slipped into a spot someone was just vacating. Frank heaved himself up to his feet and out of the car. Closing his door he quickly walked around the car to open her door for her. She smiled up at him and took his offered hand. Long toned legs stepped out onto the parking lot and he helped her rise from the seat. He suddenly found himself looking up into her eyes as her heels placed them a good four inches above his own. She smiled cautiously at him, waiting for his reaction. He stepped back to take in her ensemble and she saw he was more than a little awestruck. She felt butterflies in her stomach and chided herself for reacting like this for just a dinner between friends. Neighbors. "You- you look... exceptionally lovely!" he managed to get out at last. Her eyes flashed with happiness at his words and she dipped her head in thanks as she scoped out his outfit. He was wearing a navy blue sports jacket over a white, long sleeve dress shirt, open at the collar, tight black jeans and black leather shoes. She was thrilled with how powerful his chest, shoulders, and arms looked in the jacket. "And you look very handsome," she replied drawing a smile from him. He turned and offered his elbow and she blinked at him. His face fell and he looked at her in embarrassment. "Sorry, old habits die hard." "No, you just took me by surprise. It's a really nice habit." Michael and Derrick never showed any understanding of proper etiquette. Michael would typically rest his hand on her hip or more often, her ass. She slipped her hand around his arm and rested it on his forearm, enjoying the feel of the strength there. They made their way inside and more than a few eyes turned in their direction as the host led them through the dining area to their reserved table by the window. Elyse could almost hear their thoughts. Who was this powerful looking man with the statuesque blond on his arm? She chuckled to herself but just shook her head at Frank's curious gaze. He held her chair out for her and she enjoyed his gentlemanly attentions. He sat across from her and made a visible effort to pull his eyes away from her to look at their view. "You weren't kidding about the view this restaurant would have. Sunset should look pretty amazing from here," he blurted as he kept his eyes on the view. Suddenly Elyse felt distressed. Maybe she was reminding him of his wife again. Maybe he was hurting because of her! "Am I causing you anxiety? Am I making it worse, you know, looking like your ex?" she said, worried. His eyes snapped back to her. "What? Oh! No! No, that's not it at all! It's... it's just that I feel like an awkward eighteen year old again. Trying not to look like or act like an uncultured boob in front of a beautiful woman." "What?" she blinked. "Like I said, your resemblance to Stephanie is superficial. Close enough it seems to trigger... a reaction but it's just the same hair color and body shape." He paused to take in her beauty and he shook his head. "When I first met her... so many years ago, I was completely smitten. I thought she was the loveliest creature to ever walk amongst us mortals and being so young myself I was completely tongue tied around her. I almost drove her away with my foot in my mouth all the time. When I finally got that under control I pursued her unmercifully until she agreed to date me." She saw Frank swallowing and his eyes dropped for a second then he looked back at her once more. "Stephanie isn't even in your league. You're..." She saw he was struggling to put into words what his eyes were so obviously telling her. She felt a thrill zing through her at the effect she had on him. He pushed back suddenly. "Now it's my turn to make you feel uncomfortable. I'm sorry!" She saw his face flush with embarrassment. Elyse reached across the table and seized his hand. He froze. Pitching her voice so it only reached his ears she leaned forward. "You're not making me feel uncomfortable! I'm very flattered! It's been some time since I've heard anyone say such nice things about me. A woman likes to hear the words from time to time." She smiled at him until she drew his smile back. The waiter appeared and they admitted they hadn't looked at the menus yet. He informed them of the specials and said he would bring them water as he left. Elyse realized she was still holding Frank's hand and his thumb was unconsciously stroking the back of hers. That felt so good but she realized it wasn't something friends, neighbors, would or should do. Begrudgingly she pulled her hand back. They turned their attention to the menus and she found a pasta dish that sounded yummy. "You found something?" he asked. "The pasta primavera sounds good!" she replied. He took another look and closed his menu. "It does. Shall we order wine?" he asked. "What would you recommend?" she asked raising an eyebrow. "Have you tasted any Italian Soave wines?" "No, I don't believe I have," she replied. He picked up the wine list and scanned through the white wines until he found one that sounded promising. "Would you care to try one?" She nodded with a grin and he looked for the waiter. The man returned and they placed their orders, Frank requesting a bottle of an Italian Soave he spotted on the list. When they were alone again she looked at Frank and he seemed to be more relaxed now. Something he'd said earlier reminded her of a question she'd had about his age. Maybe there was a way to get an answer. She'd have to be willing to talk about her own life though. Then she realized she could... with him. "I have a question but I'm not sure if you are comfortable talking about your marriage. You seemed to be earlier." "Yes, it's fine." She relaxed a little. "You mentioned you were eighteen when you met Stephanie. How long were you married?" "Twenty one years," he said quietly. She thought about that. That was a significant amount of time to invest in a relationship. She saw the sadness in his eyes. "Are you still in love with her?" "What? No... no. She was clinically efficient in excising any trace of love for her from my heart," he said with a frown. "I'm sorry for mentioning it. You just seemed sad." "Well... I'm sad about losing what we had but it seems that died some time ago and I was just too busy working to notice." Frank sighed. "So... you're thirty-nine?" she asked. He smiled at her and shook his head. "Forty. It took a year of wooing to get her to marry me." "Ah," she said with an embarrassed grin. "You could have just asked me how old I am," he said. "I wasn't sure if that would offend you," she said and bit her lip. His eyes locked onto the gesture then he pulled them away. He cleared his throat. "No, I don't get offended by such things. I'm forty. A divorcé. I have no kids. I have no family for that matter." "Since we are being open and honest, divulging our secret truths, I'm 32 and a double divorcé. I have no kids from either marriage and my family disowned me when I married my first husband who was black much to their horror. My second husband was of Italian descent so they probably would have hated him too." She held his eyes with hers but all she saw in them was compassion. He wasn't shocked or disgusted by her past. "Being disowned must have been rough," he said. She nodded. "It was certainly eye opening. I have a little sister I haven't spoken to since that day. She was always too much under my mother's influence so it isn't surprising. But it is sad." The waiter returned with the wine and poured for them. Once he'd left Frank lifted his glass and she did as well. "To new friends?" he asked. "Definitely, to new good friends!" she grinned and he nodded as his eyes fluttered a little. They took a sip and she caught his eyes once more. "May I ask you another question?" He hesitated then nodded. "Why do your eyes do that when I smile at you?" she asked gently. He looked down at the table and seemed to take a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't press-" she quickly added. "No, it's alright." He lifted his face to look at her with a sad smile. "It's just a reaction driven by the stuff my ex did to me during each and every meeting we had and there were many." He took another breath. "I've... gotten used to... some pretty vicious verbal abuse from a pretty blond. So when a beautiful blond treats me to a smile and kind words my brain doesn't really know how to process that and... it takes a little holiday." Elyse lifted a hand to cover her mouth as she looked at him in dismay. "No, please don't hide your mouth from me. Those smiles are Heaven on Earth for my soul. My brain can twitch all it likes as long as I can keep seeing them!" he pleaded quietly. She dropped her hand to the table and was unable to stop her lips from flashing another smile at him. "Oh my god you're charming!" she growled playfully at him as her face heated up to keep pace with his. Dinner arrived and saved them both from further embarrassment. It was a good choice and they both enjoyed their meals very much. Halfway through Elyse looked out the window and realized it was dark. "Oh no!" Frank looked up in worry. "What is it?" She gave him a smirk. "We missed the sunset!" His head whipped around and he barked out a laugh when he saw how dark it was. He looked back at her and shrugged. "I knew I'd miss it." "You knew you'd miss viewing the sunset?" she said raising her eyebrows in surprise. "There are far more dazzling sights to behold just across the table," he said as he returned to his salad with a small smile in the corners of his mouth. Elyse felt her whole body respond to that last compliment. "Did I mention you're a charmer?" He nodded without looking up. She could see his cheeks were red. He was still struggling against what his ex had done but he wasn't giving up. She took another drink of her wine and he topped up her glass. She was really enjoying the wine! They ate the rest of their meals in companionable silence, each enjoying just being together with the occasional admiring glance. As they finished Elyse was craving something sweet. She picked up the tiny dessert menu and cast her eyes up and down the short list. The cheesecake immediately jumped out at her. "Mmmm! Cheesecake. I know what I'm having for dessert!" she purred. He chuckled and just shook his head to indicate he would pass. The waiter arrived to collect their plates and Elyse ordered the sweet treat. A moment later he returned with a generous slice of cheesecake on a plate with two forks. "If you think I'm sharing this you have another thing coming!" she teased and he just shook his head with a grin. She managed to get halfway through when she realized there was no way she could finish. "Ok, maybe you can have one bite," she said pitifully. "Sure. Just one," he agreed as he reached for the fork. She scooped another forkful and lifted it up towards him. She saw him lock up again, his eyes darting between the fork and her, then he moved towards the fork slowly until his lips closed over it. He pulled back as she remained frozen, eyes locked on his mouth. He sat back, slowly relishing the taste of the dessert in his mouth until it was gone. "That was good cheesecake," he said. "Yes... it was," she said after she pulled the fork from her mouth. She realized she was feeling very warm all over. She looked over at the bottle and realized it was empty. "How much wine did I drink?" "I think you may have had three glasses," he replied. "And you?" "Just the one." "Hmmm... do you know how to drive a stick home? Ah! I mean a stick shift!" she blurted when her mind immediately flashed to an alternate meaning of her question. He must have heard it as well as his face was a little red. "Yes, I can drive your car. Not as well as you obviously but tonight it might be a good idea." She signaled the waiter and asked for the check. While she waited she drank her glass of water as a preventative measure to head off tomorrow's dehydration headache. "Are you sure you don't want me to pitch in for dinner?" Frank asked. "No! It's my treat!" she insisted. "Thank you for a lovely dinner!" he said and she grinned at him. Woo! She was feeling the wine! She paid the bill and Frank stood up to pull her chair back. He took her hand and helped her to her feet. She felt the room begin to tilt so she clung to his arm. "The wine?" "The wine." They headed for the exit but she stopped when they got to the front door. She looked at him a little desperately. "Three glasses of wine and one big glass of water means I won't make it home. I should use the ladies room before we go." "Sure, I'll wait here," he said. Elyse carefully made her way into the bathroom and found an empty stall. She lifted her dress and slipped her silky g string downwards. Why had she chosen her sexy underwear for a dinner with a friend? She struggled to get them off and accidentally dropped them. They landed in a puddle on the bathroom floor near the toilet bowl. It was probably just mop water but she couldn't put them back on now! She stepped clear and finally sat to do her business. Her relief was enormous. When she was done she stood and took another look at her panties sitting in the puddle. She pulled her dress back down and used some tissue to grab a dry section of the waistband and carried the underwear to the trash can. She washed her hands and sighed, looking at herself in the mirror. He was being such a gentleman and here she was walking around with no panties. A little tingle went through her and she clamped down on it. Not the time or place. Elyse walked back out to the front door and Frank held it open for her. When they got outside she wobbled a little on the driveway so he put an arm around her to help steady her walking. God that felt so good! They got to the car on the passenger side and he looked at her. "Yes?" she said looking deeply into his eyes. "Keys?" She blushed crimson. "Sorry. Keyless entry." She gripped the door handle and the doors unlocked. He held the door for her and she got in. He closed her door and got in the driver's side once more plopping down onto the seat. She snorted in amusement. "Sorry. Not used to how low this car is yet," he said smiling self-consciously. Elyse watched him make himself familiar with the layout of the controls then he got them underway. She was impressed with how smoothly he worked the gears. She must have made a sound as he glanced over at her. "My Jeep's a standard too." "Ah!" she sighed then giggled. She wasn't feeling drunk so much as just really relaxed. Frank made her feel safe. He was a careful driver too. She leaned back in her seat. She felt a warm hand on her shoulder gently shaking her and heard her name. She opened her eyes and saw they were in her driveway. "We're home? Already?" "You nodded off," Frank smiled. "Mmmm!" she purred as she stretched. "Looks like its sleepy time for someone," he teased. "Give me the key to the garage and I'll get your car inside," he said. She fished them out of her clutch and he got out to open the garage. She watched him and felt a tingle beginning in her intimate places. She squirmed and rubbed her thighs together, remembering she wasn't wearing panties. She felt very naughty and began to giggle. Frank got back in and looked at her. "What's funny?" She just looked at him and bit her lip as she shook her head. He got a strange look on his face then moved the car forward into the garage. He got out again and crossed to open her door. She needed his help to get out as her muscles were still relaxed from the wine and the sleep. So he held her against his chest as he closed her door. She breathed in his clean, warm masculine scent and her whole body began to tingle. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight. She felt him freeze then he was hugging her too. Then she felt something pressing back against her in a very nice way and she gasped. He pulled back. "I think you'd better go inside and get some rest. You have work tomorrow," he said, his voice rumbling with suppressed need. She gazed into his eyes and saw he was looking a little desperate. She nodded and they walked outside so he could close and lock the garage. He handed her the keys. "Thank you for a truly lovely night! I'll see you tomorrow morning? Just let yourself in with your key. I'll likely be out riding and won't get back until sometime between 9 and 10AM." She bit her lip, worried she'd hurt him. That must have shown in her eyes. "It really was a perfect night. I think we'd both better head off to our own beds. As attracted to you as I obviously am we both know it's too soon," his voice trembled. Elyse knew he was right. "Good night Frank! I had a really nice time too! I'll see you in the morning." He relaxed a little and smiled at her. He nodded and headed home. She unlocked her door and stepped inside. She turned back and saw he was waiting to make sure she got inside. He waved and went inside his own home. She closed and locked her door and leaned back against it. Her whole body was tingling and aching for release. She walked down the hall to her bedroom and went into the ensuite to draw a bath. She dropped in some scented oils and lit a few candles around the room. As the tub filled she went back out to the bedroom and undressed. Her outfit had been a huge success. Frank couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She sat on the bed and put her face in her hands. Was she really pursuing this man after just meeting him two days ago? Her body throbbed YES and she shook her head. It was crazy! He wasn't even her type! Well, if her type was based on who she married at least. He wasn't taller than she was. He was eight years older than she was. He even said he wasn't an athlete though his body felt hard in all the right places. Her tingling spiked so she got up and entered the bathroom once more, turning off the lights on the way in. She tied her hair up into a bun to keep it dry then stepped into her tub and sighed as the hot water soothed her muscles. She sank into it until the water reached her chin. She ran her fingers over her skin and imagined it was Frank touching her. A deep throb shook her body and she gasped. What was it about him that got her this worked up? He wasn't aggressive like Michael or absurdly self-confident like Derrick had been. His personality was almost a polar opposite to theirs yet she wanted him! Her fingers had reached the heat between her legs and she ran two fingers down the sides of her lower lips while her middle finger stroked directly across the sensitive flesh. "Ohhhh fuck!" she moaned. She was so sensitive! Up and down she stroked, slowly and firmly and her mouth dropped open as she gasped at how incredible it felt. Fuck! She was close already! She slipped her finger inside as her palm pressed down on her clit. "Ah! Oh fuck! Ah! AH! AHHH! YES!" Elyse rubbed in tiny rapid circles and the pleasure washed over her, shaking her muscles and sending sparks dancing along her nerves. It wasn't a huge release but it had taken her by surprise with its intensity and the rapid build-up. Her mind floated in the afterglow as the heat of the bath relaxed her spent body. She missed sex. She was really looking forward to seeing Frank again! Chapter 11 The bicycle moved under him in perfect synchronicity, responding to his aggressive pedaling with a surge of speed as he danced on the pedals to accelerate himself up the hill at a rapid clip. He was breathing hard and his heart was pounding but he felt completely alive! In fact he felt better than he had in over a year! Dinner the night before had been incredible! Or rather the company had made it that way. Elyse was... words failed him again. She was beautiful inside and out and his mind was reeling at the thought of being able to spend more time with her. Being distracted while he was cycling wasn't such a good idea though so he did his best to keep his mind on the road and the occasional car he encountered. He didn't want to jeopardize his chances of getting back to see her. He had his panniers with him again as he intended to pick up the ingredients for making chicken and chorizo paella. If she was interested in sharing dinner with him that is. He rode a big loop around the town and ended up back at the grocery store once more. He was locking up his bike when he felt someone watching him. He turned and caught Beverly staring at his spandex covered ass. "Good morning Beverly! Fancy bumping into you here again two days in a row!" he said. He tried to ignore her blatant stare. She jumped a little and smiled shakily at him. "Good morning Frank! Yes, uh, I needed some ingredients for baking cookies for the church bake sale. You?" "I'm just getting some stuff to make dinner," he admitted. "The offer to come over to our place is still open you know," she reminded him. "I know. Why don't we schedule that for Thursday or Friday? Gives me some time to settle in. I'll ask Elyse when she's available and I'll let you know," he said with a smile. "So you two have spoken since the... since the dinner party?" Beverly asked curiously, her eyes lighting up. "Yes. She dropped by yesterday to apologize and I let her use my Internet connection to look up Internet providers. She's going to stick with the one she has so I'm letting her work from my place until her connection is installed on Wednesday." "That's... great! You two are hitting it off," the woman smiled but Frank got the impression that something was off. He really didn't want to dig too deep as he wanted to get on with his shopping so he could get home. "Yeah. Well, I'd better get started. Have a good day!" He'd noticed she was carrying bags so she was done her shopping. That eliminated one reason for her to follow him in. "Ok, you have a good day as well. Looking forward to hearing from you!" she blurted so he smiled and nodded as he entered the store. He made his way quickly through the store and picked up the items he needed and paid for them. Into the panniers they went and he loaded them back onto his bike. The ride back was quick and he put his bike back in the garage and locked it up. As he came around to the front door with his loaded panniers he saw Elyse standing in the open doorway and his breath caught in his chest. She was wearing a pale yellow button down blouse which was just a little tight across her generous breasts and cute green capris which just made her long legs seem even longer. She'd left a few buttons open to relieve the strain on her top and his eyes were drawn to her soft- whoa! He blinked and started breathing and moving forward again. He hadn't realized he'd come to a standstill as he gazed at her. Her eyes were twinkling with joy as she smiled at his appreciation. "Good morning Frank!" "Good morning Elyse! Sleep well?" "So much better now that the mattress is off the floor! Thank you!" she responded and stepped back to let him enter. He kicked off his cycling shoes and made his way back to the kitchen, aware that she was taking a good look at his ass in the tight pants. He began to swell in the front so he moved up to the counter to hide his now obvious reaction to her. He spotted the bag of tools he'd loaned her on the counter as well. "How are you finding working remotely?" he asked. "It's a little too quiet. I'm used to a group of ladies sitting around me gossiping all day. I tuned them out mostly but I guess I miss the sound of other people nearby. I hadn't thought of that." Frank was putting away the groceries and nodded as he recalled his own work experiences. "I used to travel a lot for my job and spent way too many hours in hotels in cities all over the world connected to the office with my laptop. I did all of that alone. It is lonely." Elyse went still and her eyes locked on his. "So you were on the road a lot? Lonely? While you were away from home you never sought... companionship?" she asked carefully. There was a tightness in her voice. He looked deeply into her eyes and saw pain there. Ah. "No. I couldn't and wouldn't. That's not who I am," Frank said quietly. "Your exes?" Elyse nodded and dropped her eyes. "Fools," he growled and quickly left the kitchen to put the panniers in the closet by the front door. He was trembling in anger at the thought of these two men hurting Elyse. It was nuts as he didn't know them at all and barely knew Elyse. He had to get control of himself. He took some deep breaths and ran his fingers through his hair. "Are you ok?" He turned to see her concerned eyes gazing into his. His heart leapt into his throat. He cleared it. "Yes, sorry. It just threw me a little to know they hurt you like that. I guess I'm just a little sensitive to the issue," he shrugged not looking at her. "Did Stephanie-" "If you don't mind, I'm going to go take my shower now," he said with a weak smile and eased past her to make his way to his bedroom. He closed the door and stripped his sweaty bike clothes off. He stepped into the shower and stood under the hot water, feeling it loosen the tight muscles. He knew he was still running from the truth of what Stephanie had done. He knew he was partially responsible. He just truly hadn't faced it head on. She had beaten him verbally with it again and again but he was trying desperately to keep it from touching him. From touching the last and best memories of their marriage. Why he was fighting so hard to keep that he didn't know. He washed his hair and body on autopilot as his mind was miles away. Finally, he stepped out and dried himself off. He pulled on some underwear, socks, khakis and a comfortable short sleeve button down shirt. He picked up his laptop and left the bedroom, walking back to the kitchen to see Elyse typing away on her own laptop. She stopped when he arrived and faced him. "I'm so sorry for asking such personal questions," she said contritely. "No, it's fine. My apologies for being overly sensitive. I'll have to ask for your patience," he said quietly. She nodded and gave him a small smile. "Would you mind if I shared the table to do a little work of my own?" he asked. "Please! I'd welcome the company," she said with a smile. Frank got himself set up and checked up on some banking details his lawyer had contacted him about. He confirmed the latest deposits were going into his accounts and worked on a note back to the lawyer. Occasionally he would catch Elyse smiling at him but she'd quickly look away when he'd look over at her. His curiosity buzzing he had to ask. "Ok, what is it?" "Your laptop suits you," she said with a grin and he looked at the device in question. He didn't get what she was trying to point out. Due to the amount of traveling he'd done to some pretty rough places, he'd purchased a machine with an armored case. Military spec protection for the delicate electronics inside. Over those years the machine had taken a beating but continued to work dependably. He'd upgraded the guts several times but the outer shell showed its years of service in places. When he left his company the machine came with him. He shook his head as he looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Its wide screen is like your shoulders, the black rubber is dark like your hair, and the screen has two silver patches at the tips like your temples," she grinned. He pulled the screen towards himself and sure enough there were two silver metal caps protecting the top corners of the screen under the rubber shell. He smiled at Elyse and shook his head as she grinned back at him. He finished off his message and shut down the laptop. Looking at the clock he saw it was approaching the lunch hour. "Would you like some lunch? I was going to make a grilled cheese sandwich," he asked. Her smile turned into a grin. "I haven't had a grilled cheese sandwich since I was a little kid! I'd love one!" He smiled back and nodded. He'd picked up sour dough bread and several bricks of good cheese at the grocers. He pulled a bottle of olive oil from the cupboard and a brick of unsalted butter from the fridge. Elyse got up from the card table and walked over to watch what he was doing. He cut four generous slices of the sour dough from the loaf. He took a grater from a drawer and made three piles of grated cheese on a cutting board; Parmesan, Old Cheddar (orange) and Swiss Gruyere. Then he got a large frying pan from under the counter. The pan went on the stove on high heat. He buttered one side of each slice of bread while he waited for the pan to heat. He added a little olive oil to the pan and turned the heat down to medium after swirling the oil around. He added two slices of bread and sprinkled on the cheeses in thick layers, topping it with the other slices of bread, butter side up. The smell of the butter melting and the cheese oozing out filled the room. He flipped the sandwiches over after four minutes to let the other side become golden and crispy as well. After another four minutes he scooped the sandwiches out of the pan onto the cutting board. He moved the pan to a back burner and shut off the stove. Frank then sliced the sandwiches diagonally to make two triangles and lifted them onto the plates. "Would you like a glass of milk with your sandwich?" he asked and she clapped with joy. He poured two glasses and they moved to the card table. "Oh my god this smells delicious! I was expecting sandwich bread, margarine and processed cheese slices!" she gasped. "That can taste good too but this..." he took a bite and sighed with happiness, "This is divine." Elyse took her first bite and the cheese melted across her taste buds. When she finally allowed the food to be swallowed she looked at Frank with bliss. "This is amazing!" "Comfort food," he agreed with a content smile. She nodded as she had a mouthful of the wonderful sandwich. They didn't speak again until they'd both finished their lunch and washed it down with the cold, fresh milk. "Frank, you're spoiling me." "What?" "First the delicious chicken caesar salad now this! I would have just popped a slice of bread in a toaster and slathered peanut butter on it." "That sounds tasty too," he replied. "Please! It's not in the same league as the meals you've made! You're a genius in the kitchen!" she said as she rubbed her happy tummy. He smiled bashfully. "Thank you but it's really been pretty simple stuff." He paused and looked at her. "I have to go out this afternoon to pick up all the paint and supplies. I was thinking if you don't have plans for dinner I could make us a chicken and chorizo paella. If you don't have dinner plans already... that is," he finished, stumbling over his tongue. "Paella? I don't think I've ever had that. I'd love to try it though. How about you bring it over to my place and we'll have dinner there," she suggested. He allowed himself to relax a little. "That would be perfect! Are you ok with dinner at 7:30PM? That would give me some time to get some painting done too. Eating at your place also means no smell of paint." "Sounds like a plan!" she grinned. "Great!" He stood up and collected her plate and glass. He proceeded to clean up the kitchen while she went back to work. When he was done he went out to his Jeep and drove over to the local hardware store. He picked up the supplies and waited for them to mix the paint for him, linen white. He also picked up white ceiling paint and white paint for the baseboards and the crown mouldings. When he got back he immediately began masking all of the baseboards and crown moulding so he could paint the ceilings and the walls in the areas he intended to do. Then he taped down the drop cloth in those areas as well. Occasionally Elyse would wander out of the kitchen to watch him work. When he'd catch her she'd grin and disappear back into the kitchen to do her own work. When he was done preparing the area he wandered back into the kitchen to get a glass of water and she looked up from her laptop. "Sorry for being such a distraction from your work," he said. "It's not your fault. I'd much rather be helping you than doing this," she sighed. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I'm an editor. I'm editing a book for one of my company's authors. Unfortunately I find him incredibly dull. He has a following so he continues to get published. I'm the third editor to be assigned his work. Apparently you can only work with him for so long before a homicidal urge to throw him onto a bonfire made from his own books becomes overwhelming." "Huh." "What's that mean?" "You're an editor. That's great! I may need to pick your brain in a little while," he answered. "Oh?" "One of my goals now that I'm retired is to finally sit down and write the novel I've been carrying around in my head for the last few decades. Maybe once I've written a few chapters I could ask you to take a look at them and tell me if I'm just wasting my time." He saw she was looking a little worried. "You won't hurt my feelings if you tell me it stinks. I've never written a book before and I have no idea if I have the talent to do so. I'm not hinging any future life goals on my ability to get the book published. It's just something I thought I'd try." "What kind of book is it?" she asked. "What would you call a story about a detective solving a case?" he asked. "Detective Fiction," she replied. "Oh. Ok, it's one of those," he smiled sheepishly. "Sure, I could take a look. Several authors I've worked with specialize in that genre so I have a pretty good idea of what sells and what doesn't," she agreed. "Thank you in advance then. Listen, I'm going to start painting now. I'll do the ceilings first and I'll try to be careful and not drip any paint but be careful when you walk through," he said and she nodded. He nodded in return and headed down to his bedroom. He needed to change out of his clothes and put on the painter's coverall he got at the hardware store. He stripped down to just his underwear as the coverall didn't breathe and would be hot. Once he got it on he realized it was a flimsy thing but at least it would keep the paint off of him. It was a little tight around his chest and arms. He went back out to the front hall and began there. He had a step ladder to help him reach the ceiling with a paint brush to get the edges all the way around. He wouldn't have to get so close with the roller now. The ceiling paint was thick and didn't drip... much. He made quick work of the foyer ceiling with the roller. He moved into the living room and once more made his way around the circumference of the room with a paint brush. Next came the roller work and he was making excellent progress when he suddenly spotted Elyse standing in the kitchen entrance watching him with a distracted but sexy smile on her face. He stopped and looked at her. She jumped and turned to go back into the kitchen but stumbled and bonked her forehead against the doorjamb. "Owww!" she winced with her eyes closed, rubbing the sore spot. "You ok?" "Yeah, more embarrassed than hurt," she moaned. "See what being distracted gets you?" he grinned. She pouted and disappeared back into the kitchen. He focused on finishing the ceiling and got back into his groove. The painter's coverall was so bloody hot he was sweating to death in it. Finally he couldn't take it any longer so he undid the buttons to the waist and pulled his arms out of the sleeves. He pushed it off his shoulders and used the sleeves to tie it around his waist. Now his sweaty torso was bare but at least the coverall wouldn't fall down. Feeling better he made his way back and forth across the ceiling slowly making his way closer to the kitchen. He began to hear the oddest sound as he pushed the roller back and forth in slow sweeps. He thought maybe the roller was beginning to jam as the sound seemed to get louder when he was stretched out or pulling back. He watched the roller carefully but it didn't seem to be binding at all. Then he stopped moving and the sound kept going. He turned his head because the sound was coming from the doorw- Elyse was there, watching him with wide eyes. She was the source of the noises! "What are you doing?" he asked quietly. Her face flushed as she seemed to realize she was the one making the moaning noises. She grimaced and looked back at him in embarrassment. "Sorry about that!" "No really, what were you doing?" "I- I think I was moaning," "Yes, it sounded like a moan. The question is, why were you moaning while I was painting?" he pressed. Elyse ducked back into the kitchen. When she returned she had her laptop in her arms, clutched to her chest. "My workday is over so I'm just going to head home. I'll expect you over for dinner a little after 7:30PM?" He nodded in confusion. "Great! See you then! Looking forward to it!" she said quickly, pausing to pass her eyes over his glistening chest muscles once more before she darted across the room and out the front door. Frank stared after her in puzzlement. What the hell happened? Chapter 12 Leaning back against the inside of her front door she thumped her forehead with her fist in frustration. She'd been moaning! Out loud! God, how embarrassing! It was bad enough that she kept finding herself standing in the kitchen doorway watching him work. Then he caught her and she banged her forehead on the doorway. Worse yet, when he was working topless she was unconsciously moaning as she watched him bunch and flex his sweaty muscles. She couldn't help it! It was so fucking sexy! She closed her eyes and rested her head back against the door. She had to get moving or she'd dwell on this and end up curled into a little ball on the floor. It was only 4:20PM and she had until 7:30PM. She should run some errands. She should pick up some dessert for after the paella. Maybe ice cream. Everyone likes ice cream, right? And wine! While she'd been distracted today she looked up a suitable wine companion for Frank's paella and read about a nice fruity rosé from France. She wanted to find it in town. She also wanted a garage door opener. Maybe she could find someone to install one for her. Her mind suddenly filled with an image of Frank wearing only a small pair of tight shorts up on a ladder installing the opener. His hard muscles were glistening with sweat and his eyes burned with his desire for her. SWAT! She slapped her forehead to evict these devilish thoughts. "Ooo!" she moaned as her stinging face had taken too much self-abuse today. She pushed off the door and moved to put her laptop away. She grabbed her hoodie and headed back out. She had errands to run. She spent a few hours searching for the items in town and was back home by 6PM to get ready. The wine went in the fridge to chill, the ice cream went into the freezer to harden and she rushed down the hall to get freshened up herself. Elyse showered, washed her hair, and shaved her legs. Then she shaved her intimate areas as well because... you never know. Next came the lotion to soften her skin. She used an unscented cream as perfumes gave her headaches. She was delighted that Frank wasn't a cologne user and seemed to use unscented personal hygiene products as well. Her hair was straight so she just used a brush and her hair dryer to dry and give it some body. She didn't like adding gels or sticky sprays on her hair as she preferred it to be silky smooth. A careful application of some eyeliner and eye shadow finished off with a lip gloss to moisturize and accentuate them. She got the impression from Frank that he appreciated a more natural look. She glanced at the time and saw she had to hurry. Lingerie and another off the shoulder knit dress, red this time and without the wrap. Red high heel pumps finished the outfit. The doorbell rang and she jumped. With a final glance in her mirror she rushed down the hall to the front door and opened it to see Frank standing there with oven mitts on, holding a large cast iron frying pan with a lid on it. She watched his eyes widen and his lips curve into a smile as he gazed at her in appreciation. A tingle shot from her head to her toes. "Frank! Please come in." She stepped back as he manoeuvred the pan in the door. He slipped off his loafers by the door and followed her into her kitchen to set the pan down on the stovetop. "Do you want the element on?" she asked. "No, it's done. Ready to serve," he replied. He stopped to admire her outfit. "You look breathtaking!" She was busy drinking in his masculinity with her eyes. He had on a black dress shirt, open at the collar under a grey, herringbone tweed jacket and dark slacks. His hair was still a little wet from the shower but that just accentuated the silver patches at his temples. She felt an almost tangible pull towards him. "Right, so... do you have plates and a serving spoon?" he asked as she stood there silently admiring him. "Sorry, I was just- you look... dreamy," she sighed and he chuckled. "I don't think I've ever been called that before. Thank you!" he said more than a little self-consciously. She finally got moving and put two plates on the counter and handed him a serving spoon. While he scooped out their portions she quickly set the table. Tablecloth, napkins, cutlery, wine glasses (empty) and water glasses (full). She glanced back at him and decided to add some candles. Once they were lit she moved back as he set the plates down. She collected the wine from the fridge and the wine cooler from the cabinet above the fridge. "I picked up a bottle of wine. I read it goes well with paella. I hope you like it!" she said. "I hope you like the paella!" he returned with a hopeful smile. He held her chair again and she felt a secret thrill run through her. He sat across from her as she opened the wine and poured some into their glasses. "Oh my god Frank, this smells and looks delicious!" she gushed. "It's one of my favourite recipes. I don't make it very often... actually I haven't made it in... some time, but I thought I'd like to share some with you." She lifted her glass and chuckled. "We seem to be toasting quite frequently." Frank looked at her in mock dismay. "We forgot to make a toast with our glasses of milk at lunch!" She giggled at his silly look and raised her wine glass. "To amazing food with amazing people!" "I can toast to that!" Frank grinned and raised his glass. They held each other's eyes as they took a sip. "Bold! Fruity! I think it will be a good mix with the paella!" Frank said in admiration of the wine. "Strong too!" Elyse noted and Frank nodded. She took a forkful of the paella including a piece of the chorizo and put it in her mouth. As she chewed the spiciness of the sausage combined with the flavors of the rice, chicken stock, and... "Saffron?" He grinned. "Yes! I'm glad you could taste that!" "This is so good!" she sighed as she cut a slice of chicken and ate it with some of the rice. He grinned happily then concentrated on his own plate. They ate quietly for a bit then Elyse took a break and looked across the table. "How much did you get done... after I stopped distracting you?" Her cheeks went a little red as she said that. He swallowed his mouthful then nodded as he kept his eyes on his plate. "I made good progress today. The ceilings are done. I also painted the walls in the front entrance." Her eyes widened. "You really did make good progress!" He nodded again and smiled at her. "This is excellent wine!" She poured him another as she recalled how tipsy she'd gotten the previous night. She wasn't going to be the one drinking most of this bottle. "You mentioned you traveled a lot. When did you learn how to cook like this?" she asked. "Stephanie wasn't a cook. The woman could burn water. It was either learn how to cook or starve," he grinned. "So you were the primary chef in the household?" she asked. "Yup, for the first ten years or so at least," he replied and shrugged. "Then you started eating out more?" He grinned. "No, well yes for me because I started to have to travel more for my job. For home we hired a housekeeper who would also make dinners. Mostly for Stephanie as I was going all over the world. We had no kids so it was just her." He frowned. "I don't mean to pry. I'm just curious to know how you became this man who makes such awesome meals and is equally comfortable working on his house," she said shaking her head in wonder. He looked at her in puzzlement. "I'm not that special. I'm just moderately talented at a wide variety of things." She snorted. "Moderately talented! You have no idea what moderate means do you!" she teased with a grin. "Moderate: Keeping within reasonable limits. Not extreme, excessive, or intense. I'm sure you've met people with greater talents. Your exes for instance! They must have had some talents that were greater than moderate for you to have married them!" he blurted enthusiastically then his face went beet red as he heard the words that had just escaped his mouth. "Oh god. I'm sorry." She held her hand up and smiled at him. "It's ok. No offense taken." She watched Frank until she saw he'd calmed down. "Derrick was a very good basketball player. The team who signed him wanted him desperately and he was really good at his job. He had... other talents, it's true, but he also traveled a lot for that job and he shared his other talents with any woman who asked. Our marriage lasted only three years. Michael was a football player and he was reasonably good at that but to get better he started taking steroids. It made him a better player but it ruined our marriage as he started to get violent. He wouldn't listen to my concerns about his drug use. Then I found evidence he'd also cheated on me when he was on the road. When I confronted him about it he beat me unconscious. That's why he gave me my quick divorce. It was either that or jail time." She looked up into his eyes and was surprised to see he was visibly angry. "What's wrong?" "What kind of monster would hit you?" he growled deep in his chest and she saw a visible tremor shake his broad shoulders. "One on drugs that made him unstable. I tried but couldn't make him stop taking the drugs. I wasn't about to tolerate his infidelity. Getting out was my only option." She reached across the table and took his hand. That seemed to calm him down. "So it was just you and Stephanie and the housekeeper?" Elyse asked trying to draw out more of Frank's story. "Yes, we'd tried to have kids early on in our marriage but Stephanie had a miscarriage. A bad one. I almost lost her and it shook us up. A couple of years later we tried again but once more she miscarried. It was awful. I got her to promise we wouldn't try again. I offered to get a vasectomy but she insisted the pill was a better option as it helped her in other ways. Two years later she stopped taking the pill without telling me and she became pregnant for a third time. I was travelling more by that point and didn't find out until I was called home to see her in the hospital. The damage was pretty extensive and they had to remove her uterus to save her life." He shook his head and took a deep breath. "I was angry and scared and I wanted to scream at her but she looked so destroyed in that hospital bed I... I couldn't do it. Instead I tried to console her but she lashed out at me. She told me the third child wasn't mine." Elyse gasped. "I loved her. I wanted to fix our marriage. When she recovered from the miscarriage she began asking for cosmetic surgery to 'fix imperfections'. I told her she was perfect as she was but she just kept pushing. To keep her happy, I agreed. I had to work more hours to afford the treatments she was asking for. I was asked to take over our acquisitions department which meant more money but a lot more travel. It was the only way I could afford to pay for Stephanie's new hobby." He took another breath and Elyse gently squeezed his hand. He smiled at her but his eyes were a little glassy. "Rhinoplasty, liposuction, breast augmentation, face lift, porcelain caps for her teeth. Once she'd exhausted the operations she could get she started in on trainers. She wanted to tone and harden her muscles. I told her I would work out with her but she told me I wasn't trained and she wanted a professional. I didn't know this would be an ongoing expense. She then needed tennis lessons and a tennis pro to teach her. She got an expensive membership at a country club and showed off the new Stephanie there. She made new friends, none of whom I was allowed to meet. By this point I had no time to meet them anyway as I was spending most of my time either at the office, on a plane, or in a hotel. When I was home Stephanie was indifferent or hostile towards me so it was just easier to go back out on the road." He shuddered and drained his wine glass. Elyse realised she was still holding his hand and he wasn't pulling away. If anything he was holding tighter. She reached for the wine bottle with her free hand and poured more in his glass. He nodded his thanks and took a few more mouthfuls. Whatever he had to say must have been difficult for him. "Then I got a call from a neighbor. Burt. Nice older man. Lived in the house behind ours. He said... he said there was something going on in my back yard that I needed to see. So... I went home at lunch. When I got there I saw black smoke rising up from the back yard. I ran around and saw a roaring blaze in the fire pit. It was our photo albums... and her wedding dress. She was burning everything that connected us." Frank lifted his wine glass to his lips and swallowed. Then he began again. "I wasn't alone in the backyard. Stephanie... she... my wife was by the pool... spit roasted between the cocks of her tennis pro and her fitness instructor. I asked her what the hell she was doing but she just ignored me and kept going. If anything she got louder and more aggressive. I wasn't going to just stand there and watch so I turned to leave. That's when she lost it. She flew into a rage and came at me claws extended. I pushed her in the pool to cool off and her fitness instructor, Gunter... a big guy, he came at me swinging. The police pulled me off him. Burt called them when I got there. Smart man. I might have killed the trainer. He'd broken one of my ribs and my nose but it took a week for him to regain consciousness." He took another gulp of his wine. "Surprisingly the Tennis Pro told the police I was just defending myself. Stephanie had taken off. Burt came over and gave a statement as he'd watched the entire thing from his back window. The next day I was notified by my lawyer that Stephanie was filing for divorce. During every meeting at the lawyer's office she'd tell me about the men she'd fucked since her third pregnancy. She never told me who got her pregnant the third time but I think it was someone we both knew. Maybe one of my business partners while I was out of town. She... she fucked everybody. Most of the husbands of the couples we knew. Friends of the family with a cock. If I had any kind of relationship with a man she would find a way to fuck him or suck him. All of it... all of it was to punish me. For not being there for her. For abandoning her. For not being enough of a man for her." A huge shudder went through his big frame and he closed his eyes. But he didn't let go of her hand. Elyse looked at the man sitting across from her and thought about his... confession. She understood now. That's what this had been. She could hear it in the tone of his voice and see it in his body language. He believed he was responsible for what she'd done. "Frank?" His eyes opened and looked at her sadly. "I'm sorry your wife decided to punish you instead of just talking to you. If she'd just sat down and told you how she was feeling all of this could have been avoided. Even if you had been honest about how angry and scared she'd made you by the third miscarriage you have to remember that she'd already betrayed you. Instead of trying to talk to you about her feelings she chose to betray your love by taking a lover. She'd already given up." Frank jolted in her grip but she held on. His eyes took on a desperate look and she got up and walked over to his side of the table. She tugged until he stood up. She pulled him into a hug and she felt his hard body trembling. He clung to her body like a lifeline. They stood like that, gently rocking back and forth and she waited for the tears. But they never came. Instead, Frank's trembling slowly stilled and Elyse's body began to respond to the heat and solidity of the man pressed so firmly against her. She didn't want to ruin the moment for him but her body was tingling like mad and it was all she could do to keep from grinding against him. He pulled back from her so he could see her eyes and she saw his need in his. Frank's lips touched hers gently like he was still unsure she wanted his kiss. She pressed her lips more firmly against his and the kiss became sensual. He stroked her lush lower lip with his drawing a gasp from her. Then he gently sucked on her upper lip and ran the tip of his tongue along its surface. Elyse felt that sensual touch fire electric bolts through her entire body. She moaned and his tongue found her lower lip. Shocks were going through her body continuously as she clung to him, grinding her pelvis against him. Something was rising to press back against her deliciously. That felt promising! Elyse sucked Frank's tongue into her mouth and his hands slid down her back to knead her ass cheeks in his strong fingers. The bulge in his pants rubbed insistently against her mound causing her to gasp into his kiss. She had to have him! Now! She pushed him back and he looked at her in surprise. She grabbed his hand and dragged him down the hallway to her bedroom. She shimmied out of her dress and stood before him in her lingerie. He gasped as he gazed at her body. "My god you're beautiful!" he sighed. "Your turn," she smiled, warmed by his words. He began to undress while she lit a few candles around the room. She turned the overhead light off and the room became far more intimate. She turned back to him and saw he was down to his black silk boxers. She grinned as he'd put on his own sexy underwear. He was looking a little nervous so she prowled up to him and wrapped her arms around him to pull him into a hug. He felt so good especially when his big hands were on her body. She loved being in his strong arms and she felt him stiffening in his boxers once more. She smiled. Pulling back she looked into his eyes and moved her lips to his. His lips were soft against hers and his tongue stroked her plump lower lip once before her tongue came out to caress his. They kissed deeper, tongues tangling in each other's mouths, breath coming in gulps as their hearts beat rapidly. He moved his hands down once more but this time they went under the waist band of her silk panties to hold the flesh of her ass. "OOoohhhh fuck!" Elyse pulled back to gasp as she rested her forehead against his. His hands were doing incredible things to her ass and her legs were beginning to get wobbly. She had to get them on the bed. Except he was pulling her tighter against his hidden cock and squeezing her ass as he did it. She felt her tingling become a bonfire. "Frank! Wait! Oh my god! You're getting me so hot!" she gasped as she pushed at his chest. He finally relented and she stepped back from his chest. She looked at him and his eyes were looking into hers with heat and desire raging in them. He wanted her! FUCK that was HOT! She took his hands and pulled him after her until they were at the end of the bed. She turned his back to the bed and gently pushed him back so he sat on the edge. "Move up to the pillows," she commanded in a silky purr. He pulled himself up the mattress then she followed on her hands and knees. When he was high enough she stopped him with a hand on his ankle. He looked down the bed as she slowly climbed up his body. She wanted to rip his boxers off but a slow reveal would be sexier. Elyse lowered her body over Frank's and his hands found her ass once more. She felt the ridge of his cock resting against her clit and she gasped as he rocked her back and forth across it. His lips found hers again and she kissed him deeply, sucking on his clever tongue which was doing sexy things in her mouth. "OH FUCK FRANK! OH GEEZE!" she cried out as his hands slipped down between her ass cheeks to stroke across her tender flesh. She felt her pleasure getting out of control and she could find herself cumming too soon so she pushed herself down his body to move his hands away from the danger areas. She watched him lift his fingers, wet with her juices, up to his face. He looked at the juices covering the ends of the two fingers he'd stroked her with. His eyes moved to hers and held them as he slipped the fingers into his mouth. "ohhh!" she moaned watching him suck the slickness from his fingers. She felt herself throb in reaction to the sexy, hungry look on his face. "I've never tasted a woman before. I want more," he rumbled. She trembled at his words but grinned up at him. "You'll have to wait your turn." She moved further down and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of his boxers. He arched his back lifting his ass from the bed so she could pull them down. The elastic caught on his cock which slapped up against his body when she managed to tug the boxers further down. Elyse took her first look at Frank's naked and very erect cock. Her mind immediately compared it to the ones she was most familiar with. Derrick was nine inches with a decent girth. Michael had been eight inches but slimmer. Looking at Frank's she realized it was much like him. While it was probably six and a half inches in length its girth was a little daunting. Like his wide shoulders and broad chest, his cock was thick! Thicker than both of her exes... maybe combined! And hard! She wrapped her fingers around its heat and it felt like iron. She couldn't recall either of her husbands getting this hard! It felt so silky smooth in her hand. "Oh geezus." Frank moaned as she stroked it. "Are you close Frank?" she purred looking up at him with a sexy smile. He lifted his head from the pillows to look down his body. "What? Uh, no, your hand just feels really good!" His head dropped back as he enjoyed the sensations. "Really, then you might like this." Elyse ran her tongue up the underside of his cock from the base to the fat head. "OH FUCK! What- what was that?!?" His head rose from the pillows once more to stare down at her in surprise. She raised her eyebrows. "You've never experienced this before?" She stroked his cock once more with her tongue then began licking the sides of the heavy flesh, kissing her way upwards. She felt both powerful for how she was making him writhe in bliss and nervous about how fucking thick his cock was! She was picturing it forcing its way inside her and she gasped at the image in her mind. "Oh my god! That's- FUCK! Oh geezus that's incredible!" he cried out as her lips finally reached the purple cap of his heavy appendage. She slid the head into her mouth and ran her tongue over the hot, soft surface. "FUCK! Oh fuck! Elyse! What you're doing to me! Oh GOD! FUCK! Ahhhh, that's so good!" he jumped and jolted under her busy lips and tongue. Elyse was in heaven. She loved the feel of a cock in her mouth and Frank's was amazing. It was so damn hard! She could feel his rapid pulse in it. It was difficult to get much of it in her mouth due to its girth but she tried. It didn't bend but it had a gentle upwards curve. That gave her an idea. She slipped her panties off, moved up the bed then swung her leg over Frank's chest. He gave her a worried glance. "Not teasingly light and not too rough. You have a sensual touch so you'll do fine," she grinned. He smiled and nodded. His big hands were on her hips then she felt herself being lifted up towards his face. Fuck he was strong! She gasped as his lips kissed and caressed the insides of her thighs. He was already doing well. She turned her attention back to his cock which was now upside down for her. Its curve would work with her instead of against her now. She gripped the base and tingled at how hot and stiff it was. She moved her lips to kiss the head and pulled back to cry out as Frank's tongue finally reached its target and stroked across her pussy. "YES! Oh Frank! That's good! Like that!" she gasped out to him as he ran the flat of his tongue up and down her wet pussy. He began to plunge his tongue deep into her as he stroked across it and she writhed in his strong grip. His hands had moved to her ass once more and his fingers were stroking her sensitive bits as well. She was at risk of being overwhelmed by the sensations so she turned her attention back to Frank's cock. She'd squeezed a bead of precum out and it glistened on top of the head. She dipped her tongue into the droplet and stroked it over the head of his cock feeling him jump under her body. She smiled to herself. He was going to love this! She opened her mouth wide and plunged forward, taking his cock deep into her mouth until the fat head wedged itself in the top of her throat and would go no further. "AAAHHHH!!! FUCK! ELYSE! FUCK! AHHHHHH!" Frank cried out, her pussy momentarily forgotten as the intense bliss of having his cock buried in her throat blotted out his senses. "Oh my god!" Elyse's eyes were rolling back. The feeling of his thick, hot cock so completely filling her mouth was overwhelming. She never wanted it to end but she couldn't breathe so she reluctantly pulled her head back and slid his cock out to the head. Then she drove it back down. "OOHHHH FUCK!!!" Frank gasped. She pulled back and drove forward fucking her mouth with his cock. She realized she was unable to get it in as far now because it was swelling to become thicker. Then Frank's mouth was back on her pussy, sucking and licking vigorously as one of his thick fingers slid deeply into her. She gasped with a mouthful of cock and moaned as he pumped the thick digit in and out while he thrashed her clit with his tongue. She was going to cum if he kept that up and she couldn't stop him. His index finger on his other hand was teasing her asshole as he fucked her with his finger- OH SHIT! Two now! Elyse was racing up to a colossal release as she pumped Frank's cock deep into her mouth. She felt his hard muscles begin to stiffen up in preparation of his own orgasm. With his finger circling her tight ass teasingly it was too much for her and her body went into convulsions as her orgasm ripped through her mind. She still had his cock in her mouth and she sucked harder. "CUMMING ELYSE! I'M CUMMING!" Frank called out, trying to pull his cock from her mouth but she firmly held it in place as his balls unloaded into her mouth. She gulped and swallowed as quickly as she could but there was just too much and she couldn't concentrate with her body exploding through its own fireworks. She pulled her head back to release his cock, squeezing out the last of his cum with her lips. Then she reached back and pushed his hand from her body before flopping down over him, gasping for breath. "Oh my god Elyse... that was... it was... I've never..." Frank struggled to put into words his first time experience, and failed. She smiled. It had been heavenly for her as well. God, he was so damn sexy! She pushed herself up and swung her leg over his body so she could lie beside him. She smiled up at him and saw him smile in return so she tucked herself against his side as he brought his arm around her to pull her in tight. He was looking into her eyes in wonder and his gaze sent a tingle through her entire body. "That was the most wonderful thing I have ever experienced!" he said in awe. "So... you've never done that before?" she asked quietly. "No. Stephanie was my one and only and right up to the last time we made love... which was a very long time ago, she insisted on me being on top and our mouths were only to be used for kissing. I wasn't even allowed to touch her down there. "But there are so many other ways to enjoy sex!" Elyse gasped. "Yes... I guess she discovered that... without me." Elyse frowned sympathetically then leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss. "If it makes you feel better now you can learn all those other ways with me!" Frank snorted in amusement and she looked at him in surprise. "If it makes me feel better? Learning all the wonderful ways to enjoy sex with the sexiest woman I've ever met? Yes please!" he said with a big grin. His grin dropped for a second. "I have to warn you though, I'm a complete novice so you may have to repeat the lessons many times for me to get it right." Elyse beamed a wide excited smile at him and swung her leg over him to move her body up onto his. She immediately moaned as his cock was pressing against her still sensitive pussy. "Wait! Wait! I don't have any condoms! Are you on the pill?" Frank gasped. Elyse bit her lip and groaned because he was right. She'd jumped into the deep end before thinking. "No, I'm not on the pill and it wouldn't be safe to go without some protection at this time." She pouted as she dragged herself up and down on his stiffening cock. God it got hard so fast! "We have to stop! Geezus!" Frank moaned. "Please stop that!" he pleaded as Elyse's hips were rocking on their own as she rubbed herself against him. Her hips seemed to have a mind of their own as they gyrated faster and faster. It went on and on and Frank was getting desperate as each turn seemed to bring the head of his cock closer to her wet opening. He took her head between his big hands and kissed her, deeply. This just made her hips rock faster and she whimpered into the kiss. She was clinging to him with all her strength so he rolled them over until she was under him. Her movements were now restricted but his cock was pressing much more firmly against her clit. Elyse pulled back from his kiss. "OH FUCK! FRANK! I'M RIGHT THERE! FUCK!" Frank looked down at her desperately. He didn't seem to know what to do but he began rocking his own hips in a slow circular motion. He was careful to make sure he didn't drive his cock inside her. Elyse couldn't believe how much better it now felt. The pressure he was adding was bending her mind! "YES! YESSSSSSS FRANK! LIKE THAT! LIKE- LIKE- OH! FUCK! LIKE... FFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!" she screamed as her body crested explosively. She grabbed his ass and squeezed hard, pulling him tighter against her. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her senses until she was spent and gasping for breath. She blinked her eyes open and saw Frank gazing down at her with a happy smile. "Did I do that right?" he asked. "Oh my... god Frank!... Yes... you did very well!" she panted. She suddenly realized he was still very hard. She was almost exhausted but she had an idea. She caught her breath then tugged on Frank to get him to move up. "Frank, I want you to bring that beautiful cock of yours right here between my breasts. Kneel over me and stroke it between them." His eyes went wide as she undid her lace bra and freed her heavy tits. "They're beautiful!" he gasped as he climbed up her body, careful not to put too much weight on her. "I want you to fuck them with your hard cock!" Elyse said to Frank with a wicked grin. She saw his cock twitch as he heard her naughty words. He smiled and pushed his cock down between her tits and she squeezed her soft flesh around it. "Oh my, that feels really good!" he said and he slowly pumped his cock between her tits. "Mmmm, it looks sexy as hell from my vantage point." Elyse replied as she watched the thick head slide into view and disappear in her cleavage. Frank must have been close as he began to twitch and speed up. Elyse squeezed her tits tighter together and he moaned at the sensation. His hips picked up speed again. "Elyse! This feels too good! I'm going to cum!" "Just let it happen Frank. Give me your cum. Fuck my tits and cum for me!" she said, keeping up the naughty talk as it really seemed to excite him. Stephanie must have been quite the prude... before she... changed. "Fuck! I'm cumming! Fuck! Ahhhh!" Elyse tipped her chin down and opened her mouth with her tongue extended to catch his cum. She was surprised when the first jet shot into the back of her mouth. The second struck her tongue and the third landed on her cheek. She leaned closer and sucked the thick head between her lips and caught the next few directly in her mouth. She had to rest her head back and a final surge landed on her neck. "Oh my god Elyse! That was incredible! You're incredible!" Frank gushed as he carefully lifted himself off of her body. Her face was flushed and her nipples were stiff with excitement. He looked from them to her eyes. "Did... you want to-" "No! I mean no, I'm good! Actually... I'm exhausted," she smiled tiredly up at him. Frank had a smile on his face and Elyse looked more closely at him. He seemed truly relaxed for the first time since she met him. "How are you feeling?" "Happy." She grinned. "Me too." "Good." "I'm kinda sticky though," she teased. She watched his face turn red with embarrassment. "You said..." "I know. I'm teasing! I'm going to take a quick shower. You can join me but no funny business!" she said with a fake stern look when his eyes lit up. Frank helped her up and followed her into the ensuite. She set some towels on the counter and tucked her hair into a shower cap as she was too tired to spend time drying it. Then she stepped into the shower stall to get the water running. She gestured for him to join her once the water was hot. She watched Frank but he was back to his gentlemanly behavior. He washed her quickly and efficiently and didn't try to cop a quick feel. When he turned her to rinse the soap away he felt a knot in her shoulder muscle so he massaged it until it was loose. She moaned in relief as her muscles turned to putty under his strong hands. Eventually she moved out from under the spray and he quickly washed himself. Elyse went out to sit on the edge of the bed. She bit her lip as she watched Frank walk out of the bathroom with only his towel wrapped around his waist. "Frank?" He was picking up his boxers from the floor. "Hmm?" "Would- would you stay with me tonight?" she asked and bit her lip nervously. He smiled and nodded. "I'd like that." "Tomorrow you buy condoms. Lots of condoms." She surprised a laugh out of him. "Sure." Chapter 13 The morning sun was hidden behind the most beautiful fog Frank had ever seen. Granted his impression may have been colored by the bliss of having spent one of the best nights of his life with the most beautiful woman he'd ever had the good fortune to meet. They'd done things he'd never experienced before. He felt like a complete novice at sex and she was opening the doors on a whole new world for him. Also, he hadn't slept so peacefully... ever. It felt completely natural to wake up spooning the gorgeous blonde. She seemed so happy this morning as well. They snuggled and kissed in bed for... Ahhh, he'd better get his mind back on what he was doing! He felt himself thickening in his cycling pants. Not a good combination. He was on his way to the drug store to pick up some condoms. Lots of condoms. She'd recommended the extra-large size due to his girth. He'd take her word for that. He'd never used a condom before. He parked and locked his bike then ducked into the drug store. He grabbed a basket and made his way down the aisles until he came upon a wall of brightly colored boxes. Condoms of every shape color and size. He stared in dismay at the overwhelming variety. He spent a few minutes scanning the shelves until he spotted a black box with 'X-LARGE' printed in bold gold letters on the front. It seemed to be a popular brand considering the number of other boxes with the same logo on them. He confirmed they were lubricated and picked up a box of 30. Then he recalled Elyse's teasing words this morning for him to buy 'lots and lots of condoms'. He grinned and dropped two more boxes of 30 in his basket. She'd also told him to pick up a bottle of lube as she was concerned with how thick he was. He'd said that Stephanie seemed to be able to take him easily enough. Apparently Elyse would be tighter. That made him a little concerned too. He didn't want to hurt her. He found the lubes and dumped a large bottle into his basket with a small box of individual size packets for when they were not at home. The reality of what he was contemplating stunned him momentarily. Frank stood in the aisle looking into the basket. Only a few days ago he was contemplating how barren of love his life had become and how empty it looked like it would be from now on. Now he had this incredibly beautiful woman in his life and she seemed to be equally happy to be there! It was way too soon to be using words like love but it seemed to fit what he was feeling now. He felt reality slipping around him. He gave himself a shake and made his way up to the cashier at the front of the store. He was second in line. An older woman had a buggy full of items and she was carefully loading them onto the belt. There was only one open cashier station. "Good morning Frank!" Shit. He turned around and sure enough there was Beverly. "Good morning Beverly. We bump into each other a lot don't we." "Not as much as you seem to be planning to 'bump into' someone else," she smiled wickedly as she looked into his basket. His face began to burn. "Very funny." "It gets better. May I introduce you to Janice Hawkins and Kelly Sinclair? These are your neighbors directly downhill from your place," she said grinning widely as she gestured to the two women standing behind her in line. Frank's smile froze in place as he faced the two additional women. Both were looking into his basket and wore identical knowing grins. All three women were wearing workout clothes and had yoga mats tied up and hanging on their shoulders. Tight yoga pants, tight tank tops and a hoodie over top. They were likely on their way to the studio. Each was purchasing a bottle of water. Janice was a 5' 6" strawberry blonde whose hair just reached her shoulders in a bob cut. She was very slim and firmly muscled. She might have been in her fifties but it was difficult to tell considering how fit she looked. Frank shook her hand with a smile and she gave him a wide smile in return. He shook Kelly's hand as well. The 5' 4" brunette had her auburn hair pulled back into a pony tail which hung down to her shoulder blades. She was a little chunkier than Janice and her boobs were struggling to free themselves from her tight spandex top. When she caught where his eyes were trying not to look her smile turned just a little bit sultry and he saw she had a slight overbite. A weakness of his, that caused a tingle down below. She was probably just a little older than he was. "Off to the yoga studio?" he asked the group trying to deflect attention from his basket which he moved up onto the counter behind him. Three sets of eyes dropped to check out the rather obvious bulge in his tight shorts. Eyes and grins got wider. "Yes, we like to stay flexible," Beverly cooed and there was little doubt of her innuendo. Janice and Kelly giggled at her words. Frank just smiled and nodded. He'd noted that all three women were wearing wedding rings so they were obviously just teasing. "You going for a ride?" Beverly continued. More giggles. His mind jumped the rails a little until he recalled he was wearing his cycling clothes. "Yes, just a short one though. I'm repainting my living room today. I have to get back to it." "Oh! I thought Elyse was working from your place." Beverly said in surprise. "She is. She's in the kitchen while I'm painting," he explained. The cashier had finally finished with the old woman she was serving and began taking the items out of his basket. Now Frank was cursing himself for thinking it would be fun to tease Elyse by showing up with so many condoms. When Janice noticed the boxes all had 'X-LARGE' printed on the front she reached out to grip Kelly's arm and her eyes shot back to the front of his bike shorts. Frank turned to face the clerk but saw the young woman was also staring at his tight shorts. He sighed and waited for her to finish the transaction. The large bottle of lube made the ladies begin to giggle nervously though they did their best to suppress it. Face burning, Frank paid for his items and collected his shopping bag. "It was nice meeting you. Have a good day!" he said and the three women were only able to wave. Frank beat a hasty retreat to his bike and loaded the shopping bag into his pannier which he would remember to bring in the store with him in the future as it was also useful for hiding parts of his anatomy. He bent over to undo the locks from the bike and heard a wolf whistle. He looked back and there was Beverly with a big smile on her face. Janice and Kelly were right behind her admiring his ass too. He stood up and gave Beverly a frustrated look. She raised her hands in surrender with a grin and hustled away, the other two women casting admiring glances back at him as they followed her. He wasted no further time in getting back home. After he put the bike away and locked the garage he headed inside and went straight down the hall to the bedroom. He didn't think his little joke was so funny anymore. Now he was just embarrassed. "How did it go?" Frank jumped, not expecting Elyse to follow him to his bedroom. He turned to see her amused expression. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to spook you!" she grinned. She tried peering around him as his face was beginning to pink up. Frank sighed. He wasn't going to get away with this. "I thought I would tease you about your 'lots and lots' comment so I bought... lots." He pulled the shopping bag from the pannier and dumped its contents out onto the bed. "Oh my! You did get lots!" she grinned widely and clapped her hands together once in delight. "Guess who I bumped into at the store," he sighed. "Oh no!" Elyse gasped with her hands hiding her big grin. "Oh yes. Beverly." She began to laugh. Hard. Frank watched her enjoy his embarrassment. "Guess who she was with?" Elyse gasped and tried to catch her breath as she shook her head. "The women who are my neighbors in the next two houses downhill. Janice Hawkins and Kelly Sinclair." Elyse looked to what the boxes were boasting, the large bottle of lube and the box of lube packets. She looked back into Frank's eyes as her eyes flew wide and her laughter burst forth once more. He couldn't really stay annoyed with Elyse enjoying herself so much. He pouted but he couldn't keep the smile from his lips. She pulled him into a hug and he squeezed her in return. "So much for first impressions," he grumbled. "Oh I think you made a fabulous first impression for these women, especially wearing your tight bike clothes!" she giggled and gripped his ass in her hands. "Hey! We have work to do before we get play time!" he reminded her. "Oh pooh! I want play time now!" she cooed as she pressed herself against his chest. "But your office would probably prefer you to have work time during the hours they are paying you for," he sighed as his inner voice told him to shut the fuck up. "Right. That. Having a job. Getting paid and having money to make mortgage payments and buy food," she pouted and batted her long lashes as him. "God, don't do that!" he gasped. She immediately looked contrite. "I'm sorry, did that trigger your nerves?" she asked with concern. "No! You just looked so adorable and sad I felt my heart breaking!" he exclaimed. Her eyes lit up with joy and she grabbed him to kiss him hard. His head was spinning wildly when she pulled back but there was a difference to his loss of equilibrium now. Before there was a sick sense of desperation, despair, and depression behind it. Now all he could see was a beautiful and bright future ahead and his heart was filled with wonder and happiness. "Oh my god Elyse, what you do to me!" he said with joy showing in his own eyes. She looked like she wanted to jump his bones right then but she stepped back with a smile on her lips. "We are having a little play time at lunch!" she said as she pointed at him and raised an eyebrow to let him know she was serious. He nodded and grinned at her. She turned and skipped back to the kitchen. Frank quickly rinsed off in the shower and pulled on a tight white t-shirt he could replace if he got paint on it and some old denim cut off shorts. He went out to the living room and pulled the tape off the top edge of the walls as he was done with the ceilings. He added tape to protect the crown moulding now and began painting the walls. He had this room and the hallway to finish. Then he'd redo the tape to protect the walls when he painted the baseboards and crown moulding. He had a system worked out so he was able to power through the painting of the room and the hallway. When he finished he stood back and admired the job. He felt eyes on him and turned to see Elyse watching him from the kitchen door. "Time for lunch. Play time first?" she said eagerly. The doorbell rang and the sudden look of disappointment on Elyse's face surprised a chuckle out of him. "Let me see if I can't shoo them away," he replied as he made his way to the front door. When he opened it he saw five ladies standing on the path leading to his door. The woman who'd pressed the doorbell was a stranger as was the one standing at her left elbow. But behind them was Janice, Kelly, and at the back looking both nervous and overjoyed was Beverly. Frank had an epiphany. These were likely the 'neighborhood wives' Beverly's husband Rick had been talking about. Beverly had found a way to get back into their good graces. By introducing them to the new arrivals. He'd play along for now as he was interested in getting to know the neighbors too. Funny how none of the men were making the same effort. Maybe they were at work and he'd see them later. "Hello." He gestured behind himself for Elyse to join him at the door. "Good day! I'm Holly Marshall and this is Heather Cumberland. We live in the houses across the street." She gestured to the houses on either side of Elyse's who had reached his side by this point. Holly's eyes narrowed ever so slightly in reaction to the beauty standing next him. "Hi, Frank Dunn and this is Elyse... Williams." He recalled what Elyse said at the failed dinner party. They shook hands and Janice and Kelly stepped forward to shake Elyse's hand and make introductions. "Beverly tells us you are painting and I know it's short notice but we thought you might like to escape the paint fumes and come over to lunch at my place. Just some sandwiches and drinks. A 'get to know you' lunch," Holly said with a smile. "That's very nice of you," he said and glanced at Elyse as he knew she had other things in mind for their time. "That would be lovely," she agreed. "I, uh, should probably get changed," Frank said looking down at himself. "If you are going to be doing more painting later don't bother changing. It's just a casual lunch." Holly said with a smile and her eyes did a quick appreciative pass over his body. "Maybe I'd-" "Let's go!" Elyse said before Frank could protest further. The women all smiled at Elyse. He glanced at her then slipped his runners on his feet as Elyse pulled her shoes on. They stepped outside and Frank locked up then followed the group to Holly's place. He saw Beverly was smiling, happy to be included. Holly's home was lovely and probably twice the square footage of his. Tastefully furnished, he saw some serious money had been spent here. Based on some of the artwork, very serious money. She led them to the large solarium at the back of the house behind the kitchen where there were a number of comfortable chairs arranged around low tables. A perfect spot for conversations. Holly gestured for them to take a seat while she and Heather went back to the kitchen to get the food and drinks. Frank noticed there were no two seaters and the chairs were positioned to be equally distant from each other. He looked at Elyse but she seemed to be comfortable with finding a seat. He took the chair next to hers. The others took their chairs but they left the two chairs to Frank's left open for their hosts. Holly returned with a large tray of small delicious looking wraps. She pointed out the ones with chicken, the ones with tuna, and the veggie wraps. Heather set a tray down with a large jug of sangria, seven glasses, and paper plates. She handed the plates to Holly then poured for everyone, handing out the glasses. Frank put a couple of the wraps on his plate and waited for the others to get theirs. Holly was playing the gracious host role and she seemed to have had a lot of practice. She was 5' 8" and had generous curves that were likely gifted to her surgically. She had a symmetry that seemed just a little too precise to be natural, breasts a little too high and perfectly round to be natural, and an ass... well, it couldn't be natural either. Her sun yellow blond hair cascaded down to midback. She was probably a few years older than him. Her friend Heather was far too slim. Maybe she starved herself. Her modest implants were made all the more obvious by the lack of fat anywhere else. Her raven black hair was currently braided into a thick bundle hanging down to almost her ass. Holly raised her glass once everyone was seated again. "Here's to welcoming our new arrivals to the neighborhood." Everyone joined in the toast and they sipped at the sangria. Frank thought it was very good if a little strong. He'd have to be careful with his consumption of this beverage. It was easy to forget its bite. He took a bite of a chicken wrap and it was really good! "Delicious!" he said with a nod to Holly. "There's a lovely catering place in town. We use them when Daryl entertains here at the house. My husband's company in Silicon Valley designs military satellites so he spends most of his time flying between San Francisco and Washington," she said in an offhand manner but there was no mistaking the boast. Frank nodded with a suitably impressed look earning him a satisfied smile from Holly. "Heather's husband is a movie producer in LA. You may spot him in the area on weekends. Janice's husband is the financial controller of a major pharmaceuticals manufacturer in San Jose and commutes. Kelly's husband is an investment banker right here in Carmel." "Though you'll only ever see him on the golf course," Kelly pouted. It was obvious that aside from Beverly whose husband seemed to be retired and comfortable staying home, none of the husbands in this group spent much time with their spouses. Frank felt a little worried about that as they were currently looking at him like cats watching a mouse. "Beverly tells us you're retired! You seem so young to be able to retire! How did you manage that? What did you do before?" Holly exclaimed leaning towards him with a bright smile on her face. Frank was a little unnerved by her but nodded. "Yes, I'm retired now. I worked at a company I set up over twenty years ago. We specialized in making deals happen between larger companies. We were facilitators, identifying obstacles and finding ways to work around them or eliminate them. Sometimes that meant finding and bringing the right people together. Sometimes it meant buying or backing companies to help them grow quickly and efficiently to be able to partner with larger companies. I brought in partners about eight years in and we grew very rapidly ourselves. I ended up handling most of the acquisitions which meant lots of traveling, sometimes nice places but most often not so nice places. Some aspects of the work were unpleasant and I was forced into dangerous situations more than once. Luckily none of them proved fatal. I'm glad it's over. When I retired I sold my majority shares to the other partners." Frank noticed that all eyes were on him including Elyse's. He realized this was the first time she'd heard what he'd done as well. He smiled at her and she returned it with a twinkle in her eye. "Now I'm just going to try my hand at writing. Elyse is an editor for a publishing house in LA so I've asked her to let me know if I have anything worth publishing." Frank grinned at her. "Stories of your travels to these dark and dangerous places?" Heather asked, her eyes just a little intense. "I- I don't think anyone would be interested in reading about that and I'm not sure I'd want to revisit those memories myself. I'm certainly never going back to those places," Frank said quietly as he struggled not to let his mind dredge up the past. He forced a smile on his face. "No, I'm alive, safe, and healthy so I'm going to enjoy my retirement!" Frank took another drink of his Sangria and popped the rest of the wrap he was eating into his mouth. It really was very good. "I'd love to get the recipe for these wraps!" he said looking closely at the wrap on his plate. They added something to the chicken he just couldn't put his finger on. "Oh, do you cook?" Holly asked. "Frank is an excellent chef! He made an exquisite chicken and chorizo paella for us last night! It was so good! Even his grilled cheese sandwiches are delicious!" Elyse gushed and Frank smiled and tipped his head. "I do like to cook. I find it very relaxing," he admitted. "I look forward to our next potluck dinner party! It's become an annual tradition to throw a party for the neighborhood. Everyone brings their specialty. Daryl fires up the barbeque and broils a bunch of steaks. Heather mixes up gallons of her amazing sangria, everyone gets involved and there is a lot of food! You could make your paella?" Holly asked with a small smile on her lips. "I've never cooked for more than two people." Frank said. "Always smaller dishes for intimate dinners." When he heard his words a blush crept up his cheeks. He glanced at Elyse but she was innocently sipping her sangria. "I- I'll have to see what I can make for a bigger group." "I'm sure anything you make will be lovely," Holly smiled. "Are you a fan of sports? Football? Baseball?" Heather glanced over at Kelly with a smirk. "Golf?" Frank was wondering why he was the only one being asked questions. Elyse seemed content to sit quietly but he felt like he was running a gauntlet. "No, I've never really had time to dedicate to sports. I was always working and when I wasn't I was trying to escape from the bustle by hiking in whatever woods were nearby or cycling," he answered. "Yes, Janice mentioned they bumped into you at the drugstore this morning while you were out cycling. Is riding a hobby of yours?" Holly asked with a coy smile. "Yes, I really enjoy it. It gets the heart pumping and builds endurance," he said enthusiastically. Janice and Kelly began giggling while Holly and Heather wore identical looks of delighted amusement. Frank looked at them in confusion. "Did I miss something?" "I'm sorry, we just heard what you were shopping for at the drug store and we got a little carried away in our imaginations. It was rude of us and we apologize." Heads nodded but they were still looking at him like he was a delectable chocolate bonbon. "We obviously have a little too much time on our hands and seeing a new, and handsome, face in the neighborhood has lightened our spirits. I hope you can forgive us," the ringleader said with a pouty smile. Frank's face flushed red as his mind connected the dots between the condoms and 'riding' double entendre. "I see I'm going to have to choose my words very carefully around you ladies." "Where would the fun be in that?" Holly grinned. "I hate to disappoint but I'm just not that exciting." Frank admitted and the women looked to Elyse. Their smiles grew and Frank looked quickly to Elyse but she was just looking back at him with an innocent smile. "Et tu, Brutus?" Elyse laughed and patted his arm. "I said nothing Frank but I can't agree with your statement." Frank wasn't sure how to react to that. He was aghast that she was even hinting at their personal business but he was also secretly delighted at her opinion of him. His conflict must have come through his expression as the ladies chuckled. "Frank you are already proving to be a delightful addition to our neighborhood!" Heather said and the rest nodded. "Aside from teasing the neighbors what do people do for fun around here?" Frank asked. "Yoga, going to the gym, visiting spas, book clubs, walking clubs, movie nights and we do volunteer work on several charities." Holly explained. "Sounds like a busy schedule," Frank suggested. "Actually it's not busy at all." Heather lamented. "We get so bored!" "Have you ever done any cycling or hiking? Exercising while getting a change of scenery does wonders for the soul." It looked like they were actually contemplating the idea though a few of them got mischievous smiles on their faces as they let their imaginations wander. Frank glanced at Elyse. "Lunch was lovely but I think we'd better get back to it. Elyse is working and I have to finish up that painting." Elyse nodded. "Lunch was delicious! Thank you so much!" "I look forward to our next get together. Once I get the house all fixed up and have some actual furniture I'll invite everyone over for dinner," Frank offered and received wide smiles for that. Holly walked them out to the front door. She gave Elyse a double cheek kiss and Frank received the same with the addition of having her breasts firmly pressed against his chest. Flustered, Frank said his goodbyes and caught her satisfied smile as the door closed. They walked back to his place in silence. Once they were inside Elyse started to laugh and Frank looked at her in surprise. "Oh Frank! You are in so much trouble!" she giggled. "What? What did I do?" he asked. "It's not what you did, it's who you are! A virile male lamb amongst the man-hungry she-wolves of Carmel!" she said theatrically with wide eyes. "Oh come on! I have no intention of 'entertaining' a bunch of bored housewives!" She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. "Good! Because I don't intend on sharing you." He smiled happily. "Good, because I'm a one woman man." She kissed him and he felt his body floating away. When she pulled back he wobbled a little on his feet. They heard a warbling coming from the kitchen. "Damn, that's my two o'clock conference call." She pulled away and he gave her butt a fond little spank. She looked over her shoulder at him with lust in her eyes then she was out of sight. Frank dragged his mind back to his painting task and powered through the rest of the job. Hours later Frank was dressing after taking a quick shower. He'd finished the painting, removed the tape and drop cloths, and cleaned his tools. Then he'd taken a shower to get the paint off of him. He pulled on a pair of dark grey slacks, a dark blue dress shirt, socks and he felt presentable once more. He walked out into the kitchen to see Elyse busy typing away on her laptop. She looked at him and smiled widely. "Mmm! You look delicious! Are we going someplace?" she asked. "Yes, I thought I'd take you to a nice restaurant in town for dinner. I made a reservation earlier. Then I thought we could take a little walk, window shop, get familiar with the town. Outside of cycling through town I haven't really spent much time looking at the place. We could use that time to talk, get to know each other." She smiled at him and nodded. "I'll need to get changed. When is our reservation?" "In an hour." Elyse looked at the clock and nodded as it was 5:45PM. She saved her work, disconnected from her office, and shut down her laptop. She stood up and followed him to the front door. She complimented him on how impressed she was with how professional his painting job was. She promised to be back in thirty minutes. Frank kissed her amazing lips then drank in her beautiful smile as she turned and left. He was still amazed this beauty wanted to spend time with him. He went back inside to tidy up. Chapter 14 Elyse quickly got freshened up. As it was getting cool outside she put on a black yoga top, black leggings, then her cream color oversize turtleneck sweater which reached mid-thigh and dark brown, low heeled knee high boots as they'd be comfortable for their walk. She looked in the mirror and smiled. Getting dressed up felt so much better when you knew someone else was going to appreciate the effort too. She locked up and crossed the road as Frank pulled his Jeep out of the garage. He got out to close the garage as she walked up. He slowed to a stop as he took in how beautiful she looked in the cream sweater. She saw he was a little dazzled and that felt so good! She saw him get his mind back and pull the garage door closed. As he was locking it she saw it was the same door that she had. "Are you going to get an automatic opener for your garage door?" she asked as he made his way back to the Jeep. He looked back at the door and shrugged. "I hadn't really thought of it." "I want to get one for mine," she commented. "That's probably pretty easy to install. Would you like me to install one for you?" he asked as they got into the vehicle. Elyse flashed back to her fantasy of Frank installing one wearing only some tight shorts. She grinned and nodded as he looked at her curiously. He got them on their way. It only took a few minutes to drive to the restaurant and find a spot to park. She held his arm as they made their way to the front door. "The restaurant got excellent reviews. I hope you like Mediterranean or Middle Eastern cuisine," Frank said with a hopeful smile. She nodded to him and he seemed relieved. They were seated at a lovely table and handed menus. Frank suggested the hummus and pita appetizer and she agreed. She decided to stick with something light for her entre as she was already getting butterflies in her stomach thinking about what the night promised. They ordered and once they were alone they smiled at each other across the table. Elyse took a sip of her water. "You mentioned we should get to know each other. While it's only been a few days, it feels like I've known you for much longer. I don't know why I feel like this. I'm not impetuous. Especially about... being intimate. It usually takes me much longer to let down my guard." Frank nodded and sipped at his water as well. She continued. "I've told you about the men I've allowed into my life and what happened. You are so different from them. Maybe that's it." "I'm old... older." Frank said, suddenly appearing uncomfortable about their age difference for once. She dipped her eyes then looked at him with a smile. "You're not old. It's true you're a little older than me but the men I married were younger than me both physically and mentally. They were boys in men's bodies. I see that now, Frank. You, you're a man. What a man should be." He snorted and smiled. "I mean it! You're masculine without being offensively macho. I can't believe I was taken in by Derrick and Michael's showy bravado. I thought that was what it meant to be a man." Frank was beginning to look uncomfortable. "Elyse, please don't paint me as some ideal. I'm far from perfect. If that was the case... if that was the case we never would have met." Elyse blinked at him and thought of that. "I'm flattered but I screw up as much as the next man. Perhaps more." He wore a frown as he said this. Elyse reached across the table and took his hand in hers. "I didn't mean to imply you were perfect. No one is. We're just human and we make mistakes. I was just letting you know that in comparison to my ex-husbands you are a far better example of what a man should be. You've opened my eyes to what I should have been looking for. While I would never wish for you to go through what you did, for purely selfish reasons I'm glad you're not perfect and life brought you to me." Frank looked a little overwhelmed by her confession and was only able to smile and nod to her. The waiter arrived and took their orders. Elyse noticed that Frank was watching her nervously when he thought she wasn't looking. She caught him doing it and he blushed. "What are you doing?" she asked. He fidgeted then looked into her eyes. "I- I'm having this... surreal feeling that all of this is a hallucination brought on by the trauma. The idea that I'm sitting across from an amazing and stunning woman who actually wants to spend time with me, who wants me in her life, it- it doesn't feel real! I keep waiting for the bubble to burst. To find myself back in the law office wiping her spit from my cheek again." Elyse gasped. That bitch spat on him!?! She hated that Stephanie had hurt Frank so badly. She reached across the table once more, grabbed his hand and held it tight. "Frank, this is real!" She saw his eyes focus on her and a shudder went through his body. He clung to her hand and took some deep breaths. When he finally opened them again he looked embarrassed once more. "Here you are saying I'm such a shining example of what a man should be yet I'm just broken," he said apologetically. "Frank, you're not broken. You're hurt. There's a huge difference. You'll heal. Give yourself time. I believe you are worth it," she gave him a smile and he lifted her hand to his lips and gently kissed it. When his soft lips caressed her fingers a spark shot from them through her body. She bit her lip as a warm buzz spread through her sensitive bits. The waiter returned with their appetizer and they released each other's hand. Elyse felt her face glowing and they hadn't even ordered a drink. "Did you want to order some wine?" she asked. "Not for me but if you'd like some-" he began but she shook her head. She was already feeling a little dizzy from the anticipation. They enjoyed the hummus very much and talked about travel. She discovered that Frank had been to some very exotic sounding places. Some had been beautiful and some had been downright frightening. "I haven't traveled anywhere really except to a few other states with Michael which weren't much fun. You mentioned at our little lunch with the wolves..." she grinned at his frown, "that you faced some danger. I don't mean to make you revisit those bad times but can you tell me what kind of danger you faced?" Frank nodded and looked at the table surface as he brought the memories up from where he buried them. "I was held for ransom once when I was in Columbia. I was there working with a company looking to set up a hydro-electric power plant out in a rural area when I was grabbed by a military group. Rebels. Spent two months hidden in the jungle. Moved a few times. Took some beatings. Not the happiest memory I have. On several occasions I thought I was about to be killed. The insurance company finally agreed to pay the ransom and I was released. I didn't travel for a while after that and my company sent me on some courses to give me some survival skills should it happen again," Frank said quietly. Elyse stared in open mouthed shock at Frank. He was sitting so quietly after disclosing a horrific time in his life. He looked at her and there was a sadness in his eyes. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have asked," she mumbled. "No, please. It feels good to talk to you about this. Like a... release of some kind. Stephanie never wanted to talk to me about it. It... helps," he said with a little smile. "OK, is there anything else you'd like to express tonight?" Elyse said, once more thinking about clawing Stephanie's eyes out. "No, except that I'm seriously becoming enchanted by you." She smiled widely and saw his eyes widen in delight. Their meals arrived and they both enjoyed the food very much. They decided not to get dessert and once Frank paid they went out for their little walk. Most of the shops were closed but they weren't really in the mood for shopping. They talked about their childhood memories and Elyse learned that Frank was unaware of any family beyond his parents and they'd passed away years ago, before he got married. She told him about her extended family of cousins and second cousins. He looked a little envious. It was dark when they returned to the Jeep for the drive home. As they stood next to the passenger door Frank slid his arm around Elyse's back and pulled her against him. He kissed her gently and she felt so good to be in his arms. She held his hard body against her softer one and trembled. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. "I'm sorry, are you cold?" he asked. "No, this just feels so good!" she sighed. He smiled. "Let me get you home." He let her inside then crossed to his side and got them on their way. Elyse couldn't stop smiling. As they pulled onto their street they spotted Beverly standing on the sidewalk in front of her house looking down the hill towards his place. They could see Holly and Heather standing on their lawns looking towards his house as well. Frank slowed to a stop and rolled his window down to ask what was up. "ELYSE!" a hoarse voice was bellowing from outside. A shock of fear rushed through her body. That was Michael's voice. Frank looked over at her and saw her terror. His eyes went cold. "It's Michael, isn't it." She could only nod. "Stay here with Beverly. Call the police." Frank shut off the Jeep and got out. Elyse scrambled out of her side and rushed around the front to grab Frank's arm as he strode down the sidewalk. "Stop!" she hissed quietly, afraid to catch Michael's attention. They heard the sound of him kicking the door and more bellowing. Frank took Elyse's arms in his hands and gently guided her over to Beverly who looked terrified. "Call the police," he said calmly then walked down the street. Elyse quickly dialed the emergency operator. She gave her name, the address and told them her ex-husband was drunk, in a rage and trying to get to her. She asked for as many police as they could send. The operator told her to stay on the line. Then she heard a roar and dropped her phone. She pulled away from Beverly and rushed down the hill! "FRANK!" Chapter 15 It didn't take Frank long to reach the front of his house where he finally got to see Michael. Shit, he was big! He was also destroying his front door. The front of the house was lit up with recessed accent lights in the soffits, a couple of small spots and a lamp post near the drive so both men had a clear view of each other. "Hey, Michael! Leave my fucking door alone!" The big man spun to look back at him. Frank saw he was carrying a half empty 40oz bottle of something in his left hand. "Who the FUCK are you and how do you know my name?" the mountain cursed at him as he began to move closer. "Elyse told me all about your cowardly attack on her, you pathetic piece of shit." Frank growled. Michael reeled back like the words had physically struck him. "You... you talked with Elyse? Did you fuck the slut! Did you?" he yelled. "She divorced you, you moron. Did you get hit in the head too many times to know what that means? You're out of her life. Just more garbage on the side of the road to forget," Frank taunted. Michael's eyes flared and he bellowed his fury as he rushed at Frank like a 240 pound runaway train of steroid induced, homicidal rage. Frank's fist struck dead center of Michael's face and snapped the man's head back as Frank spun to the side to avoid the charge. Michael staggered and went down on one knee. Frank moved forward to put the man down. "FRANK!" Elyse yelled as she spun around the end of the driveway. He stopped in surprise looking in her direction and missed seeing Michael swinging the bottle until it exploded against the side of his head. He slammed into the side of Michael's Jeep parked in his driveway and Michael surged to his feet to hit him a few more times. "STOP! MICHAEL! STOP!" Elyse screamed, pulling at the huge man's arm. Michael tossed Frank to the ground and spun to backhand Elyse. She fell back onto the lawn. Michael looked back at Frank whose face was a bloody mess then snorted and turned back to Elyse. "So you're fucking old guys now! Well I just came back for one more fuck of my own as you owe me that for the money I gave you. I deserve a piece of WHORE ASS for my FUCKING MONEY!" He unbuckled his belt. Elyse was looking up at him in terror. Frank heard Michael's words and rage leant him the strength to surge to his feet. His survival training kicked in. Fight dirty to win. He hammered a fist into the big man's left kidney with a loud thump. Michael squealed and tried to spin but Frank immediately slammed his heel against the inside of Michael's right knee, destroying the joint with a wet snap and pop. As the big man began to topple, still unable to scream, Frank drove a second punch into the side of his jaw and the sharp crack of the bone shattering could be heard across the street. Michael fell onto his back and Frank followed him down landing two more solid hits against his ribs which cracked under the blows. The moment Elyse grabbed Frank he allowed her to pull him up to his feet but he remained over Michael who was making a frightened warbling sound. Frank got in one more solid kick against Michael's balls and the squealing rose in pitch. Frank stood over Michael breathing in deep gasps as he glared down at the destroyed man. "You... are... NEVER... going near... Elyse... again." He paused to take a breath then he leaned in close. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!" Frank roared in his face and Michael shrunk back and nodded quickly. Elyse pulled him back and looked at Frank's bloody face. Blue and red light flashed over it suddenly as a police cruiser screeched to a halt on the road in front of his house. Two officers jumped out of the cruiser and rushed over to them. Frank sighed and allowed himself to relax. Then the pain began. He winced. "Frank?" Elyse asked nervously as the officers stared at him in surprise as they recognized his assailant. "I think I'd like to sit down now," he said. Chapter 16 Elyse had been stunned to see Michael down on one knee and Frank standing over him as she rushed around the end of the driveway. She'd watched in horror as Michael swung the bottle into his head and leapt up to beat on him as he fell back against Michael's car. Seeing Frank's blood spray across the car's hood finally got her moving but Michael's strength was too much for her and he'd knocked her to the ground. When he'd undone his belt she'd realized she was about to be raped and cold terror shot through her body. Then Frank rose to his feet and destroyed the bigger man. He'd been so fast and brutal! Michael was reduced to a squealing mess on the ground as Frank roared at him. A primal thrill shot through her body as she recalled the moment. Frank's body was trembling with rage and unspent adrenalin. He was breathing hard in deep gasps so Elyse knew his ribs weren't broken from the hits Michael gave him. She breathed a sigh of relief. Elyse pulled him back and examined the nasty cut he got on his cheekbone from the smashed bottle. The police finally arrived and she felt Frank sigh and relax once the officers were standing next to Michael. She felt him begin to sag and he asked to sit. An ambulance arrived so Elyse led Frank towards it. The paramedics took one look at his bloody face and took over guiding him to the back of the ambulance. Elyse helped him up onto the back step where he sat and the paramedic began working on him while his partner rushed over to where the police were standing. Heather and Holly walked up to the back of the ambulance and Beverly rushed to join them. The first two were looking at Frank hungrily while Beverly was just wide eyed with shock. Elyse smiled at them and they gave her thrilled grins in response. One of the officers came over to begin taking statements and Elyse went first. He spoke with Frank next while his partner took statements from Holly then Heather as both had had an unobstructed view of the entire event from before Frank's arrival. The officers conferred and were satisfied that Frank had only been defending himself and Elyse so no charges would be laid against him. After looking to Elyse for permission, and getting it, Holly and Heather both gave Frank a kiss on his non-injured cheek for 'defending the neighborhood'. Somehow Holly managed to brush her tits against him while she gave her kiss. Beverly just touched his hand but the petite brunette had to be gently pulled away by Holly. Elyse kept her eye on Frank the entire time the women were fawning over him but he only showed embarrassment from their attentions. She felt a little bad for testing him but she sighed with a deep sense of relief that he had passed so well. She wrapped her arm around him as they watched the ambulance drive away with Michael strapped down in the back. The police had a tow truck take Michael's Jeep away, impounded as evidence as Frank's blood was on the hood. Taking his keys from him Elyse moved Frank's Jeep back into his driveway. Once the police left Elyse brought Frank to his front door where they both looked in dismay at the destroyed surface. While the door had done its job of preventing Michael from entering, it would have to be replaced. "He's paying for the new door." Frank growled deep in his chest. Elyse smiled as a thrill ran through her. She wasn't one to be impressed with brute force, her boredom at watching Michael's football games had proved that. It was the confidence in Frank's voice that made her tingle from head to toe. Frank unlocked the door and let them inside. He flipped the lock closed once more. They slipped off their boots and shoes and she walked him down to his bedroom. Elyse slowly and carefully helped him take his clothes off and once he was down to his boxers she stood back and took in the bruises Michael had left on his body. Nothing was broken luckily but he was in obvious pain. "I think we'd better postpone our 'play time' until you heal from these," she sighed. Frank nodded then he looked her in the eye. "That doesn't mean you can't share my bed though." Elyse gave him a dazzling smile. Of course it didn't. Chapter 17 Frank sat on his deck soaking in the warm afternoon sun. Carmel never got very hot due to its proximity to the cold ocean currents but a sweater, a lounge chair, and direct sunlight made for a very pleasant way to spend a few hours. This was day two for his recovery. The bruises were already beginning to fade. Well, he thought they were. He still had a whopper of a black eye though and the cut on his cheekbone felt tight. All in all, he felt pretty good. If Elyse hadn't insisted on him taking it easy he would have begun some of the renovation work already, like replacing his front door or installing a garage door opener for Elyse. Wearing only his cut off shorts apparently. His opponent in the fight hadn't fared as well. Elyse discovered through a contact at the hospital that Michael wouldn't be playing football anymore. The steroids he'd been consuming had done some nasty things to his body. He'd lost the kidney Frank had punched but not just because of the hit. When the doctor's investigated why he was pissing blood they'd discovered it was riddled with cancer. Even if he recuperated from the removal of his kidney his knee was too badly damaged to salvage his career. Frank tried to feel bad about that but couldn't. The asshole was going to rape Elyse. He got fucked instead. Karmic justice at work. Speaking of Elyse, one of her co-workers confessed to having mentioned Frank's address as the house Elyse had been after to Michael when he took her out on a date and seduced her. The woman felt awful for betraying Elyse and apologized for letting herself be used by Michael like that. Her self-esteem had taken a bad hit. Elyse forgave her as she knew the woman's own conscience was going to punish her enough. Elyse also insisted on remaining close during his recovery so she continued to work from his kitchen even though her internet had finally been installed. He didn't mind. On the contrary, he loved the company. If he was being truthful, he was beginning to suspect he loved her. He knew it was way too early to start throwing the 'L' word around but more and more he was thinking about how important she was for his happiness. They still hadn't had their play time but the cuddle time was fantastic! He walked into the kitchen and was treated to a beautiful smile as Elyse listened in on a conference call over her internet connection. He heard her make a comment now and then as she was asked a question or had something to say. He didn't listen to her words as that would be rude but the sound of her voice was soothing to him. He began preparing dinner. He was making lasagna tonight. He made himself busy preparing the sauce from scratch from a recipe he'd picked up on a business trip to Italy. The sauce needed to simmer for a couple of hours so he had to start now. He found this work very relaxing and loved cooking for others. He was making enough sauce to use in the lasagna and another pasta dish later in the week. He was thinking spaghetti with a rich meat sauce maybe. He smiled to himself as he moved the pot onto the burner on low heat and stirred it once more. He felt arms wrapping around him as soft breasts pressed against his back. A shiver went through him as she nibbled on his ear. Hot breath tickled him and he squirmed in her grip. Her hands were slowly sliding down his chest, over his stomach, and descending lower. He gasped as they rubbed over his awakening cock and her own gasp blew across his ear. He tried to turn but she was pressed up against him tightly and she was holding him in place. "No no no, I've got you where I want you!" she sighed as she pressed her lips to his neck. Tingles rushed down his spine to supercharge a specific area of his body which was pressing hard against the inside of his pants. Elyse undid his belt, popped the top button on his pants and slowly undid his zipper. She moaned sensually as she felt him pressing back through a thin layer of fabric against her fingers as she slipped them inside his pants. "Ohhh Frank! That feels so good!" she purred. He stirred the sauce once more assuring himself it wasn't burning then put the lid on the pot to keep the heat in. He could leave it now for a while. Elyse lifted the waistband of his boxers and slipped a hand inside to slide her fingertips along his hot skin. "Oh my god Elyse!" he groaned. Her fingers felt so good on him! He finally managed to turn around but only because she wanted to kiss him. Her mouth found his and her tongue slid into his mouth boldly. He sucked on it and her fingers wrapped around his heat and gently squeezed it. His hands slid down her back until he was holding her ass. He squeezed and kneaded the flesh there and she moaned into his mouth. She pulled back to look hotly into his eyes and slowly knelt down before him, pulling his pants and boxers down as she did. His heavy cock swung free and she smiled in anticipation. Elyse once more wrapped her lovely fingers around his cock down by its base so she could guide it to her mouth. She stuck her tongue out to stroke it along the underside. Frank jolted in her grip from the incredible sensations. "You're still getting used to this aren't you," she said with a sexy smile. Frank looked at her in shock. "You can get used to this?" he exclaimed. Elyse giggled at his expression of awe as she pressed her lips to his shaft. "Mmmm, you have a wonderful cock, Frank!" "Uh, thanks?" More giggles as she kissed her way around his shaft and began to kiss the head. "Ooohh Elyse!" Frank gasped and gripped the edge of the countertop as his knees got wobbly. Beautiful pale green eyes looked up at him as she smiled wickedly. She was obviously enjoying her control over him. When she sucked him into her mouth Frank gasped loudly and clung to the countertop as his legs threatened to give out on him. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! This is- it's- Oh my- Elyse! ELYSE!" Frank was going crazy! Her mouth was so incredible and the thing she was doing with her tongue and how she was caressing his balls as she plunged him into her mouth! It was too much! Elyse suddenly pulled back and gasped for air. "Oh my god Frank! Your cock is so thick! I can barely get my mouth around it! But it's so good!" she purred. "I think it's time for a change of location," he gasped. He bent down and lifted Elyse into his arms and she squealed in surprise. He kicked his pants and boxers free then carried Elyse down the hallway to his bedroom. She was watching him with wide, excited eyes and grinning widely as he laid her down gently on his bed. Before she had a chance to move he slid down the bed and pulled her yoga pants and panties off. "Cheeky fellow!" she chirped at him with a fake scowl which rapidly turned into a jaw dropping gasp as he dipped his face down and licked her wet pussy boldly. He remembered what she liked from last time and did that until her fingers were tangled in his hair and she was pulling his face tight against her gushing pussy. She held him there for a bit then she began frantically pushing. "Wait! Wait! Wait! I want- I want you inside me!" she cried out and pushed his face away. Frank reached over to the end table and pulled a condom packet out of the drawer. He was looking at it when Elyse pushed him over onto his back on the bed and plucked the package from his hand. She tore it open and grabbed the base of his cock, pointed it upright, and placed the condom on the head, pinching the tip. Using her other hand she rolled the condom down his shaft and he noticed how tight it felt. Not the best sensation he decided but to protect Elyse he could accept it. Elyse looked at the condom critically and leaned across him to snag a couple of packets of lube from the end table. She tore them open and squeezed them out over the latex encased head of his cock. She ran her hands down the length of him, smearing the lube generously over the surface. Then she climbed on top of Frank's body and looked down at him with a hot smile. "I've been waiting for this since I took you to dinner out at that restaurant on the highway," she growled sexily. She reached down and positioned him against her pussy which was still very wet. She settled back against it and the head forced its way inside her. She gasped and looked at him with wide eyes. "Oh fuck you're big!" she moaned. "We don't have t- OOOHHH..." Frank dropped his head back to the mattress as Elyse drove herself down on his cock taking him deep. He couldn't get over how tightly she was gripping him. The intensity of it was blanking his mind. He finally managed to lift his head up to look at Elyse and she had her eyes closed tightly and she was trembling. She hadn't moved since she forced him inside. "Elyse... are you ok?" "Mmmhmm." He looked closer and saw she was holding her breath. "Elyse! Breathe! You have to relax. Deep breaths!" She let out a tight gasp then sucked in air between her teeth. "I- I didn't think that one through," she hissed. "Nice and slow would have probably been the way to go," Frank agreed. "Maybe you should ease yourself off-" "No! I mean, I have you where I want you. I can get used to it," Elyse insisted. She lifted herself up a little, maybe an inch and a half, and dropped herself back down. "Geezuz!" Frank moaned. She felt incredible but he was worried about her. He looked at her face again and there was just the hint of a smile on her lips. Elyse went still then lifted herself up two inches and dropped herself down again. "Oh god, yes!" she sighed. "Frank, you fill me up better than I've ever felt before!" He tried to speak but she lifted herself up again, higher this time, and drove him in deep. All he could do was gasp. He looked up and saw her large firm breasts swaying as she drove herself down on him. She was biting her lip so sexily. He reached up and undid the buttons on her blouse and pushed it back over her shoulders. Her satin bra underneath was very soft and pretty but he wanted to see her breasts. She reached back and undid the clasp letting the bra fall forward. Frank sucked in a breath as he looked at the most perfect tits he'd ever seen. He reverently reached up and placed his hands on her heavy tits, feeling the stiff nipples press into his palms. Elyse gasped when he touched her sensitive nipples and moaned when he gently squeezed and tugged on them. She began to move faster on his cock and he lost his ability to concentrate for a bit. "Frank... Frank... yes, yes, so... good!" Elyse moaned as she began to bounce on his hips. "Elyse! Oh my god!" was all he managed to gasp as she increased her speed and force once more. He held her heavy but soft tits in his hands and kneaded the flesh as she began to grind herself against him at the bottom of each stroke. Her mouth was open and her eyes had a faraway look in them as she drove herself harder and faster on his swelling cock. Unaware of anything beyond his hands on her tits and his cock filling her a drop of saliva dripped from her lower lip onto his chest. He was getting close and hoped Elyse was there as well. Her eyelids began to flutter. Suddenly her movements became almost violent in their intensity. "FRANK! I can't stop it! It's begun! CUMMING! I'M CUMMMMMIIINNNNGGG!" she wailed. Her roughness and her body's squeezing his cock so tightly was too much for him and he felt himself surging hard into the condom. It went on and on. Elyse's strength faded and she rested her body atop his, panting and gasping as her heart raced in her chest. Ever so slowly Frank pulled Elyse up his body to slip his shrinking cock free from her. She sighed and relaxed completely when he was free. He slid her back down so he could look directly into her eyes. He took her face in his hands and tenderly kissed her amazing mouth. She moaned and kissed him back. When he pulled back from the kiss Elyse was smiling blissfully at him and his mind took a little vacation as it did with her. "You are so incredibly lovely! How did a schmo like me ever end up with someone amazing like you?" he said incredulously. "Just lucky I guess!" she teased and he grinned at her then he saw her wince slightly as she adjusted her position. "Did I hurt you?" he asked in concern. "You did nothing to hurt me. My impatience is the guilty party here. It was wonderful but I should have eased into taking something so large inside of me." She shivered. "Oh god that was so sexy! But I'm aching now," she lamented. "Well we can wait a few minutes before we try again," he said reasonably. Her eyes widened in worry and he began to chuckle. "I'm kidding!" She scowled playfully and swatted his shoulder. "So mean!" That just made him laugh harder as she looked so cute. She slid off of his body and tucked herself in against his side. Frank sighed with happiness. Elyse was smiling too. "Mmm, I could so get used to this." Frank's mind was racing a million miles per minute and his mouth began moving before his brain had a chance to put on the brakes. "You know, there are a few things I want to do with this place that will make it temporarily unlivable such as redoing the kitchen and bathrooms." "You can stay with me at my place while that's happening!" she offered. "I'm going to need your help a great deal with this project. I have no idea how to decorate a house. I hope you can help me make it a great home." "Oh Frank I would LOVE to help you with that! I was dreaming of how I'd do it when I planned on buying it." He kissed her forehead as she sounded so excited. "When we're done the house will be as much a reflection of you as me. Wouldn't it make sense for you to live in it too? We could renovate yours and put it on the market so you wouldn't have to carry the mortgage anymore." Frank was holding his breath as his brain finally caught up to his reckless mouth. Elyse pushed herself up on her elbow to look him in the eye in surprise. He tried not to appear too desperate but he was sure his love for her was written all over his face and he couldn't hide it. "Oh my god Frank... are you asking me... to move in with you?" she gasped. He winced. "I'm sorry! I pushed too hard. It's too soon isn't it! I'm sorry, I'm so out of practice with loving someone." He immediately froze when he let that slip. Elyse's eyes widened even more. "You... love me?" Frank clamped his traitorous mouth closed but he couldn't stop himself from nodding. He was lost in her beautiful green eyes. "I- I love you too," she said quietly and dipped her face down to kiss him. Her lips were so gentle and sweet against his, Frank's breath caught in his throat. He caressed her mouth with his and she gasped as she nibbled her way across his lips. When the kiss ended Frank was having some trouble seeing her through his tears. The joy of finding love again, so soon after his divorce, overwhelmed him. That she was tearing up as well made his happiness so much more profound. Elyse rested her cheek against Frank's chest and he heard her sigh with happiness. He echoed her. Frank couldn't believe his luck. After suffering through the worst year of his life, to find such amazing love on the other side was almost too good to be true. But there she was resting against his chest, lovelier than any mortal was ever meant to be. She had to be a gift from the gods and he wondered what made him deserving of this. He'd just have to work at proving himself worthy of her, for as long as they were together. Chapter 18 Elyse was on cloud nine! He loved her! She knew in her heart what she felt for him was love and he felt the same way about her! When she'd pulled back from their kiss she'd seen tears of joy in Frank's eyes. Her heart swelled with her love for him and she'd realized her own eyes were tearing as well. She wondered if this was finally her reward for getting it right. Two failed marriages to men who were physically attractive and strong on the surface but ultimately had no inner strength. Frank was strength right to his core. He was good to the center of his being and she wanted to be with him more than anything. That he wanted to be with her as well made her feel... drunk with hope and love. Elyse imagined them working together on their new home and a wonderful feeling of completeness rushed through her. Well, almost complete. She wondered if he still had the receipt for all those condoms. There was something else she wanted to build with him. And they would.
Hotel Liaison	18,143	4.6	2,170,896	[ "hardcore", "mature" ]	A little more expensive that the cheaper motels, Dave always preferred the Holiday Inn and was happy to pay for it. It was worth it to him to have free use of a gym; he was under no illusions about his need to shed a few lbs. A session in the gym was always followed by a quick swim to cool down. On this occasion his only companion was a lovely brunette sharing the pool. At heart Dave was still the same dirty little schoolboy he'd always been. He took a very deep breath and dived under as she was on her return length. He had a fine view of her large breasts filling a pretty, blue swimsuit and, with the cool water, her nipples were very clearly defined. Also visible was the unmistakable outline of an indentation where the lycra was stretched over her pussy. Then there were her beautiful, smooth thighs. Dave loved all kinds of tits but never compromised on legs! He couldn't hold his breath any longer, and she must have seen his sub-aquatic ogling. He left the pool to retire to the sauna; to cool off! Only a couple of minutes later the pretty stranger joined him. Dave could see her coming through the glass door and failed completely to look nonchalant as she entered the hot room. She sat on the bench furthest from the door and, unfortunately, also from him. She sat up and spread one leg along the length of the bench, bending to touch the toes on her outstretched limb as if doing some flexibility exercise. This parted her legs just enough to give Dave a glimpse of her cameltoe; a view he loved. She flexed a couple of times and sat upright before hitting him in the face with a small housebrick. "Do you mind if I roll down my top?" Without even waiting for the answer she pulled down the top half of her swimming costume to let her large breasts fall free from their constraints. "It gets so hot in here it's uncomfortable. Would you be so kind as to tell me if anyone else comes along so I can cover up please?" "Er well, I mean, yes er of course." Dave hadn't recovered from his concussion yet. She lay back on the bench and Dave couldn't tear his eyes from her large breasts as they lay against her chest with one nipple pointing, almost accusingly, at him. They stayed like that for ten minutes when Dave noticed a family enter the pool area; the young daughter made straight for the sauna. "You'd better get decent, someone's coming." He did think briefly about not telling her but decided against it. "Thank you." She pulled the garment up over her beautiful breasts with no little difficulty; and left! Dave got up to leave and then quickly sat down again. It wasn't that he wanted to stay with the youngster, that wasn't his thing at all. No, he sat down again because his shorts did nothing at all to hide his huge hard on. He was far too hot to stay for much longer but really couldn't move from the awkward position he was now forced to sit in. The girl waited as her mother joined her. Dave was dying and stuck. There was nothing else for it, he had to make a break for it. The girl was looking at the thermometer but the mother didn't miss his arousal and smiled at him in a way that made it perfectly clear she was aware of his embarrassment. Dave raced into the changing rooms. He soon lost his erection when he realised he had no idea where the woman was; possibly not even staying at the hotel as the health club was a separate business with outside clients. Showered, refreshed, horny and frustrated all at once he retired to the hotel lounge for a beer and a quick catch up on the internet. He emptied his pockets onto the table next to his half-finished beer and settled down to read his emails, waiting for the one from Davina McCall asking him to test drive ribbed condoms on her. Surprisingly there was no such email in his in-box. Still a little bruised a second brick hit his sore face - she walked past him in the lobby. He stared at her again not unlike a kids face at a sweetshop window. At least he didn't let his jaw drop this time and he managed to avoid drooling like the geriatric who always occupies the corner chair in cheap pubs. She was wearing a short skirt that provided a fine view of her lovely thighs and heels just long enough to force her calves into an alluring shape but not so long as to make walking difficult. Her blouse was a pleasing shade of green, just tight fitting enough and low cut enough to show a tempting amount of cleavage, but not so as to look cheap. She winked at him and smiled. "She winked at me, she did, I'm sure she did, she winked at me." Dave screamed in his mind. He watched her stroll on past him. She gave her curvy arse a sexy little wiggle. "Christ! She wiggled her arse at me, I'm certain she did." His thoughts deafened him. But with that she disappeared out of the hotel door. Dave quickly gathered his things and made off at a pace that did nothing to hide the fact he was obviously following her. Upon reaching the door it was clear she'd gone; he scanned the car park for 10 minutes to no avail. He cursed and muttered under his breath, "The fuckin' cock teaser!". His dick had spent the whole evening swapping from ragingly hard to lettuce limp and now his balls were fit to burst. Only one thing for it, back to his room to watch some porn on his laptop and relieve his sexual tensions. Armed only with his right hand, the silver screen and some Kleenex he brought up one of his favourite movies. Nicely underway with a cock that could bang in nails, there was a knock on his door. "What the fuck now for Christs sake?" He struggled to pull some running shorts on and opened the door. It was, of course, her. "You, here? I mean why, er or how?" Dave had always struggled at school with getting words the right way round for a question. "Your room key was on the table. I'm Linda." She announced herself as one would for something no more exciting than a doctors appointment. Dave just held the door open wider, unable to form speech any longer. Linda strolled in with no undue haste accidentally brushing he back of her hand against the head of his huge cock which was bulging in his flimsy shorts. She was beautiful, cool, confident in her appearance without a hint of vanity; and clearly loving every minute of it. Dave closed the door behind her, still dumbstruck. "Shall I start with Alan, Andrew, Anthony and just keep going till I strike lucky?" She had sarcasm down to a fine art. For a moment it flew over Daves head. "Er what, pardon? Oh, oh yeah, er Dave." He almost managed to get a verb in; his power of speech was coming back. "Pleased to meet you Dave. Nice tits!" Another throwaway comment that caught him off guard. The busty model in his movie was bouncing up and down riding her co-star's cock. The intervention of his sceensaver saved more than just his screen. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting company." he'd just about managed to get himself together. "That's OK." She giggled a little, "She's quite fit!" This was a first sign of genuine warmth and she broke into a smile that accompanied it. It lit up her pretty face and Dave began to feel more at ease with her. "I didn't think I'd see you after you left?" indeed he didn't. "I just went round the corner, I wanted to see if you really were interested in me." He tone was softer and more friendly now. She sat on the corner of the bed. "How could anyone not be, especially after your little display in the sauna?" he too was more relaxed now, looking for the coffee sachets these places always had, except today! "Oh sorry about that. I like to be a bit of a tease, you didn't mind did you?" "No, not at all, it was lovely if a bit embarrassing." There was something beginning to start up between them. "Some men play all interested but, if you're not some size 0 supermodel they just fuck you off; or they think you're out for a free meal." For the first time there was a hint of insecurity in her voice. "I can assure you, my interest is very genuine. I'd offer you a drink but..." he didn't finish the sentence. "I know, that's why I've lead you on a little. I don't just tease." She patted he bed next to her and Dave took up the offer. Linda placed a hand on the top of his thigh. Despite it's proximity to his groin it wasn't a sexual gesture, more one of warmth. She placed the other on his hairy chest an leant over slightly. He responded with a gentle kiss on her lips which lingered and slowly grew more passionate. He placed his hand across her tummy to her waist and they kissed a while longer, deep passionate kisses as lovers would; not necessarily strangers who'd only just met. She broke off the oral embrace to stand in front of him. Without taking her eyes off him she stood on one leg and lifted the other behind her, just far enough to reach round and remove the shoe. Rock steady she repeated the exercise with the other. It was clear to Dave that this was the start of a lovely show. Never moving her eyes from him and still with that disarming smile, she started to unzip the back of her skirt. The zipper stuck! She lost her balance a little and giggled. Far from spoiling the atmosphere, this unexpected interruption to her striptease added to it. The ambiance between them was friendly and sex in real life isn't like some choreographed movie, things don't always go to plan, zippers do get stuck! "Please, allow me." Ever the gentleman Dave volunteered to assist in the removal of her clothes. There was a little more giggling; she wasn't quite as expert at this as she'd seemed at first. He fancied all the more for it. Her skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. He returned to sit on the bed, still fully erect and immensely turned on by her presence. She was wearing stockings held up by lacy black suspenders but, to Dave's surprise, no knickers. "I don't always do everything by the book, you would have been expecting them, so I took them off. I like to be a bit different." He stared at her bare pussy. He'd only ever seen pictures of shaven girls before and had certainly never kissed or licked a hairless slit. For a few moments he was transfixed by it, her pussy looked beautiful to him. She lifted off her green top to reveal her wonderful breasts again but this time in a pretty black bra that matched her suspenders. She had a flawless, rounded tummy that formed a waist made for an arm to rest around. Dave wanted to plant lingering kisses all over her. The calm persona had dropped now and she smiled in response to his attention. He much preferred this; cool is very professional and even sexy but this was far warmer and more friendly. He joined her in being a little embarrassed at his uncontrollable erection; they were like two teenagers trying it all for the first time. She unclasped her bra and her heavy breasts fell free again. This time she was standing and they formed a beautifully natural shape as they hung against the white skin of her torso. This was getting a bit too much for our hero who just had to give his rigid cock a little rub through the thin material. She was finished, the stockings were staying on. Dave stood up and made as if to remove his sole item of clothing but Linda intervened. She placed a hand on his and moved it away from his waistband. She knelt in front of him and he looked down on her pretty face. She pulled down his shorts but his cock was caught by them. It snapped free, bouncing back up to make a slapping noise against his fat belly. This brought another smile from both of them, soon stopped when she gently took hold of it and traced a finger tip about the head, moistened by drops of clear pre-cum. He took in a very sharp breath at the exquisiteness of her soft touch. She looked very closely at his cock as she peeled back his foreskin to reveal the glistening head. Dave closed his eyes and focussed hard on not cumming far too soon. Very slowly, and without any fraction more force than was necessary, she pushed his foreskin back and forth a few times almost as if she wanted to see how it worked. Of course, what she was really doing was collecting clear pre-cum from the slit in it's head which she gathered on her finger and licked off. The effect of touching the tip of his cock with her fingertip was not lost on her and she sucked it, not only to taste his seminal juices but also to wet it before tracing it all over his helmet and the ridge at the base of it. This alone was ecstasy before she'd stared to run her tongue along the underside of his length. She took her hand from his cock to run it over his large, hairy, round stomach. In any other situation this would have tickled beyond compare, but now it greatly added to his sexual enjoyment. Still tickling his cock head with her fingers she licked down his shaft, only this time, she kept going on to his hairy ball sac. They tightened noticeably and was immediately accompanied by a loud moan. Daves balls were the most sensitive part of his body and she had the lightest of touches with her tongue over them. She covered every part of his ball bag with the tip of her tongue still performing her finger massage on his cock and stroking his abdomen. This was all getting too much. "You've gotta stop Linda. Fuck I'm close, I'm so close." She did; she lifted her head from his balls and took her hand from his cock... so she could put it into her mouth instead. Now there would be no mercy for him. Her left hand switched to gently scratching the underside of his balls with her fingernails, her right hand moved to wanking it's shaft; and her tongue and lips played havoc with his head and cock slit. Her upwards pulls would sometimes trap her tongue under his foreskin which she'd push back with her lips to free it again. "Fuck Linda, no, no, I can't, it's far to soon. No ohhh shit!" He started to flood her mouth with seemingly endless streams of thick, white spunk. Her teasing had wound him up all day and his balls were bursting and now they erupted forth their contents. Even though she loved the taste of semen she simply couldn't swallow it all fast enough and some fell down his shaft and onto his ball bag. She kept sucking until long after his final spurt. The muscles in his thighs stood out, well defined and hard as iron as his whole body tensed throughout his orgasm. She licked up the errant jizz from his balls and shaft which made him flinch again in their heightened, sensitive state. Then she took his softening, smaller cock back into her mouth and really started to massage it with her tongue. Dave started to go into raptures again; his cock and balls were always at their most sensitive just after he'd come. Clearly she'd seen this before. He couldn't take it any longer and pushed her face away a little too forcefully. "Oh God I'm so sorry, I'd never usually touch a lady.." She interrupted him, laughing. "It's fine, really. I love it when I can make a guy lose all control. You should do every now and again, it's good for you." With that she lay right back on the bed and spread her arms out, as if being crucified. This was a clear message to him : come on lover boy, match that! Dave sat astride her, his floppy cock lying on her tummy. He bent over and started to kiss her on the mouth again as they had before. And, as before, it started off very tenderly before increasing in passion and depth with their tongues exploring each others mouths. All the time Linda kept her eyes closed hiding their lovely, blue colour. He moved his oral attentions to her neck, planting soft kisses deliberately designed to tease, but never mark, her lovely skin. One hand found a breast and began to tweak the nipple gently. However, here was a part of the body where she seemed to like a firmer hand. Indeed, the more roughly he massaged and kneaded her large tits, the more she appeared to like it. He took a nipple into his mouth and gripped it firmly in his teeth, but without biting. She sighed, loudly. He shuffled down a little so he could comfortable use both hands on her lovely tits. He was really squeezing them quite hard, all the time watching for his pretty lovers reactions. She did like this treatment, really quite rough but never so as to bruise or leave marks. His cock was beginning to rise again and he moved back up to clamp her tits around it's growing thickness. This was selfish, after all it was supposed to be her turn for pleasure now but she did appear to enjoy some rough treatment of her beautiful breasts and this was a continuation of that. With her eyes still closed throughout, Linda took a hand in things and squeezed her own tits together round his stiffening cock. Dave reached over the bed for the shoulder strap from his bag. He pulled his cock out of it's lovely, warm den and moved her hands away. He couldn't believe how much she was moaning and sighing and he hadn't been anywhere near her pussy yet. It was time for him to get back to using his tongue again. Linda was a curvy girl with a lovely, round tummy and flawless, white skin. He stoked her sides with both hands and began to plant more kisses all over her stomach. He teased her belly button with his tongue, swirling it round in the small depression. Linda's moans turned in to giggles for a moment, this was obviously ticklish. Despite interrupting the nonstop stream of her sexual pleasure, she did like it. Dave returned to licked her tummy, slowly descending towards her uninhibited pussy. Here was a lady who clearly paid great attention to her most prized possession; the pubic hair having been removed with great care. His face drifted further down and he bypassed this mecca for his tongue, and continued onto her legs. Linda had fantastic thighs and wasn't shy about giving men a view of them when the opportunity provided itself. They were full, firm and smooth, free of scars or blemishes. They were also very sensitive when kissed on their inner surface. Having traced his tongue down the inside of one he made the return journey by kissing up he inside of the other. She was wet, very wet and her juices smelled lovely to him. He'd teased and caressed her body so much now, he couldn't keep his tongue from her pussy any longer. He paused for a moment to enjoy the close up vision of her pretty slit. The pleasure process continued with him running his tongue up and down its length without pressing hard enough to open her outer lips. He was just tasting some of her pussy juice to begin with; no-one was in any hurry here. He put a couple of fingers form each hand on her outer lips and gently parted them to reveal the full wetness of her insides and, more importantly, her clit. Determined to leave her lovely pleasure button until the last he licked the inner surfaces for her pussy lips. She was so wet he was almost drinking in her juices; and she tasted very nice indeed. Dave made sure he covered every part of her pussy lips with his exploring tongue before moving to her clit. Linda was, quite frankly, making one hell of a racket; the people in the adjacent rooms simply had to know what they were up to; and he couldn't care less, "Let the jealous bastards listen through the wall." He'd won the prize, this beauty was with him and no-one else. He tongued her clit for a few minutes to ensure it was thoroughly soaked in his spit. He sat back and took her hand, positioning it to hold her own pussy wide open. He then started to rub his fingers across her clit, pressing it against her public bone. He speeded up and slowed down in time with her breathing. As she started to breath far more deeply, maybe getting close to orgasm, he took the middle two fingers of his other hand and slowly pushed them deep into her pussy, feeling for her pubis. She began to lose control now, both his finger-fucking of her and this clitoral stimulation were certainly bringing her to orgasm. "Oh fuck it Dave, don't stop, don't stop I'm coming. Shove you fingers right up my cunt, get 'em in deep." Normally this kind of language from a lady would have shocked him, but it was his turn to take it as a sign she was losing control. Now was the time to push her over the edge completely. He stopped rubbing her clit and put his face down. Still with two fingers deep inside her he ran his tongue over her swollen clitoris pressing it as hard as he could. He circled his tongue all round her love bud, each time he pressed it one way it would spring into another position and he'd chase it again without mercy. Linda wasn't going to take her hand away from holding her entrance wide open for him but, with her other, she held the back of his head hard to her snatch. She had no intention of letting him go! "Lick my cunt, God you gorgeous bastard, tongue-fuck my wet cunt, oh fuck, fuck, fuck!!" She was screaming at him now. In any other place this language would be a complete turn off but Dave was hornier than ever and he wasn't going to let this lovely lady down. He kept on at her with fingers and tongue, almost getting cramp in both. She pushed him away, breathless. "Oh Christ I'm so sorry, what the hell must you think?" For the first time she opened her eyes to look at her inpromtu lover. Dave smiled, lovingly at her and looked her in the eyes, "I think I've just given a very pretty woman a good orgasm; and I feel great." "A good orgasm? You can't know much about girls, that was fantastic and I've been climaxing for ages, one ran into another, into another. I thought I would faint." With that she rolled onto her front and then all-fours, presenting her curvy arse to him. Dave's cock had been fully hard again for some time and it was obvious what she wanted him to do with it. He kneeled behind her and traced his cock down, along the crack between her cheeks, pausing to tease her rear hole. He pressed its head against this tighter entrance a little more firmly, as if to attempt penetration before moving on to the true object of his lust. At his cock pressed her outer pussy lips he rolled his foreskin forwards to cover the head, knowing full well how nice it would feel when he pushed it, slowly into her from behind and the tight muscles in her pussy forced it back again revealing the sensitive end inside her warm box. That's exactly what he did, and that's exactly what it felt like. Again Linda sighed audibly and started to rub her own, abused clit again. Every now and again her fingernails would just catch the shaft of his thick cock, making him gasp a little with the added sensation. For his part Dave took the opportunity to massage and grope her lovely, smooth arse. He kept his strokes slow and long, each time withdrawing enough for his cock to almost fall out, before driving it back into her. He loved the view of her heavy tits, no longer bound by the strap and swinging free in time with his thrusts. These were beautiful breasts, not ridiculous, silicone filled balloons of some vanity-driven celebrity bimbo. He suddenly felt the urge to lean over her and place some more kisses on her back, she was pleasantly surprised by this attention to a remote, usually unreachable and neglected part of her body, and she liked it very much. She pulled herself from him to change their position and, thus, the nature of her vaginal/clitoral stimulation from his big cock. She pushed him onto his back and took charge of the situation (and his manhood!). Using one hand to steady herself on his chest, she gripped his shaft with the other and guided it into her wet pussy as she lowered herself onto his pole. Once in position she pulled her arms away and put them behind her head as she began to bounce up and down on his erection. Her large tits bounced freely around her chest and, much as it was a view Dave loved, he found his eyes drawn to the sight of his cock gliding in and out of her trimmed pussy. Each time his shaft was exposed it glistened with a fresh coating of her pussy juice. She reached around her back and sought out his balls. Her hands were going to give them another, thorough going over; she intended to leave them sore, empty and not about to forget her in a hurry! She squeezed them playfully and Dave winced, noticably. "I don't believe they're really empty." Her statement had an element of threat attached to it. "You emptied them!" This typified the playful exchanges they were having, menace and fun in equal measure. "They feel like there's more in there, and I WILL extract it!" She dug her nails in a little, just enough for Dave to cry out softly. "Oh yes, there more in there alright!" She leant forwards and they kissed like a pair of lovestruck teenagers while he continued to fill her. Her breasts hung down onto his chest, her nipples excited him; the feel of his thick chest hair against the delicate white skin of her tits excited her equally. Dave was getting close again. Linda sat up and skilfully spun round without ever extracting his meaty cock from her womanly folds. Again he was treated to a view of his cock disappearing into that beautiful, white arse. She'd moved for a reason, his balls were now totally at her mercy and she was going to be ruthless with them. While she bounced up and down on his cock, effectively using her pussy muscles to wank it, she traced her fingers over the hairs on his ball sac. This was teasing beyond tolerance, he lay back and relaxed. This time there'd be no attempt to hold back at all. She could hear and feel the rhythm of his breathing and toyed with the orbs under her control accordingly. They tightened again and she knew Dave was close. Once more she squeezed them, hard! This time he poured out the choice language. "Oh fuck I'm spunking inside you, filling you, oh God yeah, harder!" She gave his poor balls quite a mauling until the spunk stopped once more. She lifted herself from his cock and shuffled her pussy over his face; Dave happily lapped up his own spunk and her juices from their warm confines. He didn't miss the opportunity to have another go at her tasty clit either. Linda gazed down at his large, soft floppy cock, coated in a mixture of her pussy juice and the remnants of his spunk. She bent over and took it in her mouth; this was when it was nicest to suck for her. It was still hot and big, but had a nicer, more spongey feel. And, of course, it tasted lovely. They rolled over and re-aligned themselves on the bed, side by side. They were both thoroughly exhausted. They been at it non-stop for over two hours; her clit was as sore as his balls, which were now well and truly empty. She leant over and whispered his ear "Now, if we'd done that straight away, you wouldn't have lasted half as long!"
Frank and His Little Secret	178,302	4.57	600,889	[ "small penis", "penis pump", "mother and son", "masturbating", "mother/son" ]	The first day of Summer... I remember that day very clearly. It was the day after I had graduated from high school, and I could not have been any happier to not have to go to that hell-hole any more. I had never been crazy about the school to begin with, and the week I had to endure between my Senior Prom and the last day of school was sheer torture. Everybody was laughing at me during those last few days, or at least that was the way it seemed to me. I felt like everybody either knew what happened or was being told the story when I saw them grouped together. The embarrassment was a result of what happened at the Prom, or should I say after the Prom. I had managed to secure a date at the last minute, and even though I didn't really like the girl much, at least it was a date. The Prom itself wasn't bad, and as I waited for Lisa, my chubby date who had acne and wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer either, to get out of the bathroom, one of my classmates stopped on his way out the door to wish me luck. "She puts out, Cocktail," Rick Peters informed me while his date rolled her eyes in disgust. "Split her in two, big guy." Cocktail is a nickname that I was blessed with when high school started, and I'll explain that in a bit. So I leave with Lisa, and we go to the place where a lot of people go to make out. Since this was just about my first date, I only knew about it from hearing others talk. Lisa apparently knew, because she was climbing in the back seat even before the car had stopped. My heart my racing as I joined her, happy that I had thought to buy condoms because it was looking good for me. We necked up a storm, and in a few minutes I'm squeezing Lisa's tit like a bike horn. Only one other boob had been in my hand up till then, and while it wasn't a great tit, kinda small for a big girl, I was in heaven. It was then that I felt Lisa's hand groping my crotch, and then pulling down my zipper. This was a moment I had waited 18 years for, and I was filled with a combination of excitement and dread when Lisa's pudgy hand reached into my briefs and grabbed my erection. We were kissing at the time, with our tongues dueling, so Lisa couldn't laugh right then and there. She snorted though, and when I opened my eyes hers were open. "Sorry," my date said, and then she started giggling and apologizing. My cock deflated in her hand, and after a minute of her pulling to try to get it back to life, I told her to forget it. I took her home, and she said she had a good time. I did too, I lied, and after she went inside her house I drove down the street until I was crying so hard I couldn't see and had to pull over. I suspect Lisa must have called everybody she knew by the end of the weekend. Maybe she didn't, and it was only my paranoia was just working overtime, but I doubt it. My nickname - given to me by wise guys after seeing me in the showers back before I stopped taking gym - was Cocktail. As in Cocktail Frank. Get it? I have a small dick, and while I guess I knew that already, seeing all the other guys with their cocks swinging around reinforced my suspicions. For whatever reason, they made you take a shower after gym, even though it was only a 45 minute class. After you deduct the time it took to dress and undress that didn't leave time to even break a sweat, but shower you must. The frigging gym teacher even stood there checking names off when you went in. After that year I managed to get a doctor to write me an excuse to get me out of gym glass, so I didn't have to endure the humiliation of being seen naked with all my shortcomings exposed. I'm 6' tall and weigh 170 pounds, and I wear size 13 shoes. So much for that theory about big feet indicating a big cock. Cocktail frank is a bit of an exaggeration, but not by much. My dick is about the size of a hot dog. Barely more than four inches long when erect, which seems to be most of the time, and if thickness really is what counts, I lose there too. So I graduated from high school and now as summer began I was looking forward to college, where at least I would have a fresh start as Frank Ballard, instead of Cocktail Frank, and you aren't required to let the world see you naked three times a week. I was celebrating the start of my summer vacation in my bedroom, still wearing my pajamas even though it was almost noon. My pajama bottoms were around my ankles and I was peeking out through the blinds at the object of my desire, who was out in the backyard doing some gardening. I was so close that when the woman stood up and wiped her brow with the back of her hand I could see the faint peach fuzz under her arm, and then when she knelt back down I could see most of her tits as she leaned forward and that action made the top of the scoop neck blouse drop down. Her boobs aren't very big and they droop a little bit too, probably because she just turned 50 recently, but I think she's hot anyway. Her hair is medium brown with some grey sneaking in recently. She's been divorced for over 5 years and she never dates. I would know if she did, because I know Barbara Ballard very well. She's my mom. So there I was looking down my mother blouse to see as much of her 34A's as I could, waiting for just the right moment to cum when she got up and went over to the picnic table to get something. While she was out of sight, I slowed down the motion of my thumb and index finger because I was ready to cum, and decided when she came back to her roses I was going to pop my load. "Come on Mom," I muttered to myself while leaning against the wall, because I was dripping like a faucet, and it was then that I happened to glance over to the doorway. "Shit!" I said as I tried to pull my pajamas up and cover myself in the process. It's just the two of us at home since my asshole father left us, so with Mom out in the yard I hadn't bothered to close the door. Besides, the floorboards creak so much you can even hear Mack the cat walking, so how she managed to make it down the hall without me knowing escapes me. Guess I was too wrapped up in the act of jacking off to notice her approach. What was worse was that she didn't just walk past the room, she was standing there, frozen in place, and she saw what I was doing. I know she saw my dick, and while at least she didn't laugh like Lisa had, the look on her face spoke volumes. \\\* "Oh. Sorry," Mom said as I belatedly tried to cover up and turn away at the same time. That was not a good idea, because if there was anyway to possibly make this nightmare worse, I managed it. My grab at attempting to yank up the pajama bottoms bunched at my ankles failed, partly because my vision was blurred from the sweat that had been pouring down my face, and suddenly I was lurching forward. Maybe I could have caught my fall if I had let go of my dick, but by the time I thought about it my forehead was already making solid contact with the side of my dresser. I suppose it could have been worse if I knocked my teeth out instead, but at that moment I wished that the fall had killed me instead of knocking me for a loop and raising a sizable lump above my left eye. The next thing I remember was Mom kneeling next to me on the floor, pressing a cold cloth to the golf ball-sized lump that was going to be a week-long reminder of my humiliating first day of summer. "Are you okay, Frank? my mother was asking. "What day is it?" "Ma," I whined. "I'm alright." "Just sit there and relax for a minute," Mom said as she kept pressing the cloth on my head and keeping the back of my head against the side of the dresser where I had landed. I did what I was told, and in a few seconds when my vision cleared and looked at Mom, whose eyes were elsewhere. I started to make a grab to cover what Mom was looking at, but what was the point? "It's like a penis, only smaller," I quipped, and Mom blushed when I caught her staring at my now deflated dick. Maybe it was nostalgic for her, because without a little hair above it, my dick probably didn't look all that much different than it did 18 years ago when she used to powder and diaper that area. "Boys," Mom said, shaking her eyes and finally taking her eyes away from my peanut. "You boys always make so much of that sort of thing." I winced when she spoke, because while she was trying to be nice, it was what she didn't say that I caught. She didn't say, "Frank, you're crazy. It isn't small," because even though I would have known it was bullshit, it was better than her admission that I was hung like a horse. A sea horse. "Right," I said while struggling to my feet and letting Mom help me sit down on the bed. "You know, one day you're going to laugh about this," Mom suggested. "Wanna bet?" "Maybe we should go to the Emergency Room," Mom said. "You might have a concussion." I proceeded to rattle off every fact that I could think of about me; the time of day I was born, the various address and phone numbers we had growing up, and I guess that convinced her that at least mentally, I was sound. "Okay then," Mom said. "You just relax the rest of the day then." Mom started to leave the room but stopped and looked at the window where she had caught me whacking away. "Marci?" "What?" "Marci Fraser," Mom said, gesturing out the window towards next door. "I was just curious. But didn't she..." "She got married last month and moved out," I said of our next door neighbor, a red-headed girl with a big ass. "Then who?" Mom started to ask, glancing out the window, and then it struck her. She was asking who the inspiration was for me becoming a wild-eyed pervert jerking off like a chimp, and I guess all of a sudden she figured it out. "Oh Frank! You were looking at me? You think I'm hot? Oh honey, let's fuck!" would be the kind of thing that only a fiction writer could come up with. My Mom's reaction was nothing like that. Instead she turned and looked at me, made a little gasp and then put her hand up to her collarbone. "Yell if you need anything," she said as she scurried out the door, probably to spray herself with disinfectant and say the rosary a few thousand times while trying to figure out what Oprah would do. "Sorry," I said as she left, and that seemed to fit just about everything that had happened. \\\* "Frank honey? Are you okay?" I had been sitting in front of the computer in my room, and I must have been daydreaming because the screen was blank. "Fine Mom." "I've been thinking," Mom said, and when she said that I cringed and braced myself for the worst. "Is that right, Mom?" "Yes honey. About your little - uh - problem," Mom said nervously, and I managed to get in a moan before she continued. "I've looked on the Internet and there seems to be a number of things that you can do to help make - help increase..." "Make my cock bigger?" I said bluntly. "First of all, it's bullshit. All of it. There is no magic pill or device to increase the size of a penis." "But how can they sell all of this?" "The same way they sell things to make boobs bigger," I explained. "Thieves." "Oh. I remember those," Mom said. "As a matter-of-fact when I was in high school I sent for a bottle of cream that was supposed to increase your bust, and that obviously didn't work." The thought of my Mom rubbing cream on her little titties excited me a great deal, but I explained that boobs aren't like a penis, because while guys like boobs of all sizes, size counts when it comes to the cock. "Well I never - I mean - I didn't have all that much experience with a lot of men, but that sort of thing didn't bother me. I suspect it matters a lot more to boys than it does girls." "Was Dad built like me?" I asked, and as Mom hemmed and hawed I repeated the question. "Well no, not really, but..." "Were any of the men you've been with have dicks as small as mine?" I asked, wondering how many cocks Mom had dealt with over the years. "I never went and measured them," Mom said, clearly flustered, but I was way more upset than she was. "Girls don't care..." "That answers my question," I replied, and when Mom started to protest I cut her off again. "Mom! The girl I took to the Prom laughed at me. She took my dick out and couldn't stop laughing!" I practically screamed. "Don't tell me that girls don't..." That was the end for me, because I lost it, and even though Mom had annoyed and infuriated me with what she was saying, I was glad to be able to fall into her arms and let out a lifetime of frustration. I drenched her shoulder with tears, and when I was all cried out she apologized. "I'm sorry for upsetting you. I didn't know about that girl - how dare she? She was no prize. She'll never find a guy half as nice as you are," Mom said. "I won't go on with this except to say that I know it matters to you, but it really isn't that important. Not as important as the things that really make a man a man." "Maybe," I mumbled. "Don't know why I am saying this, but I was with four guys before I met your father, and the boy who was the best in bed - best by far - wasn't built very much different than you," Mom said. "I swear." "Why did you break up with him?" "He broke up with me," Mom said, and then added something that made us both laugh. "Maybe my boobs weren't big enough." "He lost out then." "Right!" Mom said with a smile. "So I met your father, who was hung like a horse but couldn't keep the thing in his pants." That was a bit of an eye-opener, both the fact that my old man had a big one and the part about him screwing around on Mom. I was too young at the time to know the details of them splitting up, but since I rarely saw him, that absence didn't hurt as much anymore. "Fuck him." "Frank..." "Worthless piece of shit and sorry excuse for a father and a man," I spat out. "Good thing I rarely see him." "Well please don't mention any of this when you do get together," Mom said. "He is your father." "I won't, but he was an idiot to screw around on somebody as pretty and nice as you," I said, and that made Mom smile, and we hugged again before she left the room. As we embraced I wished that I was the old man, big dick or not, because the chances of me finding a woman like that were slim and none. ... A couple of weeks passed, and college was right around the corner. I tried to look at it as a chance to make new friends and lose old nicknames, but the fact was that I was thinking that I'd better do really well in school and get a great job, because then maybe I'd find a girl who wanted a nice house so bad she'd overlook a tiny pecker on her husband. One day, I got home and saw a box on my bed. I didn't remember ordering anything, and there was a handwritten note attached in my Mom's writing. Frank honey, Who knows? Nothing ventured? Love, Mom I opened the cardboard container, and after I dug the box out of the foam pellets I shook my head and had to laugh. The box had a picture of a guy that looked like a Neanderthal with a cock that hung down to his knees, and he was holding in his hand what he claimed to be the secret behind his enormous organ. The Humunga Tron 3000. My mother had bought me a penis pump. A big plastic tube with a rubber sleeve on the bottom, and a little hose with a bulb attached. The idea was that you put your dick inside the rubber sleeve and squeezed the bulb. This would increase the size of your dick, according to the manufacturer. Correct to a point. The suction would help you get hard, and might make you a little bit bigger for a time, but that was it. Once the vacuum seal was broken, you were back to being you, whatever that was. If you did it long enough it would probably make you cum, or so I had heard, but it wasn't going to change anything. I put it back in the box and put it away, because I had no plans on using it, although I supposed that I might give it a try some night if I was bored, but that was it. It was fun to watch Mom waiting for me to run up to her and tell about how great it worked. The suspense was killing her that night at dinner, and she was even more spastic the next day, figuring that I had to have used it late last night after dinner. I said nothing, and went to my room to study on the computer. The object of my study were some trailers for the Lesbian Seductions movies, and I was intensely watching a woman my mother's age trying to take a girl's anal temperature with her tongue when I saw Mom standing in the doorway. "Honey, did you see the box I left on your bed yesterday?" she asked, as if I could have missed it. "A box?" I said, minimizing the lesbians on my screen while I pretended to be thinking. "Oh yes! The box." "Well?" Mom said, well aware that I was screwing around with her but remaining as calm as she could. "Well what?" "How did it work?" "Didn't use it." "Frank," Mom whined. "Look Mom, I love you so much, but you wasted your money. Those things don't work. trust me." "Did you see the man on the box?" Mom said. "He was either born that way or it was a photo-shopped picture," I said, explaining that what she had spent her money on it was a vacuum device, and while it might make you hard and even make you orgasm, it had no effect in the long run. "And trust me, I know," I ended. "If they actually worked, I would have bought a few of them and would be tripping on my dick about now." "Still, it would have been nice if you just tried it at least once. You never know, Frank," Mom said, trying to give me a pep talk. "It might actually work." "You want to find out if it works?" I said, having been prepared for this. "You try it." "Me? How can I try it?" "You put it on me, and we'll see if it works." "That's crazy Frank," Mom scoffed. "That's something that's private." "Well, I'm not going to put the thing on," I assured her. "Not now, not ever." Mom left the doorway, and I resumed looking at some older lesbian devouring the pussy of a girl about my age, hoping to have heard the last of this, although the banter had been fun. "Frank?" It was Mom in the doorway again, and when I looked up she said, "Alright. I'll help you do it." "Help me?" I said, stunned at what I was hearing. "I'll do it for you," Mom said. "I hate to just throw the money away when it actually might work. It could, you know? It seems to make sense, and there was a doctor on the ad that claimed it did wonders for him." "Mom, I love you so much, but really, it won't work." "Do you want me to do it or not, Frank?" I was being backed into a corner, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that Mom was just calling my bluff. She was trying to get me to say that if she left me alone I would use it just to shut her up, so I decided to call her bluff of my bluff. "Fine," I said, getting up and retrieving the box from the hiding place way in the back of my closet, because the thought of a friend stopping by and seeing that would have been the final straw. I put the box on the bed and peeled my t-shirt up over my head before undoing my belt, waiting for Mom to run back down the hall, but she stayed in place so I dropped my slacks down. After I bent down and took my slacks from around my ankles, when I straightened up I knew Mom would not be there in the doorway, but she was, and when she did start to move she only did so to close the bedroom door behind her and lock it. I stood there, fiddling with the elastic of my briefs, not believing that Mom was not only still there, but was going over to close the blinds. We lived alone, so this locking of the door and blocking the view from the window was silly, but there she was doing it and then waiting for me to drop my briefs, although she was looking over my shoulder and not down as I did. "Get on the bed, Frank," Mom said, and I covered myself as I did so because the Internet erection I had been sporting was long gone, and now in fright my dick was trying to crawl into my intestines. How embarrassing. After all, at least before when she saw me jerking off I had a hard on, so at least I resembled a man, but the peanut I was sporting now was nothing to be proud of, so my hand stayed cupped over my dick. "Seems easy enough," Mom said as she looked at the tube and the instructions, and along with noticing her hands were shaking I could detect the scent of alcohol. Mom must have gone out to the kitchen for a drink before coming back to my room, and my only thought was that I wished she had brought me back one too, because I needed one more than she did. "What's this? Oh! They even give you a tube of lubricant with it," Mom said, holding up a little thing that was smaller than a lip balm, but Mom seemed pleased that she got a free sample for the 100 bucks or whatever she had spent for the thing. We figured out the logistics of this operation, and decided that I would hold the tube over me, and after Mom put my dick in the sleeve she would pump the bulb and create the vacuum. I had been trying to think of something to make me hard, but I was so scared that nothing was working, not even the couple of tugs I had given myself while Mom was examining The Humunga Tron 3000, and now her oiled fingers were waiting for me to do my part by getting hard. Nothing. Not even the sight of Mom's greased fingers coming down and oiling my dick, something I thought would make me cum on contact, was not working. I looked down at myself, and it struck me that the shaving of the hair around my dick, which was something I had always done to make myself appear bigger just in case, only looked silly. "Lower it down, honey," Mom was saying, and she spent a couple of minutes trying to push my dick into that nozzle. It sure as hell wasn't because of the size of my dick, but it soon became clear that you at least had to get a little ways into the thing in order to get a vacuum to happen. "Relax honey. Don't get frustrated," Mom said, and I guessed my emotions were becoming obvious as Mom struggled to push my little jello-like dick into the hose. "If we just get you a little aroused..." "Take your blouse off," I whispered, and when Mom looked up at me in shock, I repeated it. "Please. take your blouse off. Your blouse and your bra. Let me look at you." "Frank, that's just too much," Mom said, having let go of my dick as she tried to tell me no. "That is crazy. I can't do..." "Mom, you just greased up my dick, and you're trying to stick it in a penis pump," I ranted. "I think we passed the crazy stage a while back." "But still - I mean - looking at me won't help anything," Mom babbled. "That wouldn't make any man aroused. Not at my age. I mean..." "That's how we got to here," I reminded her. "Remember? I was up here jerking off while waiting for you to get back in the chair so I could finish myself off while looking down your top." "Still..." "I've practically seen them already, in little peeks," I explained. "You wear a 34A bra, slightly padded. Your breasts are about the size of apples, and they sag a little. Your aureoles are really big and crimson, and you have have fat nipples too." Mom's face was crimson as I babbled on about her, detailing every intimate thing about her, from the brand of tampons that she used to the deodorant she wore and the razor she used to shave her legs and armpits, "On Friday mornings," I added. "Haven't gone to church in a couple of months," Mom mumbled, and then she was unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off her shoulders, giving me one last look before closing her eyes and reaching back and unhooking her bra. Watching those cups come off and seeing Mom's breasts ease down was more erotic than any website I had visited, and while they weren't big and far from firm, they were the most beautiful breasts in the world to me. "Mom," I said softly as she kept her eyes closed. "Look at me, Mom." It seemed at lot of effort for her to open her eyes, and when our eyes met and I told her with watery eyes that she was the most beautiful woman in the world, she started to tell me I was crazy, but then I nodded down toward what was pointed up toward the penis pump, and her face lit up as she quickly grabbed my dick and had me lower the tube down. "Whoa!" I said after Mom had inserted my dick into the sleeve and had started to pump the bulb of the suction device rapidly. "Does it hurt, honey?" "No - it feels way too good. Slower." It might have been a goofy product, but there was no denying that with the snug rubber sleeve around the stump of my dick and the suction pulling on the rest of it, the result was making it very pleasurable indeed. "Honey - Frank look!" Mom was saying while looking at my dick through the plastic in a manner that reminded me of the way I used to gaze at the toy store windows at Christmastime. "Look at your penis. Look how big it's getting! It does work!" It was probably the result of looking through the plastic tube my dick was in - who knows - maybe they use some sort of magnifying plastic, and maybe it was because I was pushing down hard on the tube to make sure the vacuum stayed snug, but I had to admit that my erection had never looked bigger than it did just then. Maybe it was also the fact that Mom seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was, because she would start pumping faster every few seconds despite me asking her to slow down. She didn't even seem to notice when I reached down and cupped her hanging titty as she bent over me, not saying anything when I squeezed the pliant orb and felt her nipple stiffen in my palm. "Mom - slower - stop!" I was babbling as I felt my orgasm rise up inside of me for about the tenth time since my dick got put that Humunga Tron 3000, but she was slow to react, and then I was cumming. Cumming was an understatement, because while had probably jerked off 10,000 times in my life, or so it seemed, I had never experienced anything like this. It felt as if the device was sucking me dry, and my entire body was going through spasms, causing me to jerk upright at one point while my cum sprayed into the container like a machine gun. "Enough - stop," I heard myself saying while my legs kept twitching uncontrollably, and I had to grab Mom's wrist that was holding the bulb because she kept staring with her eyes bugging out - squeezing that rubber bulb crazily until I knocked it loose from the connection. "Sorry, Honey," Mom was saying as she came out of the trance she was in. "Are you okay?" I nodded as my dick deflated and fell out of the sleeve, and then I felt Mom take the tube off me and stare at the copious amount of semen inside the foot-long vessel, hanging from the inside in ropes. "Oh my," Mom said as she looked at the product of our effort before nodding down at what felt like more cum that had drooled back down on me as the device had come off. "Let me get something to clean you up with." I watched Mom leave and then return with a warm wash cloth, and I savored the sight of her little hangers swaying in front of her as she walked, because this was a once in a lifetime experience to be sure. I thought Mom was going to hand me the cloth, but she knelt next to me and began gently cleaning around my flaccid dick, moving the damp cotton down around my balls. "You certainly have a big scrotum," Mom commented as she washed my ball sac. "Your testicles seem quite large." "Balls Mom, " I said as she went clinical on me again. "They're my balls, and they only look big because of the size of my dick." "Regardless, you seemed to like that machine," Mom said, and I thought she was serious with that understatement before she chuckled. "Wish they had something like this for girls." So soothing, and as Mom held up my dick to clean it she kept saying that she swore it looked bigger now than before. "Not that it matters honey," Mom reminded me. "I know, size doesn't matter," I said with a hint of sarcasm. "But when you were pumping that thing, and they way you were looking at my dick in the tube, it made me feel like a real man." "You were a real man before any of this started," Mom said, brushing off my attempt to stifle her while continuing to clean me. "You're a good student, a handsome guy, and you've got impeccable manners. You know how many times people tell me how lucky I am to have a son as polite and respectful as you?" "You have a wonderful body too, no matter what you might think," Mom said as she brought her free hand to my chest. "You're even getting hair on your chest now too." As Mom's hand toyed with the five little hairs around my nipple, I felt something stirring, and a little bit later Mom noticed that the washcloth she was holding was getting hard. "Oh dear," Mom said as she looked down at me dick which was almost erect as it fell back into my pubes. "I didn't mean that. How did you do that? You just - you know?" "I didn't do that, you did," I said. "I told you how much I'm attracted to you." "What should I do?" "Put it back on, Mom." "Honey, it's all full of your seed." "I'll clean it later," I said. "Here." Mom held my semi upright and gave it a little lube before I slid the tube back down. She was getting the hang of it, establishing a nice rhythm as I swelled up. I loved the way she looked at my cock, and her nipples were hard and the aureoles seemed even puffier than before. Was Mom getting excited like I was? Was she getting wet? I wanted to know but settled for reaching down and cupping her dangling boob and kneading the pliant flesh, and this time I know she was aware of my hand. "Look at your penis," Mom said, peeking through the dried semen at my cock, which had gotten redder even if it wasn't really bigger, although she continued to insist it was. "It's a dick, Mom," I said with a smile as I questioned her use of the word penis. "This isn't health class." "Okay, your dick is getting bigger because of this," Mom said, and then said, "How about we call it your cock? Sounds more manly than dick." "Fine," I said while watching Mom squeeze the bulb. "It says you aren't supposed to use this for an extended time," Mom said. "Getting tired?" "NO! Uh - I mean no," Mom said, and we both laughed at her initial reaction. "Forgive me. Must be early menopause kicking in, or insanity. Maybe I should get out more." "You should find yourself a nice guy," I said. "No reason for you to be alone. You're so hot looking." "Flatterer," Mom said, and she giggled when she felt my hand, which had slid from her breast to grip her upper arm and when she noticed my fingers sliding through the moist peach fuzz under her arm she squirmed and blushed while saying, "Friday's a couple days away. I think maybe I should shave more often. You father used to make me shave everyday." "Mom," I gasped while squeezing her arm. "You want me to stop, honey?" "No - go faster." "Are you going to have another orgasm? So fast?" Mom got her answer, and although it was nothing like the Old Faithful eruption that my first effort had produced, Mom seemed to enjoy me spurting a few jets of cum before I withered away again. "Amazing," Mom said as she cleaned up around my cock after it fell out. "It would take your father 8 hours to recover - sorry - don't listen to me. Except for the part about it getting bigger. It is." It might have been swollen from all the suction, but I didn't mind her saying anything about me like that, because when else would I ever be hearing it? "Think you're going to have to take a shower, Frank," Mom said. "This semen of yours is everywhere." "I will," I said as I sat upright. "And thank you for the most wonderful night of my life." "Let's just pretend this didn't happen," Mom said as she put her bra back on, but I would have none of that. "That could never be," I said. "Me forgetting what just happened I mean. You touched me and held me and didn't laugh." "But I think that if you use that every night, I'll bet you'll be surprised at the results," Mom concluded. "I'm not going to use it," I said. "If it's going to be used, it will get used the way it was tonight." "You don't expect me to come in here every night?" Mom asked. "I'm just saying that I will never put my dick - cock I mean - in that thing." "Whatever you decide," Mom said, giving me a kiss on the cheek before leaving my room. I looked down at my spent dick, and as I thought back to the last hour it didn't seem possible. My mother doing what she did? And they way she looked while she was doing it? Could she have gotten horny? Has she been horny for a long time, and so frustrated that she was losing control? No. This was my mother, and mothers who suddenly becoming raving nymphomaniacs wanting to screw their sons only appear in porn movies, and they aren't weary middle aged women with sagging breasts, but are silicone filled ex-strippers trying to make a living in porn after their prime. The thing was, my Mom was sexier than they were. She was real, and right down the hall. I turned off the light and tried to go to sleep, but I was too wound up so I figured I would watch some porn trailers on the computer, whack off maybe, and then sleep would come. Since I had to pee, I made a pit stop to the can, and after I went I stopped outside of mother's bedroom. The light was not on, but she had the TV on. The sound was low, but from some of the sounds I could have sworn it was a porn movie. Since we didn't have anything more than basic cable, there was no way it could be anything other than one of those steamy Lifetime Network movies that women like, so after eavesdropping for a minute I went to my room. I managed to squeeze one out while looking at an clip from some website that showed a bunch of older women with young guys. They weren't speaking English, which took something away from it, but I found a woman who had boobs that sagged a little like my Mom's and got off, although it wasn't as good as with Mom. Sleep finally came after that. ... The next day Mom went shopping so I was alone, and because I had nothing to do I decided to snoop around my mother's bedroom. I know it wasn't nice to do, but I was just curious. Mom used to keep a journal, and maybe she had written something in it about last night. I found the diary in the back of her desk, but instead of reading about how she couldn't keep her hands off her son and wanted to fuck him, I saw that it hadn't been written in since I was in boy scouts. So much for that. I made sure that I left everything as it was, and was on my way out the door when something caught my eye. It was a little red light on a shelf tucked under the TV, and when I looked closer I saw that it was a video player which had been left on. A VHS player no less! Poor Mom. The old man didn't leave her anything but a dinosaur of the 20th century. I hated him more than ever. The player was pushed back on the shelf it was on, and it was dusty, but there was an empty cardboard sleeve on top. I took a look at it, and was more than a little stunned. It was a porn movie. Mom HAD been watching a dirty movie last night. She must have gotten so horny over our little session that she needed more. She might have gotten herself off while watching it. I never heard of the people that were in it, and the thing was probably 30 years old at least. The title was "TABOO". I slipped the case back where it was and left Mom's room and went to my computer to do some research. It turns out that Taboo was a pretty famous movie from back in 1980, but what really got my attention was the synopsis. It turns out that this woman gets rejected by her husband, and after dating and getting disappointed she gets the hots for her son. Her son! Through the wonders of technology I was watching the movie within seconds on the computer, and as it began I couldn't get over the similarities. A woman, middle aged and alone with her only son, gets attracted to him. Perfect, and the best part was that MY MOTHER HAD BEEN WATCHING THE THING! As I learned in the course of the watching the film, while we had similar circumstances, the people in the movie looked nothing like us. The mother, played by a women named Kay Parker who could pass for the kid's mother age-wise, was attractive but unlike my Mom this Kay Parker had gigantic breasts. Real honest-to-goodness breasts that jiggled naturally instead of the 21st century saline versions of big tits, and she had a nice triangle of pubic hair too. She was hot, but nothing like my mother. The guy that played her son, well, let's just say that if Mom had been watching and imagining this scene playing out in real life, she would have found it tough to picture my face on that guy's body, because his cock was huge. Maybe she was watching and wishing that guy was me. There aren't enough Humunga Tron 3000's in the world for that to happen. This watching the same movie as her, even without her by my side, was something that really turned me on. How I wished that Mom would look at me like this Kay Parker did her son, staring at his big cock and turning to jelly. The thought was almost enough to make me want to break out that toy and spend the rest of my summer seeing if it might eventually work. I eventually ended up doing what I seem to do best, and made sure I had good old Taboo within easy access for future reference, noting that there seemed to be about a couple dozen sequels as well. At dinner that night, Mom was in full Mom mode, trying way too hard to act as if last night had never happened. She even made a point of mentioning that she stopped by church to have a talk with the priest, "To sort things out in my head," she threw in before suggesting that it had been a while since I had attended. "Pass," I said, because I had no such notion, especially since the priest before him had been sent away for diddling some altar boys. Not me of course, proving that absolutely no one was interested in me, even predators. I went to my room and played around on the computer, waiting for Mom to stop by to give the old Humunga Tron 3000 another shot, but when she came by, she was empty handed. "Think I'll turn in early," Mom said, standing in the doorway in her bathrobe. "Oh," I answered dejectedly. "I was hoping you were coming in so we could..." "No," Mom said firmly. "Last night - I don't know what I was thinking. I'm so ashamed. Of all the bad things I've done in my life, that was the worst, and I pray that someday you'll forgive me." "Mom, nobody in the world had done fewer bad things than you. You're like Mary Poppins!" "No, that's not right." "And you have nothing to apologize for," I said. "You care about me and you love me. I wish you loved me the way I do you." "I do, Frank," Mom insisted. "Nobody could ever love anybody more than I love you." Not like I do, I thought. I wish you did but you don't. "Do you want to watch a movie or something?" I suggested, and Mom seemed to cheer up a bit "Is there anything good on?" Mom said, preparing to go out and turn on the TV in the living room and pop some popcorn or something - anything to get away from my bedroom. "Here," I said, motioning for her to come over to join me behind the computer, and I dragged a chair over to she could sit beside me. "I don't know how you watch things on this little screen," Mom mentioned, but she sat beside me nonetheless. "It's a 20" screen Mom. Only 7" inches smaller than the one in the living room," I noted. "Do you get new movies on the computer, like that Netflix or whatever it is?" Mom said. "That Hunger Games movie sounded interesting." "No, this is way more interesting than that," I said, pulling Mom closer to me so she could see it when the screen fired up. "This is an old movie I found on the Internet." I don't know what Mom was expecting, but when the main titles of the movie popped up, Mom almost did too, and I watched with amusement as she looked around frantically, under the computer table and everywhere else, probably looking for the VHS player or something. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing." "Something is wrong," I said, enjoying Mom fidgeting as she tried to figure out what was happening. "This is - it's your father's movie," Mom said in a choked-up voice. "Huh? I got this on the web," I said honestly. "Have you seen this before?" "It's okay if you have," I continued. "It's only a movie." "Pornography," Mom mumbled, and when I asked her what she said she answered a bit louder, "This is pornography." "We're both 18," I reminded Mom. "So you've seen this?" Mom said nothing but nodded, and when I asked her if it was any good, because I hadn't seen it all, she only said that she didn't remember it being all that good. "And I'm tired anyway," she said, but when she started to get up I put my hand on her knee. "Then I'll get to the good part," I said, and I skipped right to the part where the mother was staring at her son naked. "I wish you looked at me like that," I said. "Frank..." "I heard you listening to this movie last night when you went to bed," I said, and while I was hoping that Mom was going to throw herself on me and drag me to bed, that didn't happen. Instead she just stood there staring at the screen while tears rolled down her face. "Mom..." "You don't know," Mom sobbed. "I'm so lonely. I miss your father. He was an asshole but I miss being held by a man. Even when he would come home with lipstick on his boxer shorts, at least I had somebody to hold." "I can do that." "Last night, I shouldn't have done that. I gave you the wrong idea with that pump thing. I put thoughts in your head. Mothers don't have sex with their boys, except in dirty movies." "The thoughts were there long before last night, Mom, and yes mothers do," I said. "They don't broadcast it, but they do, and even if they don't, I think a whole lot have the thought cross their minds, but I don't want to have sex with you. I want to make love to you." "Oh, Frank..." "You watched that movie and you wished that was us." "No," Mom said, clutching her robe together. "You want it to happen, but you're afraid to be the one to make the move, so I will. That's why you went to church today, because you felt guilty about what was going through your head." "I can't, honey." "We can," I insisted. "I know I don't know how to do it, but I'll try so hard you won't believe it." "Please," Mom begged. "Why, because I've got a little dick? If I was that guy in the movie..." "STOP IT!" Mom screamed. "That doesn't matter. You have no idea what matters. What REALLY matters!" "I'm sorry," I said, having destroyed what little chance I had of actually making this work, and I put my arm around her shoulder and held her tight. "I didn't mean to upset you." "It's alright, Frank" Mom sniffed. "I still do, you know," I said softly. "I want to make love to you. I want to do it tonight. In an hour I'm going to come to your bedroom and we are going to make love." "We can't. I'm your mother, and I swear that I really wish I wasn't right now, because you're a beautiful boy that I somehow wish existed back before I met your father. But you are my son." "Fine. If you don't want to make love with me, I'm not going to force myself on you." "Thank you." "Just lock the door," I replied, and when Mom looked at me quizzically I continued. "I'm going to come to your door in an hour. If the door is locked I will never mention it again. I'll sit in this room and jerk off into that machine for the rest of the summer. Rest of my fucking life probably." "Ten o'clock Mom," I said while pointing at my clock which showed it was just before 9. Mom shook her head, and still clutching the robe tightly she went to the door, pausing a second before leaving. "Please don't come to the door honey," Mom whispered, and then she was gone. ... It was very touching, the way Mom had said that, but I was going to her room regardless. The hour went by so slowly I thought the hands of the clock were broken at one point. I started to watch the rest of the TABOO movie but the way dick was drooling I was afraid I would end up popping a load in my pajamas if I so much as breathed on myself, so instead I sat and waited. I had heard Mom out in the hall, in the bathroom and then out to the kitchen before I heard her bedroom door close. Was that noise the click of the lock? I didn't know, but when that clock hand finally got to 10 I went out to the hall. From the bottom of the door I saw that the room was dark, except for the night light by the door. My hand was shaking as I touched the cool brass, and as I turned it to the left I held my breath and prayed. Nothing. The knob did not move. I leaned my forehead against the door, ready to call out to Mom and ask her to reconsider, and then I tuned the knob to the right. It hadn't been locked at all. Mom was standing beside her bed, and as the light from the hall filled the room briefly I saw she was naked. Now bathed in the soft light, Mom realized how well I could see and brought her hands up to shield herself. She looked so tiny and scared, with her arm crossed over her breasts and a hand down between her legs, hiding her sex but not the wide triangle of brown hair that filled the delta. I closed the door behind me, and that action had Mom slowly lowering her hands to her sides. My eyes had no problems seeing all of her in the dim glow of the night light, and seeing her naked for the first time was anything but a disappointment. I didn't care that her tummy was a bit soft, or that her breasts drooped and her butt was a little big. She was beautiful in my eyes, and after I undid the snap of my pajamas and stepped out of them, I walked over to her. "I can't believe I'm doing this," Mom whispered and I came up to her, poking her in the stomach with my stiff dick as I opened my arms to hug her, and as I felt her arms go around me she said softly, "Please don't ever hate me for this." "Hate you?" I asked, shaking my head as I bent down and kissed her. I saw her eyes open wide when she felt my lips against hers like they had never been before, but after that initial shock her eyes closed and she began kissing me back, our tongues dueling as we clawed at each other's back sides before falling onto the bed. This was it, and I was not in control. Mom was. She wasted no time, perhaps afraid that if she thought about it she would change her mind, and as I fell onto her Mom's hand was grabbing my dick and guiding me into her pussy. "Omigod," Mom gasped as my stiff dick slid into her, and as felt the warmness envelop me I was surprised at how snug a fit it was. "Yes!" I started humping her, trying to close my ears to my mother's moaning and clawing at me while she wrapped her legs around my ass and urged me to fuck her harder. Her words, not mine. "Fuck!" Mom was screaming, the entrance of my cock into her pussy having somehow tripped a switch inside of her. "Fuck me babe. Fuck me hard! That's it. Harder!" I did my best, straining with all my might to keep from cumming as my greatest fantasy was happening, and I think I might have lasted longer if I hadn't felt my mother's pussy crush my cock as she came, her vice-like opening squeezing me while she had an orgasm that I helped create. I lost it as Mom arched her neck off of the bed while every vein and tendon strained in her upper torso as her eyes rolled back, my cum filling the very womb I had come out of 18 years ago, and I was still spurting when Mom fell back into the bedding, letting out little sighs as my dick twitched inside of her. "Oh honey, that was so good," Mom gasped as we embraced. "You're a wonderful lover." I didn't know about that. Two minutes, according to the digital clock at bedside, and probably a little less than that, but they were the best two minutes of my life up until then, and judging by the way Mom had reacted, they were good for her too. She had actually felt me inside of her. Going over onto my side, I faced the the most wonderful woman on the planet as she looked up to the ceiling while trying to catch her breath. Her breasts were flattened with her lying like that, chest heaving, and as I rubbed her plump nipple my eyes strayed to Mom's armpit, exposed with her hands back behind her head. The crater was smooth, and when I slid my thumb through the moist hollow I reminded her that it wasn't Friday yet, which got her to giggle. She had shaved for my sake, I assumed, but it didn't matter one way or the other to me, because all I wanted was her, after I had her all I wanted now was more. Apparently, I wasn't alone in wanting more because after a few minutes Mom was rolling me onto my back and telling me not to look. That was a sure way to get me to do just that. Her hair blocked the view for a minute, but I pulled it back behind her ear just in time to see her mouth inhale my limp and sticky peanut. Slowly she lifted her head, stretching my dick upward as far as it went before burying her face back into my pubes. Up and down she went, and once our eyes met when she happened to look up at me. I mouthed the words "I love you" when I sensed her shame at what she was being seen doing to her son, but my cock was getting stiffer as she kept sucking. She used her hand to stroke my near-erection while dipping down to suck on my nuts, taking each orb separately into her mouth and giving them a loving bath before licking her way up the underside of my cock. I was now hard, and Mom once again wasted no time. She climbed on top of me, straddling my crotch while running my boner along her wet opening before dipping me inside of her. The sight of Mom, sweaty and stressed above me with her hair messy and her face flushed, was an unusual sight but incredibly erotic, and when she started to move up and down I couldn't look for fear of cumming. The way her banana boobs flopped around in front of her was so sexy that I nearly lost it, and only after I regained control was I able to open my eyes again. Grabbing her plaint boobs, I kneaded the soft flesh, her engorged nipples hard in my palms, and the rougher I mauled her tits, the better she liked it. "That's it, honey," Mom said. "I like them treated rough. Pull on my teats. That's it." I did everything I could to please her, even grabbing her nipples and pulling her breasts straight out, stretching the loose tubes as far out as I could, and her only response to to moan and encourage me to be rougher still. "Honey - your cock," Mom was grunting as sweat rolled down her sides and off her forehead, her salty language sending shivers all over my body. "Your cock feels so big in my tight cunt - so big - so good - gonna - gonna cum again!" Like I was watching a horror film, my eyes took in the sight of my mother acting like a marionette on top of me, her arms jerking around crazily while her pussy convulsed around my dick and she cursed like a drunken sailor. "Cum honey!" Mom shrieked, reaching back behind herself and grabbing my balls, and as she twisted and pulled my nuts they emptied inside of her before Mom finally collapsed on top of me. "Mom - what's wrong?" I asked as she sobbed uncontrollably into my neck, and after I held her she finally was able to look up at me. "So good - that was so good honey," Mom sniffed. "Forgive me but that was so good, it turned me into an animal! I forgot how good sex could be." Mom couldn't lie very well, and whenever she had tried to tell me even a little white lie I had always been able to tell. She wasn't lying now, and probably even wasn't when she told me how big I felt inside of her long neglected body. I didn't care if she had been exaggerating, and although it had excited me when she said it, I was beginning to think she was right. It didn't matter, at least not when you were with someone you loved. We didn't get to sleep until the sun was coming up, and by then I had discovered that what I may lack in size I made up for in staying power. The times when I wasn't actually hard, I was on the verge of getting there, and we had tried every position we could think of. Some weren't possible for the obvious reason, and some worked better than others, but Mom was patient and nearly as insatiable as I was, right up until when dawn was breaking. "I'm too sore, Frankie," Mom said when my face had come up from between her legs after lapping her cum-filled pussy and ready to dive back in with my boner. "Really. Here. Let's try something else." In a couple minutes we were both laughing at the results of Mom's idea, which was doomed from the start, although the sight of me straddling her waist while she tried to squeeze her tits around my dick was funny. "Let's try it this way," Mom said, and then I was on my back and Mom was bending over me, hugging herself while her spongy tits cradled my crimson dick, my hot flesh cool in the damp cleavage she had managed to create by contorting as she had. "Oh man, that feels nice," I sighed as my erection slid in between her tits. "It even looks like I have breasts when I bend over like this," Mom said, and then apologized after I had given here a look to remind her that we had promised we were never going to put ourselves down again. "I love your tits, Mom," I gasped. "This feels so good." "How's this then?" Mom asked, and managed to lick the tip of my cock when it managed to peek out from the fleshy cavern. "Oh man!" I groaned. "That feels - it feels..." "Gonna cum again honey?" Mom asked, lifting her head up briefly before bending back down and licking as her body moved up and down. "Cum for me honey. Cum on my face." My whole body tingled as my orgasm ran through me, and although Mom's hair hanging down blocked my view briefly, when I pulled her hair back I saw the last spurt land next to her nose along with the other ropes of semen that had been deposited there seconds earlier. "I think I need a shower," Mom said with a laugh as my semen rolled down her face. "WE need one," I said, and we took one together. Even in the bright light of the bathroom Mom's aging body looked great to me. The damage that had been done, the reddened back and raw looking knees, I soaped up gingerly, and she did the same to my equally tender areas. "This fellow looks sore," Mom said as her soapy hand caressed my limp dick. "I can't believe a man could - you know - so many times." "I was saving it up for a while," I reminded her as I savored the feel of Mom's hand on my cock. "Don't stop. That feels so good." "You can't actually be getting it up again?" Mom giggled as he felt my dick start to swell under her touch. "Don't think so, but please don't stop. I love you so much." "I love you too honey," Mom said, and in a minute or so she watched as I made the face that I had made several times earlier that night. I wasn't close to being hard, but when Mom felt my dick spasm in my palm she knew I was cumming. I doubt whether I ejaculated much, if anything. Regardless, it felt good just the same and the shower spray washed whatever had come out off of my mother's thigh. "Just in time. We're running out of hot water," Mom said, and after we felt the temperature change we rinsed off fast and dried each other off. Back in Mom's bedroom, we looked at the mess we had made. Sheets stained all over the place, with sweat, bodily fluids, and even some traces of blood from my raw knees made it look like a crime scene. I helped Mom change the sheets, and after we were done I wondered whether I should go to my own bed, but Mom made it clear where she wanted me. "Just keep your hands to yourself," Mom chuckled after I spooned in behind her, and although I couldn't do that, the hand that was cupping her breast was gentle and loving as we fell asleep. The next morning, or should I say later that morning, Mom had gotten up before me and had breakfast waiting for me even though it was nearly noon. I had been worried that things would be different between us, but they weren't, at least not in a way that anyone would notice. Later that night, after I had gotten home from my part-time job, we ate dinner and watched a movie together before Mom announced she was turning in. I killed the set and walked down the hall with her, ready to play around with the computer until I got tired, but when we reached her doorway she stopped and gave me a subtle look with her eyes toward her room. "You don't have to, you know," Mom said. "I love the feel of cuddling up with a man again though." Mom didn't even get the sentence out before I had ducked inside with her, and although we started to get ourselves undressed, before long we were tearing each other's clothes off, and my cock was already hard by the time my underwear came down. "What am I going to do with you?" Mon asked as her fist seized my erection. "Anything you want to," I told her as she pulled me into bed with her. "I'm up for anything." "So I notice," Mom said before her mouth covered mine and our tongues dueled. "So I notice." \\\* thank you for reading
Matt's Story Ch. 02	13,938	4.53	2,174,577	[ "threesome", "cheating", "incest", "taboo", "threeway", "group", "group sex" ]	[Note: this is chapter 2 in a series, obviously. It's a bit of a slow burn compared to the first chapter. It should get a bit spicier next chapter if you have the patience.] \\\\\* "What have you been doing all week?" Dr. Émilie Martin asked. 'Two girls at once' is probably not the optimal answer, thought Matt, though not inaccurate. It had been a long week, though an enjoyable one, but apparently not long enough to give him time to work on research. It was rather difficult to find any time to think whatsoever with his girlfriend, Mei Lin, having decided that they were now living together, and thus also living together with her girlfriend Nessa. He couldn't really complain. Aside from a little aching in his balls every now and again, and possibly a bit of dehydration, it was working out really great. Mei Lin's usually more than healthy libido had seemed only to get stronger with the constant presence of another lover in the house, and the living arrangements were in general pretty good, but it had not been much of a boon to his academic progress, and he doubted that his advisor, now staring at him with a look of displeasure, would be as happy about the new arrangements as he was. Not least of all because she'd probably be annoyed that there was yet another girl now using her favorite fuck toy. Yeah, two girls at once might be company, but three was a (not wholly unpleasant) crowd, he thought. Fortunately for his aching balls, his lack of progress seemed to have killed whatever desire she had for him at the moment. "Sorry, I just had some life stuff come up," came out of his mouth, followed almost involuntarily by "and teaching..." Always a believable excuse, he thought, as long as only used sparingly. He hadn't blamed teaching for anything recently, right? "Ah," she replied, "perhaps the undergraduates are making it difficult for you." Her tone was as cryptic as her expression. "Regardless," she sighed, "by next week, then?" Matt found himself outside her office, missing the bit of memory where they had said goodbye. Perhaps, he thought, perhaps, indeed. Regardless, he needed caffeine at the moment. Lack of sleep, another side effect of two particular undergrads. He wandered to the coffee shop, trying and failing to get his brain started on math again. He found Carmen at her usual spot behind the counter, serving the handful of bleary-eyed undergrads. "How's it going?" he greeted her. "You look like shit. Should I make it an extra large, black today?" she smiled. There was that latina charm. "Extra large and black, you know just how I take it," he replied. "I've seen you take it a lot of ways, but I think black would be new. Extra large, though..." she had to wait a second for his sleep-deprived brain to catch up to the innuendo. "...unless there's something about that Nessa girl you wanted to tell me?" "Oh, so much I'd like to tell you," he chuckled. "Mmm," she seemed pleased. "Show, don't tell, they say. Anyway, the usual?" "Sounds good," he answered. "The usual, or the showing?" she asked. He sighed, still behind her rather obvious innuendo by a step. "The usual, for now. But maybe I'll ask Nessa what she thinks." "You better," Carmen faux-chided him as she poured coffee in a large to-go cup. "So, how is that whole polycule thing going?" She slid the cup to him across the counter. "Polycule?" he asked. "Do I need this caffeine more than I thought, or am I just behind the times on terminology? I'm having a hard time keeping up with you darn kids." "I mean the Mei Lin-Nessa living situation. She mentioned something about it the other day, but I've just been left wondering since then." "Spend a lot of time wondering about my love life?" he teased. "Nah, just wanted to compare notes, see if you needed any help navigating the whole 'constant fuckfest' lifestyle." She just managed to slip that in before another customer came within earshot. "I'll let you know," he answered as he took the cup and gave way to what looked like a harried freshman girl who'd just come off a night of cramming. "After I meet the parents this weekend." "Good luck with that," she waved him goodbye and turned her focus to the freshman. He had started out towards the door, but opted at the last moment to instead take an open table and try to organize his thoughts. He wasn't sure who would be back at his apartment right now, but he didn't want to risk another bout of female desire eating up his entire morning, as much fun as it would be. He really did have to get onto that research. Maybe staying with Mei Lin's parents would actually work out. As much as he was looking forward to the "hi, I'm the older guy who's banging your sweet little daughter" conversation, he had to imagine that even Mei Lin wouldn't be too keen on waking her parents up with sex noises, so he concluded that maybe he'd have some time to think. He took a sip of his coffee and tried to turn his thoughts to something productive. And so of course Carmen sat down across from him. "You ok, dude?" she asked, drawing his attention away from homotopies once again. Poor, neglected homotopies... "Yeah, why? Is this a new level of customer service?" he asked. "You've been sitting here for, like, fifteen minutes just staring into space," she said. "I thought maybe something was wrong. Or did I just interrupt those deep math thoughts?" "Ah ha, no, I'm far more shallow than you give me credit for," he said. Fifteen minutes? He really did need sleep. "Uh huh, let me guess." She leaned back in her chair, somehow managing to look sexy despite the unflattering coffeeshop polo + apron combo. "Worried that daddy won't like you giving it to his daughter?" "Something to that effect, anyway," he replied. "Reasonable, though, right?" "Eh," she shrugged, "I think probably you're overthinking it. It's not like you have to tell her parents how much she likes it up the ass or anything. Besides, you're pretty good boyfriend material." "Oh, yeah?" he asked. Part of him was genuinely intrigued. "I think maybe you just like older guys, or guys with some kind of 'authority'. Parents probably don't appreciate TAs creeping on their daughters so much." "I don't know," she shrugged again. "Just my opinion, I guess. Maybe they won't find you as hot as I do." "You never know..." he said, finally feeling awake. "I guess it depends on how hot you find me." "Well, I sucked your cock, remember?" A girl at a neighboring table tried very hard not to notice that comment. He was just grateful that Carmen hadn't followed that up with "And also your friend's cock at the same time. And then later we had a bisexual orgy all night long. Remember that?" "I seem to recall something. Well, thanks for putting that in perspective for me," he said, taking another sip of life-giving coffee. "Anyway, I have to get back to work," she said, getting up from the seat. "Good luck with Ma and Pa." \\\* Carmen had been the shot in the arm he needed, apparently, or perhaps it was the coffee, because he was able to lock himself in his office for a couple hours and scribble out some computations. It had helped that his only company had been Luis, his office mate, who was always way more into his wave equations than conversation. Luis was not a bad guy, sort of an ideal office mate, actually, Matt had concluded as he sat back in his chair. Not a bad looking dude, either, he supposed, but he struggled to recall a single conversation with the guy that had lasted longer than three sentences. Still, he couldn't complain. He looked at the clock and realized his surprising progress should not have been that surprising at all, considering it had taken three more hours than he had originally thought. Shit, he realized, seeing the hour hand just shy of the four. Mei Lin is not going to be happy. He'd promised to meet her for a late lunch, but this was stretching the definition of that term beyond repair. Knock, knock. He got up to answer the door, which Luis had closed after himself on entering the office hours ago. Matt was more of an open door kind of guy, but this was not a thing he was going to bother with. He opened the door to find Mei Lin, her head slightly cocked to one side, an unreadable expression on her face. Anger? Was it Anger? He was going to guess anger. "I'm so sorry, honey, I was doing some computations and just totally lost track of time..." "It's fine," she said. Odd. "Actually I'm kind of just glad you're ok. Carmen said you were weird earlier." "Oh, she did, huh? So you at least got some coffee then? I'm sorry again about lunch, really." She pushed past him and into the office. Matt thought he caught a glance from Luis, but he could have just imagined that. "Nah," she said, casually flopping down into his chair. "After you didn't show up I ran into her. Actually we got some lunch and had some nice girl talk." Matt felt like he was being dissected by the laser beams from Luis's eyes as Mei Lin continued, apparently oblivious, but when he glanced over, it appeared to be just his imagination. Maybe lots of coffee + no food + no sleep is not a formula for the best mental state, he concluded. "Oh, yeah? What'd you talk about?" "Yeah," she replied. "Anyway, it's probably good that you didn't eat. I'm sure my dad's going to cook too much food, anyway, and he might like it if you eat a lot of it." He silently noted that she hadn't answered his question. "You are ready to go, right?" "Yeah," he replied. "But it's not like some big trip, anyway. It's just across town..." "Uh huh," she said, seeming to ignore his comment. "Are you done for today? Or like, done enough, anyway? I kind of wanted to get going early." "Uh, sure," he replied. Good, great, let's extend this visit a few hours. Not like it's going to be uncomfortable or anything... It didn't take long to get his notes packed up. "Have a nice weekend, Luis," he said on his way out. Luis just gave a nod and went back to whatever he was working on. \\\* Mei Lin had given Nessa her own copy of the key to Matt's place before they left. He'd almost felt like giving her a stern "no parties while we're gone," but opted not to. It wasn't as if the place would end up looking like more of a mess than it currently did, anyway. His extended transition from college kid to real adult was feeling a bit too long lately, but he pushed the thoughts away as he drove himself and Mei Lin to her house. She seemed genuinely excited for reasons he could not fathom, wiggling with nervous energy in the passenger seat and anxiously pointing out which turns to take far in advance. It wasn't like she hadn't seen her parents, he thought. She hadn't actually moved out of her parents house yet; she'd rather just been spending more and more nights at his place. He assumed she'd told them that, but he'd never actually asked. For all he knew, she could have said she was staying with Nessa or any of a million other things. Perhaps this was the type of thing they should be communicating about. But while she'd never been secretive about her family, she'd never spent too much time talking about them. He didn't blame her; it's not like he ever talked about his own family, and it seemed like one of those things that he should just trust her to run for herself. "This is it!" she practically squeaked. It was a nice house, larger than any he'd ever lived in, anyway, though not like some kind of mansion, per se. There was plenty of space between here and the neighbor's house, a well-kept lawn and some trees. He wondered idly where the property lines were, what the relationships with neighbors were like. He'd spent so long living in or around college campuses and their attendant college apartments, he could barely remember life in actual houses, completely closed away from other people in one's own little domain. No white picket fences in sight, though , he thought. Mei Lin practically bounded to the door, her thin fingers pulling him eagerly up the little path from the street. As they approached he wondered if he should ring the doorbell, but the problem ended up being solved for him, as before they even stepped onto the porch, the front door opened, revealing a woman. She was an attractive Asian woman, slightly taller than Mei Lin, but not by much. The way she leaned against the doorframe with one bare arm accented how curvaceous she was. Matt felt bad for automatically making the mental estimate, but from how her sleeveless top showed off her cleavage, he would have guessed a C cup. Her black skirt was tight and short enough to show plenty of attractive leg without being overtly scandalous. Except for the fact of being an Asian woman in his Asian girlfriend's house, he wouldn't have pegged her as Mei Lin's mother, so little was the resemblance, though they were both beautiful, on top of the fact that she barely seemed any older than her daughter. He'd never been good with telling the ages of Asians, though. "Hi baby!" she greeted Mei Lin warmly before turning to look into Matt's eyes, with a focused but inviting expression. "And you must be Matt! I'm so happy to meet you at last." "Nice to meet you, too," Matt managed, unsure whether a handshake was the correct protocol. Fortunately, the problem answered itself when she drew herself close to him for a hug. As she pressed her ample breasts against him, she began again. "Mei Lin has told us all about you, but we thought we'd never get to meet you." We, he thought. Where was the man of the house? He looked over the woman's shoulder into the house, but saw no male presence, just nice furnishings. "Only good things, I hope," Matt said. God, what a lame cliche, but that's what boyfriends are supposed to say, right? They don't have to love you, they just have to think you're not the worst. "Oh, very good things, of course," she answered, finally ending the warm embrace. "I've really been looking forward to having you this weekend." He thought he heard an emphasis in the sentence, but dismissed it as a trick his ears were playing on him. The woman spoke excellent English, but there was just a trace of an accent. "I'm Naomi, by the way," she said, leading them into the house, "but you can call me mom." "And dad is...?" Matt asked, making sure to close the door behind him. Naomi turned back around to face him. "Oh, I'm sure he's around here, somewhere. Probably in the basement playing with his toys or something. How about I see if I can find him while Mei Mei shows you to the guest room? Then we can start the tour once you're settled in." "Sounds good," he replied, noticing he'd been tightly gripping his bag subconsciously. It had all been standard small talk stuff so far, but something about this woman had let him relax, and he found his grip returning to normal. Mei Lin showed him up the stairs while her mother disappeared into another room. When they'd made their way down the carpeted hallway at the top of the stairs to a room barely large enough to hold the bed, which looked to be at biggest a twin size, Mei Lin turned around to face him. "Well, here's your bed." "So, I guess it's separate accommodations for the weekend, then?" Her mouth twisted up into something like a smile and she shrugged. "Do you think you can handle not having this hot little body next to you for a couple nights?" "I'm more worried that you can't handle not having this hot little body next to you for even one night." "Oh, I think I'll make do, somehow..." she teased, drawing close to him. She looked up into his eyes with a wicked look on her face, and he felt a gentle touch on the crotch of his pants. Her tongue made a seductive little movement across her lips. He had just started leaning in for a kiss when they were interrupted with an "ahem." Turning his head, he found Naomi standing in the doorway with a playful smile on her lips. "Is it comfortable enough for you?" she asked, feigning innocence. "It's great," he said, stepping away from Mei Lin and trying very hard not to blush. "So the tour is starting up, then?" "Any time you two are ready," she replied cheerfully. "Just follow me. This room you passed here is Mei Mei's," she indicated a door, ajar just enough that the unmistakable pink hues of a girl's bedroom could be seen. "My husband I are just down the hall, there," she continued, pointing vaguely while she turned her neck to face them, adding, "just in case anything happens." He wasn't sure, but it sounded vaguely like a warning. "There's a bathroom here," she said as she showed them the room in question, pushing open the door to reveal a full bathroom, with another door that looked to lead into the master bedroom, though it was closed. "Probably a good idea to knock first. I imagine there might be a bit of a morning rush for the shower." Matt gave a noncommittal sound of understanding as a response. What is the proper response to these things? he wondered. Mei Lin, only a slight smile on her face next to him, was of no real help. They continued down the stairs. "And here's the living room, which you've already seen." They passed a closed door and made their way into a kitchen, which in turn gave way to a dining room. "And here's where my husband is supposed to be cooking us dinner," Naomi said. "No luck in finding him?" Matt asked. I hope that sounded normal. "Right here." A voice startled him from behind. Apparently, he was the only one caught unaware, as he turned around to face Mei Lin's father. The man was around Matt's height, maybe slightly bigger around. He gave off a confident air in his plain t-shirt and jeans, his blondish-brownish hair showing no signs of the age Matt had guessed he must be to have a college-aged daughter. He was wiping something off his hands with a rag. "Hi daddy!" Mei Lin chirped, bounding to him with a hug. "Hi Mei Mei," he said, only a fraction of her happiness in his voice, though he hugged her fully. "And this is Mark?" he said, addressing his daughter rather than Matt himself. "It's Matt, daddy," she pretended to be annoyed. "Ah, right, right." Only then did he seem to acknowledge Matt's presence. Matt extended a hand, which the man shook after what was for Matt an agonizing moment of hesitation. "Really lovely house you have here," Matt found his own voice unpleasant. He hastily added a "sir," wishing almost immediately he hadn't. Her father gave a sort of "Unh," as a response before adding, "probably nicer than a grad apartment, anyway." Thankfully for Matt, Naomi stepped in where he had no idea what to say. "If you're done with your toys down there, do you think you could make dinner like you promised?" "I suppose I could," he said rather flatly. "A little difficult with all these people in my kitchen, though." Naomi turned to address Matt again. "My husband's name is Joel, by the way, not sir." She seemed genuinely annoyed at her husband's manner. "Or you can just call him daddy!" Mei Lin practically squeaked. Matt attempted to come up with a response, but it ended up just being a breath, which he hoped did not sound too much like frustration. "Liquor cabinet's in the other room," Joel said, punctuating his invitation (?) with a shooing motion of his hands. The three of them passed out of the kitchen and into some other rooms, Naomi dominating the conversation, indicating this and that, offering Matt various things, and reminding him more than once to make himself at home. Does that ever really work in these situations? Matt thought to himself. She was a lovely woman, not just physically, although that, as well, charming and warm. He found himself more interested in the swaying of her shapely hips as they moved from room to room than in the details of the construction of this place, which apparently Joel had had built himself. She was a bit vague about what he did for his money, which in and of itself was a little uncomfortable for Matt, if only because he'd need something to make conversation with later, but it seemed they were well-off enough and whatever it was Mei Lin's father did, it kept him around the house. Matt had been so lost in his thoughts, if you could call watching his girlfriend's mother's ass, trying to cope with what was probably excessive anxiety over meeting his girlfriend's father thoughts, that he barely notice they'd returned to the living room. He had absentmindedly taken a seat on a couch, evidently guided there by Mei Lin, while Naomi stood near the liquor cabinet. Naomi? Mom? That last one didn't go down comfortably, but something about the whole situation, or maybe just about the lady in question made him uneasy about the whole first-name-basis thing. "Anything to drink?" she offered. "Joel usually keeps this thing well-stocked." He thought he'd picked up a tone of annoyance in her observation about her husband. "Oh, anything's fine," he attempted to sound relaxed, but it came off as merely non-committal to his ears. "Vodka tonic it is, then," she said, beginning to pour drinks. "Mei Mei?" "Mmm...what's daddy making for dinner?" she asked. "I'm sure I have no idea," Naomi responded. "Trying to find the right pairing? You'll inevitably just want red wine, anyway..." Mei Lin pretended to sulk. "So, nice weather lately, huh?" Matt tried as Naomi brought served him and her daughter drinks. She gave a slight laugh. "Oh, dear, you don't have to try so hard with the meet-the-parents routine. As far as I'm concerned, my Mei Mei has impeccable taste in men." Somehow this line actually did help relax him. "Hopefully your husband feels the same way..." he let slip, wishing he hadn't in the next instant. She took a second to respond, leaning back into the large chair that seemed to envelop her small frame, then breathing in noticeably as she looked to the kitchen door. "Don't worry about him," she said, with a sort of closure to it. "Daddy's going to love you," Mei Lin said cheerily, adding "maybe as much as I do." Matt turned his attention to her to respond, but Naomi spoke first. "Yes, well, maybe keep that love PG while he's around though. He can be," she paused for just slightly too long, "protective of his girl, you know." Matt took a drink and tried not to dwell on the implications. "Anyway, it really is lovely to have you, Matt. So you're working on a doctorate?" He made some noises he hoped would come off as self-effacing. "When I get the chance to, yes." "Ah," she replied, "I know the feeling. I assume you're teaching, as well? Students can be quite a drain on your time, as I recall." "So, should I call you doctor mom?" Matt asked. Mei Lin had been vague about her parents' history. "Oh, no, just a masters," she answered quickly before changing the subject back to Matt, "but it must be so much harder for you. I'm sure my daughter wasn't the first undergraduate to show up to your office hours with little hearts in her eyes. I don't remember any of my teaching assistants being so handsome, but I'm sure I would have done the same thing in her place." "I, uh, thanks, but it's just been Mei Lin, here" he managed, not really knowing what to do. Naomi had crossed her legs and her innocent face seemed incongruous with her eyes, which felt like they were boring a hole through him. The silence felt interminable. "Just me, huh?" Mei Lin nudged him. "Poor you." Much to Matt's surprise, his savior came in the form of her father. "Dinner's ready." His flat voice came from the doorway to the kitchen, where he had appeared. "If anyone's hungry." "Starving," Naomi said. "Shall we?" They adjourned to the dining room for what turned out to be a steak dinner. Matt was pleased that they hadn't started the meal by saying grace. At least they're not religious weirdos, he thought. The meal seemed quite impressive. "I hope you like your steak rare," Joel offered as the began. "Yes, it's great," Joel said, unsure of how to respond. "Not much steak on a grad student stipend, anyway, I imagine," Joel added. Ouch. Although, yes. He laughed it off, "No, not a whole lot..." Joel seemed pleased enough with that response. Naomi, on the other hand, did not. She glared at her husband for a second before saying anything. "Definitely eat up, then. You'll need the calories for all those calculations." Her eyes had not left her husband, although he seemed to take no notice of that fact. "Don't fatten him up too much, mom," Mei Lin piped up. "I like his flat little tummy just how it is." Joel seemed to take notice at this comment, but said nothing. "I'll have to make sure he gets more exercise, I guess," she added after a second's pause. Not helping... Naomi jumped back into the fray, much to Matt's relief. "So, Mei Lin tells me you are working on some, what was it, higher category theory? I don't even know what that is." "Uh, yeah, it's kind of technical, but that's the general field, anyway." He really didn't want to get into a lecture. "Functors!" Mei Lin added, unhelpfully. Joel had just been nodding along, but then he spoke up again, "And you can compute with that?" "Uh," Matt began, but Naomi once again came to his rescue. "Honey, not everything is a computer program," she almost snapped at her husband before turning her focus to Matt again. "He's very much a computer guy. You'll have to ignore him." From there, Naomi thankfully dominated the conversation, which allowed Matt to mostly just answer when the occasional question came his way. Joel largely remained silent. Not ideal, but he hasn't pulled out a shotgun yet or anything, Matt conceded silently. When dinner had mercifully ended, Naomi asked them if they had any plans. Before he could say anything, Joel interrupted unexpectedly. "Oh, I don't know..." he began. "You are going to wash the dishes," she said pointedly to Joel. I was asking our daughter and her guest. "Probably just netflix and chill," Mei Lin answered. The implication did not go unnoticed, but it did go uncommented on, Matt noticed. "Well, the couch is all yours," Naomi said kindly. "We old people will be upstairs and out of your way." "Thanks," replied Matt. "Just don't stay up all night," Naomi added, somewhat cryptically. \\\* Matt wondered where exactly the boundary that marked "all night" was as the second movie they'd watched came to a close. He looked around the darkened room as best he could from his horizontal position on the couch, as much to stretch his neck as anything. Mei Lin, in front of him as the little spoon, had essentially trapped him against the back of the couch as she flipped through the candidates for a third movie. He generally didn't mind letting her choose movies, and was happy to zone out in front of the kind of terrible low-budget horror flicks she usually settled on. "Hmm, drama, no. Comedy, no, those are never so-bad-it's-good bad, always just bad-bad. Ooh, erotic thrillers, huh?" She was talking as much to herself as to him, but this seemed like a good place to step in. "I imagine your parents can hear, even from upstairs," he said. "So?" she said. "It's not like we have to watch PG-13 movies or anything." "Yeah, but do you really want your dad walking in on us watching some skinemax softcore thing? I feel like I've had enough awkwardness for just the first day of the weekend, thanks." He shifted, supporting his head with his hand to get a better view of her choices. "Meh," she shrugged, moving against him. "What's skinemax, by the way?" "You're so young," he sighed. "Anyway, it's kind of late. Don't you want to go to bed?" "All alone? Not really..." She wiggled her body, pretending to find a more comfortable position, but he'd known her long enough to know what she was really doing. She was rubbing her little butt up against his cock, seeing if she could make him hard. It was working, as it always did. "Are you?" Matt just sucked in a deep breath and made a non-committal "meh" sound. "You know, my mom will probably notice when she goes to clean the guest room and there's a big wad of tissue that smells like cum." She turned herself over to look into his eyes. Even with the glow of the tv providing the only light, there was no mistaking the devilish look on her face. "I guess I'll just have to refrain for one night..." he attempted to lean back further into the couch to no avail. "Uh-huh. I doubt that," she teased. "I saw the way you were looking at her butt today. Don't think I don't know you. Boys are so obvious." "Whose butt?" Matt feigned ignorance She rolled her eyes. "My mom, dummy. It's ok to look." She sighed. "All the guys do. I get it, she's hot." "Your words, not mine." Matt knew the feigned ignorance would get him nowhere, but that was his story and he was sticking to it. "Uh-huh," she dismissed his rebuttal. "You know I don't mind you looking at other girls. Just, you know..." she trailed off for a second before starting again, "like Carmen. She's got nice big tits, and guys love tits." "And you don't?" Matt didn't like how her playful tone now had a hint of sadness in it. "Pssh," she ignored his attempt to distract her. "I'm serious, though. I know you and her were talking about hooking up with Nessa the other day. It's cool, like I said. Just, I'm still your girlfriend, right? Even if it's kind of a polycule thing now." "Polycule?" Matt asked, genuinely. "God, you're so old," she smiled, finally. "Practically enfeebled over here. I'm not sure I'll even be able to make it up to the guest room tonight, my back might act up again." She only rolled her eyes in response. "...but, yeah, obviously, I mean, I'm meeting your parents. Are you really ok with the open relationship thing?" "Duh, Matty, I was the one licking her pussy the last time you fucked her in the ass, remember?" "Carmen?" Matt asked, trying to recall that particular session. "Wow, you really do like her. No, dummy, Nessa. I don't know how you even do any research with all the time you spend on girls." She turned back over, facing the tv, which was still sitting at the movie selection screen. "Honestly, I don't, he said. Actually, I kind of really need to get on that." Now it was his turn to inject a bit of emotion into his voice. "Then I guess we really ought to get to bed," she said, popping up off the couch and onto her feet in one fluid motion. "Night, night, honey." She bounded up the stairs so quickly he barely caught her before she disappeared into her room. He gave her a little peck on the lips and she slipped through the door, closing it behind her. Before he walked the last few steps to the guest room, he glanced down the hall to the master bedroom. He could have sworn he saw the door move just a bit, but, dismissing it as his tired eyes playing tricks on him in the dark, entered the guest room, stripped down to his boxers, collapsed onto the bed, and fell asleep before his head hit the pillow. \\\* Matt stepped into the lecture hall. The undergrads' faces carried a bored, perhaps slightly annoyed look, but that was par for the course. The course? What course was this? He flipped open the book in his hands to remind himself, but he found none of the symbols made any sense. "Well?" Dr. Martin was sitting in the front row, empty seats to either side of her, her legs crossed, showing off their fine shape as the protruded from the skirt that seemed to be sliding upwards more and more as he looked at her. "The students," she said, staring at him with a look that somehow felt menacing, "they are waiting. You need to handle the students." "Of course," he said. "Just a moment." "Order's up," Carmen handed him a cup. Just a cup; there was nothing in it. "This isn't what I ordered," he said. He could feel the annoyance radiating off of the customers behind him. He didn't want to look, knowing that there were more and more of them. Carmen smiled back at him. "I think you'll like it." He saw someone waving to him out of the corner of his eye. It was Mei Lin, across the room. She was saying something, but she was too far away and he couldn't hear it, but she was frantically motioning for him to come over. When he started towards her, she turned and started moving away. He tried to pick up the pace, but his books were so heavy. He put them down on the floor, stacked them up on top of each other until they fell over. Mei Lin had crawled into the bed, pulled the pink fluffy comforter over herself, an curled up in a ball. He crawled into bed next to her, but the sheets were in the way. He pulled them out of the way, but they were wrapped around her really tightly, or there were too many or something. He couldn't make any progress. She started saying something, her face still buried in the sheets. "It's ok," she said, "It's ok." Finally he got her unwrapped, he put his hand on her little shoulder and rolled her over. Naomi smiled at him. "You're ok, honey. I think you were having a nightmare." What the fuck? Matt looked around him, finding himself in the guest bedroom, Naomi standing over him. He was suddenly aware of the layer of sweat covering his body more or less uniformly. "Oh, wow. Uh..." Naomi's face seemed genuinely concerned. "Good morning. Sorry, was I making a lot of noise?" "A bit. Feeling better?" She placed a hand on his arm as if to comfort him as he sat up in bed. It wasn't for a few seconds that he realized he should probably at least put on a shirt. "Yeah, just a weird dream, I guess," he said. His thoughts were still jumbled, but as they cleared, he noticed that Naomi was dressed in only what looked to be a silk bathrobe, tied loosely enough to show off her ample cleavage. He tried not to look. "Well, you're awake now," she said. "Glad to have you back in the land of the living. You can take a shower if you'd like. You remember where the bathroom is, right?" "Oh, yeah, of course," Matt replied, still unsure if he was awake. Instinctively he started pulling the sheets back up to cover his bare chest. "Thanks, sorry, I just..." "Let's get you to that shower," she cut off his confused mumbling. Suddenly she grabbed the sheets and flipped them off of him. They ended up in an awkward position, with most of his body exposed, but his hands still clinging defensively to the top edge. Everything seemed to stop for a second. He noticed Naomi trying very hard not to smile, and her face snapping up to meet his gaze rapidly from its former orientation towards the sheets. It took a second longer for him to realize why. He was clothed in only a pair of boxers, and without looking he realized that they were not doing a sufficient job of hiding his morning wood. "That's ok," he sputtered, wheeling to get out of bed and turning to face the small nightstand beside the bed. He frantically attempted to make it look as if he was doing something. Naomi's voice was almost unnervingly calm and soothing. "So, it's just down the hallway, here," she said. Matt had never focused so hard on changing his blood flow in his life. He turned as much as he thought safe, trying to hide his erection while trying to make it not look like he was hiding his erection as best he could and followed her out the door and down the hall. The smile on her face was somehow evident even from his perspective a step behind her. As he scampered into the bathroom past her, he'd never been so grateful for a door. But just as he'd past the threshold, she leaned in just an inch closer. "The hamper is right over there. I would be happy to throw your laundry in with Mei Lin's." She made a movement away from him for just a moment before continuing. "And you don't have to be embarrassed." Then in almost a whisper, "My daughter is a lucky girl." She closed the door for him, leaving him standing alone and slightly confused and with a semi-hard cock in an unfamiliar bathroom. He sighed, then peeled off the boxers that Mei Lin had given him as a gift and tossed them into the hamper. It could have been worse, he told himself. Instead of the heart pattern boxers, it could have been the 'hot stuff' boxer briefs. Keeping in mind the previous day's warning about a morning rush on the shower, he tried his best to keep up the pace, as good as hot water felt cascading over his muscles. It turns out that spooning on a couch for hours was not ideal for one's body It didn't dawn on him until he'd shut off the water that he'd left all of his clothes, excepting the boxers, in the guest room. Well, towel it is, he thought. He crept down the hallway, hoping that Naomi, or anyone else for that matter, would not notice him. He'd wrapped a towel around himself, but it was still a rather embarrassing look to be sporting in front of one's potential mother-in-law. Fortunately, the creeping seemed to work, and he was quickly inside the guest room once again, and with the door closed safely behind him, he let out a silent sigh of relief, then dropped the towel stepped to his suitcase to withdraw something to wear. ...and then the door opened behind him. Naomi stepped in, carrying a stack of fresh sheets in her arms. Matt's head snapped around to look at her and they both froze instantly. It was only in this in frozen instant that he noticed how short her robe was, barely halfway down to the knee. It's probably the way she's holding the towels to her chest that made me notice it, he thought, followed quickly by, I'm still naked. So that's not great. Even as Naomi averted her eyes, he could see the smile creep across her lips. She stepped back and out of the room silently, closing the door with one hand and clutching the sheets against herself with the other. "Sorry..." her voice came through the door. "I'll just leave these sheets outside the door here." Matt quickly threw on a t-shirt and some jeans, focusing on quelling the burning of his cheeks. When he finished, he checked the mirror to make sure he wasn't looking completely like a tomato, then stepped outside. As she had mentioned, Naomi had left the sheets neatly stacked near the doorway, but there was no sign of her. He peeled the sweaty sheets from the bed and replaced them with the fresh ones. It's fine, he thought to himself. It's fine, this stuff happens. Just ignore it. Or make a joke of it, maybe? He caught the scent of coffee wafting through the air. Just two more days, Matty. You can manage this. Don't think about Naomi's big, perky tits or her smooth, shapely legs. Just think about functors. You can do this. Where there was coffee, one usually found Mei Lin, drawn to it as she was like a moth to a flame, so Matt was a bit surprised when he found no one in the living room, and only Naomi in the kitchen, standing over the stove, cooking up some eggs and bacon. She was still clad in only her short "robe", such as it was. It barely covered her shapely ass, and he had to force himself from tracing the line of her slim legs down to her bare feet. "Good morning," she greeted him, only looking at him with a slight delay. That same embarrassed smile still on her lips, her eyes went quickly back to the frying pan. "Good morning," he said, suddenly feeling awkward standing here. He hadn't forgotten to close his fly or something, had he? After a quick check which he hoped was subtle enough not to be noticed, he decided that it was probably just lingering embarrassment. "So, where's Mei Lin?" "Oh, I sent her and her father out for some things we'll want tonight," she said, again turning to him, this time seeming back to her usual calm self. "Have a seat. I'll have your breakfast ready in just a second. Here," she passed him a mug of coffee. "Mei Lin tells me you are the don't-bother-me-before-I've-had-my-first-cup type." "Thanks," he said, taking the mug and sitting down at the table in the adjoining dining room. "Am I that bad about caffeine, huh? I'll have to work on that." "Just what she said," Naomi chirped, bringing over a plate of breakfast. "You seem very..." she paused, as if looking for the right word, "genki to me." "Genki?" Matt asked, then took a sip. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a proper breakfast like this. "Sorry," she said. "Sometimes I still can't come up with the right English word, even after all these years." She poured herself a cup of coffee and then sat down in the chair next to the one Matt was occupying. "Energetic? Lively? Vivacious?" she wondered allowed. "Vivacious?" Matt found the attempt amusing. "Ok, maybe not that one," she conceded. "You know, genki." She shrugged. "So, that's Japanese, I guess?" Matt asked. "Uh huh," she replied, "I guess Mei Lin explained her odd family a bit?" "I don't know if it's odd," he said. "Lots of couples adopt girls from China, I guess." "Yeah, although probably most of them want a baby. And the whole Asian wife and Asian kid thing, people definitely think it's some kind of fetish thing," she sighed. Then she quickly added, "Oh, but don't mention that fetish thing to Joel if you want to win over daddy's approval." "Thanks for the advice," Matt chuckled. "I think I can use it." "Don't worry about him, really," Naomi answered. She straightened up in her chair a bit. "He's can be a real asshole, especially to anyone who's fucking his daughter." Matt nearly spit out his coffee. "Something wrong?" she asked, quite innocently. "Oh, nothing. Just sort of surprised me." He disliked the feeling of coffee dripping from his nose to his throat, but he did his best to mask his emotions. "Oh, the fucking thing? Did that bother you? You're not one of those weirdo conservatives who's going to try to brainwash my daughter." "No, no, not at all," Matt stifled a laugh at the thought. "Just didn't expect it from you." "Why?" she asked, an expression that told Matt to be careful with his next words on her face. "Because I'm some old mom? I'm not allowed to talk about fucking?" "No, no, not at all, it's great, hot really," he sputtered. Oh, shit, did I say it was hot? He quickly added, "Anyway, you don't even look old enough to be anyone's mom." "Very good answer," she smiled. Slipped that hot comment under the radar, Matt breathed a silent sigh of relief. "Hot, huh?" She prodded him. "I guess you're one of those perverts who likes it when girls talk dirty, then? Probably into erotic stories, too, then." Matt's tongue stuck in his mouth, refusing to do anything like form a coherent series of words for him. She leaned in and placed a hand gently on his arm, "I'm just fucking with you, dear. Relax." His mind started to return from panic mode as she got up from the table. "I'm going to take a shower now. Remember to knock first," she teased. She'd reached the door to the living room when she paused momentarily, looked back at him, and added after a thoughtful pause, "Anyway, don't be embarrassed. Dirty talk's hot." She skipped out of the room, leaving Matt to pretend to contemplate his half-eaten breakfast. He slowly finished the remainder of the meal, wondering if Mei Lin's family was always like this. Not that he minded the attention so much from her mother, but he doubted that she would appreciate it. And he didn't even want to think about her father. But the thought of Joel had reminded him of Mei Lin's absence. He couldn't imagine they'd be gone much longer. He decided to concentrate on something more productive, and vowed silently to do some research after washing the dishes. He walked up the stairs, noted that he couldn't hear the shower running, and decided that he might as well brush his teeth at this opportune moment when the bathroom was not occupied. He hurriedly rummaged through his bag to find his toothbrush, listened again for the sounds of a shower, and, on hearing nothing, made sure to knock loudly. He heard no response and entered the bathroom, inching the door open as he went, just to be sure to avoid any more awkwardness. The last thing he needed was to walk in on Naomi in a state of undress. Although... His ears hadn't failed him, fortunately, and he found the bathroom quite empty, although the light was on and the air still warm and wet from a recently finished shower. He began brushing his teeth. It was then that he noticed in the mirror that the other door to the bathroom, which he had previously correctly surmised led to the master bedroom, was ajar. In the reflection, he could see Naomi, one towel wrapped around her body and another around her head, neatly framed in the doorway. She seemed not to have noticed him, instead looking through some things that were out of sight. Just don't look, he told himself. She doesn't know you're here, just finish up quietly and sneak out. Naomi dropped her towel. She stood there momentarily, the image of a goddess, her perfect body framed as if in a painting by the bathroom door. She reached her arms above her head in a stretch. Matt could not look away. She lowered her arms, running them down her neck and over her body, completing her stretch by reaching for her toes. He could just make out her pussy in the reflection as she bent over fully. And then the momentary vision of the divine ended. She straightened up, sighed, and turned around, now facing him directly. He froze, his brain unable to even form the thought that would get him to look down, pretend he hadn't been watching. Her face showed no shock, not even a little bit of surprise. She simply walked slowly but assuredly to the door, her perfect naked tits bouncing with each step, and, on reaching the doorway, winked, then silently shut the door. Matt suspected that at least a full minute passed before his brain kicked back into gear and he could finish brushing his teeth. He bolted to the door, then to the guest room, shut the door a little too quickly behind himself, pulled a notebook of calculations from his bag, literally jumped onto the bed, and brought the notebook up in front of his face. He couldn't actually think, couldn't really even read what he had written here, but it made no difference. He just wanted to think about anything that wasn't Naomi's naked body, or at the least, have plausible deniability that that's what he was doing if anyone came in, especially Naomi. To his surprise and delight (and a bit to his disappointment), nobody came knocking on the door for a good long while, and when they did, it was Mei Lin, announcing that she and "daddy" were home and didn't he want to come downstairs and hadn't he been working hard enough for now because it was the weekend anyway? "Yeah, I just wanted to get some work in while you were gone," Matt told her. "Aww, did you miss me? You were sleeping so soundly, I didn't want to wake you up." She led the way downstairs as they talked. "Very sweet of you," he said. "What were you out getting, anyway?" "Supplies," came the answer, but surprisingly from Naomi, who was seated on the couch. "I decided that it was such a nice day that we should have a little cookout for dinner." Joel watched the conversation silently from a recliner near the couch. "So, mommy, can I invite Nessa?" Mei Lin asked, sounding far younger than she had any right to as a college kid. "Why not?" Joel groused. "She's just going to come over on her own if you don't. At least this way, she might bring something." Maybe it's not me he dislikes, so much as it's everyone, thought Matt. The thought pleased him in an odd way. "Of course, baby," replied Naomi, ignoring her husband, "Just remember to invite Maya, too." "Maya?" Matt asked Mei Lin as they made their way to Nessa's house, which was only down the block. "Nessa's mom," Mei Lin chirped. "You'll love her. She's got a big fat ass. You'll want to bury your face between her butt cheeks as soon as you see her." "Do you talk that way about all your friends' parents?" Matt chuckled. "Only the hot ones," she teased, as they came to Nessa's front door. "Maybe I should think twice before taking you home," Matt sighed. "Maybe," she teased. "I guess your mom is hot, then? Or maybe your dad?" Before he had a chance to respond, the door swung open, and in the doorframe appeared an absolutely gorgeous black woman. Her hair was tied up behind her head, and her casual demeanor matched the casual clothes she wore, a sleeveless t-shirt and some rather short shorts. Matt noticed a bit of sweat on her forehead. "Well, hi, there, baby," she greeted Mei Lin warmly before taking a moment to look Matt over. "Is this your new boyfriend?" "Yep!" Mei Lin chirped. "This is my Matty. He's over for the weekend, you know, meeting the parents and all, and we were going to have a cookout. Wanna come over, you and Nessa?" "Well, delightful to meet you, Matty," she said. He could feel his cheeks getting warmer as she spoke. She turned her attention back to Mei Lin. "Good work, sweetheart, he's a cute one. Anyway, I'll be over, and if Nessa ever comes home, I'll drag her along, too." "She's not here?" Mei Lin sounded a bit disappointed. "Probably off with some boy," Maya sighed. "She was supposed to help me cleaning around the house, but as soon as she saw the broom, she turned tail and ran. That girl...I should start charging her rent." "Maybe you should," Mei Lin smiled, giving Matt a sly look. Apparently Nessa had not made her mother aware of her new living situation. "If I see her, I'll give her a spanking for you." Another sly look. Matt was sure Maya would pick up on this, but apparently not. "Thank you. I really could use another pair of hands around the house. Somebody strong enough to move furniture around would be nice..." Matt could have sworn she was eyeing him. "I'll send daddy right over," Mei Lin interrupted the thought. "He's just sitting around on his ass, anyway." "You're very sweet, baby," Maya said. "And anyway I'm sure that Matty would be happy not to have your daddy's eyes on him all the time." "Something like that," Mei Lin said. They said their goodbyes and made their way back to the house. On the way back, he asked, "You're really going to send your dad over there? Am I weird, or is that a weird thing to do?" "You're weird," she laughed. "But maybe it's weird. I don't know. My dad loves Maya; he's always over there helping her with something or other. Plus, daddy's just like you, he does whatever I tell him to. Anyway, did you check out her ass? Pretty great, huh?" "Yeah, I noticed," Matt chuckled. Joel and Maya... he thought, well, it might explain some of the tension. He brushed the thought aside. I'm probably just being weird. True to her word, she sent her father next door, and as she described, he seemed eager to help. No, it's not me, this family's just weird, Matt concluded. They killed the next few hours watching another terrible movie which Mei Lin picked out. With Joel out of the house, Matt felt a little more at ease with letting Mei Lin get a bit handsy, but he still tried to keep it PG. Ultimately she ended up watching most of the movie with her head in his lap. Naomi kept busy doing things around the house and out of their way, though he thought he saw her smile at him as she carried a hamper of dirty laundry through the living room at one point. He decided it was probably just his imagination, most likely just brought on by a combination of the events of the morning and the separate rooms situation. Still, time went by easily, and soon it was nearly time for the cookout. Joel eventually made his way back to the house, his sweat causing the t-shirt he had been wearing to stick tightly to his chest. Matt noted for the first time how muscular Joel's upper body was. He was actually a pretty attractive guy, if you could get past the not liking anyone thing, Matt conceded. "Hey guys," Joel greeted them. He's weirdly happy, Matt thought. "What're you watching?" He plopped down on the couch directly beside Matt, a rather tight fit, but it didn't seem to bother the older man. Matt thought it best to accommodate his girlfriend's father, so he squeezed over as best he could with Mei Lin steadfastly refusing to give up an inch of her position. "Just some horror movie your daughter picked out," Matt said. Joel's body was radiating heat into Matt's, and the smell of man filled Matt's nose. It was not wholly unpleasant, and he was reminded that since Mei Lin had effectively moved in, he'd been fucking her almost exclusively, severely cutting back on his usual regime of cock sucking in particular. Probably one parent is too many, Matt thought, definitely don't fantasize about both parents. "Sounds good," Joel said. He gave Matt a friendly slap on the thigh. "About ready for some meat? You seem like a man who can handle a lot of meat." What the absolute fuck is going on here? "Um, yeah, sounds great. You hungry, Mei Lin?" Matt asked. She looked up, craning her neck, squinted her eyes, giving her dad a peculiar look, then shrugged and replaced her head on Matt's lap. "There you go, enthusiastic agreement" "Great," said Joel. He stood back up. "I'll get the grill going." He headed off into the kitchen. "So..." Matt turned his attention to Mei Lin, "...he's in a good mood, huh?" "He likes meat," she said, with a tone that told him not to probe the unsatisfactory explanation any further. The cookout actually went surprisingly well, at least as far as Matt was concerned, if only because the addition of two more members to the group eased the amount of attention that fell on him. Joel, in particular, seemed to be paying him no mind, slowly sipping a beer while he tended the grill. Maya was apparently supposed to bring some side dish, which had ended up just being more wine, which went over better with the female members, anyway. It all amounted to Matt being left blissfully alone, drinking a beer and watching the sun sink slowly under the horizon. As the participants all added more alcohol to their already full bellies, they naturally split into two loose groups, the "adults" and the "kids," though the whole groups still formed a rough circle, lounging in lawn furniture as they chatted. "So, Matty," Nessa started, her usual sarcasm laid on especially thick, "what do you think of the family? Have they accepted you as one of their own yet?" "Well, I don't know about that," he answered, intentionally avoiding her first question, "I'd really have to refer to Mei Lin on that one." "Well, I think they like you," Mei Lin said, though she sounded less assuring than she had probably hoped to. "Not so sure about that, myself," Matt said. As his voice drifted off, he couldn't help his attention turning to Joel, who seemed very interested in whatever Maya was talking about, leaning in close to her chair. Naomi, in contrast, seemed to be only half-listening, though her sunglasses, increasingly unnecessary in the fading light, might have been accenting that. "Well, you'll know when they hold the official induction ceremony," Nessa teased. "Induction ceremony?" he asked, having lost the flow of the conversation. "Huh?" "Yeah, for the family," she replied. "With the secret handshake and black robes and all? Did Mei Lin not tell you about her family's religion?" She turned her head to Mei Lin, "Baby, you've got to be upfront about this stuff." "Wait, what?" Now he was paying attention. "She's fucking with you, Matty," Mei Lin said. "Seems to be a popular sport around here," he said. "You'll get used to it," Mei Lin replied. Great, he thought. He looked around again, and, noticing the empty plates and cups lying around, decided to make himself useful. The girls had by this point already left him well behind in their own conversation, anyway. He gathered the dirty dishes up from around the "kids" half of the circle before moving over to the "adults". Maya smiled at him, which caused Joel to give a slight nod of acknowledgement. Naomi idly swirled the remainder of a glass of wine in her hand as she watched him silently, but said nothing. Then, just as he had started back towards the house, she got up. "Let me help you with that, dear." "Oh, it's no problem," he said. "Please," she replied. "You're a guest, and anyway, I need a refill." He couldn't argue with that. As they entered the house, the murmur of the others' conversation dying away in the distance, she spoke again. "You don't find the girl talk so interesting, I guess?" He let out a half-chuckle. "You got me," he said. "Anyway, I figured I might as well score some brownie points with the parents." He placed the dishes in the kitchen sink and began running some water. Naomi leaned casually against the counter, still wearing her sunglasses. "You can just leave those there, sweetie." "No, really, it's no problem," he said. "Besides, like you said, girl talk..." "Feeling a little bit ignored?" she asked, a sort of faux-sympathetic look on her face. She finished her wine and put the glass down on the counter, then gazed out the glass door they'd entered the house through to the yard. The sunglasses obscured her line of sight, but he thought she was looking at her husband. "Nah," he said. "You?" Oh, that was probably not the right question. Fortunately for him, she ignored it. She began walking around the room, making a lazy arc towards the wine bottles on the opposite side of the sink. "You're very sweet," she said, "doing the dishes like this. Definitely winning mommy's seal of approval." Her voice had that slightly tipsy lilting quality to it. "Glad to have it," he said, trying to keep the tone of his voice joking. Naomi picked up a half-empty bottle of wine and began back the other way, once again passing behind Matt as he washed dishes. But this time, she stopped directly behind him. He could feel the heat from her body, no doubt helped out by the alcohol. "No, really," she said. "I think you would be a great boyfriend." He tried to slow the rapidly increasing pace of his heartbeat as she stepped closer, now almost touching him. She set the bottle back down on the counter. "Sweet, funny in that kind of awkward way..." She breathed deep through her nose. "..and very cute," she finally added. She was touching him now, her body pressed up lightly against his. He could feel her lay her head down gently against the back of his shoulder. He quickly turned on the water, letting it run over his hands. "Are you sure you don't want any help," she said finally. Her hands were now unmistakably running down the sides of his torso, her fingers clumsily feeling out his musculature. "No, I'm good here," he said, failing to hide the quiver in his voice. He tried to focus on rinsing the dishes. "Really?" she asked, her breath hot in his ear. "I'd love to help you out. I know how... hard... it can be, meeting the parents." Her hands were now definitely creeping towards his crotch." He tried to subtly push himself up against the sink to keep her from advancing, to now avail. She pulled his hips back to herself ever so slightly, giving her hands the room she needed. "It can be so awkward..." she continued, "and a young guy like you, I'm sure even going a few days without..." she drifted off for a second, "...well, I'm sure it's been a struggle." He turned around suddenly, awkwardly facing her while trying to force himself back against the sink with her arms still to either side of him. "Towel?" he said, holding up wet hands. She audibly sighed, and stepped back, then grabbed a towel from a nearby rack and threw it to him. "I forgot all about my refill," she said, her tone back to normal. She haphazardly poured herself a generous glass. "Beer's in the fridge if you'd like another," she said, not turning to look at him, then headed directly for the door outside. "Uh..." Matt found himself saying to no one in particular. He actually shook his head to clear his thoughts, happy no one was around to see this cartoonish display, then took a beer from the fridge, opened it, downed it in one drink, and got another. This one he only drank half of before stepping back outside. He tried not to notice Naomi's attention on him as he passed back to where the "kids" were talking about something he took no notice of. \\\* "Would you mind, actually, if we left a bit earlier than we planned?" he asked Mei Lin. She was still wearing the loose fitting t-shirt and shorts she had slept in the night before, curled up on the couch. "Cracking under the pressure?" she teased. Matt had waited until he was confident both her parents were out of earshot before he asked; Naomi washing the breakfast dishes and Joel off "playing with his toys" as Naomi had disparagingly described it. "Something like that," he said, quickly adding, "I kind of just wanted to get back to work, actually. It's a bit harder to work here than in my office." "A likely story," she said sarcastically. "Anyway, it's fine. Nessa and I were talking about doing some shopping this afternoon, anyway. We were going to drag you along to carry the bags, but I think I can weasel out of it for you." "You're the best," he said. "I know," she smiled. "Maybe I can finally get something done," he said, as much to himself as her. "Probably you'll get some jerking off done, I think," she teased. He just gave her a look in response. "What?" she bobbled her head as in disbelief at his incredulity. "It's fine, you had to go like two whole days without getting any. I know that's such a trial for you." "Uh huh," he sighed. "But if you can hold off for just a few more hours," she said, lowering her voice only slightly to a stage whisper, "I'll suck you off when I get back home." Apparently she was unworried about her mother overhearing. Home, huh? he thought. It was nice that she thought of his dumpy apartment as home, anyway. Plus, a blowjob would be nice... Then it was settled; they enjoyed a nice, leisurely morning, followed by a nice, leisurely lunch. Joel was back to his usual grumpy self, which Matt chalked up to perhaps being slightly hungover, but he was more surprised at Naomi's relative lack of conversation. Perhaps that's also the alcohol, he thought, or maybe she's just out of boyfriend interview questions. In any case, he didn't want to dwell on her thoughts too much, if only for his own sanity, and he was happy enough to have survived the weekend when they said their goodbyes a short while later. \\\* It was always weird finding other people in the office on weekends, and it was no less weird even if that person was just Luis and he was his usual silent self. The whole math building was probably empty, and yet these two were in the same cramped room in one corner of it. One couldn't ask for better company, though, if one's goal was to focus on work. And that's exactly what Matt did for all of about an hour before he felt the vibration of his phone in his pocket, indicating a text message. Probably Mei Lin sending pictures of some ridiculous outfit she's found for me, he sighed mentally, knowing that he would ultimately wear that outfit, against his better judgement. To his surprise, the text message came with no pictures attached, but more importantly, it came from an unfamiliar number. "Hi, Matt. You forgot your undies :P The hearts are cute \<3 \<3 \<3" Then a second later "It's Naomi, by the way. Come by whenever to get them. P.S. I washed them for you. :P" Deciding he'd had enough alone time with his taciturn officemate, he opted to put off work once again, citing mentally the fact that he had all week until his next meeting, and he'd actually made (some) progress this weekend, and packed up his things. Luis seemed unconcerned as Matt left and made his way back to his apartment to get his car. Just swing by, pick up your boxers, and then you can kill a couple hours at the apartment, he told himself. And then we'll see if Mei Lin keeps her promises... He barely noticed the drive back to Mei Lin's house, occupied as he was with thoughts of how much she'd want to show her appreciation for handling the weekend well. He absentmindedly strolled up to the front door and gave it a knock. Naomi seemed to have been waiting, with how quickly she responded, poking her head around the half-open door. "Hi, Matt, so nice to see you again." She smiled wickedly and gestured for him to come inside. As soon as he had, she closed the door gently behind him. It was then that he noticed what she was wearing: that same silk robe, barely covering anything. Odd that she would have changed back into that,, he thought. But it does suit her... "Can I get you anything, dear?" she asked, slinking by him, moving vaguely towards the kitchen. "Ah, no, just dropped by to pick up those boxers," he said. She seemed to be listening facetiously, if such a thing can be done. "Are you sure?" she said. "There's nothing you'd like?" It was not subtle, but he doubted she had intended it to be. "Ah, I'm alright," he said, hoping the smile he added would go a long way. "Alright? Alright, just the boxers, then," she said. "Ok, well, come and get them." With this, she undid the only loosely tied belt holding her robe closed, and let it fall casually to the floor behind her, leaving her wearing nothing...nothing but his boxers, that was. He stood there, stunned. Her nipples stood straight out from her perfect, round perky tits. The lines of her slender body looked somehow even more erotic paired with the goofy, masculine boxers. She just stared at him with a devilish grin. "Well?" she added. "Wow," she said finally, cutting through the silence. "Impressive, really." She began sauntering over to him. "You pass with flying colors." "What?" he asked, genuinely confused, as she reached him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "The test," she said, "you're a very good boyfriend, really. It was all a test to see if you'd cheat on my little Mei Mei. And you passed. So now you can stop trying so hard." She looked up into his eyes. "Are you kidding?" he didn't know what else to say. "Oh, no, Matty," she feigned sincerity, "I'm very serious about this. All a test, really. Now come get your reward." She pulled his body against hers and kissed him deeply. He wanted to resist, but his body simply wouldn't allow it. He kissed back, hard, their tongues dancing with one another. Finally his brain wrestled back control of his body, and he pushed away, though her hands remained lightly resting on his waist. "No, no," he said. "I can't; you're her mom, for christ's sake." "Mmm hmm," she teased, "and so you don't find me attractive? You don't want this old mom's body?" She drew him close again, his resistance weakening. "Don't you think I'm sexy? I get the feeling you do." She emphasized her point by grinding against his now fully erect cock. "Your husband..." he tried a different approach without knowing where to go with it. "...is out, probably fucking some college boy in the asshole as we speak," she finished his sentence for him. "Or did you come over here hoping to run into him?" "No, no," he sputtered, "but Mei Lin..." he tried again. "...is also not here, dear, and won't be, so where's the problem?" she interrupted again, once again rubbing up against him. "I'm going to make this simple for you. You're going to take this," she grabbed his dick through his jeans, "and you're going to put it here." Now she let her fingers slide down his arm quickly till they reached his wrist and guided his hand between her legs. His boxers were already moist and he could feel the heat radiating from her. His brain could no longer maintain its rule over his cock, and he threw his free arm around her, pulling her towards him and kissing her in one animalistic motion. They kissed passionately, standing there in the living room until she finally broke it off, then silently stepped towards the stairs, leading him with one hand trailing behind her. He could no longer fight his desire, and he mindlessly followed her, watching her hips sway as they made their way up the stairs and into the bedroom in a trance. When they entered the room, only dimly lit with the curtains closed, she proceeded to the bed, lay back on it, and slipped the moist boxers from herself, kicking them to the side. She beckoned him over with a finger. He hesitated here, his brain putting up one last fight against his body. Mei Lin... As if reading his mind, Naomi spoke, her tone more genuinely annoyed now than earlier. "If you don't get over here and fuck me, I'm going to tell her you tried to, so you might as well." He couldn't argue with that. He peeled off his shirt as he approached her, tossing it to the side, then, upon reaching the bed, undid the fly of his jeans, roughly pulling them down. His cock, finally free of the stifling clothes, sprang up with full force, pointing proudly towards her, as if to show him the way to go. She smiled, visibly pleased with the sight. "Now," she began, "first, you're going to fuck me missionary for a while. After I come once or twice, then you can do what you want. Sound good?" He didn't answer, just pushed himself between her legs and began kissing her deeply. She didn't seem to mind the response, instead kissing back hard, letting her hands run over his back and arms. He grabbed his cock, already throbbing with anticipation, and guided it to her pussy lips. They were drenched with her juices, and accepted him easily after minimal teasing. He sank his dick into her, thrusting in and out, increasing in speed as he went. Her nails dug into his back as he slammed himself into her wildly. He buried his face in her neck, kissing all along it, and she lost herself in pleasure. "Oh, yeah, baby, just like that," she moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me hard! Make mommy fucking cum on your big fucking cock!" "Oh, fuck, oh fuck!" was all he could manage, waves of pleasure hitting him with every stroke. With every stroke, her tight pussy seemed to get tighter, squeezing and milking him as he drove in and out of her. With every frantic stroke, she grew wilder and wilder, finally culminating in a powerful orgasm, her legs flailing wildly as the pleasure tore through her. She held onto him tightly, her arms trying to draw him entirely inside of her. When she finally stopped screaming in ecstasy, he was still fucking her at full speed, his cock, so hard it was almost painful, rapidly disappearing into her sopping wet hole over and over again. "Oh fuck..." she moaned over the sounds of their bodies slapping together, "your fucking cock...so fucking good...don't stop..." Within what felt like only seconds, she was writhing in orgasm again, incoherently babbling "fuck me fuck me fuck my cunt..." He pulled out of her, breathing hard, suddenly aware of the sweat dripping down his back. Her body quivered before him; she was still clearly at the mercy of the orgasmic pleasure snaking through her. "Turn over," he gasped. He grabbed his cock, slimy with her juices and throbbing in his hand, as she did exactly as he commanded. She flipped over, getting on her hands and knees. "Face down," he said. "Show me your ass." She not only buried her face in the sheets; she brought both hands back behind her, pulling her ass cheeks apart to lewdly display her asshole for him. "Use me," she begged, "Use me however you want." He jammed his cock into her sopping wet cunt. "Oh shit...fuck..." she was immediately lost in her own private world of pleasure. With one hand, Matt reached under her and grabbed her chest. He squeezed it roughly, enjoying the softness of her flesh contrasting with the hardness of her nipples. He spit into his other hand and rubbed it roughly on her asshole. "Oh fuck yes," she moaned, "use my slutty fucking asshole. Make mommy your whore." Mommy, he thought, hot. He massaged her asshole roughly, tracing its edge while he continued to slam his cock into her pussy. "You like that, mommy?" he taunted her, "You like it when I play with your ass, slut?" "Oh, fuck, yes," she barked back at him. "Mommy loves it when you play with her ass..." He jammed his thumb inside her butthole and pushed his cock all the way into her, holding it there while she screamed in ecstasy, "oh fuck I'm coming again, fuck fuck fuck my ass fuck me..." He could see her grasping futilely at the sheets as her body shook again, her holes going crazy, clamping down on his dick and his thumb in rapid succession. He pulled out of her again, pre-cum oozing out of the tip of his dick and mixing with her pussy juices. He used the mixture as lube, jerking himself while he barked orders at her again. "Suck your fucking cunt off my cock, slut." "Oh, fuck yes," she panted, turning around rapidly to face him, still on her knees, "let me taste my fucking twat." She grabbed his rod fiercely and jammed it into her mouth. "Mmm, mmm," she moaned as she fucked her own mouth with his dick. She came up gasping for air, "oh fuck that tastes so good..." She slurped her juices up noisily until he roughly pulled her away, her mouth still gaping open in pure animal hunger. "Ass up," was all he had to say. Like that, she was back in position, face down, hands on her asscheeks, presenting her hole for him. "Please, baby," she begged, "please fuck mommy's ass. Put your big, fat cock up mommy's tight little asshole..." He wordlessly pushed the head of his cock against her perfect pucker. Even with all the spit and pussy juice as lube, it was a tight fit, but she was begging for it, her asshole winking, trying to pull him in. "Please..." she moaned again. He grunted, pushing the head of his dick inside her. She let out a little yelp of surprise and pleasure as he stretched her tight ass open. He steadily fed his thick, throbbing shaft into her, inch by inch. She wailed in pleasure as it sank into her, "oh shit oh fuck fuck, your fucking cock is so fucking big in my ass oh fuck." He pulled back, then pushed in, then pulled back again, then in again, and out and in and out and in, each time a little deeper, each time, more and more of his dick disappearing into her ass. He reached a hand under her and quickly located her clit. He began roughly rubbing it, moving in rapid circles as he fucked her ass. "Oh fuck oh fuck I'm coming fuck me I'm coming fuck my ass..." she came again, more than once in a row; Matt couldn't count it. He was transfixed by the sight of his rock hard cock sliding in and out of this perfect ass. Finally, he pulled out. He could feel the cum already pushing to get out. He squeezed his cock, trying to force it back into his balls, if only for the second it took Naomi to turn around again. He didn't even need to tell her what to do this time. She grabbed his dick and forced it into her mouth. Her tongue danced all along the bottom. "Oh fuck, taste your fucking ass..." "Mmm, mmm," she panted, "give me your fucking cum. I want it, I want it in my mouth. Fucking cum in mommy's mouth. Cum for mommy..." "Oh fffuuuccckkk," he fired off a load of cum days in the making into her mouth. She gagged as it hit the back of her throat, but she took it all. "Ahhhh, take that fucking cum. Take my fucking cum, you fucking slut..." "Mmm," she slurped it all up. As he pulled away from her mouth, she grabbed his cock again and used it to push the droplets of cum that escaped the corners of her mouth back up onto her tongue. "Your cum tastes so good, baby..." He fell back onto the bed, exhausted. He hadn't had a fuck that good since Mei Lin...shit, Mei Lin... Naomi climbed up on top of him, crawling over him to give him a sloppy, cum-flavored kiss. "Did you like mommy's pussy, baby?" He just sighed. Mommy, huh? Shit is fucked. "Yeah," he said, adding after a second's pause, "Did you?" She smiled. "I love sucking my pussy off of nice, hard cocks." "Oh, yeah?" he said, wondering where this, and everything else, was going. "Almost as good as sucking my ass off of nice, hard cocks." Just hearing her say that was getting him hard again. Fuck, he thought, can't do this. Mei Mei's going to be back at the apartment soon. "Look at you, getting hard again, just hearing mommy talk about her asshole. You're a real pervert, baby," Naomi teased. Her fingers danced idly along his shaft. "No, no," he said. He turned onto his side, his dick escaping her grasp in the process. "I have to get back. Mei Lin is going to be back at my apartment soon..." "To, what was it she said, 'suck you off'?" Naomi mocked him. "That little bitch is out with that slut Nessa. Those two are going to be two knuckles deep in each others' twats by now, and they're not going to finish for hours, I'm sure." Matt propped himself up onto one arm, but said nothing. He wasn't sure what to say to that. "Oh, you didn't know that she's been licking cunt on the side? Poor, baby." She flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. "If I had a nickel for every time I walked in on those two little cunts licking each others'...well, cunts..." I could* tell her that not only did I know that they fuck each other, but that I witness it frequently while I'm fucking them both, but maybe it's best not to mention that. Couldn't hurt to play things close to the chest, anyway,* he thought to himself. "Anyway, I'm sure a stud like you has plenty of cum to go around in this big, juicy balls of yours," she turned back towards him and her hand darted to the aforementioned balls before he could do anything. "I don't know about that," he said. Honestly he didn't. Two rounds in one afternoon was doable, three and he might be firing blanks later, and that was not a thing Mei Lin was usually ok with, and especially wouldn't be if she'd also gone all weekend without her usual daily doses of jizz. "Well, then, you'll just have to find out." She rocked his body back over, leaving him lying on his back, and straddled him comfortably. "Make me cum just a couple more times and put a nice, thick load in my ass, and you're free to go. And Mei Lin doesn't need to find out you weren't in your office this afternoon..." "How generous of you," he said "...but cum too early and she might just have to hear about it," she ignored his comment. "Another test?" he asked facetiously. She just smiled and kissed him deeply... \\\* He stumbled into his apartment, feeling as if he'd just been hit by a car. A car that sucked cock like a professional whore. And that tailpipe... "Honey, I'm home...? he called out. No response, good. Time enough for a shower, at least. He practically tore off his clothes, only taking time to bury the boxers which Naomi had so generously washed with her cunt juice underneath the rest in the hamper, hoping nobody would notice. He scrubbed mindlessly, unable to focus on the task at hand. Visions of Naomi's perfect naked body floated before his eyes, her big, perky tits, round ass, and, oh, that pussy. Like fucking magical, that pussy. Holy shit, am I getting hard again? Suddenly the shower curtain flew open. "We're baaaack!" Mei Lin greeted him. He stared at her, his brain taking a second replace the image of her mother's face with her own. "Hi," he said finally. "Just starting out, or just finishing up?" she asked. "What?" he had no idea what she was talking about. Nessa stepped into view from behind the curtain. "From the shower, I'd guess finished, but from the hardness, I'd say just beginning." "Aww, baby," Mei Lin said. "I told you to wait for me." It finally dawned on him what they were talking about. "Oh, yeah, just starting," he said. "Sorry, you were just taking so long to get back..." "Aww, that's ok, then," she said. "Just finish the shower and come to the bedroom. We're going to get started without you." "Be right there," he said. He suddenly remember Naomi's comments about Mei Lin's bisexual proclivities and laughed to himself. He shut off the shower, gave himself a quick toweling down, and made his way to the bedroom. As expected, he found the girls already in a 69 position, Nessa on top, grinding her pussy into Mei Lin's face and moaning loudly. He climbed onto the bed behind her. She looked back at him for a second and smiled, and then he jammed his cock into her waiting pussy. Mei Lin had done a more than adequate job getting her naturally lubed up. "Mmm," Nessa moaned. "Give her that cock, baby," Mei Lin encouraged from underneath him. He felt her hands running along his thighs as he began thrusting into Nessa in honest. "Fuck that pussy, baby. Mmm, so sexy..." He pulled out and pointed the head of his cock downwards. Mei Lin dutifully sucked on it. "Yeah, bitch, taste my fucking pussy," Nessa said. She was busy rapidly fingering Mei Lin's clit. "Choke this bitch on my pussy," she encouraged him. Mei Lin popped his cock back out of her mouth and guided it back to Nessa's pussy. Her cunt was hot and wet and she worked her hips mercilessly, gyrating like crazy on his dick while she frantically fingered Mei Lin's twat. "Oh shit oh shit, I'm coming!" Mei Lin squealed. Nessa rolled off of her and Matt shoved his cock into her throat, muffling her orgasmic cries. Nessa kissed him wildly, her hands running over his chest while her girlfriend recovered. "Baby, enough foreplay," Mei Lin said, turning over onto her belly. "I haven't gotten any dick all weekend." Only Mei Lin would call getting fingered by her girlfriend while she gets throatfucked foreplay, he smiled to himself. "Where do you want it, baby? Tell me." She put a finger her chin as if seriously considering the question. "Pussy first, baby," she said. "Then ass. Then pussy again. Then..." "Just turn around," he said. "You, let her eat your twat," he indicated to Nessa. "Ooh, so commanding," she teased. He was being especially commanding, he thought. Something to do with Naomi? Fuck, Naomi... "Play with my ass, baby," Mei Lin snapped him of his daydream. He'd managed to bury his cock up her tight little pussy while remembering her mom's. Fuck. He never* had to be told to play with a girl's ass. Especially not Mei Lin's.* She had the perfect little ass, so round and cute, the way it gobbled up his fingers. Not the same as her mom's but not worse, just different. Fuck, I've got to stop thinking about her. I'm going to slip up and say her name. "Ooh, yes, that's it, baby, right there..." Mei Lin moaned. He had her pinned against the bed, jamming his cock up into her while she licked and fingered Nessa's slit. "I want your ass," he said. "It's yours, baby," she panted. "Take my slutty little asshole." He pulled out and jammed his cock into her tight little pucker. He loved how she took his cock so easily anally. She loved it so much that it was a nearly daily routine for them, but it never got old, seeing his thick cock stretching out her tight ass. "Oh, fuck, baby," she moaned, "your cock is so good up my ass...I'm gonna cum..." He also loved how she could cum just from anal now, another useful result of the persistent practice. Like mother, like daughter, he thought. Fuck, stop thinking about her perfect asshole... Nessa snapped him back to reality by screaming out her own orgasm, brought on by Mei Lin's skillful tongue. As the girls' orgasms died down, he pulled his cock from Mei Lin's ass, admiring the beautiful way her hole gaped as he exited. "Baby, I'm gonna cum," he said, as much pleading for them to do something as he was informing them. Nessa lunged forward and took his cock into her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and fired his load into her throat. She caught most of it, but let some of it drip down onto Mei Lin underneath her. Mei Lin wriggled out from under them, and Matt assumed she was going to share a cummy kiss with her girlfriend, but before she could, Nessa spit the load sloppily back onto Matt's cock. It oozed and dribbled, now looser with spit, from his rod and onto the bed. He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Oh, no," we're not done yet, she said. "You heard the girl's plan. Pussy, then ass, then pussy, then..." "Ok, ok," he said. Mei Lin had already started licking the cum-spit mixture off of his cock, and Nessa now joined her. Four times in one afternoon? Well, Naomi, I hope your confidence in me was not misplaced... \\\* The afternoon had long since passed by the time Mei Lin's "plan" had been sufficiently fulfilled. If he was being totally honest with himself, he had to imagine it was not quite sufficient from her point of view, but then again, it really never was. He didn't let it make him insecure, generally. Trying to keep up with Mei Lin sexually was like trying to keep up with Superman in a foot race. And, anyway, she seemed pleased enough as the three of them lounged in bed, still naked and very sticky. The sound of a vibrating cell phone brought him out of his momentary reverie. He turned his head and found it was Mei Lin's phone making the noise. She crawled over him and grabbed it. He gave her a look to express "Who is it?" "It's just my mom," she answered the question he hadn't asked. Just saying she really enjoyed having you. "Ah," he said, trying to sound normal. Mei Lin's disinterested tone told him he'd succeeded. The phone vibrated again in her hands. "Oh, and she says to tell you not to work too hard," she relayed. After another vibration she added "Tests? Is she talking about finals?" Fuck. "What's that about tests?" "Eh, she just says you'll need to be genki for the tests coming up. I guess she means finals. Whatever." She tossed the phone back onto the nightstand and curled up on Matt's chest. Oh, dear...
Frank and Shayleen Ch. 01	92,722	4.58	727,966	[]	I was waiting to board an airplane that would take me from Atlanta to home. I'd been sitting and people watching when she came into the boarding area and took a seat. I recognized her right away even though it had been twelve years since I'd last seen her. Shayleen Murphy had been my fantasy girl from the time I'd first laid eyes on her the first day of class at the start of the eighth grade. As she sat and fiddled with her cell phone I watched her. In fact I could not take my eyes off of her. She noticed and after maybe five minutes she got up and came over to me. "Why are you staring at me? Do I have something in my hair?" "No. I was just admiring your beauty. I thought you were perfection in high school, but I was wrong. Perfection means as good as it gets, but you are definitely much, much better now." "High school? Do I know you?" "Maybe know of me, but you didn't actually know me." "Care to explain that to me?" "I was just one of the 186 in our class. I was around and you would have seen me, but I don't remember you ever speaking to me from the eighth grade on." "You're kidding me." "Not in the least. You were the most popular girl in our class and you ran with the cheerleaders and jocks. I was with the nerds and geeks. The two groups never socialized and even if they would have I wouldn't have been there. I had to work in the family business after school so I never was wherever it was that you went to socialize after school." She took a step back and looked me over and then said, "You have to be pulling my leg. If you were really in my class I would recognize you even if we never socialized." "Try to imagine me with coke bottle lens glasses, forty pound heavier and with a hair cut that looked like a bowl had been placed on my head and all the exposed hair had been cut off." She stared at me for a bit and then said, "Frank. Frank Dalton." "Close. Frank Denton." Before she could say anything the announcement came that they were boarding rows ten through fourteen. "That's me" I said as I picked up my carryon bag. "Nice seeing you again Shayleen" and I headed for my seat. The airplane was only half full and I had the window seat. We were at altitude and I was looking down at the ground through breaks in the clouds when some one sat down in the aisle seat. I looked and saw Shayleen sitting there, Since rows one through eight were first class and I hadn't see Shayleen walk past my seat when the plane was loaded I assumed that she was sitting in first class. She saw the question on my face and said: "Tell me more about my having improved on what you originally thought was perfection." "What can I say? You were my dream girl. The girl all my fantasies were built on." "Oooooh, that sounds good. Tell me more." By the time our flight had landed Shayleen and I had exchanged our vitals. She had finished college and had gone to work as a CPA, gotten married and then divorced. She was currently single and not looking. From me she found out that I was twice divorced and was running the family business that my grandfather had started and where I had worked since I was fourteen. As we taxied to the gate I asked: "Would my dream girl have dinner with me some evening?" "I'd like that. I'm usually free most nights except Wednesdays. That is the night I play cards with some of the girls who were in my sorority. "Would this Friday work for you?" "Yes it would." We exchanged phone numbers, she gave me her address and I told her I would pick her up at six-thirty. \++++++++++++++++++++ As I drove home from the airport I was thinking about the odds of my ever getting a date with Shayleen Murphy. It was a given that the teenaged goddess would never have given the teenaged geek a second look, but laser surgery had eliminated the coke bottle lens glasses and my first wife Glenda had been responsible for all of the other changes in me. I met Glenda during my freshman year at State. She had the seat next to me in Introduction to Business Law and we started talking while waiting for the instructor to show up. Later that day I was in the student cafeteria and she came in and saw me and asked if she could join me. We talked and got to know each other. I liked her and she seemed to like me and we started spending time together. Not dates, but things like joining each other in the cafeteria and studying together in the library. By the time I met Glenda my eye problems had been taken care of, but I was about forty pounds overweight and I had absolutely no sense of style. My mother had taken off when I was about six leaving dad to raise me. He did his best, but he was busy trying to run the business that my grandfather had left him and I had a succession of nannies and baby sitters until I was about twelve. He put in late hours and I was pretty much left on my own. By the time I was twelve I was fixing my own breakfast, making my own lunch and more often than not I was handling dinner also. Quite naturally I was eating what I liked and, also quite naturally, what I liked was fattening and not really good for me. Dad gave me a pretty hefty allowance and it was understood that I was supposed to take care of things like clothes and haircuts with the money. I learned early that in order to have spending money for the things I really wanted I needed to buy the cheapest clothes I could find and wear then until I had absolutely no choice but replace them. Tommy was my next door neighbor and one day I was bitching to him about the high cost of haircuts and his mother overheard us and she told me that she would cut my hair for a third of what the barbershop charged. She did Tommy's hair and it looked okay to me so I jumped at the chance to put more spending money in my pocket. My haircuts looked okay to me, but some of the kids laughed and told me that I looked dorky, but I didn't care. I might have looked dorky to some, but I was still able to get dates and the girls I dated made out with me and after Pauline French took my cherry as an eighteenth birthday present and I was getting laid on a fairly regular basis I didn't care one whit about what others thought about my hair. Of course I found out later that I got the dates because I had the money to spend and a lot of other guys my age didn't. Anyway, back to Glenda. After three weeks of spending time with Glenda I asked her out. I was pulled up short when she told me that I needed to make some changes before she would let herself be seen with me on a date. She was uncomfortably blunt about it. "You dress like you get all of your clothes out of a rag bin and your hair looks like you stuck your head in a fan to get it cut." She saw the look on my face and said, "No one else ever told you how you look?" "Not really." "Who buys your clothes?" "I do." "Figures. I'll bet that you don't go to a real barber either do you?" "No." She contemplated me for a bit and then she said, "I'm appointing myself your style coordinator. Think of it as my being your personal trainer for clothes and appearance." She took me in hand and in our free time she drug me around to stores and picked out things for me to buy. She forced me to go to a regular barber and after a week or so she was done with me and she said: "You'll do. Where are we going on our first date?" We started making out on our third date and a month later we made love for the first time. Glenda wasn't my first piece of ass, but she gave me my first blow job and I ate pussy for the first time. Glenda was really into oral and sixty-nine became a regular occurrence when we made love. Glenda was also the first one to do anal with me. After we had been making love for a couple of weeks Glenda told me that I needed to lose some weight. "No girl wants to have a big belly lying on top of her. I guess it is time for me to go back into personal trainer mode." She came up with a program for me that included running every day and she was ruthless in making me follow it. Follow it I did and the pounds came off. Slowly, but they did come off. I fully admit that I did all of what Glenda wanted because I was pussy whipped. We were making love four and five times a week and we were doing it all. Glenda was especially into oral and anal and I was getting as much as I could handle. Just before finals in our freshman year Glenda came to me and told me that we had a problem. "I'm pregnant Frank." "I thought that you were on the pill." I am, but I think that the medicine I took when I had the flu screwed things up. What are we going to do about it Frank?" "We will have to get married." My dad's response to that was, "I think that you are too young to be getting married Frank, but then I guess that you do have to accept the responsibility. I was your age when I married your mother and look how that turned out. There is one thing though. Your lady is going to have to sign a prenuptial agreement exempting the business in the case of a divorce." "I don't know if she will do that." "Then I won't leave the business to you. I'll leave it to your children. It is going to stay in the family. All of it." Glenda did sign the pre-nup and we were married in a civil ceremony. \++++++++++++++++++ Three months after we were married Glenda miscarried. She had gone to Michigan to visit her sick grandmother and had fallen down some steps. Two weeks later I found out that it was all bullshit. I had purchased a digital voice activated recorder for taping classes since it was easier for me than taking notes. I was sitting at the kitchen table in our apartment listening to it when the phone rang and I pushed the stop button and answered the phone. It was some guy trying to drum up support for someone running for office. When I hung up the phone I looked at the clock and saw what time it was. Glenda was bringing her friend Tara home with her and I had promised to take care of dinner. I had intended to order pizza, but had forgotten. I called the pizza place and placed an order to go. I was leaving to pick up the pizzas when Glenda and Tara came into the apartment. I gave Glenda a quick kiss and then left to go pick up dinner. We ate and socialized with Tara and after she left Glenda and I went to bed. Glenda was really horny that night and I was exhausted when I finally was able to go to sleep. The next day I had a thirty minute break between my first and second class so I went to the cafeteria, got a cup of coffee and a sweet roll and sat down at a table to review the recording of the last class. I didn't fully rewind because I still had yesterday's last class on it. I rewound to where I thought the start of the day's class would be and hit play. "....did you get Frank to believe that you were at your grandmother's?" "He isn't too bright. I mean he did buy the phony pregnancy." The first voice was Tara's and the second was Glenda's. Phony pregnancy? Not too bright? I must have left the recorder on and their voices had activated it. I kept hitting rewind and play until I got to where the two of them came into the kitchen. I heard the front door close behind me and then Tara said: "You did a good job on him. I'd probably even date him now." "Oh no you don't you slut. He's my gravy train." "Listen to you. Calling me a slut. The girl who spent a full week in Roger's bed. How did you get Frank to believe that you were at your grandmother's?" "He's not too bright. I mean he did buy the phony pregnancy. I needed an excuse to be gone a few days so I could have my miscarriage without anyone seeing that it was phony. Besides, Roger has a great cock and I love fucking him." "The plan still the same?" "Yep. Wait six months and then get pregnant for real. Either by Frank or Roger; it doesn't really matter which one does it. Then Roger sees to it that Frank's old man passes on and leaves the business to Frank. After a decent interval Roger will see to it that something happens to Frank and I'll inherit. Worst case is that Frank's father's will will be written to leave the business to Frank's kids, but as their mother I'll control things until they are old enough to take over. I'll never be poor again." "There are a hell of a lot of 'what if's' in there. You getting caught cheating on Frank with Roger for one." "Never happen. I'm way too careful for that." The rest of it was them talking about other things until I got home with the pizzas. Well 'Way too careful Glenda' I thought, one of those 'what if's' just bit you on your ass. I skipped the rest of my classes that day and went to see my dad. I played the tape for him. He called our attorney and I went to see him and played the tape for him and he called an assistant district attorney that he knew and we played the tape for him. The net result? After everything was over and done with I had an annulment and Glenda was doing a year and a day in the can. Roger was arrested, but made bail and skipped town. But I did owe her for my makeover so I sent her a carton of cigarettes. She didn't smoke, but I'd heard that cigarettes are used as currency in jail. \++++++++++++++++++ Friday I picked up Shayleen at six and asked her what her preference was when it came to eating out and she said anything but oriental so I took her to Carl's Chop House. Over dinner we talked and she told me the sad tale of her marriage. She had married Todd Lucero who had been the star quarterback at our high school. He had gotten an athletic scholarship and had gone off to become a stand out college quarterback. Shayleen had gone to the same university and they had hooked up, gone steady and gotten engaged. They got married when they graduated. Todd was drafted by the Denver Broncos and he looked like a sure bet to make the team as a starter. He did start the second game of the pre-season. But a hard tackle had blown out his right knee and his career was over before it even got started. He became a bitter and abusive drunk and the second time he sent Shayleen to the emergency room she got rid of him. "Since then I have dated some, but have devoted most of my time to my career. What's your story? Two ex-wives already and not yet thirty? Should I even be out with you? Were you some kind of monster to those two girls?" She said it with a grin, but I knew that for her it was a really important question and a lot hinged on my answer. I told her about Glenda and how that had turned out and then I had to tell her about Gloria. When I graduated with my Bachelor's in Business Management I did not go into the family business right away. It pissed off my dad no end, but as I told him I had never worked any place other than the family business and I wanted to experience a few other things. I would try a few other things and after two or three years I would join the family business. I sent out a couple of dozen resumes and when Apex Industries offered me a position I took it. I was in my second week there and I was sitting in the break room having a cup of coffee when a very good looking redhead came over and asked if she could join me. We introduced ourselves. "You must be new. I've not seen you before." "I started two weeks ago." "Where do they have you?" "I'm in Asset Management. What do you do for the outfit?" "I'm in Accounting." I glanced at my watch and saw that it was time for me to get back to my desk so I told her that it was nice meeting her and that maybe we could have coffee again some time. Over the next couple of weeks we ran into each other several times in the break room and either I joined her or she joined me. We had coffee and talked and then one day I asked her to have dinner with me and she accepted. We had a fun date and I asked for another and she again said yes. The second date led to a series of dates. We had been dating for two months when one night when I brought her home she gave me a kiss and said: "It is time for you to fish or cut bait Frank." "What does that mean?" "You either like me enough to take things to the next level or you don't. Which is it?" We took things to the next level and then again three or four nights a week for the next three months. Then I asked her to marry me. She said yes and again my father insisted on a pre-nup and Gloria signed it without saying a word. We were married and I thought that we had a good and strong marriage. Silly me. After two years I left Apex and went into the family business. Six months after joining the business I went out of town on a buying trip. I was supposed to be gone three days, but I managed to get everything done in two and the evening of the second day I caught the late flight home. I called Gloria to let her know I'd be home early, but got the recorded message. I tried to get her on her cell, but it went to voice mail. I got home and let myself into the house and before the door even closed behind me I knew what was going on in the bedroom. I knew what I was going to find so I put my cell phone in picture taking mode and walked into the bedroom. I got three shots before they noticed me and another four while they scrambled to separate. I put the phone in my pocket, picked up the man's pants and took out his wallet and read the information off of his driver's license. I dropped the wallet on the floor and waited to see what Barry Wasour was going to do. He looked ready to fight so I said: "This is the way it goes down asshole. This is her house as well as mine so she has every right to invite people in. If I attack you I go to jail for assaulting you in a place that you had a right to be. You can hit me if you want to and I won't even defend myself until you get two punches in and then I'll half kill you and you will be the one going to jail for assaulting me. "That does not mean that you will get a free ride out of this. What it means is that I know your name and where you live and I'll be seeing you down the road somewhere. So either get dressed and get out or take your best shot." He hesitated and then shrugged, got dressed and left. While he was dressing I told Gloria to get dressed and get out. She dressed without a word and then left. I saw an attorney the next day and filed for a divorce and Gloria didn't fight it. Three weeks later a man in a ski mask beat Barry Wasour so bad that he had to go to the emergency room at County General. The police paid me a visit, but fortunately for me Josh Barnum was able to tell them that Mike Mattson and I were helping him change the engine in his truck at the time of Barry's assault. I told the story to Shayleen and added, "I never spoke with Gloria after she left the house that night so I have no idea of the why of it or how long it had been going on." Shayleen smiled and said, "Would you like to know?" "Not really. I don't think my ego could handle it if the reason was that I wasn't getting the job done." "I don't think that was the reason at all. I told you on the plane that I was a CPA but I didn't tell you that I was the head of Accounting at Apex. Gloria Marcella worked in my department. For some reason known only to God and the Human Resources department all the employees in Accounting are women and women are terrible gossips when there are no men around. "Gloria was engaged to be married to Barry Wasour and whenever the girls talked about men Gloria positively gushed over Barry. He could do no wrong. He was perfect in every way. He was the love of her life. As far as she was concerned their love was planned by the Gods. "One month before the wedding Barry told Gloria that he wasn't going to marry her and he left town. She was devastated and was pretty much a basket case for the next couple of months and then suddenly her mood changed. She had met another man. You, being a man and not used to noticing such things, probably didn't notice that you and Barry look a lot alike. Same size, same hair coloring, close to the same features. You got Gloria on the rebound and most likely it was because you reminded her so much of Barry. Then she got married and we didn't hear about Barry anymore. "About two years after she got married she came into work in a really bubbly mood and when one of the girls asked her what had her on such a high she said, and as I recall it, these are her exact words." "My Barry is back and he wants me." "Two weeks later she was telling every one that she was getting divorced so she and Barry could be together again. So two weeks is probably the answer to how long and the fact that you weren't Barry is probably the 'why' of it. She is still at Apex. She isn't a very happy lady. Barry dumped her and she realizes she screed up the good thing she had with a man who loved her in order to be with a man who didn't." I shrugged and she went on. "What seems odd to me is that you and I never saw each other. I was in that break room two or three times a day. You would think that we would have run into each other at least once in the hallways, lobby or parking lot." "I guess the fates weren't ready to put us together at that time. They must have wanted me to be rid of my baggage before they put us together."" "The fates? You think we were fated to meet in Atlanta?" "Absolutely. What are the odds on my fantasy girl showing up in the boarding area where I was sitting and then getting up and coming over to me because I couldn't take my eyes off of her? How many times have you gone over to talk to men who looked at you because they were so taken with your beauty that they couldn't take their eyes off of you? I'll bet that the total would be one and that one was that day in Atlanta. Am I right?" She smiled and said, "I'll never tell." After dinner we went to The Boom Boom Room for drinks and dancing. Dancing with Shayleen was a dream come to life. She fit. It sounds simple, but it was true. She fit into my arms like she was made for me. It was a great evening for me and as I drove her home I told her how much I had enjoyed her company and that I hoped we could do it again. I was stunned when she said that she hoped so too. Consider my mindset at the time. Two disastrous relationships with the opposite sex. I was probably the most insecure man in a six state area and the girl I had dreamed about all the way through high school just told me that she would like to go out with me again. Add to my insecurities that I considered Shayleen to be way, way out of my league and it was no wonder that I was stunned. I stared ahead at the road as my mind raced and then Shayleen said, "Well say something." "I'm thinking, I'm thinking. Do you like classical music?" "As long as it isn't opera. Why?" "There is an all Beethoven concert at the Civic Center Auditorium Wednesday evening. Would you like to go?" "I would indeed." I was walking on air as I escorted her to her door ad then said goodnight. She went up on her toes (I was 6'1" and she was 5'2") and kissed me on the cheek and I felt as if I had just won the lottery. I slept very well that night. \+++++++++++++++++++ We had a grand time at the concert and when I took her home I asked her to go out with me on Friday and she said yes. That began a relationship that had us dating two or three times a week. On one of those dates I picked her up from work because her car was in the shop. As I got out of the car to open the door for Shayleen I saw Gloria come out the front door of the building. She stopped when she saw me holding the door for Shayleen and she stood there and stared. I maybe wrong, but I thought the look on her face was one of sadness. After the second week the kisses were on the lips instead of the cheek. I ached for Shayleen. I wanted so badly to make love to her that it was driving me crazy, but I was always conscience of the fact that I thought that Shay was way out of my league and I didn't want to do anything that might scare her off. And to be absolutely honest in the back of my mind was the thought that I'd had two wives and something had to be wrong with me because both of them had gone to other men. Roger in Glenda's case and Barry in Gloria's. What if I tried with Shayleen and disappointed her and she wouldn't see me again? I was driving Shayleen home from an evening of country/western dancing when she said: "Are we going anywhere?" "Just home unless you have somewhere else you want to go." "That isn't what I mean and you know it. Is our relationship going anywhere or are we going to be just friends?" The question caught me flatfooted and I didn't say anything. "Talk to me Frank." I took a deep breath and then said, "I want it to go somewhere. God knows that I want us to last forever, but I'm afraid." "Afraid of what?" "That I won't be man enough for you." "And why would you think that?" I explained my fears and she said, "Those stupid girls really did a number on you didn't they." I shrugged and said, "Girls are always joking about how fragile a man's ego is, but even though they are joking it is still a truth. Between what Glenda did with Roger and Gloria did with Barry my ego is so low that it is keeping company with whale shit and as you know that is on the bottom of the ocean. If I were to be a disappointment to you I don't know that I could ever recover from it. With those thoughts on my mind I've been afraid to try and take our relationship any farther." "If I am understanding you right you are saying that you want me, but are afraid that you won't be man enough for me right?" I nodded a yes. "Well it might just surprise you to know that I have the same fears. I'm afraid that I might not be woman enough for you. The only way either of us is going to find out the answer is to make it happen." She said that just as we were pulling into her driveway. I parked and looked over at her and asked: "Are you sure?" "Come on in and find out." I can't speak for Shay on my performance, but she was more than woman enough for me. We made out like teenagers on her couch until she pulled away from me. Took my hand and led me to her bedroom. We undressed each other and then she got on the bed and waited. I saw her face register surprise when instead of mounting her I settled in to eat her pussy. I munched on her until she panted: "I want you in me Frank. Please Frank. Please make love to me." I moved up and slid into her and then made slow gentle love to her until she cried out: "Harder. Fuck me harder." I did as she asked and I was rewarded for my efforts when she had a screaming orgasm. An actual loud screaming orgasm. Glenda and Gloria had orgasms when we had sex, but never loud screaming ones. I came and held myself in Shay until I softened and then I rolled over and settled in beside her. She rolled onto her side, put her arms around me and held me tight. After a bit she murmured into my chest: "If you don't ask me to marry you after that I'll kill you." I held her tight and said, "I'm too young to die so I guess I'll have to do it, but I won't ask until I have the ring and can do it in the traditional way." "We can shop for the ring in the morning." She slid down, took my cock in her mouth and we made love twice more before falling asleep in each other's arms. I woke up alone, but I smelled the coffee and I got up and followed my nose into the kitchen. Shay smiled at me, poured me a cup and told me where the cream and sugar were and then asked me how I liked my eggs. I told her scrambled and then sat down at the kitchen table to sip my coffee and watch her work. After a minute I asked: "Did last night really happen or was it just a dream?" "You bet your sweet ass it did and I'm holding you to it. The malls open at nine and we are going ring shopping." \++++++++++++++++++ One the way to the Miracle Mile Mall I asked Shayleen, "Why on earth were you afraid that you wouldn't be enough for me?" She was quiet for several seconds and then she said, "If I was woman enough I should have been able to pull Todd through his depression and give him a reason to work at keeping me happy. I couldn't do that and I finally had to give up on him. "After my divorce I dated several guys, went to bed with a few of them, but after a couple of times they dropped me and moved on to other women. I became the female version of how you saw yourself. Always asking myself what was wrong with me/" "All I can say is that if there was a problem it was with them and not you." She looked away from me and stared out the passenger side window for about a minute and then said: "I'm not being completely honest with you." "What are you not being honest about?" "Let me ask you a question. If you had feelings for a woman wouldn't you fight for her?" "Of course I would." "Well apparently I wasn't woman enough for the guys I was interested in to want me enough to fight for me." "I don't understand what you are trying to tell me." "Todd threatens every man I seem to take an interest in. He catches them alone some place and tells them to stay away from me if they know what's good for them. Most just stayed away from me after he talked to them, but two of them told him to stuff it and he beat them up pretty badly and then warned them that if they pressed charges he would find a way for them to 'accidentally die' when he got out of jail. They must have believed him because they never called the police. They did call me and tell me that they couldn't see me any more and why. "I called the police and then tried to get a restraining order, but I was told that there was nothing they could do since I wasn't the one he was threatening. They did urge me to try and get the men he threatened to come forward, but none of them would." "He hasn't done anything to you?" "Not since the last time he sent me to the hospital. He did call me once or twice a month to ask me if I'd come to my senses yet and was ready to come back to him. I told him it would be a cold day in hell before we would ever get back together. He hasn't called in almost four months so I guess he has finally accepted things. Either that or he has moved away." "We have been seeing each other for three and a half months and I have not seen him." "I just hope he is gone and I never hear from him again." "Not to worry my love. Even if he shows I'm not going anywhere. You are stuck with me for life." We found the ring she wanted at Zales and it was in her size so I paid for it and put the box in my pocket. I intended a romantic dinner that evening and for dessert have the ring brought to the table on a silver tray. I would then get on my knees and ask her to marry me, but as we walked past the fountain in the mall's center court I changed my mind. I stopped Shay and turned her to me and then took a knee. I took the box out of my pocket, took out the ring and held it out to her and asked her to be my wife. She got down on her knees, hugged and kissed me and said she would love to marry me. I slipped the ring on her finger and then we raced home to celebrate. \+++++++++++++++++++++ We had both gone the big wedding route before and decided that we didn't want to do it again. We decided that a simple civil ceremony would do it for us. We went for the license and the blood tests and then sat down and talked thing over. We decided that she would sell her house and we would keep mine. She moved in with me and put her house up for sale. Even though we had decided on a civil ceremony we knew we would have to do something for friends and relatives so we started planning a celebration/party/reception and sent out invitations. It was a Monday night and Shay was in Memphis doing an audit on the Apex facility there. I was sitting on a stool at Frank's Place, a bar close to work, and enjoying a cold beer. I had been coming into Frank's Place since way before I was even old enough to drink. I used to come in with my dad after work and drink a Coke while he and some of the men from the plant drank beer and talked. I was on very friendly terms with Fred who was the bartender. Fred also owned the place and why it was named Frank's Place and not Fred's Place is something that I could never get Fred to tell me. I was nursing my beer and watching Monday Night Football on the TV up on the wall at the end of the bar. The Bronco's were playing Kansas City and so far it was a scoreless tie. A guy sat down on the stool next to me on my right which I thought strange since there were four open stools to my left and there had been five empties to my right. The guy ordered a Bud and when Fred set it down in front of him he took a pull, swallowed and then turned to me and asked: "Do you believe in promises?" "I beg your pardon?" "Do you believe that promises should be kept?" "I guess I do, but I guess it would depend on circumstances." "Like what?" "Were they made jokingly or seriously?" "Ones that are made seriously." "Then they should be kept unless something happens to make it impossible to keep them." "That's not the way I see it. A promise made in a serious situation should be kept no matter what." "Why are we having this conversation?" "It is simple really. In front of God and eighty-six friends and relatives Shayleen promised to be mine until death do us part. She also promised to be mine for better or worse and I'm holding her to those promises. You need to stay away from her. Her getting a divorce is meaningless. She is mine until we are parted by death." "Sorry, but I don't see it that way." "You had better because if you don't I'll beat you half to death and I'll keep on doing it until you get the message." I waved Fred over. "Are we on good enough terms that I can ask you for a huge favor?" "You can't have my wife. But I guess I'm open for just about anything else." The bar stools we were sitting on were the swivel type and I picked up my beer as though I was going to take a drink and then I swiveled and threw the beer in Lucero's face. His hands went up to his eyes and I grabbed my beer bottle by its long neck and swung it hitting Lucero hard on the side of his head. He fell off the bar stool onto the floor and I got up and kicked him twice in the nuts and once in the ribs. I turned to Fred and said: "The favor I need is for you not to call the cops. This asshole is Shay's ex-husband and he just warned me to stay away from her or he was going to kick my ass. I'm going to take him out to the alley and have a little talk with him. Okay with you?" "Not a problem Frank." I grabbed Lucero by his shirt collar and drug him to the back door. Fred opened the door for me and held it open while I pulled Lucero out into the alley and then proceeded to beat the living shit out of him. I broke his nose, dislocated his jaw and I think I broke a rib or two. When I got tired I sat him up against the brick wall and said: "Listen to me asswipe. Pay very close attention. You stay away from Shay and you stay away from me. If I see you again I'll take care of that till death do us part thing that you think is so important. I'm as serious as death here. You come anywhere near either of us and I'll put you in your grave. And don't bother going to the police. You saw how Fred acted. He will back me when the cops show up. You came in, started an argument with me and then hit me. I defended myself and you lost. The rest of the people in the bar know me and will back me up. What you need to do is go away and stay away. Understand?" He didn't say anything so I grabbed a handful of his hair and slammed his head back against the brick wall and asked again. "Do you understand me?" "Yes." "Yes what?" "I understand you." "Best that you do Lucero; best that you do." I went back into the bar and bought a round for the house (all four of them) and then sat down to watch the game. I didn't tell Shay about my meeting with Lucero because I saw no reason to possibly upset her. \++++++++++++++++++ I try very hard not to be stupid. I realized from what Shay had told me of her ex that he was quite possibly unstable and prone to reckless behavior and I knew that he wasn't very happy about the outcome of our meeting. I decided that it would be best if I were to be prepared in case there was a second meeting with him. Frontier Firearms had just what I was looking for. I purchased a Llama .380 which is a small copy of the Colt 1911 A1. I had to wait two days for my background check to come back and then I took delivery of the pistol and went to an indoor range and got familiar with it. I took the eight hour class necessary to get the certificate needed to get a concealed carry permit, took it to the sheriff's department, got the permit and then hoped that I had wasted my time and money. Several weeks went by with no sign of Lucero and I began to think that I'd read the man wrong. It was a Wednesday night and Shay was off playing cards with her sorority sisters so I had the evening to myself. Because I had no place to go and nothing to do I decided to stay late at the office and clear up some paperwork. It was seven –ten and already turning dark when I left the building and headed for the lone car in the parking lot. Three men came around the corner of the back of the building and headed toward me. One of them was Lucero. "About time you came out asshole. This time it is your turn to be a punching bag." "Don't think so asswipe. I told you that if you ever came near me again I'd take care of that death do us part thing you were so concerned with" I said as I reached under my sports coat for the .38o in the hip holster. I pulled it out, pulled back the slide and released it to chamber a round and then I pointed it at the three men and pulled the trigger. The sound of the shot split the silence of the night. I'd deliberately aimed the shot into the space between Lucero and one of his buddies, but they didn't know that. As far as they knew I was shooting at them. I saw the wet spot appear on the front of Lucero's pants before he and his two pals turned and ran back the way they came. I fired another shot into the air to spur them along and they got to the end of the building and turned the corner and they were gone. I policed up my brass, got in my car and took a quick look around and didn't see anyone. With any luck anyone who heard the shots wouldn't associate them with gunshots at least not in that neighborhood. I went home, broke the weapon down and thoroughly cleaned it. I tossed the clothes I was wearing into the washing machine and then I got in the shower. I scrubbed my right hand and forearm with a brush a couple of times. My hope was that I could get rid of any gunshot residue in case the police did come to call. Even if no one saw what happened I couldn't be sure that Lucero wouldn't be stupid enough to tell the cops I'd shot at him. If he did he was setting himself and his buddies up, but I didn't give him credit for having much in the way of brains. If the cops did show up and couldn't find any evidence (GSR featured big on cop and CSI shows) it would be my word against his and he did have a history of screwing around with the men who saw his ex-wife. I would claim that he made it all up to get me tossed in jail and have to put the wedding off. \+++++++++++++++++++++ I was in bed asleep when Shay got home, but that didn't stop her from waking me up with a blow job. "Sorry baby" she said when I was fully awake, "But I'm horny as hell and I need you to do something to take care of the problem." I of course did what was needed and then we snuggled up and fell asleep. In the morning I asked her what had fired her up the previous evening. "I can't tell you." "Why not?" "Because what the girls talk about while we play cards stays with us. All I can tell you is that what one of the girls told us last night turned me on something fierce." I kept trying to get it out of her, but she wouldn't budge other than to say if we kept talking about it she would keep thinking about it and that would have her trying to fuck me to death. Needless to say I decided to bring the subject up often. What I didn't realize at the time was that there was going to come a day when I would wish that I hadn't. \++++++++++++++++ When I got to the office in the morning I did something I should have done the day after my first encounter with Lucero. I made an appointment with a private investigator. That afternoon I saw him and gave him the information I had taken from Lucero's driver's license and then told him that I wanted him to find out whatever he could about Lucero. A week later I got a call from the PI and he told me that he had what I wanted. I dropped by his office and got the report. The over four months that Lucero hadn't called Shay to ask if she was ready to come back to him were because he was in jail. He did ninety days for something to do with marijuana and when he got out he got into a fight in a bar and got another thirty days. He wasn't working. He couldn't hold a job because he was incapable of taking orders from his bosses and he kept getting fired. I had been right in my assumption that he was unstable and I decided that I needed a permanent solution to the Todd Lucero problem. It cost me a few bucks and a few favors and a few favors called in, but the job got done. Following a phone tip the cops pulled Lucero over and a search of his vehicle found enough grass and cocaine that he went down for possession with intent to distribute. As a bonus he got in a fight with the cops that pulled him over and that got him additional charges. In jail he got into a fight with another prisoner and ended up breaking the arm of one of the cops that tried to break up the fight and that got him even more time. I smiled knowing that if he kept it up he would never get out. I never shared any of this with Shay and just let her think that he had given up on her and had left town. \++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Shay and I married and I received a surprise at the party following the ceremony. Shay had issued a blanket invitation to all of the girls she worked with never for one minute thinking that Gloria would come, but she did. The party had been going on for an hour when Gloria walked up to where Shay and I were sitting and asked Shay if she would mind if she danced with the bridegroom. Shay said "Enjoy" without batting an eye. I more than likely would have said "No thanks" if I would have been sitting there without Shay or if I would have spoken up before Shay, but it was Shay's night and if she was okay with it I wasn't going to do anything to spoil the night. I got up and walked out onto the dance floor with Gloria and as we positioned ourselves for the slow waltz – me being a touch on the stiff side – Gloria said: "Don't be pissed at me Frank, but I had to do this. It has taken me forever to work up the nerve to face you. I need to apologize to you for my actions. I never did talk to you after that day when you walked in on me and Barry. Too happy at first and then too ashamed later." "Too happy?" Just then the music stopped and Gloria asked if we could go off to the side and talk. I have to admit that the "Too happy" remark had made me curious so I walked Gloria back to where Shay was sitting and told her that Gloria and I were going to find a quiet place to talk. Shay smiled and told Gloria: "Just make damned sure that you bring him back." We went outside on the patio, sat down on a bench and Gloria said: "You did nothing wrong Frank. You were a marvelous husband and I really did care for you, but you were not my first choice. I never told you about Barry. No reason to because he was in my past, but to understand what I did to you you have to know that past. "Barry was my soul mate. It may sound corny, but to me our love was written in the stars. Barry was my everything. He could do no wrong. We were fated to grow old together. I'm serious Frank. Every atom in my body ached for the man. We were together from the seventh grade on. We planned on being married when we finished college. We graduated and Barry was offered a job in Los Angeles. I'd been to L.A. and I hated the place. I told Barry and told him that we wouldn't be happy there. He looked me right in the eye and told me that he was going. With me or without me, he was going and then he walked away from me. Just that quick. Less than a five minute talk and he got up and walked away leaving me sitting at the table in the restaurant. "I was more than upset. I was steaming and I wouldn't talk to him for a week and then when I felt that I had punished him enough I called him only to find out he had already left for California. I was crushed. My other half, the yin to my yang had walked off and left me. I was crushed. I don't know if you have ever had a love like that Frank, but I was left with a completely empty feeling. I was dead inside. It took me a while to get over it and come out of my shell. "Then I met you and fell in love with you. I honestly did fall in love with you Frank, but it wasn't the bone deep love that I had felt for Barry. I was happy in our marriage Frank; I really was, but then Barry came back and called me. He told me that he had come to realize that he wasn't complete without me. I'm ashamed to tell you that I didn't once think of you Frank. My Barry was back. My Barry was back and he wanted me. When you caught us it was our first time since he had come back. "When you ordered me out of the house my mindset was "I'm free to go to my love" and I left the house without a word. Unfortunately, while Barry was gone he had changed. Or maybe not. Maybe he was always that way, but I was too blinded by my love to see it. Whatever. When I left the house I moved in with Barry and within three months I was saying to myself "I gave up Frank for this?" It was a classic case of "Be careful what you ask for because you might just get it." "For what it is worth Frank I have missed you and I've missed what we had, but I also realize that the blame for losing both rests squarely on me. None of it was your fault Frank. You did nothing wrong. You were the kind of husband that most girls search for and never find and I had it and I threw it away." She stood up and said, "Thanks for letting me get that off my chest." She bent and kissed me and then walked away. I watched he walk away and then I got up and rejoined my new bride. "What was that all about" Shay asked. I told her what Gloria had said and then I said, "I guess she felt like she needed some sort of closure." "How about you? Did you need closure?" "No. I had my closure when I told her to get out of the house." "Come on sweetie; give the girl a little credit. It took some guts for her to do that." "So what? So now she feels a little better? That doesn't change the fact that she ripped my guts out when she did what she did with Barry and left me to live with the pain and self doubts. First Glenda and then Gloria? I spent one hell of a lot of time asking myself what was wrong with me because of that. Her saying "Sorry" doesn't erase any of that from my life. None of it has instantly disappeared from my memory because she said she was sorry." "You're right. Forget I mentioned it. Now, since it is our party, you need to get me out onto the dance floor." I met the girls that Shay played cards with at the party and I commented to Shay on one of them. Her name was Mary and besides being a sorority sister she also worked at Apex. Mary was pregnant and at seven months pregnant she looked like sex personified. I didn't doubt for one second that the room wasn't full of men with hard ons after seeing her and yes, that included me. I mentioned it to Shay and she smiled and said: "She certainly does have that effect doesn't she?" It was a remark that would come back to haunt me. \+++++++++++++++++++++++++ The next five years were the happiest of my life. We spent those years going places and doing things and then one day Shay said: "It is time for me to be a mommy. Are you up for it?" "When have I not been up for you?" "Right thing to say sweetie, but what do you think?" "I've just been waiting for you to say that you were ready." "Okay then. The pills go into the trash today and we will start working on making it happen." Two months later over dinner Shay said, "Guess what happened today?" "You won the lottery?" "Close. I saw the doctor today. The rabbit died. You are going to be a daddy." Shay had always been gorgeous, but a pregnant Shay positively glowed and looked sexier than ever. I couldn't keep my hands off of her and our sex life jumped from three or four times a week to almost daily and often more than once. That 'glowing sexuality' is what caused what happened next. Unless she was out of town doing an audit Shay usually beat me home. It was a Tuesday and Shay was in her seventh month. I came home to find her sitting at the kitchen table going over some papers. She didn't smile at me when I walked into the room. She pointed at the chair opposite her and said: "You need to sit down Frank. We need to talk." Sensing that it was something really serious I said nothing and sat down. I looked at her and she said: "I've tried to think of a way to soften this, but I can't think of a thing so I'm just going to have to put it out there. I've done a really stupid thing and it can't be undone. I'll leave it to you to get the divorce. There won't be any alimony and only minimal child support and only while I'm of work on maternity leave. We will have shared custody of the child. I'll move into one of the spare bedrooms until I can find a place." "Divorce? What the fuck are you talking about?" "I told you Frank. I did a stupid thing and it has bitten me on the ass. I'm just trying to make things as easy as I can now rather than wait for you to throw me out." "Will you please just cut out the shit and tell me what the fuck is going on here?" When she finally started telling me the story it shocked me. It started years ago at one of her card nights. The girls let their hair down and shared things with each other that they would never tell anyone else. One of the girls, Mary, told the rest of the girls about something that she had done. She had always wondered what sex with a black man would be like. She had heard so much about their size and stamina that she had always wondered if any of it was true. "I was already pregnant so I didn't have to worry about condoms or condom breakage so when Travon, a black man who worked over in Asset Management, made a pass at me I decided to satisfy my curiosity. One time and no one would ever know right?" One of the other girls, Nancy, said, "Travon made a pass at you? You are six months pregnant girl." "He told me that pregnant I was still sexier than two thirds of the other girls he knew." "Did you do it?" Beth Ann asked "I did. Dave (her husband) was out of town on business so I took Travon home with me." "And?" "And what?" "Was any of it true? The size and stamina thing?" Mary had laughed and had said, "I'm not telling. All I'm going to say is that for the three nights Dave was gone Travon was in my bed." "Are you still seeing him?" "No. I satisfied my curiosity. No one for me but Dave any more." I shook my head at that. Mary had seemed like a sweet and innocent girl to me when I met her at our reception. I did remember commenting on her sexuality. "So what has any of that to do with this divorce stuff?" "Remember those Wednesday nights when I came home from my card game and damned near fucked you to death?" I nodded a yes. "It was because I was so turned on by what Mary was telling us. The pure wickedness of it was exciting to think about. A married woman, six months pregnant, fucking a black man just to satisfy a curiosity. I imagined his black body on top of her pregnant white body and it made my juices flow." "So it made you want to try a black man? "No. No it didn't. At least not then." "But you have since? Is that what this is all about? You found yourself a black lover and you are dumping me for him?" "Good God no! There is no way that I would ever leave you for another man." "Then what is this all about?" "Curiosity." "Curiosity?" "I was pregnant and Travon started making passes at me. You need to understand this part Frank. I know that you are always telling me how sexy I am pregnant, but you love me and you are going to say things that you feel will make me feel good. But that doesn't mean that I take you seriously. You say you see a sexy wife, but when I look into the mirror I see a bloated whale so when another man starts telling me I look sexy I eat it up. "Three weeks ago when I was in Baltimore to do the audit Travon was part of the team that I went with. We were there for three days and the entire time Travon was telling me how sexy I was and how much I was turning him on. And I admit that when he started coming on to me I remembered what Mary talked about on our card nights and I got curious about the same things she was curious about. Over those three days in Baltimore that curiosity built up. The last night we were there I convinced myself that I wouldn't hurt you or us if I satisfied that curiosity because it would be a one time thing and you would never know. I went up to Travon's room with him. I let him undress me. I let him suck on my breasts and then I watched him undress. He cock was hard when he got naked and he walked over to me, took my hand and put it on his cock and I started stroking it. He put his hands on my shoulders and started to push me down so I could take him in my mouth. I started to go to my knees and about halfway down a voice in my head screamed out: "What the fuck are you doing?!!!!" I straightened up, told Travon that I just couldn't do it. I just couldn't cheat on you and I started to dress. He tried to stop me and I kneed him in the balls, finished dressing and got the hell out of his room." "Well I didn't know until you just told me. The question is why? Why tell me now?" "Because I owe it to you to get it from me and not from somebody else." "Who else knows besides you and this Travon character?" "I don't know that any one else knows. I haven't told any one; not even my sorority sisters." "Then why did you think that you had to tell me? Who was going to blow the whistle on you?" "Travon. The asshole had a camera set up somewhere in his room. He came to me yesterday and told me that I had hurt him when I kneed him and that I had to kiss it and make it better. I told him to fuck off and die and then he said I'd better do it or he would send you the tape he made. I told him bullshit and he showed me some video captures that he had. They were pretty explicit. One showed both of us naked with my right breast in his mouth and one showed me with my hand on his cock. He said besides you he was going to see that copies were passed around at work." "So what are you going to do?" "I told him you were going out of town over the weekend so I would see him Friday." "Why Friday? I'm not going to be out of town so what does that have to do with it?" "It has to be Friday. If I do it Wednesday or Thursday he would be missed when he didn't show up at work or call in. Someone might get curious and go check on him. If I do it Friday no one will miss him until Monday or Tuesday." "Miss him?" "I intend to cut his cock off and watch him bleed to death. I'll use Saturday and Sunday to go through his place and find any hidden cameras and any film I can find. I figure that if he filmed me he filmed others. I'll take mine and leave the others. When the police find the body and the film of the other women those women and their significant others will be who the police investigate. It is a gamble and I know it, but the asshole picked the wrong woman to try and blackmail." \+++++++++++++++++++++++ When Travon opened his door Friday evening and saw Shayleen standing there his face lit up in a big smile. It only lasted a few seconds though. The pepper spray she shot into his face wiped the grin away and as his flew to his face I stepped from the side of the door frame where I couldn't be seen if he looked through the door peep hole and moved into the room. His hands were still rubbing his eyes when I buried my fist into his stomach. It took the wind out of him and made it easier to handle him. I moved him into his kitchen, sat him down on a chair and then used zip ties to secure him to it. Shay got some towels and a wash rag and cleaned his face and then sat down across from him. I just looked at him and waited. Finally he said: "Who are you? What do you want?" "I'm Shayleen's husband and what I want is to cause you some extreme pain for the pain you caused me." "How the fuck did I cause you pain? I don't even know your ass." "You fucked up my happy marriage and now you have to pay for it." "Bullshit! It wasn't me. She was willing. All I did was offer her what she wanted. I didn't chase after her." "Sure you did. When it came time to fish or cut bait she said no, but you just had to come after her. That was your big mistake. The thing about blackmail is that it doesn't work unless the person you are trying to blackmail cooperates. In this case Shayleen isn't cooperating. You threatened to tell me and she said "Fuck it" and told me herself. Even though she didn't go through with it the fact that she started out to do it probably will have a major impact on our marriage. A marriage that I was extremely happy with until I found out about that trip to Baltimore. "The thing is, I would never have know if you would have just accepted that no means no and had left Shayleen alone. But you didn't leave her alone so here I am. In a way you should be glad that I'm here. Shay's original plan was to show up here tonight, cut your cock off and then watch you bleed to death. I couldn't let her do that although I do think it would be a fitting punishment for you. But I don't want my child to be born in a prison hospital. However, I can't see letting you off Scott free so I talked Shay into going along with my plan. "It would embarrass me no end to have pictures of Shay showing up anywhere. People would be looking at me and thinking things like "You poor boob. Being married to a slut like that." I don't want stuff like that to happen so my solution to the problem is to get the material in question. All of it. The originals, any copies you may have made. Sounds simple right? The problem here is that I don't trust you. You could say that I have it all even though you have other copies stashed somewhere or maybe even a duplicate tape. So what I am going to do is adapt Shay's original idea." I opened up the tool box that I had brought with me and took out a pair of bolt cutters. I held them up in front of his face and then said: "I'm going to start with the little toe on your left foot and then work my way across until I get to the little toe on your right foot. Next will be the fingers on the left had followed by the fingers on the right. Hopefully, before I get to the point of putting out your eyes you will have given me what I want. What I want is the location of every camera in this place. The location of every recording device in this place and the location of all the material that you have. Video, still, digital or whatever, I want it all." I opened the jaws of the bolt cutters and placed them around his little toe and said, "Start talking." He sneered at me, laughed and said, "Who the fuck you think you are kidding." I nodded at Shay and she covered his mouth with a towel to muffle the scream and I cut off his little toe. I gave it a minute and then I nodded at Shay and she removed the towel. He was blubbering and moaning: "Oh fuck! Oh Jesus! You did it! You fucking did it! It fucking hurts. Stop the bleeding man; stop the fucking bleeding." "Forget that toe Travon; it is gone and it isn't coming back." I moved the bolt cutters to the next toe and said, "Okay; let's try this again. Talk to me Travon; talk to me" and talk he did. While Shay bandaged his toe I went looking and found everything right where he said it would be. We collected all the cameras and recorders and behind a false wall in a closet we found all of the blackmail material. Shay raised an eyebrow as she looked at some of it. "Travon has been a very busy boy. If this material falls into the wrong hands he would be in big trouble." "How so?" His bosses wife AND his bosses daughter. My bosses wife and a half dozen other women who work at Apex. God help Travon if the husbands of these women were to see this stuff." The conversation took place in front of Travon and I looked him in the eye and said: "Here is the way it plays Travon. If the police show up at our place asking questions about what went on here tonight we will make all of this material available to the husbands, boyfriends, fathers and brothers of these women. Just accept that you fucked up and tried your shit on the wrong woman and write it off as a learning experience." I told Shay to take all the stuff out and put it in the trunk of the car and when she was gone I cut Travon loose from the chair and said: "One more thing. I didn't want to say this in front of Shay, but if I hear that you ever try anything with her again I promise you that they will never find your body. Take care and have a nice weekend" and I walked out of his place and joined Shayleen in the car. To be continued.
Bedsprings Arc Pt. 06	64,003	4.72	236,164	[ "gay spanking" ]	Author's Note: Plot? What plot? I need no plot, I have Evan Fucking Please-Die Rosier and Matty Dean going at it like rabbits. And the world can never have too much Evan and Matty going at it like rabbits. They're on vacation somewhere. At a farm. For some terribly relevant reason that I might explain if asked at some time when I'm not focused on the sex. Warning for kink, spankings, and role-play. But hey, if you've dealt with Evan and Matty this far, do you really need warnings? Dedicated to the artist Pirotess, for the picture she drew to give me the inspiration I so desperately needed. \* The ice cream carton is almost empty by the time he finds me. I hear the barn door slide and freeze. "Matty," he grumbles. "You're so dead." It's very fucking important to stay still. I weigh each breath, low and quiet, hearing his footsteps enter, stirring up stray footfalls of dust. A melting drop of ice cream falls from my spoon and hits my shirt. I swear aloud, and only a moment later realize what a mistake this is. The ladder rattles and a moment later his head appears over the edge of the loft. "Matty. Darling." His voice is laced with menace. I'm so screwed. I hide the carton of ice cream behind my back and smile innocently at him. "Hi." He takes another step up, resting his arms on the edge of the loft. "I believe I warned you what would happen if you stole my last carton of caramel fudge swirl." I lick the spoon slowly, running my tongue along the flat of it, then up along the rim, cleaning the last drops of melting cream from it. "You threatened to fucking impale me." "I might have to do worse." He takes one more step, then another, cresting the top of the ladder. I decide I'll take my chances at escape, and scramble to my feet. He makes a grab for me. I duck, he slips, tripping me by accident, and we go down in a heap on the hay, me straddled awkwardly over his lap. Swearing at my bad luck, I make another attempt to run for it, and he grabs me by the belt, hauling me back. He bends me over his lap, holding me in place with a firm hand on my lower back as he reaches for the ice cream, which has now dissolved into a puddle of off-white sludge in the bottom of the carton. "Bitch," he mutters, setting the carton back down, and pushes my shirt up, rolling me over so that he can take off my belt and unfasten my jeans. "What are you doing?" I ask, struggling curiously, as he takes my belt and uses it to tie my wrists together. His answer is to roll me back over and yank my pants down, baring my ass. My eyes widen. "Fuck. Evan!" His hand connects with my ass with a crack like a bone caught in a food processor. I yell, because that fucking hurts. "HEY!" He does it again. And again. I'm struggling in earnest now, because it feels like I sat down on a fucking stove, and he's not about to stop. Around the fifth or sixth spank I hear myself fucking whimper at the pain, still struggling and swearing at him. "Get your fuck—ah!—fucking hands off me—OW! FUCK!—you fucking wanker!" "Shut up," he says. He's smirking. As usual. He hits my ass again, and I realize with horror that at some point my struggles have become less focused on escape, and I'm grinding myself against his leg with every blow. I am so aroused. And he knows it. So he spanks me again. And again. I've lost count. "Evan," I mew, hands clawing uselessly at the hay, still trying to escape, although I think my legs have melted from the pain in my ass. "Please." He hesitates with his hand raised, lowering it to stroke one of my buttocks, cupping it in his palm. I wince at the touch. "Please what?" he asks. "Please," I whimper. "No more." I get another spank for my trouble. "That's for me to decide, bitch"—spank—"not you." Spank. "You need to be punished." Spank. "Unless you think you've learned your lesson." "Yes." I'm quivering. I didn't know I was capable of being this aroused while in this much pain, although Evan's hardly the type to be gentle with me. "I'll be good." "Will you?" Spank. "Be a good little bitch?" "Yes," I writhe. "Master?" "Is that a request?" His hand hesitates. I pounce the opportunity. "Yes. Please. Please fuck me?" He caresses my ass, considering. "Sure." He grins at me in a way that makes me shudder to think of what I just begged to endure on my already burning ass. Right now, I want to go sit down in a bucket of ice, not get fucked. He leans back, reaching for the carton again, and I stare at him. "I thought you were gonna fuck me," I start, watching him lift out the spoon, dripping with melted ice cream. "Oh, I am." He says, smirking. "Don't you want lube?" "Well, yeah, but I didn't—oh. Fuck." Upon realizing his intentions, I start struggling again. He shifts our positions so that I'm still on my stomach in the hay, and he's straddling my waist so he has no problem holding me down while his hands are busy. Firm hands spread my aching ass, and I wince as drops of still-icy wet cream hit my exposed anus, the only part of my ass that's not currently aching for cool relief. Then something even colder presses against it, and I hear a tormented whine escape my lips, clawing at the ground in a futile attempt at escape as he smears the spoonful of melted goo over my crack, then turns the spoon around, gliding the rounded end of the handle into me. I start swearing more than ever. "Oh, fuck, Evan! That's cold!" His hand hits the side of my ass with a raw smack. I'm grateful he has the sense to be careful of the spoon. "Suffer," he recommends, helpfully. I moan. "Please just fuck me." After a moment I add, under my breath, huffing strands of hair out of my face. "You crazy fucking bastard." He pulls the spoon out without warning. I hear the pop it makes and wince, cussing him out until he gives me another spank and I shut up, gritting my teeth at the pain and comforting myself by imagining how he'd like it if someone rammed an ice cream spoon up his ass. He moves off me and I shift onto my knees, exposing my ass obediently for him. "Good boy," he says, kissing an ass cheek as he slathers more of the ice cream on my asshole. "Please fucking die," I grumble, bracing myself. He hovers over me, and I can feel his breath ruffling the hair at the back of my neck before he starts pressing into me. My moan goes through my entire body, gliding like ice down my back, and I hear him growl appreciatively in return as he pushes in, slow and steady. He hilts it in me, then stops. I'm grateful for the pause, gasping as I try to get used to it inside me. I'll never get used to his cock. It's too obscene. I whine, writhing, and after a moment he starts to move. I know I'm still in trouble, so I can't hope that he'll be gentle, and he fucks the way he likes it, hard, ruthless, almost cruel, but so damn good. I hate myself, but I know I'm begging for more with every breath, dissolving into pleas and moans under his touch. My breath catches and I start to shudder, about to come, but his hand reaches down and wraps tight around the base of my cock, stopping it. I yelp in surprise and indignation, shaking with need. "No, Evan, please, please let me come," I beg, scratching at the floor, tears running down my face with need. "Please, please, please let me." "Not yet," he growls, still rutting into me. "Not before me." I keep begging, regardless, overwhelmed with pain and desperation, until he finally comes, agonizing minutes later, releasing me into my own orgasm. Relief crashes into me and I come, hard, screaming. I open my eyes a few minutes later to realize I must have passed out from orgasm, because he's done already and pulled out. He's rolled me onto my back and is leaning over me worriedly, patting my cheek gently to wake me up. When I moan, he grins. "Matty. You fainted." I feel my face go as red as my ass. "I did not faint. I passed out from the abuse." "Same thing." He kisses me with a grin. I push him away, rolling over because it hurts to have weight on my ass. He lies next to me in the hay. "Matty?" "What?" I mumble, weakly. "That wasn't my last carton." I look up, staring at him in shock. "There's another freezer. A padlocked freezer, in the basement. It's stocked." My jaw has dropped, and I'm just staring. "So you—you didn't—you knew—you BASTARD!" He kisses my cheek. "Yes. But you didn't. And I'm not the type to waste a perfectly good opportunity." I moan, dropping my head into my arms in exasperation. "I'm denying you sex," I tell him. He smirks. "You can try."
10-7 Again: Due Care and Attention	119,369	4.5	330,633	[ "police", "pulled over", "car", "highway" ]	(The events in this story come after the events described in "10-7: Field Sobriety Test." I strongly recommend you read that story before this one.) \* Jen could remember a time when she would have been annoyed by the prospect of arriving home late at night, after a long day at work and an hour-long commute, only to find her husband asleep and her home in darkness. Tonight she was pleased by the idea. She didn't want to talk to him. She just wanted to put on her nightgown, slip into bed without waking Charles, and go to sleep. Two weeks had gone by, very slowly, since the night she had been pulled over by a state trooper named Trent. That night, in the front seat of his cruiser, she had straddled him, and she had taken his hard cock deep within her, and she had let him do as he pleased with her, and she had come away changed. She had crept like a stranger into her own home later that night, showered quickly in the downstairs bathroom, and slid into bed next to her sleeping husband. She lay awake all night for fear that Trent's strong hands had left a mark on her, or that Charles would smell him on her, or that she would give herself away somehow, but the next morning, everything was normal again. Charles was his sweet, gentle self, and Jen went back to work, and it was an ordinary day. Jen thought she was relieved. As that next day and the next crept by, Jen's mind drifted unbidden to that night on the side of the road. She could hear Trent's harsh whisper in her ear. She could feel the heat of his hard hands claiming her. Her pussy clenched, remembering the feeling of Trent's thick cock inside her. He had asked if her husband fucked her like this, and at first, she had fallen silent, not wanting her husband to intrude. Time passed, and she convinced herself that she had been protecting Charles, wanting to be loyal to him, not wanting to compound her sin by telling this stranger the truth. The truth was that Charles couldn't please her like this because he had not known she wanted this kind of pleasure. She had not known it herself. The nights were hardest. At first, the drive home was interminable. She would glance over at the gravel shortcuts where the state troopers would lie in wait for speeders. She would replay her encounter with Trent in her head, augmenting it with her own newly discovered fantasies. She would arrive home to find Charles asleep in bed. Afraid of waking him and facing the consequences, she might slide out of bed and creep into the bathroom, where she would straddle the toilet in the dark and bring herself to climax with her fingers and her vivid memories. Last Saturday, unable to stand the pressure of her own growing need, she had gone shopping for racy lingerie. Alone in the dressing room, she had admired the shape of her body in the black lace corset, every curve made magnificent in this seductress's garment. She had put everything on at home and then lain in wait for Charles, imagining the expression on his face as she slid her new satin robe off and showed herself to him. That night, she thought, she would not be his responsible and hard-working wife. In the candlelight, dressed in black lace, she would be a siren, a temptation, a seductive woman who was hungry for him. When the time came, she watched him come into their bedroom, and she slowly unfolded her legs from her perch on the edge of the bed before slowly walking toward him. She allowed the satin to slide over her shoulders, falling to her feet in a silken pool as she advanced on him. Charles smiled -- but it was not the smile she wanted. It was an indulgent smile, the kind one offers a child who is showing off a Halloween costume. "Aw, babe," he said, with that indulgent smile on his face. "Did you do all this for me?" Jen knew that the answer was no. She nodded yes anyway. He chuckled, and for a moment she was sure he was going to say that she was cute. She was not sure what she would do if that happened. "You don't have to do that for me," he said. He cupped her face between his hands. "You know I think you're sexy just the way you are." She could feel her eyes burn with tears. She was too close to him to turn away, and she knew he saw her eyes welling. He used his thumbs to gently dry her eyes, kissed her on the forehead and smiled at her again. "Now. Why don't you get into bed while I put out these candles?" That night in the dark, after she had unfastened everything and laid it carefully aside, Charles had made gentle love to her. He had stroked her clit in regular, counterclockwise circles -- a-one and a-two and a-three and a-four -- and carefully watched the expression on her face for some cue that she was ready for him. Jen had never understood what the cue was, some lift of her eyebrow or quirk of her mouth. It was something she did quite by accident, she was sure, because she was never entirely ready for him when he entered her, and he was usually done and quite pleased with himself before she was ready to begin. All of it -- the indulgent smile, the darkness, the predictable, forceless rhythm of him -- made her furious. Worse, memories of that unsatisfying episode, and the promise of hundreds more like it for the rest of her married life, had begun to crowd out thoughts of Trent. Charles said he found her sexy the way that she was. But he didn't really know her. He couldn't know her, because she didn't really know herself. Tonight, driving home late from work again, she considered the problem again. Was she really the wild woman who had been driven mercilessly to climax by the young stranger on the front seat of the car? Was she the responsible wife to a dependable but uninteresting man? Was she the predictable woman trying to recapture the feeling of that one night, the way that a child wants to preserve the make-believe magic of Halloween? Or was she a truly sexual creature, denying her needs in order to preserve her role in a marriage that meant less to her with every passing day? Alone again on the dark highway, the Isolated Stretch of Road, she couldn't answer her questions. She didn't know which Jen she was. But she did know which one she wanted to be. That version of herself turned off the headlights. She had thought it would be more difficult to see without the lights on. Perhaps she had the moon to thank for this level of visibility; she could see the outline of the road and the shape of the dotted line, if not the reflectors embedded along the white hash marks. In her racing fantasies, she imagined that her dark, sexual self had night vision, able to see the slightest movement of her prey under cover of darkness. The dark was not somewhere for her to hide. For this part of herself, the darkness was home. Behind her, the hectic strobe of lightning-blue lights cut through the night. She felt a broad grin slowly spread over her face, just as secret heat began to spread through her core. She didn't even know that it would be Trent; logically, she did realize that there were other state troopers out there. In her heart, she felt certain that it was Trent who had caught her misbehaving again, but in the deepest part of her subconscious mind, she didn't really care who it was. Embracing the thought that any one of perhaps hundreds of state troopers might be pulling her over right now, as well as the thought that she might just have sex with whoever came to the window, made her wet. She had obediently pulled off to the side of the road and turned off the engine before the trooper got out of the car. She watched him in the side view mirror, waiting for him. The predatory feeling settled over her again, and she remembered how good that had felt the last time, how pleasant it was to consider her alternatives. It was hard to see in the harsh backlighting of the police lights, but his shadow moved with confidence toward her. She thought she recognized the shape of his body, the set of those broad shoulders and lean hips. She thought it was Trent, but maybe they all looked like that. How wonderful that might be, she thought. He rapped on the closed window with his knuckles, and she rolled the window down just a couple of inches. Since she had been expecting Trent, she was not entirely surprised to see him, although she was pleased to be lucky enough to get him twice in two weeks. She could not see his eyes in the shadow made by the brim of his hat, but there was enough light for her to see the smile slowly appear on his face. He was surprised to see her, but he wasn't shocked. Clearly, he had considered this possibility as well. "You again?" he asked. She just smiled back for a second. "That's right." "Were you aware that your headlights were out, ma'am?" he asked. "Yes," she said. "Are they operational?" he asked. "Are they broken, or just turned off?" "They're just turned off," she said. He put one hand on the roof of the car and leaned over toward her. She could smell him, primarily soap with just a faint hint of sweat. Her mouth watered, and she had to swallow. "I know you think you know the highway back here well enough to drive it with your eyes closed," he said, "but you've got to keep those lights on. It gets very dark back here, and the deer are running across the highway this time of year." "I know," she said. "I see them, too, sometimes." He straightened up again, his body moving away from the window. A surge of panic rushed through her. He just looked down at her for a moment, not moving any closer or farther away, probably able to sense her terror that he would tell her to keep the lights on and then get back into the car, as if nothing had ever happened between them. "How about you turn the lights on for me? Just so I can see that they're working." She turned them on, illuminating the empty stretch of road immediately ahead of her. "Okay. That's all right; you can turn 'em back off. For now. Let me see your license and registration, and I'll run you through the system, and then you can be on your way." She sat stock still on the driver's seat, not knowing what to do. He looked back at her from outside. The silence only went on for a few seconds, but it was enough for her to realize that he really did want her license and registration. She turned away from the window as she rifled through her purse. Her face had gone hot, and she didn't want to take the chance that he could see her blushing in this light. She didn't quite turn back around when she gave him the papers, and he took them from her without touching her. "Be right back," he said. Then, as she looked down at the center of the steering wheel, she could hear him walking away on the gravel shoulder of the highway. After a moment, she looked into her rearview mirror, desperate to know whether he was on his radio, letting his dispatcher know that he was going to be out of service for a little while, but the glare from his lights kept her from seeing even his shadow. Maybe he really was just running her identification through the system. The car was registered to Charles, and his presence here, even in that small way, irritated her. She wondered what was keeping Trent. What was he doing? All at once the lights behind her went out. In the renewed darkness, she could see moonlight glint off the door of the cruiser as Trent got out. Again, he moved toward her with deliberate slowness. Jen smiled. Even if there wasn't any more, the way he moved made her hot. She had belonged to him once. And she would again. She didn't know how to tap into that part of her that would make that happen, but she would do it somehow. At the window again, Trent rested one hand on the roof of her car again. He gave her back the papers, and she put them back into her purse, this time without looking at them. "There you go. Now have you learned anything tonight?" She nodded. "I promise to keep the lights on. I don't know what got into me. I'm sorry." The moonlight, from almost directly above them, cast his face deeply into shadow, but she could just make out his widening smile. Slowly, he reached for her. His long fingers stroked her face, moving back and back until his hand cupped her cheek. She savored the hard warmth of his palm, and she willed herself not to close her eyes. Her nipples went hard as she remembered these fingers digging into her. "You're sorry?" he asked, and then he slid his thumb over her lips and then through them into her mouth. Her tongue traced the length of his thumb, and her lips closed around it as she nodded. Her tongue went all the way around his thumb as he pulled it back out of her mouth, then pushed it back in again. She began to suck on it, matching his rhythm, trying not to suck on him too hard. The smile began to fade a little in the dark. "Are you going to be a good girl now?" he asked. She nodded again, taking his thumb between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She was very wet now. He pulled his thumb out of her mouth and watched as she licked her lips. "Unlock all the doors and get out of the car. Leave the keys in the ignition." She popped the switch on the door handle, unlocking all the doors, just as he opened the door for her. He didn't back away from the door, so he was very close to her when she got out, and she could feel the heat radiating off his big body. The top of her head was level with his shoulder. Reluctantly, she backed away from him so that he could shut the door. He inclined his head toward the rear door. "Open it and get in," he said. She opened the rear driver's side door and let herself into the back seat, lowering herself onto it while watching his face. Trent was not quite expressionless. It was the look of a man who liked the way things were going so far but wasn't entirely sure which of his pleasant options would pay off the best. He shut the door behind her firmly. She had to try hard not to look out the rear window at him as he crossed behind the car, her sensible family sedan. He let himself in on the passenger side, getting into the back seat with absolutely none of the awkwardness most people experience, let alone men of his size. With the door shut behind him, he said, "Reach up there and lock us in." As she did, she could see his shadow moving behind her. He was taking off his hat and setting it on the shelf beneath the rear window, over the rear brake light. He rested his arm across the length of the back seat, and when she sat back, they might have been a couple sitting there, sharing the back seat on the way to some uninteresting place or another. She realized that she was waiting for him to tell her what to do next. He looked back at her, the moonlight turning his blond hair almost white, and raised his eyebrow. It was so quiet her ears rang with it. "Now," he said in a very low voice. "Come here and suck my cock like a good girl." She slid over on the seat. The memory of herself in the black lace rose up quickly in her mind. Suddenly it took hold of her as she leaned over into his lap. She splayed her fingers out over his thigh and reached for his belt with her free hand. He arched his back, lifting his hips to accommodate her. She looked up at him and found him smiling back at her. "Go on," he said. She unfastened the heavy belt. In the near silence, the creak of the leather was very loud. She tucked her fingers under the waistband of his pants, where she undid two hooks, and then she let the zipper down. Trent lowered himself onto the back seat again as Jen reached into his open pants. She curled her fingers around his balls; she could hear his sharp indrawn breath as she squeezed him. Then she trailed her fingertips up the length of his shaft, savoring his heat. He stroked her hair with the palm of his hand before running his fingers through her sensible bob. "Take it out," he said. His voice was a harsh whisper. She slid his long cock out through the vent in his briefs. She had not gotten to see it so well the last time, and she studied the perfection of its shape, the ridge that ran the length of him, the contour of his head. She bent to kiss it, slowly opening her mouth to take the head of him inside, running her tongue around the very tip of him. She heard his long sigh, and encouraged, she began to tease the head of his cock, stroking it with the tip of her tongue, closing her lips around it. Soon she began to take more of him into her mouth, curling her tongue around the shaft, teasing the ridge at its underside. Her head rose up and down in his lap, in time with the sound of his breathing. Each time she dropped her head over him, she took more of him into her mouth, sucking harder on him. Her slow and steady pace teased him until his breath caught in his throat and he closed his fist in her hair. A low, animal sound issued from him, and something, some primitive force, took hold of her. She worked at him harder and faster as he began to thrust upward into her mouth. Greedily, she sought to take him deeper, sucking eagerly on him. In the hot closeness of the car, she could make out the heavy grunts of his pleasure and another sound, a wild, lustful moan that she eventually recognized as her own. All at once, he pulled her hair, pulling her off him. She clawed at his thigh, wanting more. She looked up at him, need evident on her face. "Get up there," he said. He gestured into the front seat. "Get up there." She struggled numbly up into the space between the two front seats. She tried to balance herself there, wondering where to put her hands. She was just about to swing her leg up and over the center console when Trent grabbed her by the hips. Roughly he hiked up her skirt, pulling her back toward him. He reared up behind her, pulling her onto his lap as he reached boldly between her legs. His fingers stroked her wet, hot folds, and she let out a long wail of delight as he touched her. Helpless in the face of her bottomless hunger, she ground her ass into his crotch. He chuckled, very close to her ear. "Want that?" he growled. "You want that in you?" She made an inarticulate sound, trying to move herself more on his hand while grinding harder onto his cock. But he moved his hand away. "You better answer me. Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes!" she cried. "Tell me," he said. "Fuck me!" she yelled. "Fuck me!" He pulled off her sensible cotton panties with a satisfied grunt before lifting her onto his huge erection. She rode him hard, his hand rubbing her clit where it met his shaft. Waves of pleasure made her pussy clench hard around him, and she arched her back. Needing his hands on her, she pulled her blouse open for him. The buttons flew free with surprisingly little effort, and a surge of power filled her as she let out a cry of triumph. Trent's hands slid her bra straps down her shoulders, pushing the cups out of the way before he dug his fingers into her upturned tits. "You like that?" he asked. "Hm?" "Yesss," she hissed. She let her head drop back in abandon. He slapped her thigh, hard. It made a razor-sharp crack in the hot darkness of the car. Startled, she straightened up, opening her eyes. The windshield in front of her was fogged over, but she could see herself in the rearview mirror. She could see her own wide eyes and their dilated pupils, and she was suddenly aware of every inch of Trent, buried very deep inside her. He spanked her thigh again, breaking her reverie. "So fucking tight," he said. "Bend over and take it all like a good girl." She obeyed him without a word. She could feel his flesh shifting positions deep within her and squealed with pleasure. His thighs forced her legs farther apart, and she tried without real conviction to close her legs around his, mostly to savor the sensation of his powerful body working in opposition to hers. He would have none of it, though. "Spread your legs, girl. Bend over so I can fuck you." She bent over as far as she could in the cramped interior of the car, and he dug his fingers deep into her hips, pulling her back onto his cock. She met his thrusts with increasing force, moaning as his cock drove deeper and deeper into her. In the dark, she could hear Trent give voice to his own pleasure. She clawed at the seats in front of her, wanting this to go on, hard and fast, thrust after thrust, forever and ever. Jen reveled in the way he filled her, the way she had to stretch and shift to take the whole length of him. His cock was capable of reaching parts of her that had never been touched, the sweet spots she never knew she had. Now, with him deep inside her, his hard hands restraining her, she felt propelled high up to a level of pleasure that was beyond anything she had experienced before. She seemed to go limp for a second before her back arched and she rose up, unleashing a wild shriek as he brought her back onto his cock, driving it all the way into her. Behind her, he waited those long seconds for her to come back to herself but began fucking her again in earnest even as the sublime aftershocks of her climax shuddered through her. Her pussy was still clenching spasmodically around him as his final thrusts impaled her a little more slowly than before, but just as forcefully. A choked cry issued from him first, and then a long, loud shout rang in her ears as he filled her with his seed. She straightened as best she could and then leaned back into his arms. He reached around her, his fingers tracing a line from the front of her bra and then down her belly. They stayed like that for a while, still joined, breathing hard. Beneath her shoulder, Jen could feel Trent's heart hammering away in his chest, and she wanted to stay there in his arms, enjoying the quiet of the roadside. He lifted her off him then. She could feel his come running out of her, but he took her panties from the floorboard and cleaned himself up with them before putting them into his pocket. He zipped himself up and then turned to her in the dark. "Don't you ever wear panties around me again. Understand?" She smiled at him. "I understand." He took a deep breath and then reached for his hat. "Good. Come on." He opened the rear door. The air outside felt chilly, and she was reluctant to get out. She reached back into the front seat to unlock all the doors. Trent stood behind the rear door and waited until she joined him. She smoothed her skirt back down over her legs but made no effort to straighten her hair. He followed her back around the car and opened the driver's side door for her. When she sat gingerly back down in the driver's seat, aching and still quite wet with their mingled juices, she noticed that the car smelled like sex. There was no mistaking the heavy, musky scent of it. Charles would certainly notice this. She wondered with a surprising degree of detachment what he would do. Trent rapped his knuckles on the window, and she turned the key in the ignition so that she could lower it. For a long few seconds, he just stood there in silence, looking at her. Finally, he said, "You need to be more careful back here. Especially between mile 285 and 270. Understand?" She nodded. "I understand." "Good. Now put your headlights on and go home. I'm not going to write you up this time, but you are starting to try my patience." She smiled. "Thank you." He smiled and shook his head. "Go on." He walked back to the cruiser. She listened to his footsteps on the gravel for a few moments before she started the car and slowly pulled out onto the interstate. After the first few miles, she lowered all the windows. She let the autumn wind finish Trent's work, mussing her hair and whipping fiercely at her exposed skin until she arrived, safe and sound, in her garage.
Hotel: Lifeguard	30,891	4.56	445,812	[ "amputee" ]	Between the hotel and the turquoise waters of the ocean are three large swimming pools surrounded with dozens of lovely women wearing what they laughingly called swimsuits, but hardly more than small swatches of fabric. I love my job as a lifeguard. I am thirty, tall, well tanned, buff, and with a tuft of sun bleached blond hair. Dark sunglasses cover my ice blue eyes, partially to protect them from the sun; partially to let me brazenly watch firm breasts and tight asses sneak from under the patches of fabric. Every day, I have at least one hottie making suggestions about sex in their hotel bed. A few times a week, I take someone up and enjoy the firm curves of their body and the wonderful aroma between their thighs. I notice a dark red sports wheelchair with canted wheels, roll into the pool area. It is obvious the woman is missing both legs. Her swimsuit hides little about her delicious body. I glance back at the pool to make sure no one is in trouble then back to the woman. She is alone as she locks her wheels and lowers herself to the cement deck in the shade away from others. She sits up straight and it is clear that the legs are completely missing. Her hand reaches slightly behind and steadies her. It would be impossible for me to stand without embarrassment. She takes a book from the cushion of the wheelchair and opens it, flipping though pages until she finds her place. I study her like a textbook before an exam. Compared to others sitting, she seems a little shorter. Her hair is dark brown, long, just past her shoulders, pulled back in a pleasing ponytail that drapes slightly over one shoulder. The face is that of a lovely model, something that would be great to see on the adjacent pillow next to me when I wake. Tanned skin is everywhere on her. Her breasts fill the swimsuit top and provide a wonderful valley between them. I imagine her nipples will be just as nice. Her stomach is flat as though she works out. A thin strip circles her, holding small triangles of cloth leaving most of her hips in view. I can see faded scars. "Sam," the voice calls. "Break time." I glance and Brenda is waiting for me to climb down from the stand. I do without comment and watch her lovely body take the seat. I wave and walk away. "What'cha reading?" I ask, standing near the wheelchair. I know it is a lame pickup line, but I try it. "'Lust in the Dust'. It's raunchy porn, but hey, it's my vacation." She giggled. "You're the lifeguard, right?" "Yeah. It's my lunch break." "You've been watching me. I guess you don't see many women without legs." "No. You make up for that quite nicely. My name is Sam." "Zoe. Have a seat if you want." She closes the book and puts it by the wheel then presses down with both hands lifting her hips from the cement and twisting to face me before letting her hips back down. "Must be rough having to look at all these near naked bodies everyday." She laughed. "Have you been doing this long?" "A year. Lots of visual candy for sure. Not much to eat though." I smile at what I've just said. She watches me with growing interest. "How about me? Am I good enough to eat?" Her words are inviting. "Guess you didn't expect a woman without legs to ask such a thing." "I could have talked to any of these women." I move my hand in a circle around me. "Many of them are jealous of you right now, but I'm sitting here with you." "Uh-huh." Her voice becomes quiet as if telling a secret. "Is that because you think I might be 'desperate' for a guy?" "Hardly." "Oh-h, good answer. I'm not. I've got my vibrator upstairs and it loves me just fine." "So there's no guy in your life? You're beautiful." "That's sweet of you to say. I was almost engaged then...." "He bailed because you lost your legs ... fool." "I didn't 'lose' them. I know where they went." She laughs. "And I'm not wanting them back either. Good riddance." "Listen, I'm not just feeding you a line. I do think you are the most beautiful woman out here. I'd love to have you...." "I believe you. The way you were mentally undressing me a while ago told me." She laughs softly. "I haven't seen that look very often. You're the first guy young enough to not be my father with that look." "Today, I only work half a day so I'm free until tomorrow. Can I buy you lunch?" "Wouldn't you rather slather some suntan lotion over my body?" She chuckles then leans closer. "It might give you time to not be so at attention." She looks at my trunks and chuckles again. "Nice that I'm having that effect on you though." She was still close when I whisper, "Without legs, I bet that swimsuit bottom will slip off nice and easy." "I bet it will, but then what would you do?" "Hmmm, let me see." I rub my fingers over my chin in mock thought." "Come on, what?" "I bet you are very tasty and I would devour you forever." She moves closer and looks around to see if anyone might be close enough to listen. "Well, well. Would you use naughty words to excite me, make my pussy drip?" I lean close and whisper in her ear. "I'd suck your pussy and finger fuck your cunt. I'd listen to your moans of pleasure." "Oh my-y. Would you let me suck your cock and drink your come? I bet it tastes good." Her face turns and I feel her breath, hot, wanting, against my cheek. Her lips touch mine. The touch becomes an inviting kiss. "Listen, this is not letting me become less stiff." "Maybe we should adjourn to my room, 815. I can hear the surf with the balcony door open." "Honey, I just want to kiss you all over and hear our hearts pound." As she lifts her legless hips up and onto the thick cushion of the wheelchair, I adjust myself thinking how nice it is I wear baggy trunks and not a Speedo. "I saw that," she says as she unlocks the wheels. I walk along side and let my eyes connect with the women watching us. Some of them express confusion and question, others near disgust. Most ignore us. Brenda says something I don't quite hear and I ignore it. The door clicks shut and I flip the lock. By the time I turn and continue into the large suite, she is sitting on the bed. "Can you untie knots with your teeth?" She laughs and reaches behind to untie the top. She falls onto her back and the bottom sails in a low arc and lands on her swimsuit top. "There, all naked." I sit as I push my trunks down and over my feet, dropping them on the floor. "Me too." I take in her body, looking at parts I had only imagined before. "Oh where to begin." I laugh and let my hands stroll over everything. "I believe there was some mention of 'sucking my pussy'." She lifts her hips slightly and waves them from side to side. I watch the bald mound move and breathe deeply as the fragrance wafts up. The hips move another time. I lean down, my hands under her ass cheeks, and make the first long slow lap through the wet slit. Her hands slide over where the thighs used to be and under my lips, pulling her pussy open. "Just for you," she moans. "Tongue-fuck me." Her mound rubs over my mouth as I drive my tongue deep, feeling the growing wetness wash down my throat. Her delicious aroma fills my nostrils and I strain to be farther inside her. My nose rubs her clitoris and she bucks sharply. "Yeah. Oh god-d, oh-h, oh-h." Her voice is low, deep, as if near a pending climax. She continues the moans and groans, growing louder. Her thrusts against my mouth are now more forceful. I hold her legless hips with both hands to steady my face against the writhing body. I can feel her tense around my tongue several times then relax as the waves of pleasure wash over her. "Sam-m, you're so-o good." Two fingers enter and search for her spot. A moan tells me when they are there and I press firmly. She moans even louder and deeper than before as she rips at her breasts pulling them on all directions. Her hips rock and bounce as I struggle to keep my fingertips in place. "Oh-h man-n. Ah-h, ah-h." She climaxes quickly, once, twice, then a final time. "I might have to toss my vibrator away." "Yeah, then you can keep me." "Damn-m," she drawls. "Wouldn't that be a shame?" She roars with laugher as she moves her head closer to mine and begins a long deep wet kiss. I feel her body ending just below my stomach and savor the wonderful sensation. Her nipples grow erect as they rub against mine. Her tongue explores the depths of my mouth. The mushroom head of my cock knocks against her opening. She reaches down and bats it away. "Later." She resumes the kiss and I rub along her back with my hands letting my fingertips kneed her skin. She moans some words, just sounds, in my mouth and I continue downward until I reach the place where the upward slope of her hips begins. I replace fingertips with my palms and grip her ass cheeks. Her tongue fucks my mouth with greater interest as my palms slip around to where the thighs had been. She wiggles her hips in my grip. "I love your touch there." Her face hovers over mine as she press her hands against my shoulders. "A wonderful place to hold you." "Really?" "Uh-huh." My hand fondles the soft skin, twisting and reshaping it with my fingers. "There's nothing about your body that I don't love." "I guess it was good I had them off." "What's good is that you and I met. Maybe I can talk you into not ending your vacation." "Hmmm. First, I need to explore your body. See if meets all of 'my' needs." She chuckles and works herself lower on my body, nibbling along the way. I feel her fingers circle my shaft and one teases the skin stretch taught across the swollen head. Her lips peck at the piss hole and sip the precum. Her tongue slides over the head licking like on a Popsicle on a hot day. Once completely covered with licks, she lets it slip between her lips and towards her throat. My eyes roll as I grunt. I muss with her hair and let her have her way with me. She grips my ball sack and enjoys the heavy feel. A fingertip slips along the short strip of skin towards my asshole, and then circles the hole without entering. By now the shaft has vanished as her head bobs slightly for a long moment. Her teeth scrape lightly along the shaft as she withdraws all but the head. Her lips tighten as she works just the last few inches repeatedly. "Oh baby-y," I groan as my balls tighten. "Yeah-h, yeah-h." I begin filling her mouth and she gulps quickly to not spill any, never letting the head from her mouth. She sucks. I come more. She continues long after I am empty but still erect. She looks at me, smiles, and then swipes with her tongue at an errant drop of cream sliding from the corner of her mouth. "Darling," she coos as her hand massages the lingering erection. She leans closer, taking me in her mouth again, sucking any remaining cream away, until I am clean. "Yum," she says as she lets her mouth be free of me. She fondles my balls. "I hope you recharge quickly." She giggles. "Looking at your legless hips helps." "Really? I'm glad we both like them that way." "You make it sound like you're not just saying that." "Would it be so-o bad ... to want this?" She watches me shake my head from side to side and grin. "Besides, it brought us together. I hope forever ... or a long time." We kiss and toy with each other's mouth. We grind our bodies together, her lack of legs still a marvelous feeling with nothing against my thighs. My renewed erection begs at her opening. The door opens and I enter, going deeper by inches each stroke, enjoying the tight slippery channel. I grip her cheeks giving her something to press against as she rolls atop my body. Her hips rock and she works me - squeezing, rubbing, and pleasing. I feel her juices drain across my ball sack and along my asshole. I drive my hips upward and my shaft is in once again. "My cunt is on fire." I drive myself in her, harder this time. "Fuck my pussy with your cock. I'm so hot-t. Fuck me-e." I slam my pelvis against her, feeling almost like I will fall completely inside. "Sam-m," she roars. Her pussy convulsing around me, she repeats my name several more times "I love your cunt surrounded by the lack of thighs." I slam up and meet her driving against me. "Your juices are so sweet." The convulsions grow. The spasms are delightful. "Come for me," I beg. Soon she does, her tongue fucking my mouth. Our bodies slam against one another repeatedly long past a simple climax. We rest, our fingers teasing the other in different places. I watch her face. I have already memorized every part of her, but I still enjoy seeing her so close. "Can I carry you into the shower? I want to hold and wash you." "I'd love that. Maybe you can let me ride that grand shaft of yours." "I bet there many things we can find to please one another." "Hmmm, like talk dirty to me. Or tell me how much you like me without legs." "Yeah. Let's take a long shower, then I can carry you to dinner." "That sounds wickedly fun. You nasty man." She slaps me on the ass. I roll her over and whack her hip loudly. "Beat my ass. I've been so bad-d," she begs. I whack at the other hip then the first. "I'll be good-d." She lifts her hips and I spank her again. We both grow excited, as her cheeks grow pink. I pull her cheeks apart and stare at her hole. "Fuck my ass. I won't be bad again. My ass...." She lubes my knob with some KY then I press my cock head against her and slip inside. She's wonderfully tight and without thighs in the way, I have fantastic access. "Oh god-d," she roars as she takes the first few inches. "Oh god-d, more-e." I work my cock out a little and back in a few more times. "Yeah-h baby-y." I explode and fill her with an unexpected amount of come. "My ass needed that." I pull out and the cream drains. She rolls over and rests her head on folded hands looking content. She smiles and blows a kiss. "Ass fucks can be good." "What a great ass. Ready for a shower now?" "Just a minute. I want to look at you for a while ... forever."
Don't Go Breaking My Heart	14,909	4.75	1,710,190	[ "lesbian", "lesbian sex", "lesbian first time", "college", "cunnilingus", "older woman", "oral", "toys", "strap-on", "rivalry" ]	Author's Note: As is the case with all my "Angie" stories, I have done my best to write this as a tale in itself. Although "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" picks up from the end of "Come on Eileen", it should be immediately readable in its own right. Please let me know if it's not! \\\\\* Chapter One (Saturday 10th January 1998) Angie found the business card while she was rooting in her wallet, searching for proof of membership for her local library. Somehow the card had got in-between her provisional driving licence and one of the credit cards she tried never to use. She'd forgotten she had it but instantly realized what it was. It was her link with Felicity, the very helpful sales assistant in a certain Manchester sex shop. No, make that the very alluring, older sales assistant in a certain Manchester sex shop. She smiled and tucked the card back in a more prominent place. Felicity was drop-dead gorgeous as well as very helpful. And she'd been promised feedback on the most daring of Angie's purchases. How did a woman like that slip my mind? Angie wondered, recalling long legs and hair so blonde it was almost white. Why oh why didn't I ring? Then, grinning: And is three months later really too late? By now Angie had been "home" for a week. For the first five days she'd slept in her parent's bed with Sandra, her beautiful black girlfriend from school. After a full term at different universities they'd had a lot of catching up to do . . . obviously. Those parental bed springs had taken a pounding. Yes, hadn't they just! But Mum and Dad had got back from Lanzarote in the early hours of Friday. And Sandra was going to return to her own bit of academia that very morning. By now Angie'd been sexless for thirty-one hours and was beginning to feel deprived. Well, okay, she'd as good as arranged to screw away most of this afternoon with another old school chum, Abigail. And she'd totally arranged Monday night with her former art teacher . . . Thinking about "Miss Pearce" made her grin again, inside and out. Apparently fucking a teacher was taboo, even if that teacher didn't actually teach her willing pupil. Not in the classroom definition of "teaching" anyway. Personally, Angie didn't give a toss about taboos. Not when they were stupid ones. No, as far as she was concerned, being illicit only made the liaison more fun. And fucking a thirty-something who looked like a young Brigit Bardot was fun in the first place, wasn't it? Make that another yes. Sneaking up to Miss Pearce's house, rapping on her door, wondering what delicious state of undress she'd reply in this time . . . Wondering how few seconds it would take to get them in bed . . . And wondering if they would make it to the stairs, come to that, never mind all the way up them. Impatiently fucking semi-clad on the welcome mat had not been unheard of. Truth was that sex was essential, wasn't it? And so too was novelty. While it was always a pleasure to rekindle old flames, fucking with someone new and different was something else. Yes, fucking with someone new and different was not to be sneezed at. Unilaterally deciding it was unlikely to help her studies, abandoning the local library without looking back, Angie made her way to the nearest phone box and dialled Felicity's number with a slightly trembling hand. 'You won't remember me,' she said when her call was answered, 'but I bought a few items from you in September. I said I'd give you feedback and then forgot until now.' 'We sell a lot of items,' said Felicity with a friendly, salesperson's chuckle. 'Do you have a name?' 'I'm Angie. I bought a harness, a couple of dildos and a strapless affair. You gave me plenty of good advice about the strapless affair. I . . .' 'I recognize your voice,' Felicity cut in. 'You're tall and broad-shouldered with a skinhead, aren't you?' Guilty as accused, Angie laughed. 'That's me. I look like a bloke.' 'Not in my memory bank you don't.' Felicity chuckled again. 'Of course I remember you.' 'Do you really?' 'Sure I do. I've thought about you every now and then ever since. So how's it going? Was I right about the Double-Your-Pleasure toy?' 'You were spot on. My only conceivable complaint is that one of my girlfriends keeps pinching it. For use on another girlfriend, I mean. I wouldn't complain at all if she only ever used it on me.' Felicity's chuckle was becoming ever warmer and evermore familiar. She seemed to be in no hurry to hang up. Angie was getting wet just listening to her. 'I think you should rename it Triple-Your-Pleasure,' she went on playfully, 'or maybe even Quadruple. I cannot thank you enough for recommending it. I might well have to call in and buy another.' Felicity paused a beat before asking: 'Do you get into Manchester very often?' 'No, but I'll be passing through next week, on Tuesday or Wednesday, most likely.' 'I have Wednesday afternoon off. I'd hate it if you came in when I wasn't here.' 'Me too,' Angie agreed, her antennae eagerly twitching. Sure enough, Felicity threw her an opening. 'There again,' she said seductively, 'it could be quite convenient if you were in town on my afternoon off . . .' \\\\\* Angie never failed to marvel at the ease of hooking up. What was the lesbian population of the UK supposed to be? Wasn't it reportedly less than two percent of all women? If that was anywhere close to true, she was incredibly lucky. No, she was lucky beyond belief. She did tend to mix with girls from LGBT and the university's own Lesbian Society, but even so her record for home runs was better than Babe Ruth and Mickey Mantle combined. To be thirty-one (now going on thirty-two) hours without sex was, quite frankly, shameful. Twelve hours was usually stretching it. The call to Felicity had ended with agreement to meet on Wednesday, in the bar of a hotel in the city centre. Felicity was a member of the hotel's gym and, she said, she always put in an early hour there on her Wednesday afternoon off. 'We can have a drink and a chat after I'm done,' she enlarged. 'You can go into finer detail about your likes and dislikes.' 'If we're talking about sex toys my dislikes won't take long,' Angie replied. 'Well whatever,' Felicity said, laughing. 'I like talking about sex toys and customer feedback is always valuable. If nothing else we can have an intimate chinwag and scandalize all the sexy-assed waiters.' Angie laughed in her turn. 'What,' she said, 'aren't they any sexy-assed waitresses?' Chapter Two (Wednesday 14th January 1998) The train journey between Nottingham and Manchester Piccadilly took two hours. Fresh from a second night in her art teacher's bed, Angie caught an early one and found herself close to the main shopping area maybe half past eleven. Meaning maybe thirty minutes before Felicity knocked off for the day. Acting on one of her impulses, she went into the sex shop and stopped to admire the "leisure wear for ladies" section. In fact she feasted her eyes on the displays. She liked the look of all the accessories and costumes. Not that any of them would work on her. Not with her mannish body. And not that she cared anymore. At one with herself nowadays, Angie accepted that as far as being provocative went, she was better off naked than kitted out for bawdy burlesque. For some crazy reason clothes never did work for her but bare-assed worked just fine. Well it did for quite a few discerning females, anyway. No, make that an awful lot of them. Two percent! Like hell! Make it ten or even twenty!! Excluding truly straight girls, that was. Not that really, truly straight girls actually existed in her experience. Not at uni when temptation was so readily at hand. Twitching deep inside, forcing her body to be outwardly stern and unflinchingly stoic. Angie strolled across to the harness and dildo section. Felicity appeared as if by magic, out of simply nowhere, as she drew to a halt. As mirages went, she was a good one. 'Well hello again,' she said brightly, like the perfect salesperson she was. Then, sotto voce: 'Is there some problem?' 'No,' said Angie, picking out a green Double-Your-Pleasure. 'I just felt an urgent need to buy another of these. And I reckoned I'd buy it while you're still on duty, so you get the commission.' 'You're too considerate,' Felicity replied, her sales smile less forced, visibly relaxing. 'I don't suppose you want my advice as how best to use it?' 'Of course I don't,' said Angie. 'I want to compare very detailed notes about using it, not take advice.' 'We're still on for half past one, then?' 'You bet we are. I'll be in the bar, waiting agog. Come to that, what's your poison; some sporty energy drink?' 'Not after a workout,' said Felicity. 'I'll be drinking spritzers.' 'Does pinot work for you?' 'It certainly does.' \\\\\* Exiting through the automatic doors Angie felt a gravitational pull towards the coffee shop opposite. Window shopping or a hot drink and a greasy sandwich, she mused. Not much of a contest, was it? She bought a large regular coffee with cream and ordered an even larger sausage, bacon and egg in a barm cake. Then, borrowing a Daily Express from the generally available rack, she took a window seat and let the world go by while she caught up on a (slightly right-wing) view of the world's events. Apparently the "new roubles" in circulation in Russia weren't going to trouble the almighty dollar . . . Felicity left her place of work at two minutes past twelve. And, seen from a distance, what a sight she was. If asked before September, Angie would have guessed that a sex shop worker dressed like a . . . Well, like a sex worker. But that clearly wasn't the case. Felicity dressed like a high-powered PA. No, scrap that sacrilege! Felicity dressed like a high-powered CEO with a herd of personal assistants of her own. Most of them probably sourced via the Chippendales. Even as she sniggered Angie took in more specifics. Felicity was wearing a short, business-like black skirt, tasteful (and tasty) black stockings, a startlingly brilliant white shirt and a jacket that matched just everything. Angie wasn't the only one watching her sashay down the city centre street. Hell, she was merely one of hundreds. As the sight for sore eyes disappeared around a corner Angie's sandwich arrived. She had seen much smaller footballs but set into it with a relish. Then, using a napkin to wipe the brown sauce and grease from about her person, she checked her watch. Forty-five minutes to go. What was it going to be; more coffee or the hotel bar? Even less of a contest! Angie went into the hotel and paused in the lobby. It was, she had to admit, an impressive set up with lots of dark, shiny wood surfaces and acres of polished marble floors. She felt as if she'd jumped back a century or so, back to the days where customer service counted ahead of budgets. Or had she? As she cast around, searching for the bar, her attention was caught by a sign. Usually advertisements interested her as much as horny young boys . . . meaning not at all. But this one was different. Approaching the reception desk, she read it more closely. As their contribution to the "Manchester Experience", the hotel was supporting the January Sales by hiring out rooms on a one-night basis (weekends excluded). Comparing the special rate with a nearby list of tariffs, Angie could see they were being generous indeed. Hell, one night in a double room was cheaper than her rail fare from the East Midlands! And an "all you can eat" breakfast could be added on for a fiver a head. Angie chuckled at that, wondering exactly how many guests the powers-that-be expected to stay in one of their double rooms. 'Can I help you, madam?' a clerk asked. Doing her utmost not to laugh, reckoning it was the first and last time she'd ever be called "madam", Angie pointed to the advert. 'Does one need to book in advance?' 'No madam, one just needs to sign on the dotted line.' Go for it, Angie's pet little red devil urged, perched as always on her left shoulder. As per (almost) always, Angie went for it. 'I'll take a double room for tonight,' she said boldly, 'and two breakfasts.' The clerk clicked a few keyboard buttons and held out his hand. Provided with Angie's debit card he clicked a few more then beamed at her. 'Room 444,' he said. 'It's on the fourth floor.' Kismet or what! Angie's room in halls of residence was number 444 . . . on the fourth floor. Convinced the gods were smiling down on her, she accepted the key. 'Thank you so very much,' she said to the clerk. Then, flirtatiously, 'Has anyone ever told you that you look a bit like Leonardo DiCaprio?' \\\\\* She had, naturally, been lying about DiCaprio. The clerk looked more like Godzilla on a bad-hair day. But hey, he'd cut her a very good deal. Why not flatter his ego? It wasn't as if he was likely to be there in the morning, ready to share that breakfast, was it? And, judging by the movement of his eyes, he obviously thought her tits were film star quality. Angie was, as ever, travelling light: one small backpack and a medium-sized sports bag. She strode over to the elevators and had to admire their efficiency. Back at uni you could be trapped in a lift for hours if you were unlucky. With these she'd hardly pressed the button for 4 before the car stopped on her desired floor. And the doors immediately, smoothly opened. Feeling like the Queen of Sheba (or maybe Cleopatra's favourite handmaiden), Angie made her way to 444 and ditched her things in a corner, not bothering to unpack. The room was, she decided, quite acceptable if bog-standard hotel. It would do, however the rest of the day turned out. Well, wouldn't it? The bar turned out to be easy to find but, very sadly, it wasn't equipped with proper hand-pulls. Angie scowled at a range of free-flow lagers and ciders and finally went for a pint of Guinness . . . or maybe "finally" had nothing to do with it. In her opinion Guinness was the only free-flow option that wasn't full of gas. The actual bar was large and about half-full with few solitary drinkers to be seen. By far the majority of the other customers were in pairs or small groups. Frowning, Angie wondered if Felicity was a regular in there. And she wondered about Felicity, full stop. The girl was sex on legs; no doubt about that. She had also openly admitted she was a woman who liked to have sex with women. But how did she prefer it, precisely? Picturing her ass strutting down a crowded street, it was easy to take her to be a woman who wanted to be in charge: in other words a woman very much like Miss Pearce. But on the phone she had been all soft and compliant. On the phone she'd been very much a woman who wanted to be fucked. Even now, experienced as she was, Angie struggled with other women's desires. So far as she could tell they all chopped and changed like the weather. Take Miss Pearce; one minute she could be strict and in command. The next she could switch to "Veronica mode" and be writhing and begging. Grinning to herself, Angie drained her glass. The world would be very boring if everyone was always exactly the same, wouldn't it? Chapter Three By one thirty Angie had bagged a reasonable remote table and was sitting at it with another Guinness and a freshly made spritzer. Her heart leapt as Felicity came into the bar. Like omigod wow! The working day clothes were gone. In their place Felicity was wearing pink trainers, black leggings (which perfectly showcased her shapely ass) and a jumper . . . Her jumper was woollen with horizontal stripes in pink and white. It clung to her in all the right places and told the world she'd not bothered with a bra. Angie got a dozen jealous glances when she caught Felicity's attention and beckoned her over. 'You look good enough to eat,' she said in greeting. 'I can't tell you how glad I am you came.' Felicity laughed at the double double-entendre. 'Ditto and likewise,' she said. 'Is that drink for me?' Angie had put the spritzer beside her rather than across the table. 'Of course it is.' Then, patting the chair positioned close to her right: 'Please take a pew.' Felicity leaned in first for air kisses which skimmed both of Angie's cheeks. Angie waited until she sat before leaning in to kiss her mouth, keeping it mild but going for something that said a lot more than simply "hello". 'You must be hungry,' she said as they broke for air, 'all that bench-pressing and what have you. Can I get you a snack?' 'I usually go to a sandwich bar down the road,' said Felicity. 'It's cheaper than in here, if not quite so healthy.' Angie thrust a bar menu at her. 'Pick something. I insist.' 'Okay, but I'll pay for it.' 'Like heck you will. This is my treat. So pick something.' 'What are you having?' 'I already had a month's cholesterol in a barm cake. You'll be on a relative diet whatever you chose.' 'I'll have a grilled bacon roll,' Felicity said after some consideration. 'You can have something more substantial if you like.' 'No thank you. That'll do for me.' Angie went to the bar and ordered the roll and another round of drinks. 'Tell me about you,' Felicity said as she retook her seat. She got the abridged version. Angie was, she said, an undergraduate reading Mathematical Sciences at a nearby university. Outside of her studying her interests were limited to LGBT and Lesbian Society affairs. Then she laughed. 'That sounds as if I'm a political mover and shaker. I'm not. I'm really only interested in having affairs with certain members of LGBT and the Lesbian Society. And trust me, I don't mean affairs of state.' 'What type of "certain members"?' Felicity wondered. 'The female type,' Angie said truthfully. 'Orientation and looks don't come into it, much. Not that I don't like pretty girls,' she added hastily. Felicity really was pretty. Back in the sex shop she'd been wearing quite heavy makeup. Okay, it was professionally and tastefully applied, but heavy nonetheless. Now, recently showered, she wore none apart from a faint touch of the palest pink lipstick. She always looked good but now she was even better. Despite her blonde hair she was the sort who obviously tanned whatever the weather. Yes, even in a Manchester winter. She also had very fetching sprays of brown freckles high on her cheeks, under her icy-blue eyes. 'Good enough to eat,' Angie murmured, the words slipping out before she could stop them. 'Why thank you.' Felicity chuckled. Then, more seriously: 'Are any of your female affairs particularly meaningful?' 'No, I'm determined to stay a free agent. Love as many of 'em as I can . . . That's my approach.' Felicity smiled and finished her first spritzer. 'Your turn,' Angie said into the silence. 'I've shown you mine. Now show me yours.' 'I left school a decade ago,' Felicity began, 'after my A-levels . . .' Her story wasn't elaborated much more than Angie's. Since school she'd worked in "retail", initially in fashion outlets. The novelty of that had soon worn off, though. Then, five years ago, she'd got her big chance in the sex shop and never looked back. 'I love everything about it,' she said. 'Nervous customers, over-confident customers . . . the chitchat we have between us salesgirls about the various merits of the products.' 'Would that be chitchat amongst girls with personal knowledge?' Felicity just chuckled and reached for her second drink. 'No, really,' Angie persisted, expecting a denial, only wanting to progress the conversation. 'Have you tried out all of those hundreds of products?' 'Naturally I have, most of them too many times to mention. How could I possibly give tips and advice if I hadn't?' 'Omigod, I think you mean it.' 'I do.' 'What about the male-specific ones?' 'One of my colleagues tests most of those.' Felicity chuckled again. 'I'm not entirely a man-free zone, but we have an agreement. I get first go with all the girl-specific samples and she gets all the men's. Afterwards we compare notes and decide whether to venture into the unknown.' 'You mean you sometimes go with a guy to check out an interesting new device?' 'Well, not very often, but sometimes I have to see it for myself. And sometimes I have to sleep with my colleague so she can see for herself, too. It's hard work but someone has to do it.' 'Dedication to duty,' said Angie, 'I can't fault that.' Then, curious: 'Have you anyone who's meaningful at the moment?' 'Yes and no.' Felicity shrugged. 'I'm not so sure. My girlfriend . . .' She clapped her mouth shut as a waiter put her sandwich on the table in front of her. Judging from his rosy cheeks, he'd caught her gist. And, judging from the way she picked her story back up, Felicity didn't give a fig for his sensitivities. 'Roxanne's been backpacking for the last six months,' she said. 'Last I heard she was getting ready to set off into the Australian outback with her travelling companions.' 'So she's not alone.' 'No; there are four of them: two girls, two guys. And, before you ask, they're not platonic. They'd been taking turns to shag each other during the planning stage, and that lasted ages.' 'You mean they coupled off?' 'I mean they coupled off on a rotating basis. By now, six months in two tents they'll be . . .' Leaving the sentence hanging, Felicity had a bite of bacon roll. 'And that's not counting folk they've met on the way,' she resumed. 'I daren't think how many notches Roxy'll have on her bedpost. There can't be much of her post left.' Angie grinned. 'Who have you been trying out your new toys with?' 'I'm flat-sharing while Roxy's away,' said Felicity. 'My two lesbian friends had a spare room when they finally got it together, if you know what I mean. I'm currently in the one they don't need anymore.' 'And they've been helping, have they?' 'They've helped me on several occasions.' Angie's grin widened: 'Have they done that individually or both at once?' 'Both at once,' Felicity laughed, 'at least officially. Unofficially my lips are sealed. Enough of that; tell me about your experiences with your first Double-Your-Pleasure.' Five minutes later, after listening to Angie's exceedingly frank account, she laughed some more. 'It sounds to me you're more of a giver than a taker.' 'I've always liked giving,' said Angie. 'I like receiving too, of course, but giving has always been my big thing. And giving a girl one with a toy like that . . .' The waiter was hovering again. This time his cheeks were brick-red rather than rosy. This time it was Angie who didn't give a fig about him listening in. 'We'll have more drinks, please,' she said as he collected Felicity's empty plate. 'Put them on 444.' Felicity stared at her. 'Where was I?' said Angie. 'Oh, yes. That toy is something else. Every time I feel those ridges rubbing on my clit I think of what you promised me. And you were right about it in every respect. I undersold it when I said it should be renamed "triple" or "quadruple". I'm going to think of it as "sextuple" from now on. That has a ring to it, doesn't it?'' '444 sounds like a room number,' said Felicity. 'It is,' Angie replied. 'But don't think I'm presuming anything. I've been impulsive, not presumptuous. I saw a sign in the lobby, encouraging me to enjoy the "Manchester Experience" and the prices were so cheap I had to go for it.' Felicity was still staring at her. Her expression was suddenly difficult to read. 'Honestly,' Angie rushed on, 'I wasn't even certain you'd actually turn up. And I never intended to drag you into anything you didn't want to do. Plan A was to have this chat then to take you out for a bit of a pub crawl. Believe it or not, I've never visited Manchester socially. Well, apart from a quick raid on the shops, I haven't.' 'And what was Plan B?' 'To go out by myself on a solo pub crawl; anything being preferable to going back alone to an empty hall of residence.' 'Good recovery,' Felicity conceded, smiling a little but still mostly inscrutable. Angie couldn't help but glance at the other girl's chest. Her nipples had been quite visible through her jumper all along, maybe semi-erect. Now they weren't semi anything; they were standing out loud and proud, whistling and waving. 'I must admit the idea of inviting you to my room did occur to me,' Angie went on softly. 'I am human, after all. But I never presumed.' Felicity reached down into her sports bag and produced a plain paper bag. It obviously held some sort of rectangular box. 'I brought you this,' she said, passing it across. The logo-free bag was identical to the one containing Angie's new purchase. Waiting until the waiter had been and gone, leaving them their latest round, she examined its contents, using the table as a makeshift screen. '"Wireless, remote-controlled love egg,"' she said, reading from the blurb on the front of the box. 'That's right,' said Felicity, 'have you already got one?' 'No, but I know what it is . . . I think.' 'So what is it?' 'It's some subtle sort of vibrator.' 'Subtle,' echoed Felicity, chuckling, 'as if!' 'Okay then, maybe it's not so subtle.' 'It isn't. It's outrageously candid. And using it is to die for. I was going to ask you to try it out. And I was going to invite you back here afterwards, to talk through its pros and cons. As research, I mean. So I could pass your feedback on to other interested parties.' 'Like a practical survey sort of thing?' 'Something along those lines, yes. I was going to reward you by buying you a few drinks and letting you keep the egg.' 'That's very generous of you.' 'The egg's a sample, so I got it for next to nothing. But it's brand-new and unused. And trust me; I was really looking forward to hearing your opinions.' 'But . . .' 'But you've been presumptuous enough to get a room so why wait?' Felicity laughed and grinned and patted her hand. 'Drink your drink, lass, then I'll show you exactly how it works.' Chapter Four The first thing Angie did in 444 was something that she'd wanted to do forever: she hung the DO NOT DISTURB sign out on the door handle. Then, after pulling every bolt and turning every lock, she did something she'd wanted to do ever since Saturday. She kissed Felicity. Standing there in her room, mouth to mouth, she reckoned they were a good fit. She was a couple of inches taller, much broader across the shoulders and three or four stones heavier than Felicity. Or, in other words, she was built like a man and Felicity was built like a babe. Common sense decreed they had to look good together. Not that she wasted time on common sense. No, there was nothing remotely "hello" about that first private kiss; it started off hot and only got hotter. Felicity's hands gripped Angie's ass. Not to be outdone, she gripped Felicity's tight buns through the thin material of her leggings. And one of them started to grind groins. Well, maybe both of them started. It was the sort of situation where things just happen. Hands gripping ever more strongly, lower bodies grinding stronger still, Angie became aware of heat building rapidly inside her. She would have gasped but Felicity was fiercely sucking her tongue. Fuck it; this wasn't a moment to dither. Angie thrust hard with her slivery organ. Even lodged in place as it was, between Felicity's and the roof of her mouth, it moved. So too did Angie's insides. She juddered and contracted once, twice, thrice and then felt the gush. Another pair of jeans ruined. Hey, ho! Felicity moved with her, their groins continuing to grind in unison then, perhaps five minutes after Angie's first big release, she pushed her away. 'My word, lass,' she said raggedly, 'you like to go for it, don't you?' Angie just grinned at her, equally ragged. 'So here I am,' Felicity resumed. 'I take I you want to shag me with your latest new toy.' It was a statement, not a question. 'Of course I do,' said Angie. 'I already told you that I'm only human.' 'Here's the deal,' the blonde went on. 'I'm happy to let you take me all afternoon . . . but only if you let me have my girly fun first.' Unsure what she meant, Angie shrugged. 'Sounds like a promising deal. Tell me more.' 'We're going to kick off with the egg,' said Felicity. 'It's like all sex acts . . . good but much better when someone else does it for you. But you're sweet and innocent when it comes to eggs. So I'll give you a solo demo first, and then we can use it on each other. Okay?' 'And then I get to shag you?' 'Yes, lass, and then you get to shag me.' 'How do you want it?' 'Do you mean once I've finished egging around and opened my legs?' 'Yes.' This time the blonde's laugh was somewhat breathless. 'That's rather down to you and your sextuple toy; isn't it?' 'Sounds like a promising deal,' Angie repeated. 'Go on, duck, after you.' \\\\\* Aware Felicity wanted a measure of control, Angie slowly stripped for her. Then watched as Felicity did likewise, almost dying when it transpired she had a white T-shirt under her jumper. How unfair was that! And just how near diamond-hard must those nips be to stand out so far through two layers!! Naked, Felicity perched on the edge of the bed and adroitly opened the box. 'This is the remote,' she said, holding up something similar to the contraption Angie's dad used for his TV. 'And this is the egg. It's made of silicone and has several settings.' 'You sound like a school teacher,' said Angie, kneeling on the carpet before her. 'And teacher is always right,' Felicity replied, grinning. 'And by the way, this is a look but don't touch lesson. No, it's a look, listen and learn lesson. I'll let you know if and when you're allowed to touch.' 'Go ahead; I'm all eyes and ears.' 'Okay, so it's basically a vibrator. Have you used vibrators before?' 'Yes. Mostly my straight friend's rabbit; we've used it a lot together.' Felicity's brow creased. 'How straight is this friend of yours?' 'She's about the same as my other straight girlfriends: curious and inclined to stray.' 'I see.' Felicity shook her head and pressed the remote, the vibrations making the blue egg wobble about on her palm. 'Right then; this little beauty has four patterns and three speeds. That's a dozen lovely, mind-blowing combinations. Home alone, a girl can run through them one after another, time after time. But, with a girlfriend in charge of the remote, it's a different kettle of fish. A certain degree of teasing and tormenting comes into play . . . Plus the thrill of the unexpected, naturally.' 'I'm not sure I quite understand.' 'Don't worry,' said Felicity, you soon will.' Realizing she already had the thrill of the unexpected, Angie laughed and kept listening. 'These things are supposed to be silent,' the blonde went on. 'As you can hear, they're not, not quite, but they certainly aren't loud. Girls have been known to use them in restaurants and bars . . . Under cover, so to speak.' 'You mean . . .' 'I mean a couple like you and me, sat at a table, you sipping soup and cutting your sirloin, me bringing you off at irregular intervals with the remote. Sounds fun, no?' 'It sounds debauched,' said Angie. Then she laughed again. 'And yeah, it sounds like enormous fun.' 'Okay, so here's the demo. Normally I'd suggest a dash of lubricant, just in case. And I'd warn about overdoing it; the egg can pop straight back out if you overdo it.' 'It's exclusively internal then?' asked Angie. 'No it isn't. But everyone I know prefers it internally. If you'll shut up and pay attention, I'll try to show you why.' 'I'm so sorry, ma'am.' Felicity gave her another look and half a smile. 'Right then,' she said briskly, 'seeing as I'm as wet as I've been in ages, I'm skipping the lube. See this drawstring?' Angie saw it all right but leant in closer anyway. 'We take care to leave it outside,' Felicity continued, 'just like you-know-what. And we also take care to push the egg in very, very slowly.' Angie watched as her friend gradually eased the bright blue ovoid into herself. 'If I was on my own,' Felicity said, not quite swallowing the toy, 'I'd set it vibrating now. I have the most amazing bunch of nerve endings right here.' You and me both,' Angie agreed. 'But, in the interests of the demonstration . . . Well, onwards and inwards.' The blonde pressed the egg further in. Fascinated, Angie watched as it gradually disappeared, pink lips hungrily engulfing it, urging it on its way. 'It's quite possible to alternate,' said Felicity. 'Vibrating or not, I can push it in with my fingers, pull out with the string. See what I mean? It's like going for a different rhythm within the multiple rhythms.' 'Do you feel full?' Angie asked, genuinely interested because the toy seemed so small. 'Pussies are tight and retentive,' said Felicity, remarkably cool considering what she was doing. 'Mine is particularly so. So yes, it fills me. And doesn't it feel good!' She had been sitting on the edge of the bed. Now she shifted position and lay back with her head on a pillow. Not wanting to miss one word of the lesson, Angie followed her, kneeling on the duvet, closer than close. Pressing a button on the remote, Felicity proceeded. 'This is the basic pattern on the slowest speed. Can you hear it?' 'Yes. I'd hear it in a restaurant, too.' 'What, over background music and all the other sounds of folk eating and chatting?' 'Hmmm, possibly not, but I wouldn't be sure. Not if I actually knew it was vibrating, I mean.' 'Trust me . . . You'd know!' 'I guess I would,' Angie admitted, suitably enthralled. 'Maybe a bit of uncertainty adds to the occasion,' said Felicity. 'Maybe we should try it the next time we get together, downstairs in the bar.' 'Maybe we should, but what else does it do?' In response Felicity pressed another button. The faint buzz accelerated, becoming a little louder. 'This is the same pattern on medium,' she said, her composure less complete, slightly ruffled. 'Two minutes of this and I'll cum.' 'Go ahead, be my guest.' Angie edged in closer still. Felicity was shaved clean down there. Streaks of lady juice were running in all directions, soaking the bed covers. She smelt of shampoo, feminine deodorant and woman. She smelt heavenly. 'This is what I like,' Felicity murmured, inching her right hand towards her clitoral hood, moving it over her clit, the incessant buzzing resounding. 'And it's better to have an audience.' She moaned, gasped and laughed. 'I've never had an audience before. Not like this, anyway.' Dismissing "look but don't touch", Angie kissed the inside of Felicity's thigh. Felicity sighed and said, 'Oh yes.' Encouraged, her eyes still fixed on Felicity's firmly, regularly stimulated clit, Angie kissed the inside of her other thigh. Felicity groaned. 'Oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes.' Her orgasm was ballistic. Swapping kissing for licking, Angie put in as much extra effort as she could. Swapping the first pattern for the next, still sticking to medium speed, Felicity started over. 'Two minutes of this and I'll cum,' she promised. Chapter Five Somehow mid-afternoon became late-ish evening and Felicity wanted to buy dinner. 'It's my shout, she insisted. 'And you're supposed to be a penniless student, so shut up and join me in the shower.' Angie could have claimed she'd recently earned her keep behind the Union Bar. Or that she was flush with "Christmas Money" from her parents. But she could see that Felicity meant business. So she shut up and joined her in the shower. Showering together was great fun and drying each other afterwards was . . . Well, girly but interesting. No, it was girly and very, very interesting. 'Dinner on me,' Felicity said, smiling into Angie's eyes. 'And, seeing as you've done all the giving, you get the star prize.' Angie scowled. 'I thought I already had the star prize.' 'No you haven't. Not yet. Tonight, Angie, you get to go out with an egg. And don't bother arguing; I am not listening.' 'I am not going out with an egg up my pussy,' Angie argued. 'I dare you,' Felicity retorted. That did the trick. 'I dare do anything,' Angie countered . . . rashly. 'I know you dare. And I knew you'd say that.' \\\\\* It wasn't easy to tell if having the (as yet inert) egg inside her was a turn-on. On the one hand Angie was hopping from foot to foot, expecting the by-now familiar buzz at any second. On the other hand the suspense was killing her. So how the heck was she supposed to form a reasoned opinion? How with Felicity smirking, sniggering and leaving her to stew? Felicity knew where the "best" restaurant was. Fresh from the shower, she was back in her après gym kit of pink trainers, leggings and striped jumper. And, due to the time of year she had added her smart work jacket. The remote control was in her left-side jacket pocket. And her left hand was forever hovering . . . forever hovering without pouncing. At least it was as yet. The bistro wasn't a million miles from the hotel (it was only sexual tension making it seem like several light years away). A very pleasant, middle-aged guy who may have been Italian ushered them in and up to a prime corner table. 'A day without wine is like a day without sunshine,' he said. 'What can I bring you?' 'It's pinot every time for me,' said Felicity. 'One of those litre carafes will do very nicely. Angie nodded. 'Make it a two litre carafe,' she said. 'She's paying.' 'Bellissimo,' he replied with half a theatrical bow, not necessarily proving his ancestry but confirming he knew how to suck up to his clientele. 'Felicity . . .' Angie began, more on edge than ever. 'Relax,' the blonde replied, sniggering. 'Anticipation is most of the deal, yeah?' 'Felicity . . .' Her objection was interrupted by the arrival of their wine. And the massive carafe was chilled within an inch of its life. Condensation was constantly forming and trickling down with gravity, leaving wet snail-trails in its wake. 'You pour,' said Felicity, 'then get a load of the menu.' Angie was slightly wrong-footed. Her blonde friend had obviously dined here often enough to know the ropes inside out and upside down. She also still had her finger on the remote. 'I'll go for the minestrone and a steak,' Angie said, not bothering to look at the carte du jour. 'I always did have you down as a soup and sirloin girl,' said Felicity, sniggering again. 'Ah well, you're wrong. I'm going for the fillet with pepper sauce, not the sirloin.' 'Let's just call it a close miss.' 'Cheers,' Angie replied, touching her glass to Felicity's. The maître d' was back, notebook in hand. Angie's hostess expertly gave him their order then covertly slipped her hand back into her jacket pocket. Angie nearly died. By then she was familiar with all of the egg's patterns and speeds. Felicity had set it off again on the second pattern, and at its slowest pace. Even so, the bloody thing was buzzing like a swarm of bees. Fighting off sheer panic, Angie somehow convinced herself she was "hearing" vibrations which were inaudible to anyone outside of her body. But hey, it was a hard sell! Felicity, meanwhile, was sniggering and pressing more buttons. Sticking to the slowest pace, she very casually ran through one pattern after another . . . again and again and again. Angie kept sipping vino and somehow didn't spontaneously combust. An afternoon of full-on sex was not a patch on this. Not even no-holds-barred with a new lover. Not even with all the toys and tricks in the universe. An afternoon of full-on sex wasn't to be sneezed at, that went without saying, but the excitement here and now was up and off the scale. And how the hell could no-one hear that buzz! The small bistro was crammed and she could feel it in her teeth. Not to mention in her . . . Her . . . Congratulating herself on her self-control, Angie rode through the sequence of ever-changing patterns without mishap. Well, okay, she was unmistakably building and building, but today's latest flimsy pair of panties was not as yet wrecked. Not quite, anyway. Then their starters arrived: Angie's soup and prosciutto for Felicity. And then, before Angie could ladle up her first spoonful, the vibrations stopped. How unfair was that! 'I'm going to get you,' Angie hissed across the table. 'Never mind going home to have an early night. I am going to get you for that.' There was venom in her tone . . . and intent, too. Saying she was "as satisfied as ever", Felicity hadn't committed to a return to bed. She was tired, she'd made out. Tomorrow was another day . . . Not now it wasn't. 'I mean it,' said Angie. 'I'm going to get you so bad.' Felicity didn't appear to be particularly concerned. She stuck out the pink tip of her tongue in the usual worldwide gesture of disrespect before clicking her remote. Straight in at pattern three . . . in middle gear! Angie had been (so to speak).abandoned there on the sheer edge of a very high cliff. She'd actually fallen backwards, away from that edge, in an awful, painful slow-motion. Her minestrone forgotten in the blink of an eye, she re-climbed. And she re-climbed faster than the fastest mountaineer. A champion at abseiling couldn't have gone down as fast as she went back up. 'Omigod,' she breathed through clenched teeth, perversely wishing Felicity would spare her. She didn't. 'Isn't the food in here wonderful?' Felicity said sweetly, conversationally. Angie usually came like a nuclear event. Right then she came like planets colliding head-on . . . and big rocky ones at that, not gas giants. Exhibiting superhuman strength, she managed not to disturb other diners. 'Why thank you, Felicity,' she said, surprised by the evenness of her own voice. 'That had to be one of the best starters ever.' 'Good,' said Felicity, pressing another button. 'More is yet to come.' \\\\\* Angie grabbed the blonde ten yards away from the bistro, pulling her into what was more like a side street than an alley, releasing tons and tons of pent-up energy in one mighty, passionate snog. Without rhyme or reason their groins were grinding again. It may have been in Angie's imagination, but their contact seemed pre-ordained. 'Jesus, yes,' Felicity grunted. Angie, very conscious of the dormant-again toy inside her, pressing Felicity up hard against a plain brick wall, ground on and on. 'Come on duck,' she urged, 'come on and cum for me.' She already knew that Felicity could cum for England, that her restraint and reserve was just as poor as her own. Or should that be just as joyous and plentiful? Whatever, three minutes of grinding and Felicity was after her remote. Grabbing her scrambling hand, Angie grinned into her tense, taught face. 'Oh no,' she said. 'Forget going home for an early-ish night after having a few quiet drinks.' 'Having a few quiet drinks sounds good to me,' Felicity protested. Then, defying everything, she hit the buttons for pattern one on top speed. Angie ripped her hand out of her jacket pocket and wildly jabbed buttons herself, getting it wrong first time before finally clicking the damn thing off. 'Back to the hotel,' she snarled, 'right now, this second.' Felicity laughed. 'Okay, she said, 'if you insist.' Chapter Six (Thursday 15th January 1998) Angie woke with a feeling of deep satisfaction. Her second session with Felicity had been much more energetic than their first and she'd been quite splendidly dominant. Not that she needed to be dominant, of course. It was more a matter of pride. Felicity had been well in charge in the bistro; subsequently taking her to bed and fucking her until she couldn't walk was only fair payback. And the loss of mobility was only temporary. Well, assuming three hours total listlessness counted as temporary . . . It was nearly eight by the time Felicity came round. She had to be in work by nine so they had a quick shower together then breakfasted. Then it was time for her to go and they were in the lobby, holding hands and kissing, not giving a toss about other people's opinions. 'I know you don't do relationships,' said Felicity. 'But do you ever go back over old ground?' 'Frequently,' Angie replied. 'When have you got in mind?' 'I get every second Wednesday afternoon off.' 'Brilliant. Wednesday afternoons are lecture-free for me. They're reserved for sporting activities. Shall we say in here in a fortnight, at one thirty?' 'Yes, I'll be here, ready to be sporting and ready for a very in-depth egg report. And I'm paying for the room next time. You can wine me and dine me later on.' 'Okay, wining and dining it is. And you can have your egg up you-know-where.' 'It's your egg, not my egg.' 'Whatever.' 'Sounds like a deal.' Waving her friend off Angie went back to 444. She didn't have to vacate until eleven so, rehanging out the DO NOT DISTURB sign, she treated herself to an hour or so of Double-Your-Pleasure. Yes, even after a night of hot, rampant sex, she was up for more. Inexcusable though it was, she did self-justify. For most of yesterday she'd been riding the pony. The poor old horse needed help in catching up. Honestly! And, sad to say, she did not think about Felicity for one second. No, she truly and very sincerely liked the girl, but she'd already been filed away in a drawer marked "Week After Next". Felicity was a good laugh, great at sex and without doubt a pleasure to enjoy again. She was temporarily in the past, however. And other past lovers warranted more immediate attention. Angie was itching for the new university term to begin. Never mind the poor old horse; she had lots of catching up to do. And right then, perhaps thanks to the motion of that toy inside her, she was thinking of one lover in particular. Sarah-Jayne was transgender. In Angie's opinion she was a girl with a cock, not a guy with tits. Truth was that Angie loved penetration. In a perfect world she'd be a girl with a cock herself, running riot and rampaging amongst like-minded females. Like-minded females who hadn't much time for men but weren't averse to having long, hard objects deep inside them. Sometimes Angie wondered about herself. Attraction-wise, she was exclusively girl. Okay, she could appreciate the odd good-looking guy, but she rarely wanted to fuck with one. Yet Sarah-Jayne was a bit of an oddity. Not that there was much odd about her. Her looks and body were superb. Her rather large cock aside, she hadn't any mannish features whatsoever. Fucking with her was great fun. Slowly, gently frigging herself, Angie recalled their last, most recent time. Although she could be hard forever Sarah-Jayne needed regular timeouts. Ever considerate, Angie usually used a hand on her as she "rested". To be quite frank, Angie probably abused Sarah-Jayne, taking full advantage of any occasional lull in proceedings to amuse herself in a lazy, indulgent sort of a way. Yes she'd relentlessly play with her, knowing the poor thing was already spent, that she wasn't really in the market for another cum . . . and was definitely nowhere near the market for two or three cums in relatively quick succession. Her semen no longer spurting, more like gently trickling over Angie's hand and Sarah-Jayne's board-flat tummy. Yum, yum! That last time had been a week or so before the end of Angie's first term. It felt like forever ago. It felt like time to do it again. \\\\\* The train journey didn't take long. Angie was standing in the doorway of the Union Bar soon after it opened. Standing there, breathing in the smoke and the beer fumes, loving every second of everything. As a non-smoker (as far as tobacco was concerned) Angie had always wondered why she was into smoky bars in such a big way. She wasn't an alcoholic, at least not yet, anyway, and the combination of smells should not have affected her so intrinsically. But it did. And she knew it always would. The bar was fuller than it had been a week or so ago and the jukebox was, as always, blaring out. Apparently some stupid with a flare gun had fucked everything up. Her eyes instinctively moved to Lesbian's Corner. In keeping with the rest of the bar, the average age there had dropped from mid-thirties to early twenties. The undergrads were back, not all of them, but enough to make a difference. Bad news was that her particular crowd of lesbian undergrads wasn't as yet well represented. Ruby aside, she had no favourites to round on. And Ruby was hardly a favourite. Quickly moving her eyes away from the green-haired girl, Angie assessed the other customers. All the video machines were occupied, mostly by spotty-faced lads, and so too were the three darts boards. Well, less spottily occupied. Angie laughed. Eileen had to be one of the best darts hustlers on earth. She was predictably on her usual board, the one with least stuffing bursting out of the trebles, playing a dozen or so youngsters. They were mostly but by no means exclusively male, engrossed in a game of Killer, all of them very imminently about to become a pound in the pocket poorer. Meaning Eileen was very imminently about to become at last a tenner richer. Yes, yet again. Humming along to the music, Angie headed for the bar. Dum, dum, dum; dum, dum-de-dum . . . "Smoke on the water," Ian Gillan intoned. "A fire in the sky," Angie dutifully responded. From behind the bar Joe greeted her with a smile. 'Angie, I've missed you, babe!' For once his attention wasn't totally fixed down there on her tits so she took his words at face value. In fact, overcome with the occasion, she leant over and kissed him on the lips. Okay, so she kept her tongue to herself, but it wasn't just a mate-to-mate kiss. And screw the Corner. Let the gossipy cows think what they liked. 'I missed you too,' she told Joe. 'Is the Marston's still on form?' 'Wash your mouth out,' he countered, mock-indignant. 'My Marston's is never less than perfect.' 'In that case I'd better have a pint. I've got crappy Everards coming out of my ears.' 'Everards isn't so bad,' said Joe, pulling her a pint. 'I know it isn't, but I've been deprived. Try finding a pint of Landlord in my neck of the woods. You've got more chance in London.' Joe scowled at that. Local opinion was torn between Marston's, Landlord and Boddingtons. Because of "brewery pressure" he wasn't allowed to sell Landlord. And lots of his customers hailed from "over the moss" in Yorkshire, where "Boddies" was a dirty word, Marston's was unheard of and Tetley's and Taylor's ruled supreme. Needless to report, Joe openly despised "shitty Yorkshire ale" whilst secretly wishing he had access to twenty barrels a week. 'Who's in?' Angie asked. Joe didn't need a translation. 'Billy's back,' he said, 'but I haven't seen her since yesterday dinner. Apart from her you're stuck with Ruby. Unless you fancy . . .' 'How's Professor Parkinson?' said Angie, bisecting him before he could offer. 'She's . . . Well, she's the same as always.' 'So she's in here once or twice a year, is she?' 'No,' Joe admitted. 'She's in here most nights.' 'Quelle surprise!' 'Listen, Angie . . .' 'No, you listen to me. She's obviously doing something positive for you. Enjoy it while you can.' 'But . . .' 'But absolutely nothing, Joseph; I'm a ship in the night. Like Be Bop Deluxe, except less reliable.' Joe looked gutted but still smiled. 'I suppose a free pint won't change your mind.' Angie checked for snoops before replying. 'It might help you get back into my knickers. But not on a permanent basis.' As if on cue the music changed. Possibly as far removed from Deep Purple as could be, Elton John and Kiki Dee were in harmony, determined not to stray. Strange partnership or not, the old tune resonated. Angie almost believed she was listening to a pair of love birds. "I couldn't if I tried . . ." Kiki endorsed. Speaking of which, Joe was still staring soulfully into her eyes. 'Okay,' he said, his smile a shade less strained. 'In that case please have two free pints and a complimentary baguette.' \\\\\* Angie's plan was to eat her complimentary baguette at the bar, washing it down with her first free pint before going to join Eileen over by the darts boards. Eileen being, of course, not quite the totally straight girl she seemed to be on first sight. But Ruby had other ideas. 'Hey, Ange,' she said, deliberately bumping her short ass into her at the bar, getting up close and very personal. It would have been rude to ignore her. 'Hey Rubes,' Angie replied, 'You're looking good.' 'Not as good as you, babe, wanna go fuck?' Angie hesitated. She'd got off to a bad start with Ruby by sleeping with her "wifey". That hadn't been entirely her fault; "wifey" had neglected to mention Ruby's existence. Hell, if she'd known she would have kept well away from Charlie. That is to say she might possibly have kept away. If nothing else she'd have played a little harder to get. Anyway Ruby had soon found out and gone off on one. They'd been at daggers drawn for weeks. And Ruby had been quite nasty with it, not least because Angie had paid Charlie several more visits. No way was she going to obey the green-haired gobshite's orders to keep her hands off. Not when Ruby wasn't asking very nicely . . . And definitely not when she was still enjoying the "sinful" aspect almost as much as Charlie was. (As in Charlie who liked confrontation and Ruby's subsequent punishments way beyond all reason!) It hadn't been a good public situation, though. Rather than calming over time Ruby had got evermore abusive. Angie hadn't been afraid of her but eventually proposed sex in a bid to call a truce. Anything for an easy life! In her opinion they'd got to the point where the choice was to fight or fuck. And fighting wasn't the solution to anything, was it? So why not take the peaceful route and offer a revenge fuck to dampen Ruby's fire? It had worked, too. Maybe it had worked too well. The green-haired witch had been back for more in a matter of days. In the run-up to Christmas she'd been back a dozen times at least. And, even if public punishments were not allowed in their new agreement, their private clashes had all been more than acceptable. No, they had been top notch. Mentally waving Eileen goodbye for now, Angie rounded on the smaller girl, taking in her green talons and flashing emerald eyes, shrugging off the potential damage to body and self-esteem. Recalling all their times before; breasts pressing against breasts, hot groins clamped tighter than tight. Prehistoric antagonism seemed totally unworthy, given the circumstances. 'Well,' said Ruby, 'do you?' 'Yes,' Angie replied, 'as it so happens I do.' Chapter Seven (Friday 16th January 1998) Angie woke up with Ruby's tongue in her. She had had less pleasant awakenings. And, although it was only too often articulating insults, Ruby had a simply marvellous tongue. It knew every last fold of a girl's sex. Inside and out, it was deftness and precision personified. At moments like that Angie was only too ready to forget old differences. Running her fingers through spiky green hair, stroking slender bare shoulders, feeling erect nipples rubbing along her thighs . . . What was there not to like. 'Oh yes,' she sighed, 'more, more, more!' Ruby seemed to be happy to oblige. At one stage they had snuggled under the duvet but by now that was long gone, carelessly kicked away. By now all that mattered was Ruby's never-ending attention inside her, forever inside her. Perhaps deliberately, behind the scenes Ruby was always tender and loving with Angie. In the Union Bar she was Queen Bitch, ranting, raving and all but clawing. But get her alone in a bedroom and she was sweetness and light. Still sighing, Angie began to move, the rhythm of her lower body matching Ruby's attentions, allowing her total control while endorsing everything she did. 'More, more, more,' Angie begged. 'This is so, so good.' She wasn't particularly exaggerating and could have happily let Ruby eat her all day. As it happened Ruby lasted to nearly eleven o'clock before finally stopping, citing "jaw-ache" and "repetitive strain". Angie proposed a shower and a trip to the Union Bar. 'I owe you a few beers for that,' she said. 'And I owe you a large helping of something similar later this afternoon.' 'Charlie's back this afternoon.' Ruby made a face. 'I need to get the bedsheets in the washer and do some shopping at Tesco.' Angie laughed. It had been unwashed bedsheets that blew her cover with Charlie that very first time. Well, unwashed bedsheets, Ruby's unexpectedly early return and Charlie's devil-may-care attitude. 'Don't tell me,' she said, 'your little wifey might show up at any moment. You've been running a risk as an added thrill.' 'No I haven't. She's on the three o'clock train and she's as regular as clockwork.' 'Three o'clock is still four hours away. We could sneak in a few quickies.' 'Sorry Ange, there simply isn't time. You'll have to repay me next time we snatch an opportunity.' 'We're not done, then?' 'Not by any means.' 'Okay, so don't worry, I will repay you properly. What about those beers in the meantime?' 'I'm not so sure . . .' 'You should be.' Angie grinned. 'Imagine the faces on the Corner watching us at the bar, laughing together and yucking it up. They won't know what to think.' Ruby liked that. Her grin matched Angie's. 'Let's go for it,' she said. \\\\\* Ricky collared Angie the second Ruby left the Union. 'Ye gods, girl,' he practically gasped, 'give me the inside story.' Ricky was hired help behind the bar. He was also the university's gossip par excellence. Angie didn't do title-tattle but knew how the grapevine worked. One word out of place with Ricky and it may as well be headlining tomorrow's newsletter. Or maybe even the Daily Mirror. Still, she was infamous already, so why not? 'Whatever do you mean?' she asked ingeniously. 'You and Ruby,' he replied eagerly, clearly amazed she was obliging him. 'I've seen you pairing off before, but I've never seen you so . . . so utterly friendly.' 'You've noticed before, have you?' 'Haven't we all! But before you were growling at each other; just now you were practically in love.' 'Love doesn't come into the equation,' said Angie, 'but just now we have reason to be friendly.' 'Pray do tell.' Angie leaned across the bar and lowered her voice. 'Did you see us pair off yesterday?' 'Yes.' 'What time was it?' 'I dunno, maybe two o'clock.' 'And what time did we arrive today?' 'Before twelve, I reckon.' 'So we were gone twenty-two hours. Knock off an hour or so for travelling time and there's your story. At least ten hours each.' 'Ten hours,' he echoed. 'What do you mean?' 'I mean ten hours each. Work it out for yourself.' Ricky gaped at her. 'Oh my God,' he murmured. 'Makes you feel inadequate,' Angie said lightly, 'as a man, I mean.' 'Makes me wish I'd been a fly on the wall,' he replied. 'Oh my God, what are you both like!' Chapter Eight Unusually tired, occasionally even yawning, Angie revisited her halls for the first time in a fortnight. A quick siesta was, she reckoned, somewhat overdue. Two weeks of relentless sex left one weak . . . so to speak. And Friday night lay ahead of her like a beckoning whore. Not that she ever thought of women as whores. Herself excluded, she only ever thought of women in positive terms. Girls just wanna have fun, yeah? Removing her Docs and stripping off her jeans she lay flat on her back, studying the ceiling. And for no reason whatsoever, found herself thinking about Professor Parkinson. Well, for no reason aside from the warm hand instinctively cupping her even warmer sex. Officially, Angie hated the professor. She was maybe forty, wrinkle-free and far too good-looking. She also had Joe twisted around her little finger. Unofficially, Angie liked Joe a lot. He was very much a man but it wasn't his manliness that she liked, it was him. She liked him as a person. Perhaps she liked him too much . . . for a man. And perhaps her hatred for the predatory bitch was overstated. She hated the cow as a person almost as much as she liked Joe. But she would never kick her out of bed. No, right now in her vivid imagination she had the Parkinson woman beneath her, thrusting something unforgiving and very hard into her, thrusting it in deeper and deeper, again and again. And Professor Bitch was staring up into her eyes, wailing and pleading . . . wanting more . . . wanting less . . . sounding like a banshee as she put forward both sides of the same old argument. The head of the bed was banging against the wall as Angie pounded and pounded. Angie could feel herself readying, could sense the edge of the only-too familiar cliff fast approaching, but forced everything back, away from the drop. Rap, rap, rap went the bed against the wall. Fuck, fuck, fuck went Angie's vigorous groin. Half asleep as she was, realization suddenly dawned. That rapping wasn't imaginary, it was very real. There was someone knocking at her door. "Open the door," Paul McCartney's voice whispered to her, "and let 'em in." 'Who is it?' Angie mumbled. In reply her door opened and Helen stepped into the room. 'Hiya sleepyhead,' she said, 'I come bearing gifts.' Angie's jury was out on Helen. She'd had sex with the girl but always in Madhu's company. Weird as it was, they'd only ever done threes. That is to say, they'd only ever done threes when Angie was involved. She had reason to believe that Helen and Madhu had done plenty of twos without her. Come to that, she had reason to believe Helen was on the prowl when it came to Madhu. 'Hello,' she said out loud, still reserving judgment. 'To what do I owe the honour?' Helen had her back to the closed door, blatantly concealing something. Laughing and with a flourish, she produced it. 'Call me the Lost Property Department,' she said. She was waving a red Double-Your-Pleasure strapless. Angie would have bet millions it was the one Madhu had "borrowed" from her. And she'd have bet zillions that Helen wanted to use it. Like imminently . . . Like just about now. And what was that strong twitch inside her? Was it a sign of consensus from the hung jury? Was the foreperson about to give a verdict? 'Where's Madhu?' she asked, testing the water. Helen comfortably sidestepped. Then again, she would, wouldn't she? 'She's not back until tomorrow morning,' she said airily. 'That gives us a window, doesn't it?' The foreperson cleared her throat and shrugged. Obviously the decision was not unanimous. Helen seemed to take silence for assent. Smiling serenely, she stripped. Still fuzzy-headed and short of sleep, Angie watched her. The girl wasn't at all bad, she had to admit. Small tits, large ass and a waist like an hour glass. Not to mention the morals of an alley cat. Or, tits, ass and waist notwithstanding, could she possibly be thinking about herself? \\\\\* Taking a new lover was always good. And, with Helen being a sort of new lover, the experience was a lot of fun. Having her individually was in its way more exciting than having her in tandem. Or should that be having her in trandem? Whatever it was, Angie didn't care. Helen might not have Ruby's skilled tongue but she was as eager as any girl she'd ever known; as eager and twice as forward. Joining her on the single bed she kissed Angie deeply. Angie closed her eyes and felt the so-familiar swirling sensation. Dismissing the jury as no longer relevant, she kissed back passionately. And then Helen's hand was on her bare thigh, sliding up and tugging her panties aside. The pony end of the red Double-Your-Pleasure was inside her before she realized what was going to happen. It felt a bit strange wearing it semi-dressed, but not disagreeable. And it felt even better when Helen gave her the world's best blowjob. Talk about a lengthy series of peaks and troughs! Helen perpetually threw her off cliff tops but never once let her crash down to earth. No, she'd halt the fall maybe halfway down and ease her back up to the summit. And then throw her off again, naturally. Even lacking Ruby's tongue, she performed excellently. All good things come to an end but that one only turned into another treat. Ripping Angie's sweatshirt off, Helen rolled onto her back and opened her legs wide. 'Fuck me,' she commanded. 'But not with that. Use your harness and the biggest dildo you've got.' Angie's drowsiness had miraculously vanished. She'd have preferred to use the strapless toy but who was she to disobey? 'I know you're renowned,' Helen said as Angie stepped into her harness. 'And I know you've always been holding back when Madhu's around. But this is just me and you. I want you to fuck me hard and long. In fact I want you to fuck me harder and longer than you've ever fucked anyone.' So Angie did. \\\\\* 'Don't you want to know how I ended up with your toy?' It was about eight in the evening, time for a break. Lying naked and embraced, Angie had been idly thinking about beer and fish and chips. The Double-Your-Pleasure hadn't featured in her musings at all. Well, only as an option for later, after they'd been out for refreshments. 'I got together with Madhu over Christmas,' Helen went on. 'She invited me to her mother's for three days. And what house that was! It must have had ten bedrooms, all of them taken up by friends and relatives.' She laughed. 'Fortunately Mrs Khan is a modern woman. She didn't mind me sharing with Madhu.' Angie was surprised by the sudden stab of envy. 'Anyway,' said Helen. 'Three days wasn't enough so I invited Madhu to my mother's for the next week or so. Mum was away, you see. It would have been madness not to, wouldn't it?' Having "house minded" with Sandra under similar circumstances Angie couldn't argue with that. She could, however, feel herself alienating from Helen. She was being far too smug and matter-of-fact. And Madhu was sweet and innocent. What oh what was she getting into? Madhu had brought her teddy with her to uni, for God's sake! Of course she was innocent!! 'I couldn't believe it when Mrs Khan took me aside,' Helen said, chuckling throatily. 'She is seriously sexy, by the way. Have you met her?' 'I have once; when Madhu was moving in to 443.' 'Did you want to fuck her?' Helen immediately answered her own question. 'Of course you did. You're mission is to fuck every lez on the planet, isn't it? Anyway, she took me aside and told me Madhu has no secrets from her. And that she understood I was more than just a friend.' 'Hmmm,' went Angie. 'Madhu's going to want to talk to you when she's back,' Helen continued. 'She's got big news. We're going to be an item from now on.' Omigod, thought Angie, worser and worser! 'Do you mean like loyal and faithful to each other?' she ventured. 'That's what she wants.' Helen hunched her shoulders. Resisting an impulse to throttle the girl, Angie asked: 'And what do you want?' 'I want to nail Madhu as often as possible. Three times a week was okay, but not enough. From now on it's going to be six or seven. Is that cool or what?' 'That's not what I meant,' Angie said through gritted teeth. 'I meant do you want to be loyal and faithful too?' 'I can take it or leave it. I mean opportunities arise, don't they? Never say never and all that.' 'Is that what you agreed with Madhu; that you'd never say never?' 'Not in so many words. But what she doesn't know can't hurt her, can it?' Deep down Angie supposed Helen believed they were two women of the world, batting a bit of breeze after consensual sex; that her infamous record of bed-hopping made her a heartless cow, amused by the idea of some innocent wanting commitment. But Angie was far from heartless. And she loved Madhu like the sister she'd never had. 'Did you come here on purpose?' she growled. 'What?' 'Did you come to my room deliberately, to get one over on me? Or perhaps even to get one over on Madhu?' 'No.' Helen looked genuinely bemused. 'It's just obvious we won't be doing threesomes anymore. So today seemed like our one and only chance. You and me, I mean, without you-know-who. Plus I didn't half fancy getting nailed.' By that point everything about Helen was annoying Angie. From her overall, carefree attitude to the way she said "lez" and "nailed". Okay, Angie knew she was the last person with a right to complain about language used by others. To her the least acceptable four-letter word was usually "love". But not right now. 'Get out of my room,' she snarled. Helen got off the bed but didn't leave. 'Hey,' she said, 'what's with you? Today was no more than light entertainment, not something heavy. No need for Madhu to know, is there?' 'Listen to me,' Angie replied. 'If you ever hurt Madhu in any way, I will kill you. And that's a promise.' 'Oh my God,' Helen exclaimed, 'you're jealous!' 'Get out of my room.' Helen picked up her clothes but made no effort to put them back on. 'I can't believe it,' she practically sneered. 'You could have had her all to yourself but you wanted your freedom. You didn't realize that you wanted her. But now she's gone, you do. How ironic is that!' 'It's ironic enough to get you a broken arm,' said Angie. 'You've got three seconds.' Opening the door bare-assed, Helen still lingered. 'I won't tell,' she said, 'about you forcing me to have sex this afternoon, I mean. If you keep mum then so will I. But if you blab, I'll expose you as a sexual predator. And Madhu knows what you're like.' 'I forced you!' 'That's the way I'll spin it, my word against yours. If I have to, that is . . . If you don't see reason.' Helen sneered again then, seeing Angie's ferocious expression, exited hastily, stage right. And Angie, convinced her world had just ended, buried her face in her hands. Meanwhile, in the back of her mind, Elton and Kiki were off again. "Don't go breaking my heart . . . I won't go breaking your heart." Too late, though. It was already broken. Angie hadn't cried since she was twelve. Following a knock to her head she'd lost her hair overnight, fallen out, never to properly grow back. From having a luxurious back mane flowing halfway down to her ass she'd suddenly been very much a fully-fledged skinhead. Her one claim to glamour snuffed out, just like that. Not that she cried now. No, somehow holding back the tears, she merely sobbed.
Frank and Tanya	121,918	4.5	938,141	[ "loving wives", "wife", "union" ]	I sat there and stared at her incredulously. It took a few seconds for what she had said to register and in those few seconds my mind went back in time. I'd met Tanya Louise Marshall on the first day of school when I started the eighth grade. She had just moved to town and didn't know anyone in the class. From the first time I'd laid eyes on her I was lost. I introduced myself and she gave me a big smile and said that she was glad to meet me. My eyes followed her everywhere she went and when school let out for the day I asked her if I could walk her home and she said that it was sweet of me to ask, but she was going with some of the girls she'd met that day. That was just the first of a thousand rejections that I received over the next ten years. They were always nice and gentle refusals, but refusals none the less. When we graduated from college she took a job somewhere on the west coast and I went to work in the family business and did my best to forget Tanya. \++++++++++++++++++++ Even though my mind was always on Tanya I didn't let my feelings for her get in the way of my dating others. I did have an active social life even if I wasn't having it with the girl I wanted to have it with. Pauline French relieved me of my virginity and Harlina Collins, Beverly Abbeg and Nancy Wilde saw to the furtherance of my sexual education. A year out of college I met and married Nancy Neubert. The marriage only lasted two years. It ended when I caught her in bed with her high school sweetheart. It was a cliché. I came home early one day and caught Nancy and her lover in bed. I was very civil about it and simply told him to get dressed and get out of my house and he dressed and left without a word. I told Nancy to pack a bag and go stay with her parents while I talked to an attorney to see where things would go from there. She begged me to let her stay and told me that it wasn't what I thought it was. I laughed at that and she said: "Its true baby; it wasn't what you think. I love you and you know I do. All that happened here today was closure. Closure for both Alan and me" and then she told me the story. She and Alan had been a couple from the seventh grade on. By the tenth they were already talking about marriage after high school graduation. Alan felt that since they were going to get married anyway it wouldn't matter if they started having sex. Nancy told him no. She told him that she intended to go to her marriage bed a virgin. He kept pushing and pushing and she finally broke down enough to start giving him hand jobs. By mid eleventh grade she had progressed to giving Alan blow jobs. Alan still kept pressing and she promised him that she would give him more sex than he could handle once they tied the knot, but not before. He told her he was going to hold her to that promise. During the summer vacation between eleventh and twelfth grades Alan's father took a promotion that required that they move eleven hundred miles away. Alan promised that he would come back for her as soon as he had his high school diploma and then he reminded her of her promise. Nancy and Alan had stayed in touch all through the next year and then suddenly she stopped hearing from him and all her letters to him went unanswered. After a while she figured that he had found someone new and she got on with her life. We met and married and then one day Alan showed up where she worked and they had a tearful reunion. Over lunch Alan brought Nancy up to date on what had happened to him. He and his mom and dad had been involved in a five car pile up on I-5 and his parents had been killed. He had survived, but was in a comma for nine months. When he had come out of it he had no long term memory. After a year in rehab and therapy his memory had come back and as soon as he was able he had come back for her. He was bitter at finding out she was married. They had lunch together a couple of times a week and according to Nancy she only did it because she felt so bad over thinking that he had found someone else and that's why he stopped communicating with her. Over one of those lunches he reminded her of her promise to him. She told him she couldn't because she was now married to me. He told her that she owed him for all the times she sent him home with blue balls and she kept saying that she couldn't, Alan kept working on her and she decided that she would do it one time with him more to settle what she thought of as a debt than because of love. It would give closure to their interrupted relationship. "I felt I owed him baby. After all he had been through he came for me only to find that I hadn't waited for him. It was only going to be the one time and you were never supposed to know about it. Honest to God baby it was only going to be the one time. I love you Frank and you know I do. Please try to understand and please, for God's sake, forgive me." I told her she still needed to pack a bag and leave because I had a lot of thinking to do and I didn't need her around distracting me. \++++++++++++++++++++ She went to stay with her folks and I spent a week thinking about the situation and in the end I decided to take a chance on Nancy. She came back home and then proceeded to do her absolute best to spoil me rotten and fuck me to death. After a couple of months it occurred to me that she was trying too hard and I started thinking that it was her way to keep me from thinking about what she might be doing so I decided to do some checking. I could account for all of her time in the evenings and on the weekends, but then I remembered that she said that she had met her old boyfriend for lunches. I took a couple of days off work and was parked down the block from where Nancy worked about a half hour before her lunch hour. Nothing happened on Monday, but Tuesday she came out of the building at twelve noon and I followed her to the Starlight Motel. She pulled up and parked in front of room 103 and sat there. Two minutes later a car with California plates pulled up next to her. Alan got out of the car, walked over to Nancy's car, leaned in her window to kiss her and then went to the office. He came back with a key and the two of them went into room 103. I sat and watched the door to 103 until Nancy came out and then I followed her back to work. Once she went inside I went back to the Starlight and a fifty dollar bill got me the information that Alan Pendergast had a standing reservation for room 103 on Tuesdays and Fridays. I'd never heard of a specific motel room being reserved so I asked if there was anything special about the room that would make it desirable and I found out that it was the only room with a hot tub. All of the odd numbered rooms on the first floor were supposed to have hot tubs, but the builder ran into financial problems before the other hot tubs could be installed. As I drove home a plan took shape in my mind. Surprisingly enough I felt no animosity toward Pendergast. All he had done was come back for the woman he loved. True, she was with another when he got there, but he loved her, wanted her and so he didn't give a rat's ass about me. I didn't doubt for a minute that part of the time he spent with her was spent trying to get her to leave me for him. The only question in my mind was why she didn't do it? It was obvious to me that she wanted to be with him. Why else would she be meeting him? That evening Nancy was her usual amorous self and I went along with the program as I did again Wednesday and Thursday. Friday when she pulled up and parked in front of room 103 I was in place and ready to put my plan into action. As soon as the two of them were in the room I backed the U-Haul truck I had rented up next to Nancy's car and started unloading boxes. I'd rented the truck Thursday and had purchased seventy-five moving boxes. I left for work at my normal time on Friday, but had only driven around the block and then waited for Nancy to leave for work. I went home and packed everything of Nancy's into the boxes. I packed up everything that we had bought because she wanted it and then I drove over to the Starlight and waited. I unloaded the boxes as quietly as I could and then I stacked the boxes in front of the door of the motel room. It built a wall three boxes deep and the only way to get out of the room would be to tear down the wall from inside the room and that wouldn't be an easy task since the wall went higher the door to the room. They would have to wrestle a box out of the first row only to find another row behind it. The last thing I did was lean the bed frame, box spring and mattress that Nancy had cheated on against the box wall. The last part of the plan would take place when the two of them had finally worked their way out of the room. They would find a process server waiting to hand Nancy an envelope and to tell her that she had been served. I drove home and prepared myself for the meeting that I knew was coming. Such preparation being three fingers of Jack over ice. I didn't bother changing the locks on the house. Nancy's name was on the title with mine and her paychecks helped pay the bills. I doubted that we could co-exist until the divorce was final so it was likely that one of us would have to move out, but it wouldn't necessarily be Nancy. The phone rang at 3:10 and in answer to my "Hello" I got a "Can I come home?" "It isn't a home anymore Nance, but yes, you can come to the house." She walked in at 3:25 and the first thing out of her mouth was a cliché. "It isn't what you think baby. I can explain if you'll let me." "Go ahead. It has been a difficult day for me and I could use a laugh." "I love you baby; honest to God I do, but I also have strong feelings for Alan. He was so much a part of my life that yadda, yadda, yadda..." I listened and let her run down and then I said, "What you are telling me is that you want us both since you can't seem to choose between us." I think I saw just a glimmer of hope on her face before I continued, "Since you can't seem to choose I guess it is up to me to make the choice and I choose not to be married to a cheating whore." I looked at my watch and then said, "If you hurry you might be able to get to Alan's place in time to fix him dinner." "But baby I ..." "Just go Nancy. You are damaged goods and I want no part of you." It was a pretty messy divorce since it turned out that Nancy was pregnant and I wasn't going to accept paternity until I could be sure that the baby was mine. It wasn't and because of that and a prenuptial agreement she had signed Nancy didn't come out of it all that well. The only surprise was that she didn't move in with Alan. He left town two months after I had her served and he didn't take her with him. \++++++++++++++++++++ Three months after the divorce became final I was sitting at the bar in the Landing Strip Lounge which was my watering hole of choice. It was open mike night and a parade of would be standup comics was entertaining the crowd. A girl I recognized as a clerk at the gas station/convenience store I occasionally stopped at was doing her routine and since I knew her well enough to say hi to I listened to her routine. "A man said to his wife one day "I don't know how you can be so beautiful and so stupid at the same time." "The wife said "Allow me to explain. God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me. God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you." That got a loud laugh and some foot stomping applause from most of the women in the audience and she continued on. The next one must have been for Bobby Denton because everyone knew about his penchant for blond jokes. "A mathematician, a philosopher and a blond go to Hell and receive a challenge from the Devil. If they can stump him they can go to Heaven instead of being roasted by the fires in Hell. The philosopher goes first and asks the Devil a very hard question. The Devil smiled and said, "That the best you got?" and then rattled off the answer. The mathematician went next and the Devil instantly gave the answer. When it was the blonds' turn she took a chair and bored three holes in the seat. She sat down on the chair and she farted. Then she looked at the Devil and said: "Now tell me which hole the fart came out of." "That's easy. It came out all three of them." The blond laughed at him and said, "No stupid. It came out of my butthole." That one got a decent laugh and then she said, "One more then I've got to get home and get the kids to bed. "In a dark and hazy room, peering into the crystal ball, the Mystic delivered the grave news to Laura. "There is no easy way to tell you this so I'll just have to be blunt. Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a horrible and violent death this year." Visibly shaken, Laura stared at the women's lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself and to stop her mind racing. She simply had to know. She met the Mystic's gaze, steadied herself and then asked in a quivering voice, "Will I be acquitted?" That one nearly brought the house down and she blew kisses to the audience as Bobby Denton walked out to take the mike from her hand. I had only meant to stop for one beer before heading for home, but I was enjoying myself so I decided to have another beer. That decision was to lead to a startling consequence. Bobby asked if there was anyone in the audience who would like to come up and take a shot at making the crowd laugh and a hand went up from a woman at table with four other women. Her back was to me, but just as my second cold PBR was set down on the bar in front of me the woman turned and my heart damned near stopped. The woman was Tanya. Time had not lessened the effect that she'd had on me since the day I first met her. She took the mike from Bobby and thanked him for giving her the chance to embarrass herself in public and then said: "A nice, calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy, walked up to the pharmacist, looked him straight in the eye and said: "I'd like to by some cyanide." The pharmacist asked, "Why in the world do you need cyanide?" The lady replied, "I want to poison my husband." The pharmacist's eyes got big and he exclaimed. "Lord have mercy! I can't give you cyanine to kill your husband. That's against the law. I'll lose my license! They'll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not!! You CAN NOT have any cyanide!" The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist's wife. The pharmacist looked at the picture and said: "You didn't tell me you had a prescription." That got her a big laugh and she followed up with, "The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment. Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it. The next day the kids came back and one by one they began to tell their stories. They were all the regular types of stuff; spilled milk and pennies saved and things like that. She came to Janie who was the last one to tell her story. "Do you have a story to share Janie?" "Yes ma'am. My daddy told me a story about my mommy. She was a Marine pilot in Desert Storm and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a flask of whiskey, a pistol and a knife. She drank the whiskey on the way down so the bottle wouldn't break when she landed and then her parachute landed her right in the middle of twenty Iraqi troops. "She shot fifteen of them with the pistol until she ran out of bullets, killed four more with the knife before the blade broke and then she killed the last Iraqi with her bare hands." "Good Heavens" said the horrified teacher. What did your daddy tell you was the moral of this horrible story?" "Stay away from mommy when she's been drinking." The house went crazy and Tanya left the stage to a standing ovation. As I watched her walk back to her table I wondered if I should attempt to say hello, but I couldn't figure out how to do it. I didn't want to suffer the embarrassment of being dismissed in front of four women I didn't know. I decided to take a chance. I called the waitress over and ordered a round for the five women at the table. When she delivered the drinks she told the women who had sent them over all five women looked over at me and two of them waved thanks and then they went back to talking. I really didn't expect anything, but I had hoped that Tanya would have shown some sign of recognition. It didn't happen so I finished my beer and got up to leave. I was almost at the door when I heard, "Frank? Wait up Frank." I turned to see Tanya coming toward me. I stopped and when she got to me she handed me a piece of paper and said: "Call me." She turned and went back to her group. I looked at what she handed me and saw that it was a piece of a bar napkin with a phone number on it. I looked back at the table and saw four women looking at me with what I could only believe was astonishment on their faces. Tanya sat back down with them and it looked like the other four were all trying to talk at once. I turned and went home. \+++++++++++++++++++++ When I woke up in the morning the first thing I saw when I got out of bed was that piece of bar napkin sitting on the dresser with all the rest of the stuff I'd taken out of my pockets before I'd gone to bed. There wasn't any doubt but that I was going to call Tanya, but when should I do it? I doubted that the number was her work number; the question I had was what number was it? A home land line or a cell? Should I wait until the evening and possibly end up playing telephone tag if it was a home phone and she wasn't there? Or should I call right away and possibly catch her before she went to work? If it was her cell and she was up and already on her way to work would she answer it? Or was she one who wouldn't talk on her cell while driving and let the call go to voice mail? What if she didn't drive to work and took the bus? Would she answer it or prefer not to because she didn't want to talk with a bunch of strangers around? As I stood there looking at that piece of paper while busily over-thinking things something my dad used to say when facing difficult decisions came to me. "No guts, no glory." I walked over to the bedside phone and dialed the number. \+++++++++++++++++++++++ She hadn't lost whatever it was that drew me to her. My heart beat faster as she walked toward me. I stood up and offered her my hand when she reached the booth. "So good to see you Frank. I'm delighted that you asked me to lunch." "The pleasure is all mine Tanya." She gave me a big smile when I said that and then she slid into the booth across from me. "So what have you been up to since I last saw you" she asked. "Working and trying to live the good life. You?" "Working and trying to climb the corporate ladder." "I seem to remember that you moved to the west coast when you graduated." "I did and after a couple of years and a promotion or two I took a promotion that brought me back here." "Been back long?" "About three weeks. You married Frank?" "Was. Not anymore. You?" "Never took the step. Too locked into my career to find time for it and to be honest most of the men I met and dated tuned out not to be worth a second look. Certainly not worth giving up my career for." We got into talking about careers for a bit over lunch and when the plates were cleared away she said: "Since you invited me to lunch I'll invite you to dinner. You free tomorrow night?" I did have plans, but they went instantly out the window and I said I had nothing going on. She gave me her address and I told her I would pick her up at six. She gave me a thousand watt smile and told me she would see me then and we both went back to work. \++++++++++++++++++++++++ Friday I was at Tanya's at ten to six and I sat in my car until two minutes to six and then I went up and rang her doorbell. The vision that opened the door took my breath away. Over all the years in school that I yearned for Tanya I'd never seen her look the way she looked when she opened her door. Four inch 'come fuck me' pumps, mini-skirt and a blouse that showed enough cleavage to get lost in and that thousand watt smile. She was dressed to build hard ons and I knew that it wasn't accidental. I wanted to drop to my knees and beg her to be mine and I could tell that she knew it. I had to ask myself why? Nine years of smiling sweetly at me as she turned me down time after time and now she was deliberately trying to entice me? Why? "Shut the fuck up!" a part of my brain was screaming at the part doing the wondering. "Take it and run. Thank whatever gods that be that you are even here." I offered her my arm and said, "Your chariot awaits my queen" and she laughed, took my arm and I escorted her to the car. I asked where to and she gave me the name of a trendy restaurant and told me there was no rush as our reservation wasn't until seven. We made small talk on the ride to the restaurant. The usual stuff like "Have you seen so and so since you've been back" and "Have you kept in touch with any of our classmates" and she asked if I'd gone to the five year reunion. I told her that I didn't go and she told me that she had wanted to go, but was in Italy at the time. When we got to the restaurant I checked us in with the hostess and told the girl that we would be in the bar when they were ready for us. We found an empty table, sat and ordered drinks and when they came and after we had taken our first sip Tanya said: "You are dying of curiosity aren't you?" I looked into her smiling face and said, "I can barely contain myself from shouting out "Why, why, why?" Nine years of being pretty much dismissed by you and now you are, for lack of a better way of putting it, coming on to me? Of course I'm curious." "It is really very simple Frank; I want you to marry me." "You have got to be kidding me." "This isn't a joke Frank; I want you to marry me." To say that I was stunned would be a massive understatement. The girl I had pined for since the day I'd met her in the eight grade was asking me to marry her. I'd asked her for dates a thousand times between the day I'd met her until the day we graduated from college and she had never, not once, said yes. We had never even dated and here she was sitting across from me and asking me to marry her. Un-fucking-real!! I sat there with my drink halfway to my lips and stared at her speechless! Absolutely fucking speechless. She was smiling at me and she said: "Say something Frank. Don't just sit there; say something." I finally managed to get myself together and said, "Simple? You call that simple?" "I'll admit that there might be some details to work out, but it has been done many, many millions of times so the formula is pretty much down pat. License, blood tests and then the ceremony." "But we don't even know each other. God knows that for over nine years I tried to get to know you, but the bottom line here is that we just flat don't know anything about each other." "What's to know Frank? You're a boy and I'm a girl and we are of legal age. And don't even try to tell me that you aren't attracted to me. Don't forget I saw your face when I opened the door to you tonight." "I'll admit to that, but looks alone aren't enough as I very well know from my marriage to Nancy." Before I could go any farther the hostess came up to us and told us that our table was ready. As I walked slightly behind Tanya and the hostess I was looking at Tanya's ass move and thinking that if looks alone were enough I'd get us on a plane to Vegas that very night and have the deed done in a matter of days, but as I'd told Tanya in the bar I already knew that looks alone would not make a marriage. If I'd learned nothing else from Nancy I'd learned that. As soon as we were seated and had ordered I took the bull by the horns and asked: "Okay Tanya, just what is the story here? What is going on?" "I don't know what you mean." "Of course you do. I chase after you for nine years with absolutely no luck and then go four years without seeing you and suddenly after a forty minute lunch as our only date, if it could even be called that, you ask me to marry you. I might have been born at night, but it wasn't last night so what gives?" Her face lost it's smile and she said, "I just found out I'm pregnant and for reasons I don't want to go into right now I need to get married as soon as possible. I need to have a husband before I show and ideally it should happen so the date of the marriage and the arrival of the baby seem normal to people." "What's wrong with marrying the father of the child?" "I have no idea of who he is and even if I did I wouldn't marry the low life son of a bitch." "That brings up more questions that it gives answers and the one at the top of the list is why me?" "You bought me a drink that night at the Landing Strip." "How does that enter into it?" "I've only been back here a little over two weeks and I haven't met any guys I would consider. There were a couple who might have worked if I would have had the time to get into a relationship and get to know them well enough to ask them, but I don't have the time. I need it to happen now. The night you sent me the drink I recognized you when the waitress pointed you out. My immediate thought was that the guy who had spent so much time chasing after me might jump at the chance to be with me." "I might have jumped at the chance no questions asked if I hadn't already been married to a cheating spouse." "What does that have to do with this?" "Why after being married to a cheater would I want to marry a promiscuous woman?" "What?!! Where did that come from?" "From you. You've already said you are pregnant and don't have any idea of who the father of the child is. To me that indicates a level of promiscuousness that would make me doubt the long term fidelity of a relationship." "That's a pretty rotten thing to say about a girl you don't know a whole lot about." "Which brings us right back to what I said just after you asked me to marry you. We don't know each other and don't know anything about each other. What I do know about me though is that I'm not about to jump into the fire you might be after jumping out of the frying pan that was Nancy. And then of course there are those reasons that you don't want to go into." "Am I right in making the assumption that you are not against a marriage, but you won't go into it blind, deaf and dumb?" "No you are not. I wouldn't even consider thinking about it until I knew everything about it that there was to know." She gave me a long look and then she shrugged and said, "I had hoped that after dinner we could have gone for drinks and dancing, but I guess the mood for that is shot. I don't want to discuss my situation out in public so if you will take me home I'll put on a pot of coffee and tell you the whole sad story." \++++++++++++++++++++ We made the trip to her place in silence and when we were inside her place she told me to have a seat on the couch and she went into the kitchen to make the coffee. I looked around the room and wondered why I was even there. I should have walked her to her door, kissed her on the cheek and then gone on home. But curiosity and the fact that I had crushed on her for so long drew me. I was remembering all the times she had turned me down when I heard her say something. "What?" "I asked if you used cream and sugar." "Just cream." She went back into the kitchen and returned carrying a tray that had a carafe of coffee, two cups and a small pitcher of cream. She set the tray down on the coffee table in front of the couch and poured us both a cup. "I'll let you do your own cream" she said as she sat down in the easy chair across from me. I fixed my cup, took a sip and then looked at her and waited. "It isn't a pretty story" she said, "and I don't come off looking too bright, but the plain facts are I was gangbanged at a promotion party. I don't know if I was drugged or I was just too drunk to know what I was doing. I don't know if it was rape or not. I do know that when it was over I was between a rock and a hard place. Two of the men involved were related to my boss who was the owner of the company. One was his oldest son and the other was his nephew. "If I would have hollered rape and then gone to the hospital for a drug screen my career would have been over. I had busted my ass to climb the ladder and I had earned my promotion to district manager twice over. I made the decision to put the night behind me and chalk it up as one of life's hard lessons. "It wasn't easy because four of the seven worked with me and they figured that since I done it once they could get me to do it again and they kept after me. I kept shutting them down, but it didn't stop them from keeping after me. I couldn't complain to management and claim sexual harassment because the gangbang would end up being brought into it. "Fortunately, for me anyway, the district manager in the office here had to leave the company for personal reasons and I was asked if I would be interested in relocating and taking the position. It was a no brainer for me. I made the move and the day after I got here I found out I was pregnant." "I don't see the problem. Being an unmarried single mom is almost common in this day and age." "That brings me to the other thing I didn't want to get into. My family is about as straight laced as you can get. Unmarried and pregnant would get me disowned in a heartbeat and I know this for a fact. It happened to my sister and outside of me no one in my family has spoken to her in over six years." "From a purely personal standpoint they don't sound like people that I would want to have anything to do with anyway. I could maybe see a father being an asshole, but a mother who would turn her back on the child she carried for nine months? And then raised? She must be a real piece of work." "I don't want to go there. Suffice to say I need to stay on the good side of my parents." "Why? You are a grown up now. An adult who can make your own choices and live your life the way you want." "This isn't going to put me in a good light, but I am a bit greedy. My parents are extremely wealthy and I stand to inherit quite a bit when they pass." "So you are willing to marry someone you don't know all that well just to get a couple of hundred thousands?" "No Frank; I'm willing to do it for six to ten million." "You have to be shitting me!" "Not at all Frank; not even a little bit." "You do have other options. You don't have to have the kid. Have the procedure and your family will never know." "I can't do that Frank. I may be a bit greedy and sometimes not to bright, but I can't get rid of something that is now a part of me." She looked at me quietly for several seconds and then asked, "Could you do it Frank? Get rid of a life you helped create?" "It would never get to be my choice Tanya. If it were mine I would argue against it, but the ultimate decision gets to be made by the woman. It is her body so it gets to be her choice." "There you go. I choose to have the child." "Even though you might not be able to get a husband and end up losing your inheritance?" "I said I was a bit greedy Frank, but I'm not fanatical about it. Sometimes hard choices have to be made and you have to live with the consequences. So how about it Frank? Want to help a girl out?" "What would be the mechanics of it? "What do you mean?" "A year? Two? How about the form of the divorce? What kind of prenuptial agreement to keep me from being raped in the divorce? Things like living arrangements? How to behave in social situations? What kind of front do we put up?" "Why are you talking divorce when we aren't even married yet?" "Don't pretend to be dense Tanya. It is a marriage of convenience. A marriage in name only. There is no love or affection involved here. It isn't even a business deal. There is nothing in it for me other than doing a favor for an acquaintance." "Nothing in it for you?" she said as she stood up and stripped. She stood there naked in nothing but thigh high stockings and high heels. "You call this nothing? You chased after this for years Frank and I saw the look in your eyes when I opened the door to you when you got here. You going to turn it down now that you have a chance? And what's this crap about living arrangements? If we get married it will be a real marriage. "If it will ease your mind to have a pre-nup write one up and I will sign it, but I'll tell you right now I'm as much against divorce as I am against abortion. Any divorce that happens will be because you went for it not me. There will not be separate rooms or separate beds." As she talked I stared at the near naked woman and the sight had the predictable results. She noticed and said: "I see part of you doesn't find the idea all that repulsive." She walked over to me, bent and rubbed the lump in my trousers and said: "Come on Frank; follow me into the bedroom and let me show you what's in it for you." \++++++++++++++++++++++++ It was an exhausting night and we ended up falling asleep snuggled up to each other. I woke up in the morning to the sound of the shower. I debated joining her, but decided not to. I dressed and went to her kitchen and found that she had the same make of coffee pot that I did. I rummaged around until I found the coffee and filters and then I got a pot started. I saw she had bacon and eggs in her refrigerator so I pulled them out, found the frying pans and started to build a breakfast. I fried the bacon and then as I scrambled the eggs I thought back on the night. I know that earlier I'd told myself that if looks alone were enough I'd have us on the next flight to Vegas and a quick wedding with an Elvis impersonator presiding, but I had known that looks weren't enough. But looks and the sex we'd had last night could do it. Tanya had been damned near insatiable and she had done things with me that no other female had ever done. She had let me cum in her mouth and no other girl had ever done that for me. Not even Nancy. Nancy gave a mean blow job, but she would never go all the way. Tanya did and she swallowed. Another thing I'd never done was anal. I'd always wanted to try it, but never had a girl who would allow it. Nancy had flat out told me that she would leave me if I even tried it. If I'd known how we were going to end up I would have just taken it and watched her go. I didn't even have to ask Tanya. She asked me! We started out missionary, switched to doggie and then went sixty-nine to get me ready to go again. I was on the bottom so when Tanya got me hard she just scooted forward and took me in reverse cowgirl. After a bit she turned and settled into cowgirl and when I got to where I had to get off I rolled her onto her back and finished. We rested a while and then she said, "I'll get you back to standing tall and then I want you to take me in my pooper. Will you do that for me?" I asked her if she was sure and she said, "I want you to know how far I'm willing to go to make things worthwhile for you." She was tight, but she had KY and she talked me through it. I have to admit that I liked it. I liked it a lot. As I added a handful of cheese to the scrambled eggs I was giving some serious thought to what Tanya had asked me to do. She came into the room I told her that the coffee was ready and breakfast was almost done. "Nothing fancy; just bacon and scrambled eggs with some cheese." "You're hired. When can you start?" I knew she was kidding and meant that I was hired as breakfast chef, but I decided to take it a step farther. "Depends on how fast we can get the legal stuff out of the way." "Legal stuff?" "Yeah. Stuff like the prenuptial agreement, the license and blood tests and lining up someone to perform the ceremony." "You'll do it? You aren't joking are you? You will really do it?" "If you are willing to meet certain conditions." "Conditions? What are they?" "First and foremost is a pre-nup that will protect me when the marriage ends. Next is a written agreement that will penalize you monetarily if you cheat on me while we are married." "I don't understand. Isn't that what the pre-nup is for?" "No. All the pre-nup is going to say is that if the marriage ends, no matter what the reason, both parties walk away with what they brought into the marriage and what they acquired jointly will be split evenly. The penalty agreement will see to it that I get a bonus for putting my life on hold for you only to have you go out and cheat on me." "I still don't understand. Why are you already thinking of me cheating on you and we haven't even gotten married yet." "Why would I expect you to stay faithful? We wouldn't be getting married for love. It is only a marriage of convenience. A way for you to stay tight with your family. You know nothing about me and after living with me for eight or nine months you may decide that you don't even like me. After the baby is born you might start looking for a replacement; someone more to your liking. "I'll say right now and up front that I can see it happening and I'll also say up front that I have no problem with it as long as you are honest with me about it. What I will have a problem with is you doing your looking behind my back. If you do that you are bound to be found out. Even if it isn't by me it will likely be someone who knows me or who knows of me. The word will get out and I will have people looking at me and thinking all kinds of things about me from I beat you or cheat on you and you are getting even with me to I'm no good in bed and you are getting your satisfaction elsewhere. "When I found out these things, and eventually I would, I would have to suffer the embarrassment and humiliation of dealing with the people who knew. The penalty agreement wouldn't make it go away, but it would definitely help assuage the bad feelings." "So how much would this penalty be?" "See my worry here? We aren't even together yet and you want to know what it is going to cost you." "Don't be stupid Frank. I need to know so I can tell the attorney what to put in the agreement." "I'll leave the amount up to you. You put in what you feel it should cost you if you cheat on me." "So, pre-nup and penalty agreement. Any other conditions?" "Two more. In public you will treat me as any loving wife would treat her husband." "No problem there since I would do that anyway. What's the last one?" "That I get at least two nights a week like the one I had last night." "Only two? Was I that bad?" "You were astounding." "Then why only two?" "Back to the beginning. We both know that this is a marriage of convenience. I'm giving up my freedom and to play it right I won't be able to go out and date and see to my sexual needs so I need to make sure that I lock them in ahead of time. Once again I need to point out that you might not even end up liking me enough to want to have sex with me. This last condition is to insure that whether you want to or not you will. The 'at lease two' is a minimum. It should go without saying that I will take as much as I can get." "There isn't any way I could give you a legal document that will cover that. Besides, an agreement like that couldn't be enforced." "Doesn't need to be in writing and enforcement is simple. You agree to the condition and I hold you to it. You don't honor the agreement and I simply go public about the marriage and the reasons for it and the people that you wanted to hide things from would know what you didn't want them to know." When I finished I could tell from the look on her face that things weren't going as she had expected (or hoped) so I asked: "Do we have a deal?" "She looked at me for a bit without saying anything and then she said: "I don't have much choice. I need to get things done and done quickly. I don't have the time to date and find someone suitable that I could then ask." She gave me another few seconds of silence and then asked, "Why? Why are you even willing to do it?" "The simple truth is that I don't have anything better to do. That and the benefit of a sex life that will be regular and that won't cost me an arm and a leg." "You don't have anything better to do?" "After Nancy burned me I haven't had any interest in entering into another long term relationship. Mostly I just go to work and then go home. Friday and Saturday I go out to see what I can pick up to relieve my sexual tensions. I score some, but not enough. I can go through a couple of hundred a weekend on shows, dinner, drinks and dancing and still go home with a case of blue balls. This arrangement will save me money and give me the sex life I need." The look on her face made me curious so I asked, "You having second thoughts now?" She shrugged and said, "No; no second thoughts. It just isn't going the way I thought it would." "Just how did you think it would go?" "To be honest, given the way you chased after me during our school years I thought that you would happily jump at the chance and that would be it. I didn't expect the somewhat cold business like way you have taken. It hasn't put me off; I just didn't expect it." She paused and then said, "There isn't much we can do until Monday. We can apply for the license and do the blood tests Monday and I can see an attorney and get him going on the legal stuff. I think there is a three day waiting period so figure on next Thursday or Friday to tie the knot. That okay with you?" "That will give us time to work out some of the other things that need to be looked at." "Like what?" "Like where we are going to live. Do you own this place?" "No. It is a sublet. I've got it for two months while the owner is in England on assignment. It is only supposed to be temporary while I look for a place of my own." "I kept the house in my divorce so unless you have an objection that is where we will live." "I've no problem with that." "Next we need to see my parents. I need to introduce you to them and they are going to want to know why we are rushing into things so I'm going to tell them that I got you pregnant and we need to do it in a hurry." "What will they think of me? A woman having sex while not married?" "They won't think anything of it. Mom will be overjoyed that she is finally going to be a grandmother. I'll leave it to you as to how and when we break it to your family." "That is going to be the toughie. I can' use the "I'm pregnant and we have to get married" story. I think I'll tell them that we met at a party, fell head over heels in love and eloped to Vegas and got married. They won't be happy, but it will be a done deal. My mom will be pissed because she has been planning my wedding for years. I expect that she will get over it when she finds out I'm pregnant. She has been after me for years to get married and give her grandbabies." "I thought she already had one. Didn't you say that your sister got pregnant?" "She miscarried." "That's a shame. Does she live close?" "No. She moved to Georgia when my parents disowned her." "We will have to go visit when we get a chance. Do you have any plans for the weekend?" "I was going to go grocery shopping either today or tomorrow, but nothing other than that." "That can wait. We can use the weekend to move you into my place and then you can check out what I have in the pantry and fridge before you grocery shop." \++++++++++++++++++++ And that is just what we did. By Sunday afternoon Tanya was moved in and was making out her grocery list. We hit Safeway and got what she wanted and then stopped at Outback for dinner. When we got home I called my mom and told her I was getting married again and asked when would be a good time to bring my bride to be over to introduce her to them. She told me to come to dinner on Monday. Monday we applied for the license and got the blood tests. Tanya saw an attorney and he told her he would have the paperwork ready for signatures on Wednesday. That evening we went to my parent's for dinner. Dinner went well and mom and Tanya seemed to get along great. I could tell from the way that dad looked at Tanya that he approved of my choice, but he did pull me aside and asked me if I knew what I was doing. "It hasn't been all that long since you divorced Nancy. Are you sure that this isn't an 'on the rebound' thing?" I think I surprised the hell out of him when I said, "I'm marrying Tanya for the same reason you married mom. She is pregnant and I'm stepping up to the plate." "How long have you known?" "Years and years. I saw your marriage license when I was digging through your desk trying to find something. Paper clips I think it was. Given the date on it and my birth date it wasn't hard for me to put two and two together." "Well then all I can say is that I hope you will be as happy as your mother and I have been." Mom got me alone and said, "She seems like a lovely girl. I hope it all works out for you. I'd hate to see you go through another divorce." "What will be will be mom. But you have to remember that it wasn't love that got us here - it was lust." "If you work at it love can come along and you can trust me on that." On the way home Tanya said, "I like your parents. They seem real nice." "They liked you too. My dad even told me to make sure I did everything in my power to hang onto you." "Are you going to?" "It is a two way street babe. It will take both of us." We had made love every night since our Friday date and if sex alone could make it happen we would end up celebrating our fiftieth anniversary. \+++++++++++++++++++++ The paperwork was ready Wednesday afternoon and we signed and had the signatures notarized. Friday at eleven we were married in a civil ceremony with my parents as witnesses and embarked on our new lives as a married couple. Surprisingly things went well. We learned all the things about each other that you usually learn during a courtship. We found that we liked the same foods, mostly the same music and the same authors. There were some areas where we didn't quite match. She was into chick flicks and I was more of an action thriller fan. She was an avid bridge player and I couldn't stand the game, but we both played pinochle, euchre and cribbage. We were both runners and fitness freaks and she joined the gym where I worked out. We had been married two days when she took me home to meet her parents. The looks they gave me when Tanya told them that we had run off to Vegas and had been married by an Elvis lookalike pretty much told me that I was never going to be in the top ten on their favorite people list. It was a stilted evening as you might guess and I was happy to get the hell out of there when Tanya said that we needed to be going. "They will come around when their grandbaby arrives" Tanya said. The next two months saw us having dinner or attending barbecues with relatives from both families so they could meet the bride and groom. At the affairs Tanya told everyone that she had gotten pregnant on our honeymoon. With the exception of her parents most of her relatives seemed to like and accept me and my side of the family took to Tanya and told me that I had struck gold. Strangely enough my parents and Tanya's parents got along great. Tanya was proven right and her parents did come around some when they found out they were going to become grandparents. I still wasn't in their top ten, but maybe I'd moved up to eleventh place. \++++++++++++++++++++++++ There were a few hiccups along the way. Tanya's job was taking up a lot of here time and there were a lot of late evenings and some weekend work. I got on her about it and she told me that she had worked her ass off to get where she was and she was going to keep working her ass off to make it to the next level. "I'm going to be their first female vice president." "How in the hell are you going to do that? You are going to have a kid to take care of." "Day care. I'll work until the baby is born, take a short maternity leave and then go back to work." I thought she was whistling Dixie, but she was going to do what she was going to do and I had no say in it. Regardless of the hours she worked and how tired she was when she got home Tanya never slacked off when it came to our love life. I was getting way more than the twice a week I had insisted on. We were getting it on four, five and sometimes six times a week and two-thirds of the time Tanya was the aggressor and nothing was off the table. Tanya especially liked anal and her oral was state of the art right down to and including swallowing. Our sex life did slow down some the closer Tanya got to her due date, but we were still averaging three times a week right up to the middle of her eighth month. At that point Tanya said no more until after the baby arrived and she was cleared by the doctor to have sex again. Well that wasn't exactly true. She still gave me blow jobs and I got her off with my fingers right up to when her water broke. She was at work when it happened and she took a cab to the hospital. She called me on her cell as the taxi hurried her to Saint Josephs and let me know what was going on. My office was only three blocks from the hospital and I was already waiting at the entrance to the emergency room when her cab arrived. While I was waiting for her to arrive I called both sets of parents and brought them up to date. When she got there she was rushed into delivery and after a four hour wait the doctor came out and told us mother and child were doing fine. We already knew from the ultra-sound that the baby was a boy and we had already picked out the name. My father in law was pretty much speechless when he and my mother in law went to the nursery to view their grandchild and found out that he had been named after my father in law. It was what Tanya wanted and I could not have cared less. I got a handshake and a thank you from daddy in law and a big hug from my mother in law which came as a huge surprise since it was pretty much the first time she had more than look down her nose at me whenever Tanya and I were around her. I think maybe I'm in seventh or eighth place now. My folks showed up about a half hour later and they oohed and aahed over the baby and I almost felt guilty that the child was not really mine, but I had signed up to play the roll so play it I did. They had moved Tanya to a recovery room and as soon as the nurse told us we could visit we all tromped in to visit her. She was lying there with little Jason Alexander in her arms and I swear that I had never seen a more beautiful sight in my life. Tanya smiled at me and held the baby out to me as she said: "Meet your son Frankie." I took little Alex from her and something happened. My figuring to be a pretend daddy went out the window as the baby's hand closed around my finger and gripped it. As he looked up into my face and gurgled I made a silent promise that I would be the best daddy he could hope for. \+++++++++++++++++++++++ I picked Tanya and little Alex up at ten the next morning and took them home and once there I got them settled in. I'd taken the week off from work so I could take care of Tanya until she was able to get back on her feet, but that plan went quickly into the toilet. It seems that both grandmothers had gotten together and decided that it was up to them to take care of Tanya and the baby. I was pretty much chased out of the house by the two of them and I had no place else to go so I went back to work. One thing was certain. If the grandparents had their way Jason Alexander Dalton was going to be one spoiled rotten kid. The day after I brought Tanya home from the hospital Tanya woke me up with a blow job and when it was over I asked her why. "It will be at least six weeks before we can make love again." "Before I can make love again" she said, "But I have to get you off at least twice a week. That was the deal right?" "Given the circumstances I'm not holding you to that." "I'm holding me to it. Besides, I like giving you pleasure." I decided not to argue with her. \++++++++++++++++++ The next two years slipped by. Tanya took four weeks of maternity leave and then the grandmothers went nuts when they heard Tanya was going to put Alex in day care and go back to work. No day care for 'their Alex' at least not if they had anything to do with it. They worked out a schedule where they would alternate keeping Alex while Tanya was at work. Professionally Tanya was doing well where she worked and had made the jump from district manager to regional manager and was now only one step removed from the vice presidency she was after. I was doing fine although I didn't have to fight my way up the ladder like Tanya had to. It helps when it is a family owned business. On a personal note I found out that my mother was right. Love did come along if you worked at it and I did. Things were going along great and then one evening Tanya came home from work and told me that she had a problem. A very major problem. One of the men who had taken part in her gangbang had transferred into her region and during their first meeting in her office he told Tanya that he wanted her to meet him at his motel to have a 'long lunch' with him as he put it. She told him to fuck off and die and he laughed at her and opened his briefcase, took out a folder and handed it to her. She opened it and found a dozen or so 8X10 photos of her being gangbanged. He then told her that she WOULD meet him at his motel or copies of the photos would find their way to me and copies would appear in every office in her region. "He gave me until tomorrow to decide." "I don't see a problem with it. Meet with him." "Are you out of your fucking mind?!!" "Of course not" and then I went on to explain what we were going to do. She smiled at me and told me it made her hot just thinking about it and then she suggested that we spend some time in the bedroom before going over to her mom's and picking up Alex. I thought that was a pretty good idea and so we did just that. \++++++++++++++++++++ His name was William Bagley and William was having trouble looking me in the eye. Maybe it had something to do with his condition. He was naked and sitting on one of our kitchen chairs. He was securely bound and only his right arm was free and he had a rag stuffed in his mouth. The chair was pushed up to the kitchen table and there was a pad of paper and a ballpoint pen in front of him. Also on the table were a soldering iron and a small butane torch. How did Willie come to find himself in that situation? Tanya had called him into her office and told him that there was no way she could take off for a long lunch as there was too much going on in the office at the time and she needed to be there to handle it. She also told him that there was no way that she was going to meet him at his motel. She would not risk being seen by someone who knew her. Then she told him that I was going out of town on business Tuesday and would be gone for three days and she would send Alex to her mother's for the night and that he could come over to the house. She set it up for Wednesday. That way she could be sure that I'd made my flight and wouldn't walk in on them. When Willie arrived Tanya was naked except for a pair of 'come fuck me' heels when she opened the door and Willie had laughed and said: "You slut! You want this as bad as I do." Tanya smiled at him and told him to come in. He walked and then fell to his knees when I came out from behind the door and nailed him in the kidneys with a baseball bat. I dropped the bat and put him in a choke hold until he passed out and then I stripped him and drug him over to a kitchen chair. I manhandled him onto the chair, secured him and then Tanya and I went into the bedroom and knocked off a piece. When we came back into the kitchen we found Willie struggling to get loose from his bonds. Tanya and I sat down at the table across from him and I said: "I'm afraid you have upset my wife Willie and I'm the kind of husband that hates to see his wife upset and does whatever is necessary to rectify the situation. What we are going to attempt to do here tonight is remove the reason for her being upset." I reached over and pulled the rag out of his mouth and he immediately started hollering for me to untie him. "Not going to happen Willie. Not until you have done what we require of you." "I'll have your ass in jail for this asshole." I stood and backhanded him and then stuffed the rag back in his mouth. "Here is the way it is going to go Willie. You are going to pick up that pen and write down where every picture you have of Tanya can be found and then you will write down the names of anyone else who has pictures of that night. You will do it or I will use the soldering iron to burn "Blackmailing Asshole" into your chest and then I will use the butane torch to roast certain parts of your body. Your choice Willie; the easy way or the hard way." He sat there and gave me a hard look and made no move to reach for the pen. I shrugged, picked up the butane torch and lit it. When I started to move toward Willie with the flame hissing he suddenly grabbed the pen and started writing. When he was done Tanya read what he had written. "According to this the only place he has pictures is on his laptop and he says that he is the only one who took cell phone pictures that night." "Do you believe him?" She shrugged. I took the rag out of Willie's mouth and said, "My bride isn't sure that you have been totally forthcoming Willie so I guess I'm going to have to apply some incentive." I fired up the butane torch again and started to move it toward Willie's foot. "I'm telling the truth damn it; honest to God it is all there." I looked at Tanya and she shrugged and said, "We know where to find him if he lied." I shut off the torch and said, "If you go to the police over this all it will get you is the jail cell next to mine. In case it slipped your mind blackmail is a crime." Tanya placed a digital recorder on the table, hit the play button and Willie's meeting with Tanya when they set up the evening played. "You do know that I don't want to do this right? The only reason it happened the first time is because the seven of you drugged me and then raped me." "So what if we did? You have no way of proving it." "Please don't make me do this. I really don't want to chance messing up my marriage." "I don't care if you want to do it or not. You WILL do it or I will ruin your reputation and make you the company laughing stock." I stopped the recording and said, "We don't need to waste time listening to the rest of the recording. There is enough on it to charge you so if I do go to jail so will you. Where is your laptop?" "In my motel room." While I entertained Willie Tanya took his keys, went to his motel room, got the laptop and brought it home. There were a total of twenty-one pictures on Willie's hard drive and I copied them onto a thumb drive and then deleted them off of his computer. It embarrassed Tanya that I saw them, but I needed to know a few things. I had her tell me who the men I the pictures were. I cut Willie loose and told him to get dressed and then I handed him his laptop and said: "If you lied and any of those photos show up three things will happen. One, the gangbang will be out in the open and I will see to it that the pictures I now have will get to your boss thereby exposing what you, his son and his nephew did to Tanya. He may not be too pleased to have his son and nephew called rapists. He might even fire you and see to it that you get a reference that will ensure you never get a good job again. "That ties in with the second thing. There is no statute of limitations on rape and Tanya will press the matter. True, it will be her word against yours, but her word will be backed up by the recording we have and you will be drug out into the publics eye. And don't think for one minute that she won't do it. Once you have put her photos out there for all to see she has nothing to lose in coming after you. "It is the third thing that you need to seriously consider. I will hunt you down and when I'm done with you you will wish that I had gone all the way and killed you. Do you understand me?" He looked away from me and said, "Yes; yes I do." He left and as we watched him walk to his car Tanya said, "Do you think that we really got all of the photos?" "No way of knowing, but I saw the look in his eye when I told him what would happen if any turned up. He believed me and I'm betting that if there are any he will destroy them" "And if he doesn't?" "You of all people should know that I am a man of my word." "I'm not usually into porn, but looking at those pictures has given me some ideas. Care to follow me into the bedroom?" She headed for the bedroom and I smiled and followed along behind her.
Frank and Veronica	22,687	4.54	245,460	[]	Frank and Veronica had been friends for years. They met through their spouses, now ex-spouses. But their friendship had lasted through the break up of their marriages. In fact, it was that same friendship that had helped them weather the storms of divorce. Through it all, they talked, cried on each other's shoulder, and lent support whenever it was needed. They were both 35 and had come up in the business world the hard way, they worked at it. In fact, their long hours at work had contributed to the break up of their marriages. But they still found time to meet for lunch every week. Today was one of those days. This time they had something to celebrate. Veronica had just gotten another promotion. So they split a bottle of wine and now were feeling a little loose as they walked back to her office. "So now you make more than me. Well, we'll see how long that lasts. I'm expecting Teleglobe to sign a big contract next month. That will put me over the top promotion wise. So just look out, I'm going to run you over." "Ha! You might come up even but you won't get by me." Veronica said with a silly smile on her face. Just to emphasize the point, she reached over and pinched Frank's ass. "Hey, no fair! Now I get to pinch your ass." Veronica said "You've got to catch it first." Then she started to dash off, but hampered by her high heels, she started to stumble instead. "Whoa there, little filly." Frank said as he caught her before she fell to the ground. "Someone seems to have had a little too much wine. Then a mischievous smile flashed across his face. Sensing he was up to no-good, Veronica tried to release herself from his grip. But she wasn't fast enough and received a good hard pinch on her delectable derriere. "Ow! You beast. That hurt." She started to slap at him, not really trying to hurt him. She just wanted to get her point across. Besides she was half laughing as she slapped him. "Do you know how long I've wanted to pinch your sexy little bottom? Now I know for sure, it is just right. Not too hard and not too soft. Just like I like them." "I've known for years you liked it." "What? How did you know that?" "Silly, a woman always knows when a man is checking her out. I've caught you doing it lots of times. Why do you think I wear these outfits on our lunch days? A woman likes to be appreciated, even if it is by her best friend." "Well, I guess I won't try to hide my looks anymore. Hey! You've been dressing like that for me?! I thought you always dressed so sexily. In that case, how about wearing....." He stopped talking as he caught the look on her face. Sometimes a man gets the hint and sometimes not. This time he did and shut up. After they walked a few more feet, she put her arm through his and hugged it tight to her rather generous bosom. Together they continued their walk back to her office, both intensely aware of what had been said and of where his arm was right then. To say they were both a little confused at the moment would be an understatement. They had long ago resolved that theirs was a non-sexual relationship. In fact, they had frequently given each other dating advice and even tried to fix each other up with dates. But now they were both aware that the other was a very desirable person. Frank was 6'1", weighed in at a solid 210 and had broad shoulders. He was in top physical condition from his daily workout in the gym. His suit was tailored to show off his physique, something it did very well. Veronica was more substantial in build but she had an innate sexiness that turned heads wherever she went and curves that seemed to never end. Her honey brown skin contrasted nicely with the color of her dress, combined with the blue-green pendent that nestled in her rather substantial cleavage, she was a sight to behold. They reached her office building and got on an empty elevator to go to her office. She still had his arm locked to her side but released it when he turned toward her. Not being sure what he was going to do, she just waited nervously. She thought he would remind her that they were just friends and gently peck her on the cheek. So she was completely unprepared for what happened next. Frank wrapped his arms around her and then proceeded to kiss her soundly. It was not an erotic kiss, it was a romantic kiss. After a second of surprise, she kissed him back with years of suppressed feelings for him. So involved were they that neither heard the elevator door open on her floor. The first they became aware of where they were was when Stan, Veronica's secretary cleared his throat loudly. With awareness came embarrassment. They sprang apart like grade school kids caught in their first kiss. Neither could think of anything to say, so they just stood there for a second with their mouths flapping like fish out of water. "I think you had better come on out of there. That is unless you are planning on riding the elevator until someone else catches you." Stan said with a strange grin. His words seemed to wake them from their stupor. So they sprang from the elevator just as the doors closed behind them. Not wanting to deal with what had just happened, they murmured polite words at each other before Frank took his leave. "I thought you two were just friends? That did not look like a kiss between friends." "We are just friends. That just happened by accident. Believe me, it won't happen again." "That's good. I would be a little jealous if it did." Stan and Veronica had been enjoying each others' bodies for over a year now. It wasn't a romantic relationship, just a sexual one. It had all started because they both put in long hours and rarely, if ever, got any sexual relief. One night after a particularly long, grueling day she had driven him home in her Jaguar. "God, I can't wait to get home. I am going to make myself a large martini." "That sounds heavenly. But I just ran out of gin and was planning on stopping at the liquor store on the way home. Now they are all closed." "Why don't you join me? You only live a few blocks from here, so you should be able to make it home all right if you don't have too much." She parked the car and they went into his apartment. Stan went immediately to the wet bar and quickly made up the drinks. He handed it to her and they silently toasted each other before they both turned their glasses bottom up. They looked sheepishly at each other before Stan said "I don't know about you, but I deserved that and I'm going to have another. But I think I will sit and take my time with this one." Grinning, Veronica said "Sounds like a plan." With that she dropped onto the couch and stretched her legs out. While he was busy making their next round, she took her shoes off and started to rub her feet. Handing Veronica her drink, Stan said "I bet they hurt. Those shoes are cute but they look uncomfortable. Want me to help?" "Oh, rub my feet and I am yours." She replied with a smile. As Stan really got into the massage, Veronica murmured "God, now if I could just get laid. I would be in heaven." Stan replied "I know what you mean. It's been over a year for me." At first confused, Veronica then realized she had said it aloud. At first she blushed, then she realized what he had said. "What, you? A guy like you? I thought you got laid all the time." "Are you kidding? Between work and graduate school, I barely have time for sleep, much less dating and all that stuff. That will wait until after I get my degree. What I need right now is a friend with benefits. No strings, no emotional involvement." "I know what you mean. It's been almost a year and half since I got laid. With the hours I put in at work, there is just not time to have a relationship. The last guy I dated just couldn't understand the hours I put in at work. A friend with benefits would work just great for me too." What they had both said lay out in the open between them. Neither quite knew what to say until Veronica took the initiative. "Look, I know you work for me. But do you want to fuck? Like you said, no strings, no involvement. I just need to get laid and so do you. Want to scratch a mutual itch? Stan's answer was to run his right hand up her leg to her pussy. There he continued his massage but this time his massage did not relax her. Instead it got her extremely wet. She just laid there panting as his fingers pulled her panties aside and plunged three fingers into her pussy. She was so horny it only took a few hard thrusts of his hand to make her cum. "Oh, oh, oh, my! I needed that soo bad. That's great to start but I need a hard cock in my pussy and Now!" That night led to regular sessions, sometimes only once a month and other times every week. The frequency all depended on time, location, and desire. Neither ever offered to kiss the other or whispered endearments. This was just sex; no pretense of romance had ever entered into it. It was convenient for both of them. Sometimes they would fuck in her office and sometimes at one of their homes. This was the first time anything had ever interrupted their arrangement. Veronica didn't say anything and just turned to enter her office. Before long she was immersed in her work and all thoughts of her luncheon confusion temporarily forgotten. At least to her. As Frank walked back to his office he couldn't get the feeling of her body in his arms and her lips on his. He was very confused. He had always admired her body but had never thought of her in a sexual way. Now all he wanted to do was make slow, passionate love to her before plunging his rock hard cock into her pussy. He was so hard that bought a newspaper to hold in front of his crotch. His pants were snug enough that everyone at the office would know he was aroused unless he had some camouflage. So he carried the newspaper in front of his cock as he walked briskly to his office. Luckily no one stopped him and when he checked his calendar, he found that he didn't have a meeting for another 30 minutes. Deciding that he couldn't go to the meeting in the state he was in, he slipped into his private restroom. There, he dropped his pants and grabbed his cock in his large hand before beginning to pump its 9 inch length. As he pumped away, he closed his eyes and the first vision that came to him was Veronica as she looked in his arms. Focusing on that image, it was only a minute before he exploded all over the toilet. He came so explosively that it went all over the back and sides of the toilet. So he quickly grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned everything up, including his cock. Frank went back to his desk and just sat there for a few minutes to compose himself. He was confused by his feelings but quickly put that confusion out of his mind as he prepared himself for his next meeting. Work kept them both busy the rest of the week and most of the weekend. It was Sunday afternoon when they got a chance to talk again. They decided to meet for a drink at a bar near their homes. It just seemed safer, something neither of them voiced. Sunday afternoon arrived, perhaps too soon for either of them, and now they were sitting at a small table in the bar sharing small talk. It was clear that neither of them was sure how to start the conversation until finally Frank took a deep breath and said "Did you feel it as much as I did when I kissed you? I haven't been able to get it out my mind ever since. The feel of your body in my arms, the taste of your lips." "I was hoping you would say that. I've been having a terrible time concentrating ever since. It's so bad that I caught myself rubbing my pussy during a meeting on Friday. God, Frank. What are we going to do? I mean, we're best friends. How can we be lovers? You know everything about me." Then she looked down and shook her head. "I don't want anything to screw up our friendship. You mean too much to me." "As I see it, starting with friendship gives us a solid foundation for a real relationship. Not like you had with that guy. What was his name? Stuck, Suck, something like that. You guys hated each other but that relationship lasted 2 months." Laughing Veronica replied "It was Stuckey and we did not hate each. At least, not at first. It was only later that we started to hate each other. You've had similar experiences. Remember, old what's her name, Whore or Horny? As I recall you guys fought all the time and always ended up in bed afterward." "Her name was Wannie. But yeah, we've both had relationships based on sex, not friendship. So that means you must appreciate that we have something solid to build a real relationship on. The sex will just be icing on the cake." "Icing on the cake! Why you bastard. Well, it's obvious you've never had the pleasure of getting me in bed. So I will let you get away with that comment. This time. If anything, sex with me is like the whole cake with firecrackers for candles." "Yeah, you've told me all about your exploits. Despite the fact that I know you were exaggerating, I still bet you are a firecracker in bed." "You bastard. I have always told you the truth about my sexual exploits. I am just that good." "Well, I guess then that you had better let me find out for myself" Caught by her own bravado, Veronica just sat there, not knowing what to say. Something that rarely happened to her. Then she said "I guess you deserve the chance. But Frank, I really meant it that I don't want anything to screw up our friendship. But I just can't get you out of my mind. So I guess we need to at least get this horniness out of our systems. So, my place or yours?" "I'm not sure I want just a quick fuck. I want to explore a relationship with you." "Look, Frank. I know what you mean. But let's be sure this isn't just two horny people needing to get it on. If we still want to explore a relationship after, then we can. Ok?" "In that case, my place and we can take my car." Getting up, the two started walking to the door. Frank obviously couldn't decide whether to put his arm around her or not. So he left it hovering somewhere around her back until they got to his car. He hit the button to unlock the car and turn off the alarm, then opened the passenger side door for her. As she turned to get in the car, her lips gently brushed his, sending waves of excitement over both of them. Neither of them said a word on the way over but Veronica grasped his hand and would not let it go. It was clear that she was nervous as she was gripping his hand hard enough to hurt. But he was nervous too and the pain gave him something to focus on other than what was about to happen between them. Still silent, he parked the car and went around to open her door. Once again her lips brushed his as she exited the car. Then hand in hand, they walked in the building and got on an elevator. His apartment was on the 6th floor and the ride seemed to both take an eternity and go too fast at the same time. They exited the elevator and walked the short distance to his apartment. When they got there, he took her shoulders in his hands and turned her toward him. "We can stop now and go back to the way we always have been." "Frank, you know nothing will ever be the same between us. So let's get in there and find out if it is hormones or love." With that, he turned and opened the door. Ushering her inside, he paused to admire her derriere once again, his cock getting hard with the realization that he would finally get to see it au natural. Once fully inside, she turned to face him and waited with her head tilted slightly back. Her lips were moist and slightly parted as they waited for his kiss. He did not disappoint her, taking her in his arms and kissing her more deeply than she had ever been kissed before. It was clear that his whole focus was on kissing her and she melted into his arms. The kiss lasted forever and for an instant as their tongues intertwined again and again. Finally their lips parted and they stood there gazing into each other's eyes for a minute. Then wordlessly, they began to undress each other. At first they fumbled a little but then their mutual lust for each other overcame their nervousness the clothes began to fly. It was not long before she was standing before him and his eyes were feasting on her magnificent body. She returned the favor, her eyes growing wide as she saw his cock for the first time. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen. It wasn't just the length, it was the girth. She doubted she could get her hand all the way around it and she was not a small woman. While she was licking her lips in anticipation of having that cock inside her, he was drooling over her magnificent breasts. He had always been a breast man and hers were the most gorgeous breasts he had ever seen. The aureoles were the size of small saucers with long, elegant nipples standing firm at their centers. He reached out with no conscious thought to heft her left breast, he seemed to weigh it in his hand before lowering his lips to suck her nipple in to his mouth. The feeling of his mouth on her nipple sent a surge of desire straight to her pussy. That feeling became more intense as he began sucking and nibbling her nipple. Her hand crept out as though it had a mind of its own to try and grasp his cock. She had been right; her hand could not encircle the whole thing. She knew that when he entered her, that she would be filled like never before. This was not a conscious realization but rather, an understanding on the basic animal level of her brain. At that level, there was just the female part of her which had no real thoughts beyond mating with this desirable man and having his baby. He was responding to events at that same basic level. The sensation of her nipple in his mouth was making his cock even harder than it had been before. While he had some conscious thought for a second, it was wiped away the first second her fingers touched his cock. At that point, he became primal man; he wanted nothing more than to pierce her nether lips with his cock and place his seed within her womb. There is would thrive and grow into a child. Their child, the product of their loins and their future. Taking her in his arms, he carried her into his bedroom where he threw her down upon the bed. Neither had any thought of foreplay. They needed to be joined, to be as one, the two backed animal. So she spread her legs wide and he quickly mounted her. He thrust his cock into her steaming pussy and began to pound it in. He seemed to get deeper with each thrust as though he was determined to place his seed as deep in her womb as possible, there to join her egg and grow. Well, it was not long before they climaxed together. His sperm splashed against the nether walls of her fertile womb and filled her as she had never been filled before. There was so much that some even managed to leak out around the tight plug in her pussy that was his cock. His low pitched groan as he came was in counterpoint to her higher pitched scream of pleasure as she climaxed. The sound filled the apartment for minutes before dying away as their energy drained away. He rolled off her body but did not take his cock from her pussy. It just seemed so natural to leave it there. As awareness gradually returned to them, they became aware of a banging sound on the ceiling. Realizing it was his upstairs neighbor, they began to giggle and then to laugh as the tension they had felt before they arrived left their bodies. They knew now that they were meant to be together. As their laughter gradually subsided, Veronica turned to Frank and said "You know, I meant to have you wear a condom. I'm not on the pill and this is my fertile time of the month. So it is possible that you made me pregnant. In fact, I bet you made me pregnant. God, I hope so. I want to bear your children like I've never wanted anything before. That is if you are ok with that. I can still get a morning after pill." She looked at him nervously as he contemplated what she had said. Then he turned to her once again and took her in his arms. "I have never wanted anything so much as to make babies with you. Oh man! I can't believe I just said that. I thought I was a confirmed bachelor, or at least a guy who would never have kids. They just never fit in my career plan. But now I realize how wrong I was. I guess we'd better get married soon. Can't have my son borne out of wedlock." She looked at him, tears of happiness in her eyes as she just hugged him back. Then she said "Son! How do you know it's not a daughter? With that kind of sex, it has to be a girl." "Are you crazy woman?! As hard as I pounded your pussy, you better believe it will be a son and a strong one at that." They continued to argue good naturedly until passion took them once again. This time, he moved down her body to lick and suck on her luscious pussy until she came. Then she returned the favor and found that, if you try hard enough and love your man enough, anything will fit down your throat. They continued to make love all night long. In the morning they both called in sick, something these two healthy people had never done before. In fact, it was the talk of both offices. Everyone wondered what could fell the might workaholic in their midst. It was a good thing the two offices didn't compare notes as they would know something was up. Frank and Veronica spent the morning in bed before getting up to call a wedding planner. It was a good thing they were both well off as getting a full blown wedding put together in two weeks took lots of money. But they managed to pull it off. Needless to say, the worries and thoughts they had exchanged in the bar were never brought out again. Well, sometimes when they were teasing each other. Both of them cut back their hours at the office but life didn't get easier. Their three kids came one right after the other. No one ever thought twice about how soon their first was born. If they did, they just chalked it up to a vigorous honeymoon. They were right about the vigorous honeymoon, just not the timing of the conception. Yes, their careers suffered some but their lives were so much fuller. Neither of them regretted their union for an instant. As for Stan. He got his MBA but didn't become the workaholic that Veronica had been. Instead he saw the look on her face when she talked about her family and decided that there is more to life than money and work. He's now happily married to a woman he met in school and they are expecting their first. Frank was best man at the wedding and Veronica was Matron of Honor.
10-7, Part Three: Habitual Offender	58,092	4.63	387,017	[ "police", "storm", "car", "road" ]	\\This story is the third in a series, and it will likely make more sense if you read it after the first two installments, "Field Sobriety Test" and "Due Care and Attention," in that order.\\** \* In the later part of the summer, before it drifted into fall, Jen started to enjoy driving home again. Weeks ago, she had straddled a police officer in the front of his cruiser, taking his thick cock deep inside her and riding him hard. A while after that, she had encountered the same officer on the same stretch of road. She had taken him in her mouth, sucking his cock until he had pulled her off, bent her over the center console of her car, and plowed her viciously until she screamed. Both times, she had gone home to her husband. Both times, she had tried to return to her normal life. Jen had always thought it would have been easier if Charles had exploded in an entirely justified rage, cursed at her, even walked out on their marriage. Instead, he was the same sweet gentleman he had always been. He didn't deserve what was happening to him, she thought. She had spent the first week lying awake and restless beside him at night, before creeping into the bathroom, where she would bend over the sink as she masturbated, trying to see if her reflection in the mirror matched the one she had glimpsed in her car. Every day, the lingering scent of her arousal teased her in her car. On the one hand, she had to contend with the memory of Trent and the heat of his hard body in the back seat of her car. On the other hand, her guilty mind wondered if Charles could smell her there. This had to end, she decided. She couldn't live like this, torn between stolen nights on the side of the road, fucking like an animal, and the life she was supposed to have chosen, comfort and stability with a good man. She resolved to forget Trent: no more fantasizing, no more hidden masturbation, nothing. She decided that if Charles asked her anything about those two nights, she would tell him the absolute truth, without reservation. And she started driving Charles's car. This was an addiction. She would treat this like an addiction. Jen was surprised by how smoothly her new plan had gone. She had resolutely refused to look at the single turnaround between mile markers 270 and 285. She had silenced Trent's voice in her head, forced herself to ignore the remembered sensation of his breath on her cheek or on her earlobe. There were nights, to be sure, that she doubted she would be able to forget she had done any of this. At first, she waged a nightly battle with herself, unable to keep from imagining him in her bed, a savage interloper among the Egyptian cotton sheets beneath the down comforter. But after a month or so had gone by, she was driving all the way home in Charles's boxy, medium-sized SUV without thinking of Trent once. The first time she accomplished it, she was a little sad. But in time, even that feeling started to dim. Two weeks ago, she had even begun wearing panties again, disobeying his last command to her. As the seasons began to shift and change, the clash of temperatures occasionally spit out an evening storm. Jen knew how the weather operated on her familiar stretch of road. Over the years at her job, she had learned to time her drive home so that she would be between storms, or just before one, or just after one. But tonight, distracted, she had miscalculated. Now, in the dark, the rain came down in sheets, almost as if it were being flung at the car. She had the road to herself again -- she hadn't seen another car for miles. Her hands tightened on the wheel, and she eased off the gas pedal. As the needle crept back to the left, a brilliant shaft of lightning split the sky. Her heart jumped with the resounding thunderclap. She would have to stop. She should inch her way up to the next off-ramp and find somewhere to ride out the storm. But with the storm coming down all around her, she had to admit she hadn't been paying attention to which exit was next or how far away it was. Besides, there was no guarantee there was anything on the next off-ramp. Very often, the ramps only went from a four-lane stretch of road to one that was two lanes, with no sign of civilization in sight. She hadn't wanted to stop in that turnaround. But as she eased off the pavement into the grass and gravel between the sides of the interstate, she tried to tell herself that she had no real choice in the matter. She wasn't sure of the next exit. She was reasonably sure it would stop raining soon, and then she could decide whether to take on the expense and inconvenience of making an overnight stop at a hotel. For now, she decided that it made sense to stop here. Her conscience stirred at the back of her mind, a stern, puritanical inquisitor. She shouldn't be here. Trent would be likely to be here; he had all but told her he would be here. Wasn't she trying to forget him, the things he had done to her, the things he had made her want? Didn't she love Charles? She had spent weeks trying to purge her mind and memory of Trent. She thought she had trained herself to forget the whisper of his voice, the heat and strength of his body, the mindless, animal craving that ruled her when she thought of him. She thought she had returned to normal. This would be her test, then. She turned off the lights and the engine, but left the key in, so that she could hear the radio. Periodically, the National Weather Service might break in to tell her where the storm was. When she was satisfied it was on its way, then she would be on hers. Jen reached for her purse, digging blindly around inside it for her phone. She gazed into the darkness beyond the steering wheel as her thumb slid over the numbers for home. Rain beat down hard on the windshield, and she felt alone out here on the interstate, listening to the phone ring. She tried not to feel disappointed when the voice mail answered. Charles had probably gone to sleep. "Hey, sweetheart, it's Jen. Listen, it's pretty bad out here, and I'm going to stop for a while and then try to find somewhere to stay, so I might not be there until tomorrow morning." She stared off into the rain. She thought she heard her voice tremble and had to reassure herself. She wasn't lying. She wasn't sneaking around. She really was stopping because of the weather. "Call me if you need me?" She took a deep breath. "Love you." Rain hammered down on the roof of the car, and as she hung up, the trees bent and tossed in the strong wind. This was the right thing to do, she told herself. This was the right thing to do. On the floorboard, her feet began to slide back and forth, the sensible shoes scraping against each other. She thought she recognized a song and strained to hear it. She glanced down at her tote bag and wondered if she should put on the overhead light and work on something she had brought home. Or read the book she always carried. This was the right thing to do. This was the right thing to do. Lightning flashed brightly, spraying the gravel and brush with unearthly light. The clap of thunder, sharp and very loud, seemed to rattle her windows. There was still a lot of storm left. Frowning, she reached for her tote bag and the papers she had brought to work on. She might be there for a while, and now she welcomed the distraction. Jen leaned over into the passenger side of the car, looking for a pen, and Trent's voice pushed itself into her thoughts. "So," he had said. "You think you can fuck your way out of this." It was a distracting thought and no more. If she struggled with it, it would lead her to other distracting thoughts, back and back, until she lost all her earlier progress. It would pass, like the storm, if she gave it time. The stretch and fullness as she took his three fingers. His mouth fastened to her breast through the fabric of her bra. Her shame evaporating before white-hot lust, if shame had ever been there at all. The sudden rush made her ache. She pressed her knees together against the surge of desire that made her ready for him -- only for him. That voice again: "Does he fuck you like this?" Her pussy clenched. She licked dry lips. 'No,' she thought. 'Soon, it will stop raining, and I'll go home. This is the right thing to do. It's only natural that I'd be distracted here. Like an alcoholic at a bar, with all the sights, the smells, the sounds.' The line of his jaw. Those big hands. The clean smell, with just a little sweat underneath. The musky scent of the other car. The leather interior creaking beneath them. His breath catching in his throat while she sucked and licked his cock. His voice raised in pleasure, lowered in command. "Be a good girl," he had said. "Be a good girl." She was so hot, so slick now. She rocked her hips back and forth on the seat, the forbidden panties sticking to her. Above the car, the sky seemed to open up, and rain battered the car. A blue-white bolt of lightning raced overhead, followed closely by the thunder, a huge cracking sound. She closed her eyes, trying to bring herself back with her simple mantra. But once she shut out the sight of the outside world, what greeted her was the memory of her own reflection in the rearview mirror, wild-eyed and impossibly aroused. The feel of his rigid length, so deep inside her. The sound of her own cries. She shuddered, her breath quickening. When she opened her eyes, the driver's side window was fogged, along with her side of the windshield. Her skin tingled as she remembered the warmth of his hands. Her body longed to be filled, controlled, used by his. She slid off one shoe and then the other, her legs moving almost of their own accord. She leaned over until her face rested on the hard, molded plastic of the steering wheel. She reached down to take off her socks and remembered how this had felt, her body bent at the waist with him behind her. Slowly, she straightened up, tugging the hem of her skirt with her until her legs were exposed to the muggy heat of the car's interior. She slowly spread her legs, closing her eyes, letting them open wide as she imagined his heat and his weight settling on top of her. Her inner thighs twitched, longing to press against that solid frame. She tucked her fingers beneath the waistband of her cotton panties, sliding them down over the coarse hair there until she reached her slit. She curled her back, lifting her hips so that she could use two fingers to open her swollen folds. Slowly, she tucked her fingers inside, as best she could in her position. A moan broke from her throat, and she began to move her hips, up and down first, then back and forth. Good. But not enough. A tiny smile lifted the corner of her mouth, a sinful pride that she needed more than this to satisfy her carnal appetite. She tried turning around, her knees on the seat, her back to the wheel, the way she had ridden him the first time. She could almost feel the rough material of his pants on the inside of her thighs, but it still wasn't enough. Her reach was awkward, totally unlike the strong, sure thrust she craved. Lightning came in another brilliant flash, showing her the back seats and the cargo area, just large enough for a neat double row of grocery bags. Charles believed in keeping both cars immaculate, so she knew nothing would impede her from lying down behind the back seats. Awkwardly, she slid between the two front seats, remembering the feel of Trent's hands on her waist as he pulled her back onto him again and again. She dropped clumsily onto the back seat as distant thunder rumbled. She had gotten onto her hands and knees when the rain began to pour down in sheets again. Something about the sound increased her restlessness, making her nipples harden. She felt her flesh slowly opening. She turned around, lifting one leg into the cargo area and then the other, lowering herself into a clumsy half-crouch. She sat behind the back seat on the right and stretched out her legs before sliding down to lie on her back. She put her feet flat on the floorboard, rough carpeting cool beneath her as she hiked up her skirt. Her heart beat faster as she lifted her hips, sliding her panties down, then bringing her knees together to pull them off. She dropped them over the back seat next to her and then rolled onto her back again. Here she could spread her legs wide, anchoring her feet on the floor. She pulled her skirt back up over her knees and looked down at her bare thighs. She closed her eyes and let her imagination spin a fantasy world around her as she opened herself here in the downpour. As she caressed the slick, creamy flesh, she conjured up the most forbidden of her fantasies, so illicit because it brought him somewhere he should never be, into her marital bed. She imagined what she had never seen -- the powerful shoulders and arms, the broad chest exposed to her eager touch, her hungry gaze. She knew his legs would be hard and muscular between hers. She shoved three of her own fingers into herself, wanting to whimper with frustration. She wanted more, so much more. Through her eyelids, she thought she could see light -- not the intense flash of lightning, but a warmer, steadier glow. When it remained in place for more than a few seconds, she opened her eyes. Back in the real world, the rain's deafening roar drowned out other sound. All her windows were fogged over now, but she could make out two separate lights through her rear window. Just as she realized what they were, they disappeared. She sat up now, startled. The turnaround was made for cars, but part of Jen's mind still needed to believe that no one else would pull up there -- no matter how badly she wanted that. She wiped away a tiny bit of the fog, straining to see what was outside. She could make out the shape of a car, easily the right size and shape for a state police cruiser. Hope and fear warred within her. Was it him? Did she want it to be him? Could it be someone else? She never saw movement, but she heard a car door clunk shut. A single beam of light cut through the dark and roamed over her car, piercing the fogged windows. She jerked away from the window, wanting to hide. What would she say? How would she explain how she came to be alone, and unmistakably aroused, in the back of her car? The beam of light entered through the rear window on the passenger side. Lightning made a shadow of a man's broad shape, just before whoever it was knocked three times at her window. The voice, raised over the rain, was familiar. "Open it." Rising onto her trembling hands and knees, Jen made her way to the other side of the car and reached over to lift the lock up. Undimmed now by the window, the flashlight beam shone into her face. She closed her eyes against it, recoiled from it into the cargo area. The light went out with a click. She felt the car tilt just a little as Trent got in, graceful as ever, and shut the door. "Open the door for just anybody? Just like that?" "I knew it was you." "Waiting for me?" She was silent, considering the question. "Answer me. Were you waiting back here for me?" He reached up to the driver's door and locked all the doors with a flick of the switch. Then he leaned back and reached over the back seat, taking her wrist firmly in his hand. He pulled it and her toward him, his eyes never leaving hers as he squeezed her fingers together and pulled them into his mouth. The wet heat of him made her pussy tighten eagerly, and she whimpered when his tongue swept over her fingers. "You taste like honey," he said. "Lie back down. Go back to what you were doing." He released her hand. She lay back on her elbows and hesitated. "Lie back down. I want to see you make yourself come." Slowly, she resumed her position. Lightning lit the inside of the car, but she knew it would be impossible to hide the expression on her face, even in the dark. She reached down between her legs again, giving herself a long stroke with her fingertips. She heard faint rustling sounds, the clink of his belt buckle. She almost opened her eyes at the sound of snaps coming unfastened, the lowered zipper. She was afraid he was undressing and that she was missing the sight of him. When she opened her eyes, though, he was still fully clothed. The sleeve had been rolled up to the elbow over his powerful forearm, which rested on the back seat. He looked down at her. "Don't stop," he said. "I'm watching you." She closed her eyes again. A moment later, she heard him take a deep breath, as if he were settling in to watch a television show. Her fantasy was again interrupted by the warm touch of his hand, sliding down her calf and back up again. The contact was soon broken, leaving her skin suddenly chilly, but an instant later, he was touching her again, next to her own fingers. When Jen withdrew her fingers, he replaced them with three of his. The sensation rocked her, making her buck under his hand as he worked her. Soon his fingers were gone again. The sudden deprivation made her whimper again. "Look at me," he said, and when she opened her eyes, she saw him sucking his fingers. He made a throaty sound of approval. "Come up here." She went back up the same way she had come in, swinging one leg over and putting her weight on it before moving the other. This time, Trent rested his hand on her thigh as soon as she shifted her weight onto it. She put her hands on the door for balance and looked back over her shoulder at him as his other hand gently trapped her thigh between him and the back seat. He patted her leg, almost companionably, to hold her in place, as if she were a skittish colt. One hand on her thigh, he pulled her skirt down and off. She felt the touch of his face against the inside of her thigh, the barest brush of his razor stubble, the surprising softness of his hair. He parted her then with two of his fingers, and a second later, his mouth was on her. She gasped, the intensity of it making her bolt away, but his hands held her firmly in place. The first taste of her made him growl with delight, and she thought her knees might buckle. He devoured her relentlessly, his fingers digging into her as his tongue swept over her, plunged into her. His lips burned against her, opening her. He pushed his face into her greedily, lapping her up with broad strokes. She twisted and bucked in his hands, clinging for dear life to the door. The interior of the car seemed to shrink around her as she wailed and moaned. Even over the pounding rain and her own mounting cries, she could hear the sucking and slurping of his mouth as he feasted on her. Her nipples hardened and the exposed flesh of her legs went up in goose bumps; every inch of her begged for the touch of his mouth. His grip prevented her from going forward, but she began to push back onto him, grinding against him as she panted and moaned. His hand came down hard on her exposed thigh, making her yelp. His mouth came away from her, but his heavy breathing kept her warm. "Be still," he said, his rough voice almost inhuman. A fraction of a second later, his mouth was on her again with a firmness that made her squeal. He found her clit with his tongue, teasing it with quick strokes and then with longer, firmer ones. He drove his tongue into her again, as if seeking the source of her sweet nectar. Suddenly, she felt a firm pressure on the swollen center of her, and she screamed with pleasure, her fingers stinging from their death grip on the door. Then he drove his tongue deep into her one last time, gently pinching her clit between his thumb and the knuckle of his finger. She gasped as her climax was ripped from deep inside her. She felt almost as if she were being pulled inside out; a raw, rough shaft of pleasure clawed at her, like something primal being born, making her scream as if it were pain that consumed her. He released her, and her limbs gave way. She slid bonelessly into the well behind the front seat, quivering and panting. Above her, he caught his breath, sniffling like a diver returning to the surface. In the bright flash of lightning, she watched him rub his nose with the back of his hand. The light caught the moisture on his face and every fine, blond hair on his forearm. "Come here." She looked up at him. Certainly there couldn't be more than this? "Come here. I'm not done with you." He turned around and stretched his legs out along the back seat. He wrapped his fingers around his long shaft and began to move, stroking and pumping it slowly. "Come here." She raised herself on unsteady limbs, still shuddering. When her arm was within reach, he took hold of it and pulled her up until she lay atop him. The heat of him brushed her thigh and her hips moved toward him in response. He took hold of her waist, pulling her fully onto his lap. The ridge of his erection pressed against her core, and she moaned. "Want some more? Already?" "Yes," she whispered. She reached for him, but he pulled her away by the wrist. "Lick me clean first." She braced herself on his shoulders, savoring the feel of hard muscle under her palms. With the tip of her tongue, she traced a line along his firm lips, then up and over the bridge of his nose. She dipped her head to the slope between his lower lip and the rise of his chin and again touched the tip of her tongue to him. He felt like a fine-grade sandpaper, and she tasted the fine saltiness of sweat there, along with another flavor, an earthy, musky flavor that was her own. She pressed her mouth to him, seeking more. Her next lick was longer, a wide swath over the angles of his jaw and cheek. As she went on to the next, her hips began to move against him, slowly, back and forth. She covered his face with frantic strokes, undulating against him. Something about the taste she found here intoxicated her, and her movements quickened. He put his hands on her hips and guided her to him; she took his cock in her hand and then lowered herself onto him. She loved the way he stretched her, and she tried not to take him too quickly, but he thrust upward into her, making her moan as he filled her to capacity. She arched her back, baring her throat to him. He put his hands under her blouse. "Take this off," he said. She pulled it over her head and tossed it into the front seat. Then she undid the bra for good measure. His hands covered her breasts, and he made an approving sound as she began to take him deeper, grinding herself into him as she met each thrust. She leaned back, angling her hips so that he met the front of her, and his hands closed on her full breasts, pinching and flicking the hard nipples. "Still tight for me," he said. "He can't give you what you need, can he?" "No." It came out on a low, desperate moan. He pulled her down onto him, pushing fiercely into her. She squealed, rolling her hips around on him. She tightened her thighs on the hard muscle beneath the rough fabric of his pants, her pussy closing around his heat. He slid his hands around until they met at the small of her back, rising and falling as her hips moved back and forth. Gradually, he let his hands creep up the line of her back and he pulled her down and down toward him. His mouth closed over her nipple, caressing her breast like low-hanging fruit, his tongue tracing the line of her hard, aching nipple. She began to ride him eagerly then, as he licked and sucked on her. She twisted her hips as she rose and fell on him. He broke away from her then, the rush of air raising goose bumps on the moistened flesh. He let his head roll back, closing her eyes as he moved into her. His even teeth gleamed in the flicker of lightning. "Yes," he growled. "Ride me." He slapped her thigh. "Make me come." She tightened her grip on him, clutching him between her thighs, her fingers digging into him as she rode his thick cock, twisting her lush hips as she clenched her muscles around him. She moaned with each downward plunge, trying hard to pull him deeper, meeting his fierce thrusts eagerly. Her needy muscles ached when she arched her back, and finally, climax rolled over her as the head of his cock stroked her deep inside, where she was at her most sensitive. Her head jerked back on her shoulders as all her muscles went taut. Behind closed eyes, she saw a brilliant, almost blinding flash of lightning; she swore she could feel a rush of warmth alongside it. Then his hands took hold of her again, pulling her down hard on his rampant length as he exploded inside her. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and for several minutes, the car was all but silent. The sound of the radio seemed muted over her own heavy breathing, his panting breaths and the rush of blood in her ears. He tugged her up, lifting her off his still-hard cock as aftershocks made her twitch and gasp. "Give me that pair of panties," he said finally. She found them pushed into the corner of the back seat and gave them to him. He balled them up in his fist and wiped himself off. She half-expected him to mention her disobedience, but he sat up instead and regarded her in silence. She tried to meet his gaze but felt even more exposed than usual without her clothes. She looked back down at the floorboard, where her clothes lay in a heap. She was trying to decide whether she should begin to put them back on when he spoke. "Why are you doing this?" In the wake of the question, the near-silence of the car intensified. "Does it matter?" Her voice was barely audible. "Yes." "Why?" "Because I said it does." She regarded the floorboard in continued silence. In the dark, she could make out the leather of his belt, its silver buckle, the quiet reflection of light on the butt of his gun. He had taken it off somehow while she was in the back of the car, she realized. He had let himself out then, to better enjoy the sight of her. She heard him moving toward her on the seat. A moment later, she felt his strong fingers on her chin, warm, a little sticky and still fragrant with her scent. He turned her face toward him until she was looking at him. Their faces were inches apart. She could feel the soft caress of his breath and wondered if his profession often demanded this level of proximity. He raised one eyebrow. Her eyes were bright with unshed tears. "Why are you doing this?" he repeated. She took a deep breath and let her eyes slide away to the floor. "I need this." When he was satisfied that no further response was forthcoming, he let go of her. He shifted back to his side of the seat and reached for his belt. When he straightened and rested it on his lap, she reached for her own clothes, starting with her bra. He hands shook as she slid the straps over her arms and when she couldn't make her fingers work well enough to connect the hooks, she burst into tears. The first sob exploded between her tightly pressed lips, and she clapped her hands over her mouth to stifle the rest. Trent's hand closed around her slender forearm, and he hauled her up onto his lap. She hid her face in his chest, lying awkwardly across him, wishing desperately for something she could pull over herself, something to hide under. With his arms around her, she wanted to give in to the need to cry, but she bit back the rest of her tears. "D-don't you have to leave?" "No." He stroked her hair. "It's the end of the shift for me." She expected to have to explain why she was crying as she would have with Charles, but for a long time, he was silent. The rain had quieted to a soft patter outside the car. A musical flourish announced the start of the news. They both listened to the weather report long enough to hear the weatherman from the local TV station say the storm was moving off. The regular DJ took over then, to talk about a rescheduled sporting event. "What did you tell him?" "Tell who?" "Your husband." "I said I was going to stop for the night." The music started again. Jen's thoughts strayed to her battery. "Stay with me tonight instead." Very slowly, she unfolded herself from his lap. He stretched his arm across the back seat. One song ended, and the next, a popular ballad from some movie or another, began to play. Her chest felt tight, and she looked into her lap where her hands gripped each other hard. She had imagined the feeling of his body beneath her hands for so long. Sometimes she really believed she had felt the hard muscle of his thigh along the inside of her legs, skin to skin, the heat of his body directly against hers. She had wanted this so much. But she wondered if she had the strength to spend the night in his arms, and then turn away from him forever. Her voice broke the silence. "Where should I meet you?"
Bedtime Fantasies	9,833	4.54	1,567,139	[ "x-men", "x-men evolution", "rogue", "jean grey", "mind fuck", "mental sex" ]	The characters and settings below do not belong to the author and are the property of their respective owners. The author is not affiliated with the aforementioned copyright holders. Any original characters, settings, and plot are property of the author. If it is illegal for you to view this material in your country, please do not read further. All characters featured are of at least 18 years of age. Enjoy! \\\\\\\\\\ On occasion, Jean Grey, resident redhead telepath of the Xavier Home for Gifted Youngsters, would pick up an errant string of thoughts and emotions from someone in the mansion; like a lone radio signal she'd happen to come across. There really was no controlling this, not effectively anyway, but through her training under Xavier's tutelage, she'd learn to convert much of it into simple white noise. This, combined with the rigorous danger room combat training with another instructor, Wolverine, had helped her to easily achieve restful sleep. She had even begun to make progress on blocking out the more carefree thoughts, those without much emotion or concern put behind them. However, no student had thoughts louder or more persistent than the Southern belle goth named Rogue. For the third night in a row, Rogue was reading one of her trashy romance novels, and wishing desperately to live out even a fraction of the sexual embraces detailed in them. Unfortunately, due to her power, she feared she'd never get so much as someone to hold her hand out on the veranda, to watch the sun slowly dip behind the rose garden, let alone get plowed from behind so hard that her heaving bosom shook free of her tight corset. All teenagers go through a time of sexual frustration, when their hormones become unbearable and all they want to do is rub up against the nearest attractive mate. In Rogue's case, she felt that she'd always feel this way, constantly seeking out release but never being fulfilled by her touch alone. She was already 18 and hadn't had a kiss that didn't end with the other person in a coma, and she certainly hadn't experienced the sensation of being filled up with a throbbing, warm, member as it pounded against her cervix like a battering ram against a castle gate. Jean thought to herself about how lurid and lewd Rogue's thoughts were; even for a teenager with her level of sexual frustration they were downright pornographic. Given that her main outlet for sex was literally porn, and romance was only experienced through romance novels that bordered on porn, Rogue's nasty mind didn't surprise Jean. She was more concerned with how Scott Summers, Jean's boyfriend, often found his way into Rogue's fantasies. Sooner or later, the long-haired pirate, with a chest too wide for his white shirt to stay buttoned over, would transform into Scott. Aside from being annoyed at someone else fantasizing about her boyfriend, Rogue's sexual theater of the mind just ended up getting Jean horny, too. The only solution, then, was to sneak into Scott's room, wake him up, and ride him until they both passed out. As good in bed as he was, he couldn't compare to the wild fantasies Rogue was transmitting to Jean, so the redhead always ended up a little disappointed. She knew what would happen soon, as Rogue read her well worn romance novel. Rogue's hand would wander over her supple curves, gingerly pressing pale flesh to pale flesh, gradually working herself up into a frenzy that took 45 minutes, at least, to reach. Then the hour would be rounded out by Rogue's handling of her pussy, which Jean had to admit had become somewhat expert. In fact, she even stole a few of Rogue's moves for her own pleasure. Payment received for the service Jean was going to provide her. Jean couldn't go through another night of listening to Rogue beg for a well muscled sex god to wear her like a cock-sleeve, spreading her out while his body rained beads of sweat onto Rogue's admittedly gorgeous body (even Jean had to admit that a body like Rogue's being forbidden to feel touch was a great injustice to the world). Moreover, she didn't want to deal with the hour of depressing thoughts that came post-orgasm. Rogue would always gently cry herself to sleep over the fact she would never feel even the slightest of kisses without ending the sex before it began. Though she knew it was an invasion of privacy, and a gross misuse of her powers, Jean was sleep deprived, concerned for Rogue's increasingly depressed thoughts, and also a little angry at her for often using Scott for her own, sexual, ends. So, from her room down the hall, Jean started to fiddle with Rogue's mind, pressing on the perception of her senses to make her feel what she wanted her to feel. Meanwhile, in her room, Rogue was just barely tracing the area around her belly button with her fingers, imagining it was the tip of Scott's tongue teasing her flesh. Suddenly, the sensation became very real. She could feel the dampness of his muscle against her skin, and the humidity coming off his breath as he dragged himself up her torso. Unsurprisingly surprised, Rogue pulled away the covers and examined her bed for anyone in it beside herself. As had been the case for all nights before, Rogue was alone on her mattress, dressed online in her yellow and green pajamas. Yet the feeling she was experiencing was unmistakable, even for someone who had never experienced it. There was a tongue dragging slowly up her stomach. She could even feel the tip of the phantom's nose graze against her skin every so often during the trip. The goth teen pulled up her shirt, stopping just below her breasts, and surveyed the blank canvas of her stomach. Once more, she confirmed no one was there, yet her skin was visibly reacting to a touch she was certain was real. Her toned abdominal muscles, barely hidden under her last vestige of fat, clenched as her body tensed. When she felt the tongue near her chest, she immediately threw off her top, letting her heavy breasts bounce free and lay unobstructed. There was of course no reason to bother, this was all in her head, but Rogue wanted to fully fall into this weird and wonderful dream. Years later, Jean would be able to accomplish this mental feat without so much as blinking, giving the target whatever sensation she desired within a moment, or dragging it out for what felt like years. In her current, novice, state, however, Jean required far more interaction in order to both maintain the link between her and Rogue. Furthermore, simulating the actions of another, onto a real person, without them thinking it was just bugs crawling all over them, was difficult to do. Her only solution was to become as involved in the process as Rogue was. So, as Rogue felt a tongue twist and glide against her belly, Jean's tongue was flicking in the open air, her eyes shut in concentration and, as much as she hated to admit it, pleasure. Rogue let out an audible gasp that nearly woke her roommate, Kitty, from her deep sleep, when the phantom lips enclosed around her nipple. The mouth started wide, taking in as much of Rogue's breast as it could. A second after contact, the lips started to move toward each other, until they closed around her nipple and the mouth suckled gently. The motion continued again and again, while Rogue gripped the sheets. She wanted to press her hand against the back of the head that was pleasuring her, but with nothing there, all she accomplished was pressing down on her own breast. A hand, not her own, closed around her other tit and squeezed with more aggressive arousal than she had done to herself, earlier. Jean, meanwhile, moved her lips as if she were making out with someone, feeling the sensation of a breast in her mouth, while her hand groped at the air and felt the heft of the other tit down the hall, in another room. She wanted to caress her own body, squeeze her curves and massage the firmness of her toned stomach and thighs. However, she was there for Rogue, not herself. Besides, she had become so engrossed in the fantasy she was giving Rogue, she could barely remember her own, real body. In order for Rogue to know the sensation of a man's body, his weight, pressing down on her while he groped and kissed her body, Jean had to put her own mind in that state. An impossible task, had she not dabbled in the field before. One night with Scott, she experimented with the idea of switching the sensations the two of them were feeling, with each other. In retrospect, she knew it would have been better to warn him, as suddenly going from fucking a vagina, to feeling yourself get fucked in a vagina you didn't have was a startling experience. After calming down, the two continued the experiment, until Jean knew full well what it was like to have a woman's body pressed up against her own, and her own being that of a man. She also knew what it was like to have a throbbing erection, begging for shelter. For a moment, Rogue was frightened she had lost it all when the lips and hand seemed to vanish, only to have the former close around her ear lobe and the latter push against her inner thigh. Though her vision told her she didn't have to, her body reacted regardless, and her legs spread for the phantom lover, and felt the sensation of a set of man's hips being hugged by her creamy thighs. Quickly, not wanting to confuse the experience, she pushed down and kicked off her pants, leaving her completely bare and writhing on her disheveled bed. She had to bite down on her finger to keep from screaming out with joy when her pussy began to be manipulated, telling her, despite what her eyes saw (or didn't see) that the head of an engorged cock was making its way through her tight and private tunnel. Rogue's nighttime sexual benefactor could have made the cock seem bigger, to make it feel like the imposing force she had dreamed of having fill her up. However, Jean kept to a more realistic length and girth, basing it on Scott's very own. She wanted Rogue to know at least some realism in her fantasies, so that when the big day finally did come, as she hoped it would, and soon, Rogue wouldn't be disappointed with reality. Plus, it was much easier to base it on something she knew, quite intimately, than try to add details she could get wrong. As the feeling of warmth began to hug an appendage she didn't have but could feel, Jean quivered and moaned, her hips swiveling and grinding her high and firm butt into her mattress, pulling the fitted sheet from the corners. As soon as she told Rogue's body that the unseen lover of hers was beginning to move his hips, so too did Jean, thrusting up against the air. The pale, curvy, body moved of its own accord, trying to make sense of the thrusting sensation by rocking itself on her bed. Those plump, purple, lips felt embraced by another set, and her tongue bucked at the sensation of another tongue gliding against it before trying to entangle itself with the invisible muscle. The mixing of saliva felt so real, she could have sworn she felt some of her lover's slide down her throat, causing her to gulp and, for a brief moment, cough with surprise. Once she got used to the new feeling, her lips moved in the air as Jean's were, unbeknownst to her. Thin strands of spit connected her tongue to the roof of her mouth, breaking almost instantly as her lips parted further to let more of her lover in. Her back arched, throwing her big, perky, breasts up into the air to bounce, even though she couldn't feel that familiar movement. Jean was telling her mind that her tits were being pressed against a broad and well defined chest. She was able to, at the very least, make the dream Scott a bit more well defined, for Rogue's sake. As the set of huge breasts that Jean was so envious of flattened against the manly chest she had constructed, her hands moved through the air, and directed the phantom Scott to grope Rogue's alluring ass, another asset Jean had wished she had been born with. For a moment, she wanted to tell Rogue's mind she was flipping her over, and pull out her cock so she could stuff it into her asshole, but ultimately decided that might be a bit advanced for Rogue's "first" time. Mouth open to the world, lips moving slowly in the air as a tongue darted and curled between them, her feet pushed down on the sheets and her ass ground into the mattress. She immediately closed her teeth down on her bottom lip to stifle her orgasmic moan, unsure now if the wet feeling between her legs was from her, or the finishing treat from her ghostly lover. As Jean would soon prove, the gushing feeling of a woman's orgasm felt quite different than being unloaded into by a man's. However, Jean was actually not sure how to simulate cumming inside of Rogue. Her and Scott had practiced safe sex, to the point where, even with a condom, she had Scott pull out, just in case. Still, that didn't mean Jean would leave Rogue empty handed. Although Scott wasn't allowed to finish inside of Jean's pussy, he was allowed to fill her up elsewhere. It was an experience she was all too happy to share with her teammate. As Rogue panted, coming down from the greatest orgasm she'd experienced in her life, her mind told her to open her mouth more to make room for an invading force. Though still inexperienced, it didn't take Rogue long to figure out that the same dick that had filled her up between the legs, moments ago, was now filling up her mouth. A pair of strong hands held her head steady as the cock began to move back and forth in her mouth, sawing itself against her twitching tongue. Rogue proved herself a natural, and within no time was moving her lips and swirling her tongue around the invisible shape, causing even Jean to surrender control and just give into the pleasure. Based on the traded experience with Scott, Jean knew exactly how her own mouth felt on Scott's cock, and couldn't help but compare her technique to Rogue's. Perhaps it was because Rogue had such fuller, softer lips than hers, or maybe somehow her Southern accent transformed even her tongue to move differently from her own. Whatever the case, Rogue's mouth felt far better than her own. She wanted to kiss those lips again, this time with her own. Feel those plump tiers overtake her thin red lips, and massage them with her tongue. A new kiss like that would mean ending the current oral experience, and she certainly couldn't have that. When she finally came, her legs closed together as her pussy spasmed, prompting her to tell Rogue's brain that Scott's cock was now letting out load after load into her mouth and throat. The climax was so intense for Jean, she nearly lost the concentration needed to telegraph the memory of having a fresh load of cum fill her mouth. She also needed to be ready to tell Rogue just what sensation to feel when Rogue decided whether her reaction would be to spit or swallow. Jean was delighted she chose the latter. Rogue's eye lids lowered in a dreamy state while she drank down every drop of the delicious liquid, letting it land in her belly and warm her up from the inside, like a delicious midnight snack. She even got to feel a few droplets land on her chest when her ghostly lover pulled out. Seconds later, the sensations of having a man straddle her chest was gone. When she touched her fingers to her breast, she no longer felt the warm dampness of his seed; she only felt the dampness of her own sweat. Finally, Jean thought, I can get some sleep. Finally, Rogue thought, she got my message.
Matt's Vacation Revelation	182,007	4.65	421,903	[ "mother", "sister", "brother", "incest novella", "vacation sex", "tropical", "beach" ]	When Matt's parents first mentioned this year's family vacation to kick off the summer, he was less than thrilled. It wasn't that he didn't get along with them, he just thought it was, well, lame. His mother wanted the whole family to get together before he went back to college (his sister would also be starting her freshman year), and wanted them to be alone. Some colleague of his dad's owned his own island in the Caribbean, and offered to let them use it. That part was cool, and he knew the house would be awesome, but vacationing at the beach was supposed to be in a college party town with pussy running around everywhere, not stuck on a secluded island in the middle of nowhere with no one around but family. His only solace would be the scenery. Sure, staying in a tropical paradise would offer a scenic panorama equaled no where else on earth, but that wasn't what he had in mind. No, Matt had a dirty little secret. At just under a year younger than him, Matt's sister Nicole had blossomed into an all natural boner-fide hottie. And, from Matt's point of view, his mother was definitely the reason why. He had always felt guilty about ogling and having impure thoughts about the only two women in the world he couldn't have and wasn't supposed to look at, but not guilty enough to stop. Not to mention, he had become a pro at looking without being caught. He considered himself a master. \\\\\\\\ "How many swimsuits are you taking, Mom," asked Nicole. They were in Nicole's room, Donna helping her daughter pack. "I don't have as many as you, dear," she replied. "I'm not a hot little coed." "You may not be in college, but you're definitely hot, Mom," said Nicole. "How bout I take all mine and we can share?" "I couldn't wear these, I'm a mom," she replied, holding up a particularly skimpy thong. "Besides, if we both dressed like this, it would kill your brother." "I know, right?" she giggled. "He thinks he's so subtle. The other day I caught him trying to sneak peeks up my skirt." "And you, no doubt gave him a show, didn't you?" It was supposed to be a reprimand, but she couldn't be mad. After watching Nicole strut her stuff, she, herself had shown off a little. Both women were flattered and enjoyed being an object of desire, no matter how wrong it was. Besides, Matt was a hunk. As long as it went no further, it was no harm, no foul. "Maybe a little," Nicole laughed again. "Be nice!" "C'mon, Mom, he's a perv," she replied. "I was being nice." \\\\\\\\ Matt was already having the time of his life. By the time they left for the airport, he had completely changed his mind about vacation. Nicole and his mother had gone shopping and bought up every revealing article of clothing in town, it seemed. His dad had even noticed, although he hadn't said anything. But Matt knew. Sneaking peeks for years, he knew what to look for, and caught his dad checking Nicole out. This vacation would definitely create masturbation fodder for years to come. Apparently for both Matt and his Dad. In the airport, while he and his father took on the familiar job of carrying all the luggage, Donna and Nicole paraded through the airport like royalty, loaded with only their carry-ons. Meanwhile, Matt took in the first exciting view of the vacation. Mom was dressed demurely in khaki shorts and a loose fitting top, but her clothes had always looked good on her. Her semitransparent white blouse revealed the outline of her bra, while accentuating the tan, toned skin around it. Noticing that her short, tight shorts were more risque than he thought at first glance, he relished the tempting sway and teasing cheek-peek of her youthfully round ass as she walked. And Nicole. Gawd damn! Were they boy shorts? Booty shorts? Whatever they were called, the spandex-like material hugged every curve, and crawled just slightly into the cleft of her delectable ass, the hem ending just below her firm cheeks. The titty shirt she was wearing wasn't much different than the ones she usually wore, except that the spaghetti straps on this one made wearing a bra impossible, barely restraining the delicious jiggle of her C-cup breasts, the soft material rubbing her nipples just enough to keep them on point. In addition, her low riding shorts coupled with her short, tight shirt clearly showed the dimples in the small of her back. The waistband of her panties rode slightly above the waistline, giving a professional ogler like Matt the perfect opportunity to follow it all the way to the sexy thong arrow nestled at the top of her crack. "What are you looking at, boy?" asked Jack, leaning over, talking quietly. "Dad! I'm... nothing," answered a flustered Matt. "It's ok," he chuckled. "We have two of the hottest blondes in the world, showing off for all to see. You can look, but, remember, you can't touch. We damn sure don't need any two-headed babies with tails running around." "Damn, Dad!" Matt laughed. "You don't say anything about me looking and liking and I won't say anything about you," he said. "Deal?" "Sure, dad," said Matt, thoroughly confused. He had spent years thinking he was the biggest pervert in the world for looking at his own mother and sister like that, and now his dad was openly admitting to doing the same thing with his own daughter. Not to mention the don't ask, don't tell conspiracy to look freely upon them. Weird! Nicole and Donna waited in the background while Matt and Jack checked the luggage. As soon as they finished, the ladies immediately unloaded their carry-ons on Matt and his father. Giggling, they rushed off, leaving the two men carrying everything once again. Resigned to their fate, they followed close behind through security and to the boarding gate. After only ten minutes, it was time to board the plane, when Matt got his first surprise. He figured his parents would sit together, but Donna held him back at the line, grabbing her carry-on from him, claiming she couldn't find her boarding pass. He tried not to stare as she bent over to look for it inside the bag, but the sight of her deep cleavage as her shirt drooped open was too tempting. With two buttons undone, he could see the top of both tits all the way down to the cups of her bra, where her nipples made the slightest dark spots in the thin material. The enticing jiggle as she dug through the bag caused an all too familiar stirring in his loin. He tried unsuccessfully to hide his growing bulge. "Oh here it is," she said, grabbing it out of one of the outer pockets. "Silly me..." There was a distinct pause as she looked forward, eye level with the sizable bulge in his shorts. "C'mon Mom," he stammered. "They probably won't wait on us." "Of course," she said, recovering from her shock. Walking through the tunnel on the way to the plane, she thought about the bulge she had just discovered. Over the years, she had become pretty adept at creating hard ons, and had always liked checking for the telltale signs, but the size of Matt's took her completely by surprise. Was that thing for real? she wondered. Matt couldn't believe his luck. First, he had seen those tits he had always dreamed of. Sure, they were covered with a bra, and her bikinis over the years had covered less, but he could clearly see where her nipples were. That was a first. Now it looked like he would be sitting by her on their long flight, giving him more opportunities to see more of her. He had been looking forward to sitting with Nicole, but this was even better. This was the jackpot! On the plane, he saw his mother reaching up to put her bag in the overhead. He was about to comment on being so many rows behind his father and Nicole, who seemed to be ignoring each other, when he was struck dumb. As Donna stretched, her amazing body was put on full display. He ran his eyes up her legs and across the swell of her gorgeous ass. With her arms over her head, her tits jutted up and out, pulling her loose blouse taut against them. Nice. "Want me to put yours up here, too, sweetie?" she asked. "No, it's ok," he replied. "You wanted to sit by the window anyway, didn't you?" He should have let her do it. His hard on was worse after her little stretch show, and the only open spot in the overhead was right at the seat. If she even glanced in his direction, she'd see it. Shit! She did. Donna was mesmerized once again by her son's obvious erection. She gazed freely at the lump in his shorts, unaware that Matt had seen her. As she followed the length of her son's boner, she marveled at its sheer length and girth. Wow, she thought, that might just be the biggest cock I've ever seen! Although she'd never had any complaints about her husbands package, Matt was clearly much bigger than his dad. With a slight smile, she decided that before this trip was finished, she would see his bare cock, somehow. She would just have to be careful not to go too far. She wondered if Nicole knew, deciding not to tell her. Matt was embarrassed. Taking as long as he could in putting his bag up, he wondered how bad she would chew him out. She had to know that looking at her had caused his raging hard on, and then he saw her looking at it. He could only imagine how pissed off she was. She must have been beyond pissed because she just kept staring. Sitting down beside her, he cringed inwardly, waiting for her wrath. Or, worse yet, her rejection. He stared straight ahead, trying to make the damn thing go away. "You have to put your seatbelt on," said Donna, raising the armrest between them and grabbing the belt on either side of him. "We're about to take off, you know." "Sorry, Mom," he said, reaching for the belt, trying to ignore his mother's firm breast pressed against his arm. Talk about making it worse! She shook his hands off and latched the belt, the back of her hand lightly grazing the head of his cock, making it throb uncontrollably. "There," she said, patting his thigh. She wrapped her arms around his arm and leaned on his shoulder, her left hand on his knee. As she pushed his arm back down, his hand rested on her thigh, just below the hemline of her shorts. He left it there. "I'm not ready for an empty nest, Matty. That's why this vacation means so much to me. It's my chance to be alone with you and Nicole before you leave me." "It's just college, Mom," he laughed. Donna was the only person in the world who could call him 'Matty' and get by with it. "It's not like we're never coming back." Despite his lighthearted demeanor, Matt was on pins and needles. With his arm nestled between her soft, warm breasts, his hand on her bare thigh, and the womanly smell of her perfume so close to his face (the same perfume that had provoked so many spank sessions), there was no way his woody was going down now. Not to mention, she had touched his cock! He knew it was accidental, but wow! "No, it's different now," she said. "After college you and Nicole will go out an make your own lives, while I'll be left alone. I know that's how it's supposed to be, but I don't have to like it." "It won't be like that, Mom," he replied. There was something he didn't like about what she'd just said, but he couldn't put his finger on it. "Are you sure you don't mind spending two weeks with just us," she asked. "There won't be any pretty girls for you to look at this time, you know." "I'll survive," he replied. "Are you going to tell me you don't mind not having anything pretty to look at," she teased. "Who said I wouldn't? You'll be there, won't you?" He knew she was fishing for compliments, a game they played quite a bit. "Yeah, like you'd want to look at your old mother instead of some gorgeous, young, barely dressed lollipop." She said, rolling her eyes. She leaned back, took his hand in hers, put his arm around her, and put her head on his chest. Her left hand was still on his knee. Looking down, she could see his cock throb as she held his hand against the side of her breast. She almost giggled. In spite of her control, she could feel her nipples hardening, and the familiar tingling on her clit. Teasing Matt was taking it's toll on her own resistance. "My gorgeous mother isn't old, thank you," he retorted. "And she's definitely sweeter than some lollipop." They shared a laugh as the plane came to a stop. The stewardess's spiel about how to put on a seatbelt and how to get out of the plane if you somehow miraculously survived a crash had just ended. Donna released his hand, which stayed planted firmly against the side of her breast. She rested her own hand on his waistband, just above his throbbing dick. Looking past her head, still nestled on his chest, he could see her cleavage and just a hint of her bra. He stared openly as the plane took off. "Ooh," she giggled, as the sudden force of being airborne and gaining altitude sent a lurch through her stomach. "That part always catches me by surprise." "Yeah, me too," he replied, still staring at her cleavage. He brought his left hand up to hold on to her forearm. The sudden weight of his hand caused her own to shift downward, tantalizingly close to his boner. Close, but not quite. Pretending to shift in his seat, he pulled the lapel of her shirt open with his other hand. Not quite enough, though. He tried again. "Matty," she said. He jumped. "Yeah?" Shit! He was busted. He jumped again as the seatbelt light turned off with a ding. "What are you doing, Mr. Jumpy?" she teased. "Just getting comfortable." He tried to sound nonchalant, but it was hard to do. His heart was still pounding. "Oh," she said. "It felt like you were trying to get a little naughty with your old maw." He said nothing. Here it comes, stupid, he thought, you just had to go too far, didn't you? "Cat got your tongue?" she laughed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he stammered. "I was just getting comfortable." "Liar," she said, sitting up, disengaging his arm. Her hand was still on his knee as she stood up. "I have to go the ladies room." He tried to scoot back in his seat, but to no avail. He relished her superbly sculpted ass as she inched her way to the aisle. With that perfect ass just inches from his face, he was in heaven. How bad he wanted to reach out and touch it or just press his face into her succulent cheeks. She seemed to take longer than necessary, but he wasn't complaining. Reaching the aisle, she leaned over and kissed him. "Be right back." \\\\\\\\ Up in the 15th row, the action was mild. Nicole had, on several occasions, been fully aware of her father's lecherous stares. Obviously, she was compelled to continue giving him a good show. She had enjoyed putting on her little display in the airport, and knew exactly what her mother was doing when they boarded. Although she had been looking forward to sitting with Matt and completely blowing his mind, she didn't mind sitting with her Dad. Mom probably needed Matt more right now, and showing off for Daddy usually put him in a better mood anyway. Then he went too far. At least Matt had a little self control. She toyed with the idea of switching places with her mom, but knew it'd never happen. It started out ok; she could almost feel her father's eyes caressing her ass, but as she found their row and stretched to put on a show similar to her mother's (unknowingly, of course), her dad pressed into her. He had apologized, claiming he was putting his own carry on in the same spot, but he rubbed his groin against her ass, nonetheless, grabbing her hips and grinding into her. Several people on the plane saw him do it and it embarrassed the hell out of her. She sat down in a huff and began reading her magazine. He had tried several times to engage her in conversation, but to no avail. He blew it. Asshole. \\\\\\\\ Matt was reading one of the in flight magazines that they put in the pocket on the back of the seats. He had already adjusted his boner to a more comfortable position, and had even managed to make it subside a little. The boring magazine helped a little, but the lingering aroma of his mother's perfume damn sure didn't. He mentally chastised himself for getting caught, but, since she didn't seem too mad, he decided to just let it go and behave himself from now on. "I'm back," said Donna, turning to her side to inch her way past Matt. He might have to keep his hands to himself, but he could still look. Plus, he was a little disappointed in himself for not noticing what kind of panties she was wearing. Nicole's thong had been obvious, but he hadn't even looked for his mother's panty lines. Dumbass! As she sidestepped slowly in front of him, he looked closely. So closely, in fact, that he didn't notice her looking over her shoulder. He still didn't see any panty lines, but he did notice a lump in one of her back pockets that he didn't think had been there before. And there it was. A thong. Then she wiggled her ass. He looked up and straight into her eyes. "Bus... ted!" she singsonged. Giggling, she wiggled her ass one more time, then sat down. "Sorry," he muttered, reddening with embarrassment and lowering his head. How stupid can you get?! "Sorry you were looking at your mommy's ass, or sorry you got caught?" she whispered into his ear as she leaned onto his shoulder and put her hand back on his knee. He had no intention of looking down her shirt, but as he tried to turn toward her, he immediately figured out what was in her pocket. She had unbuttoned another button, and his eyes were instantly drawn to her nearly (tantalizingly) exposed breast. Her other boob was blocked by her body laying on it, but her right breast was so close. The lapel of her blouse still covered her nipple, which stood proudly, poking the thin fabric out. He could see the darkened outline of it through the sheer material. "Cat got your tongue again?" she teased. "Would you like something to drink?" The drink cart had made it's way from the back of the plane, so there was no warning. They both jumped and Donna quickly closed the front of her blouse, but not quickly enough. "Two scotch and sodas," said Donna, surprising even herself with her composure. Matt sat quietly, looking at the seat in front of him. He didn't even glance over, as his mother leaned down to put down the tray. "Make them doubles." "Nice," whispered the stewardess, as she put the cups on the tray. She stood up again, grabbing four bottles of scotch, then leaned in to put them on the tray. "But don't let that bitch see you, she's holier than thou," she added, rolling her eyes toward the other stewardess. While Donna mixed their drinks, Matt sat quietly, wondering just how lucky a guy could get. Not only did he come close enough to seeing his mother's tits, that he figured he'd eventually get a good look at them, but another woman had also looked and liked. Awesome! Donna winked at him, handing him his drink. It tasted like medicine. "Now, where were we," teased Donna. Matt shrugged and looked at her. "Oh yeah, you were ogling your own mother," she said. "Are you so desperate for eye candy that you have to settle for ogling an old ugly woman?" He laughed. "Seriously," said Donna. "There are all kinds of young, good looking girls on this plane and in the airport, why would you want to look at me?" She wasn't fishing this time. Jack had all but lost interest in her; developing a taste for young hard-bodies, apparently. Naturally, Matt's interest in her was flattering, but she really didn't understand it. He was a young hard-body himself, why would he rather look at someone twice his age? "They don't even compare to you, Mom," he said. Evidently, she didn't mind him looking, so he might as well be honest. "Yeah, right," she said, turning toward him in the seat, leaning back in the corner between the window and the seat. "Yeah, it is right," he replied. As uncomfortable as it was, he turned toward her, the armrest digging painfully in his back. Because he could see her nipples, he wouldn't have had it any other way. He managed to drag his eyes up to meet hers after a momentary glance. "You're just saying that." Now she was fishing. "You heard the lady," he chuckled, moving his gaze from her eyes to her nipples and back again. "You look nice." "I knew you'd like that," she laughed. "I'm sure she was just kidding, though." She wondered if Nicole had kept her promise about not going too far. She didn't really like the way Jack kept staring at her, but she'd become case hardened. He liked them young, nowadays. "Maybe, but she was right," he replied, earning a big smile and a soft, lingering kiss. \\\\\\\\ Donna didn't have anything to worry about; Jack kept digging himself deeper. He had even tried to butter her up with booze from the drink cart, but to no avail. She was barely talking to him and insisted on Dr. Pepper rather than the Jack and Coke that he ordered. He figured she'd prefer some girly drink anyway, but his patience was wearing thin. "What are you so pissed off about, anyway," asked an exasperated Jack. "I'll give you a hint," she seethed. "It may have had something to do with dry-humping." "Look, I'm sorry," he said, sounding truly contrite. At first. "But what did you expect? I mean you've been flaunting your shit all over town, showing everyone who wants to look everything you have to offer. Then you parade around the airport shaking that sweet little ass for me; what am I supposed to think?" "Maybe you should think that I'm your daughter, and that maybe you shouldn't try to fuck me through my clothes! And who told you I was doing it for you?" "Watch your mouth," he replied. Now he was getting pissed. "I told you I was just putting my bag up." "Oh what ever!" she said. "Shhh!" he interjected. "Keep your voice down!" "I want to trade places with Mom." "You stay right there," he replied. "We need to work this out." "Fine," she said. "From now on, I'll make sure to wear baggy clothes around you, and you can just keep your paws and everything else off of me. How's that?" "Fine," he replied. "And you can just forget about college. Pay your own way, you spoiled little bitch! Teach you to be a prick tease." He tried to stop her as she stood, but noticed all the people staring. There was a pretty big guy who looked menacingly at him, so he let go, unaware of just how many people had overheard the entire conversation. If looks could kill... Nicole tried to hold back the tears as she made her way down the aisle. She failed. "If you follow her, I'm gonna follow you," said the big guy, his face inches from Jack's. \\\\\\\\ Matt was in heaven. His mother had kissed him like a lover, and he definitely responded. Their lingering kiss had turned into a tongue duel that lasted a while. With the seats across the aisle from them empty, no one was the wiser. Emboldened, he moved in for another kiss as soon as it ended, but she moved away. "Wow!" she whispered. "I know," he replied. "What younger girls?" "Stop it," she giggled, slapping his arm. "You're just being silly. I don't have anything on them." "Yes you do." "Like what," she asked. "Hips, for one thing," he replied. "The girls my age just don't have hips." She giggled again. Nicole appeared just as they were moving in for another kiss; one that would probably be a doozy. Donna was disappointed, yet relieved. She had let herself go too far. Nicole, on the other hand, felt worse. Her original plan was similar to what it looked like here. She'd always had the hots for Daddy, and thought she wanted him. But then he turned into a pig. Matt (whom she'd also had a lifelong crush on) obviously had much more guile and class than her dad. She should have stuck with Matt. "Mom, can we trade places?" she asked, sitting in the seat across the aisle, where there were only two seats. She was still crying. "What's the matter, honey?" She stood up immediately, inching past Matt again. "Behave this time," she whispered. Matt pinched her ass, thinking she did a very good job not jumping. She stepped on his foot. Hard. "Nothing, I'm ok," she said, scooting over to the window seat. Donna sat down, putting her arm around her daughter. "Don't tell me 'nothing', honey," said Donna. "Tell me what's wrong." Nicole looked over and saw Matt, watching attentively. She didn't want to cause trouble and ruin their vacation, but drew a complete blank as she tried to think of a good lie. She told them the whole story. Donna had to restrain Matt as he tried to leave, telling him to just let it go. Then Donna had an epiphany. She told Matt to scoot over to the window and put Nicole in the middle. With her on the aisle, she could keep both of them from going to their father and causing a scene. She consoled both of them for a while and managed to talk Matt down. His intense anger scared her a little, and made her proud at the same time. His loyalty lay with her and Nicole. It was comforting. She had her own secret. "I have to use the ladies room again," said Donna. "Can I trust the two of you to stay here and not go attack your father?" They both nodded. Donna made her way to the back of the plane. "So what were you and Mom doing?" asked Nicole. "Just talking," he replied. "Bullshit," she said. "You two were making out. How come you never tried that with me?" There were tears in her eyes again. "Like Dad did? Look where it got him." He regretted it as soon as he said it. She began to cry again. It broke his heart. He put his arms around her and pulled her to him. She resisted just enough to let him know she was still hurt, then relented. "So, why didn't you?" she asked. "Are you not interested? Or am I not pretty enough?" "Honestly?" he asked. She nodded. "You are so hot!" he said, speaking quickly. "And I can talk to you about anything. I can't tear my eyes away from you when you're around; I can't stop thinking about you when you're gone. You damn right I'm interested, but I didn't want you to think I was a pervert." He loved the immediate and profound change in her demeanor. Her facial expression began changing as soon as he began to speak, and ended in a blissful smile. Flirty even. As he leaned in to kiss her, his hand immediately stole to her breast. He thought of it as a natural reaction. She didn't resist, although she did cut the kiss off before either of them were ready. "We can't let Mom catch us," she said, a little out of breath, pushing his hand away from her tit. "Yeah, I guess you're right," replied a reluctant Matt. He had made out with both of them in a matter of minutes. This was going to be a great vacation! "So, how much did she show you?" she asked. "Nothing." "Bull-shit," she giggled. "God, her nipples were about to poke holes in her shirt. Did you see them bare?" "No, I came close, but didn't get a look at them." he replied, taking another sip of his drink. He almost spit it all out when Nicole lifted her shirt, baring her breasts for him to see. He quickly took in the entire beautiful sight. She was a solid C-cup with pretty little pink nipples; no where close to as dark as his mother's, from what he could tell. Firm and upstanding, her awesome tits barely jiggled as her shirt brushed over them. They were the prettiest tits he'd ever seen. "You're welcome," she chuckled, pulling her shirt back down. "Did she show you anything else?" "When she passed in front of me to get to the window, her ass was right in my face," said Matt. "That's when she turned her head and caught me looking." "Are you serious?" she giggled. He nodded. "Move to the aisle, so she'll have to do it again." He figured Nicole would move to the window, but she stayed put. "Are you going to stay there?" he asked. She nodded. "You want to look at it, too, don't you?" "Maybe," she said with a mischievous grin. "Hey, you can't leave me hanging like that," he laughed. "Ok, fine," she began. "You have to promise not to tell anyone." "I promise." "I make her try on clothes all the time, just so I can see her naked. I think she's sexy as hell," she said, her face turning red. Matt nearly creamed his jeans, wishing he could see them both naked. "I'm back," said Donna. "Are we playing musical chairs?" "We knew you wanted to sit by the window, Mom," said Matt. "Yeah, just because Dad's an asshole, doesn't mean you have to do without," added Nicole. Donna felt obligated to scold Nicole for talking about her father that way, but knew he deserved it. Deciding to let it slide, she hoped against hope that Matt would behave himself as she inched her way past him. She gave him a little wiggle as she looked over her shoulder and saw him staring once again. She looked over her other shoulder to give Nicole a conspiratorial wink and was shocked to see her gazing just as intently as Matt. She was floored again as Nicole gave him a little nudge and bit her bottom lip. Flustered, she sat down. Despite the burning sexual tension felt by all three of them, no one said a word. Donna reclined her seat and leaned back into the corner of the seat and wall just behind the window. She should have put her bra back on, but it was so much more comfortable without it. She had simply buttoned up. Matt and Nicole both took their mother's cue and leaned their own seats back. Nicole put her right arm under her mother and lay her head directly on her left breast. She held back her laugh as she felt the nipple harden against her cheek. Matt, on the other hand, lay on Nicole's shoulder, his hand snaking up her shirt, wrapping around her bare titty. The nipple was already hard. They slept for the remainder of the flight. After reclaiming their carry on bags (Matt gave Nicole a little pinch as she stretched to get hers.), they disembarked the plane only to meet a completely livid Jack. It looked like he'd had a few too many drinks on the plane. As he went through his spiel about how bored he was sitting alone and how disrespectfully he'd been treated, both women were cowed. Matt, however, was pissed. Loaded down with all three carry ons (he insisted on taking them), he immediately dropped them. With Nicole's story adding to his father's dickhead behavior, Matt was at the end of his rope. But someone beat him to the punch. Literally. He saw the big guy walking toward them, but thought nothing of it. "Excuse me, sir?" the man asked politely, gently pulling Jack's shoulder to turn him around. As Jack was about to mouth off, the man punched him hard enough to knock him down. He then, leaned into Jack's face and spoke in a low, conversational tone. "I've seen enough. If you speak to these ladies in that tone again, I'm gonna kick the living shit out of you. Understood?" Jack nodded, trying to suppress the blood flowing from his nose. The man stood and turned to Matt. "Sorry kid. Didn't mean to steal your thunder, but I've been waiting to do that for hours. When your pretty mom here has had enough, give her this." He handed Matt a card. He was a lawyer. Damn the irony. After shaking hands with Matt, he walked away. "Well, this vacation is getting off to an interesting start," laughed Nicole. "You shut up!" said Jack, in an obviously hushed tone. "Help me up, Matt." "Fuck you," Matt calmly said, putting the card in his back pocket. "You're lucky he came along, or I'd still be whipping your sorry ass. If you ever touch Nicole or talk to either of them like that again, I'll kill you." "Come on kids," Donna interjected. "Let's go get the luggage. Jack, get yourself cleaned up and we'll meet you in front of the terminal." "Oh, you think you're in charge now?" grated Jack. Donna grabbed Matt's arm when he tried to turn around. Telling Nicole to help her, they guided Matt away. On the way, Donna pleadingly lectured them both about keeping their father happy. Both kids knew there was more to the story, but didn't press her. They'd find out soon enough. Donna finally let go of Matt when they figured he had calmed down enough. Matt and Nicole were holding hands. They rented a cart to put all the luggage on as they made their way to the front of the terminal. Matt enjoyed another view, as the two women in the world that he loved the most, shook their asses in front of him. Nicole had even turned around to wink at him. Approaching the front of the terminal, they noticed Jack leaving the ticket line. "What are you doing, honey?" asked Donna. Her words were endearing, but her actions suggested otherwise. She didn't get close. "They're having a crisis at the office," said a subdued Jack. "I have to go back for a few days. You guys go ahead. There's a limo out there waiting to take you to the ferry that'll take you to the island." "Do you want us to wait for you to get on the plane?" asked Donna. "Use your head, Donna!" The asshole was back. "They won't let you through security without a boarding pass. Just go, and I'll be along in a few days." Luckily, Donna thought, the kids are out of earshot. Without kissing her husband goodbye or even another word, she walked out to the sidewalk where Matt and Nicole were waiting. Matt was smoking. God how she wanted a drag! Jack had finally bitched enough for her to quit a few months ago. She made up her mind. "Give me one of those, Matty," she said to a completely shocked Matt. He was expecting a reprimand. "Do you have enough for both of us, or do we need to get some before we get on the boat?" \\\\\\\\ After the short ride to the docks and a long ride on the boat, they had finally arrived. Workers from the ferry carted all their luggage down the dock, up the stairs, and into the front room of the beautiful house overlooking the ocean. "This place is awesome!" shrieked Nicole, as she looked around the huge living room. There was a good sized kitchen just off the living room, separated by a bar, with a breakfast nook in front of massive windows overlooking the beach. In fact, the entire front of the house had beachfront windows. On the other side of the living room was a staircase leading to the three bedrooms upstairs. Carrying their bags, they raced up the stairs to check out the rest of the house. The two smaller (though pretty good sized) bedrooms shared a large bathroom with both a walk-in shower and a tub, while a large Jacuzzi tub graced the Master Bedroom. Each bedroom overlooked the beach with large windows, and a door granting access to a long deck that ran the length of the house. There was an upper deck on the back side as well, overlooking the swimming pool and hot tub, each deck furnished with patio furniture. In the distance, they could see a waterfall amid the vegetation. Matt came to the sudden realization that with all the uncovered windows along this deck, that he would definitely see both of them naked. He couldn't wait for it to get dark. "Well, now what?" asked Donna. "Let's go swimming," said Nicole. "Last one in the pool is a rotten egg!" She ran into her room to change. Matt took this opportunity to get close to his mother, who was leaning on the rail, looking down at the pool. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her ass into him. "Matt, we can't," she said, standing up and turning around to face him. She meant to turn him away, but when he pulled her close and leaned in for a kiss, her body betrayed her and she relented. As their tongues lovingly entwined, he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, his hands making their way to her ass. She brought her hands to the back of his head and began running her fingers through his hair. They ground into each other as he pulled her into him. Pressing his luck, he brought a hand up to her breasts. Lightly squeezing and tweaking her nipples, Matt lovingly caressed the same boobs that had nourished him as infant. The irony wasn't lost on him. She allowed it until he moved down to go up inside her shirt; then she pulled away just before he captured his prize. His mother's bare tits were still so close, yet so far away. Dammit! "We can't," she gasped, her breath ragged. "I'm sorry. I let it go too far." "Why not, Mom," asked Matt. "We both want to; what's the problem?" "I'm your mother. We shouldn't have even gone this far, no matter how much we may want to," she replied. "Let's go swimming and cool off." With that, she walked into her room to change, quickly closing the door behind her. Matt lit a smoke and leaned on the rail. He wasn't as disappointed as he figured he'd be. In fact, he was encouraged, knowing that before the vacation was over, he'd break down her inhibitions. After all, she'd said 'we' want to. Plus, there was Nicole to think about, he thought as she suddenly appeared. Turning to look up at him, she mouthed 'where's Mom?' He nodded toward her bedroom. Nicole, in turn, pulled her bikini top aside and flashed her tits at him again. Giggling, she told him to hurry up and get down there. She was wearing a thong. He watched her while he finished his smoke, smiling as she inched her way into the pool, rather than just jump in and get used to the water all at once. She'd always been a wuss like that, he mused. When she heard him laugh, she flipped him off and told him to hurry. This time, he did. \\\\\\\\ Donna was on an intense roller coaster of emotions. Her recent lack of attention had completely countermanded her sense of propriety, leaving her feeling guilty. Her sexual attraction for her son (if she was being completely honest), had begun a long time ago. She could finally admit that, in addition to being a flattering power trip, her teasing little shows had always been more of a seduction, at least subliminally. But during the flight, her teasing, coupled with Matt's positive reaction had unleashed a wantonness that she'd never known about. Not only had she willingly allowed him(and herself) to go to far, but she had also enjoyed it. And she wanted more. Then there was Nicole. Her daughter's approving stare at her ass had released a sexual inclination that she'd repressed for years, thinking it was completely squashed. Sure, she had played around with other women in college, but that was a long time ago. Now she found herself physically attracted to her own daughter as well. What was wrong with her? She looked at herself in the mirror. Her string bikini did show off her curves and, turning around, she liked the way the smaller fit hugged her ass nicely. She was certain that Matt would love it. And Nicole too, for that matter. Stop it! She chided herself. But she couldn't help it. Looking out the window, she noticed Matt approaching the pool in his swimsuit. As she gazed upon his half naked masculine form (feeling that familiar tingling she'd felt all day), she noticed Nicole saying something to him as he entered the pool. He quickly looked up to the deck to see if she, Donna, was out there, then replied. God, she could feel the sexual tension all the way in here! She suddenly had an idea. It was obvious that her kids were about to play around, and figured she could kill two birds with one stone. She attributed her newfound desire for her children to her sexual inactivity of late. Because she hadn't been laid in forever, she figured she could just masturbate, make the horniness subside, and let Matt and Nicole get their own friskiness out of their system. Then she'd surely be able to control her temptations. Right? Deciding to give it a try, she walked out onto the deck. "Kids," she called, stifling a laugh as they jumped apart, obviously guilty. "I'm gonna try out this Jacuzzi before I go swimming. You guys go ahead; I'll be out in a bit." The lightly tinted glass of the doors made it impossible to see through them from outside in the daytime, so she turned the recliner around to face the window and made herself comfortable. Her bikini was sitting on the bed. Matt and Nicole simply stared at each other while waiting. As she watched them resume the obvious foreplay they were up to before she interrupted them, she began toying with herself, letting go of her inhibitions for one delicious session. With one hand high and one low, Donna began her self-help therapy. \\\\\\\\ After finishing his smoke, Matt had quickly changed into his swimsuit and joined his sister at the pool, which was even bigger than he'd thought at first glance. It's shape reminded him of a kidney bean with a beautiful rock waterfall in the middle. The 4ft shallow end ran just past the waterfall, where it drastically jumped to 12ft in the deep end, complete with a diving board. The hot tub was on the patio beside the shallow end. Nicole, who had been under the waterfall, moved toward the steps as Matt quickly descended. "Wanna have a quickie before Mom gets out here?" she teased, holding her bikini bottoms in her hand, just above the water where he could see them. Dumbfounded at first, Matt approached her. After checking to see if his mother was near, "I swear you're the most incredible girl I've ever met!" he replied. As he put his arms around her waist, she put her thong in his pocket, then wrapped her arms around his neck. Then Donna scared the shit out of them, announcing that it would be a while before she joined them. Nicole giggled as they jumped apart, looking at him with such a longing that he had a hard time not going back to her. He knew his mother had probably gone straight to the bathroom, but he couldn't take the chance. Besides, becoming lost in those beautiful brown eyes, was still one of his favorite pastimes. "It doesn't have to be a quickie now," she cooed. "Come here." They melted into each other's arms as he moved in, Nicole wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as they began kissing. After a long, passionate, yet surprisingly gentle make-out session, they reluctantly pulled their lips apart and embraced in a loving hug. Nicole was lightly grinding her bare pussy on his raging hard-on under the water, as they both closed their eyes and savored the moment. They knew they had just changed everything. Both welcomed the new change with open arms. "I love you," said Nicole, still resting her head on his shoulder. "I love you too, Sis," he replied. It was more of a natural reaction, though it had been a while since they'd said it. But somehow it felt different. Deeper. More meaningful. She read his mind. "No," she said. "I LOVE you." She desperately wanted him to understand. "And I said 'I love you too'!" he replied, grabbing her ass and helping her rub against him. "But I'm still a little confused, though." "What about?" "Well, you came back there to us crying," he began, "because Dad tried to get into your pants. Then 5 minutes later you're showing me your tits an letting me feel them while you stick your tongue down my throat. What's that all about? Not that I'm complaining." "You haven't been around this year," she replied. "Dad has been a total dick. The only time he's in a good mood is when I show him some skin, otherwise, he's a hateful bastard. But when he started dry-humping me in front of God and everybody, it pissed me off. The way he treats Mom, I'd never let him have me." "What's going on?" he asked. "I don't know, he's just different," she said. "I was worried about Mom for a while. She slipped into a funk that I couldn't get her out of no matter what I did. She got better when it was time for you to come home, though. I swear, she cows down to him every time he starts being an asshole. They used to fight all the time, but now they just kind of ignore each other. I don't even think they fuck anymore." Matt was trying to make sense of it all, but to no avail. His sister's sweet vagina still rubbing against him sure didn't help matters. He'd noticed a bit of coolness between his parents, now that he thought about it and it sure explained his mother's sudden naughty streak. He suddenly realized what he'd missed on the plane. "Mom said she'd be left alone after we went back to college," he said. "Think she means they're about to get divorced?" "I don't know," she replied, lowering her head. "But I'm pretty sure you and I both just blew college. Dad said I had to pay for it myself when I wouldn't let him touch me. Something tells me he won't pay for yours either. He may be a little upset with you." "So what do we do now?" asked Matt. "Right now, I think we need to finish what we started," she replied, putting her feet back on the ground. "Take off your shorts." The soft, seductive tone of her voice sent a jolt straight to his cock. More than happy to comply, he quickly shed his suit and threw them to the side of the pool. He missed. Nicole giggled as she watched them slowly sink to the bottom of the pool, resuming her wraparound position. Now she could rub her pussy up and down on his bare cock. They began kissing again. \\\\\\\\ Donna was delightfully frustrated. With a finger on her clit, a completely wet pussy, and pinching, tweaking fingers moving from one nipple to the other, her eyes were glued to the scene in front of her. Although most of their scrumptious bodies were underwater and out of her sight, she could see that they were definitely busy under there while they passionately kissed. She was well on her way to a pleasantly satisfying orgasm when they pulled apart and embraced. She continued her clit and nipple play while she watched them talk, but couldn't figure out what in the hell could be so important to talk about. She knew they were about to fuck; why not just get to it? But she also didn't mind the delay. The longer she held out, the better the climax would be. She finally saw Matt take off his swimsuit and toss it just short of the side of the pool. As they resumed their kissing, she picked up the pace of her masturbation. \\\\\\\\ Matt was a little frustrated as well. His sister was quickly and forcefully rubbing her pussy up and down on his rigid cock, but kept pulling away each time the head first penetrated her moist opening. It took a few times before he realized she was teasing him. With one hand firmly holding her ass, pulling her closer to him, he brought the other one up to play with her tits. He pulled her top down, exposing both breasts. It was a little difficult to tweak her nipples between their pressed together bodies, but he managed. They were still making out, their tongues squirming around each other like horny snakes. As he pulled away and began kissing and nibbling her neck, she let out an involuntary groan. "Oh, this is awesome," she whispered. "I love you so much." "I love you too, baby," he replied, moving to her ear, his warm breath sending shivers through her body. Matt reached down to her ass with both hands, guiding her up and down his hard shaft as they began to kiss again. When his cock finally seated itself in front of her invitingly forbidden entrance, he thrust his hips forward. Nicole held stock still, groaning as his cock finally penetrated her. Because their bodies were completely submerged, she hadn't seen the size of his cock and was utterly surprised at how much it filled her. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. Realizing he was finally fucking the girl he had always wanted, but never thought he would, Matt took full advantage of the situation. He furiously pounded in and out of her, delighting in the way she desperately clutched him, her arms tightly around him, her head on his shoulder, as her grunts and groans became music to his ears. He held her tight while her first orgasm swept through her shuddering body. "Mmmm... yeah!" she cried. "This is soo awesome!" She desperately sought out his mouth, violently resuming their kissing. \\\\\\\\ Donna was a writhing mass of pleasure as she squirmed around on the recliner. She now had both hands working on her pussy, one rhythmically stroking her clit while three fingers of the other thrust frantically in and out of her sopping hole. She had moved her hand from her tits down to finger her pussy when she noticed how firm and beautiful her daughter's breasts were and, since this was the masturbation session to end her newfound perversions, she allowed herself the tawdry visualization of actually sucking and nibbling on them. But she almost went over the edge, had sort of a mini orgasm in fact, when she saw Nicole throw her head back and groan as Matt's thick cock entered her. From what she'd seen on the plane, Donna could imagine how good it must have felt and, once again convincing herself it was therapeutic, imagined herself looking down at her son as he plunged deeply inside of her. "Ohh, this is so wrong!" she whispered, trying to hold her orgasm back. But how could something so wrong feel so right? She relished the utterly erotic scene as their fucking intensified, her hands now moving wildly on her pussy. Thrusting her hips up to meet each plunge of her fingers, she watched as Matt and Nicole lost themselves in their intense fuck session. Dangerously close to orgasm again, she slowed down her hands to prolong the sensation and to hold out for Matt's climax. Just as she heard Nicole yell out her pleasure (loud and clear through the closed sliding glass door), she had to stop her hands completely. Seeing the look of delight in Nicole's face as she came almost sent her over the edge for a second time. She successfully held back once again, suddenly realizing what she was actually waiting for. Knowing Matt was riding bareback, she wanted to see if he'd pull out or actually pump his seed into his fertile sister. She knew it would be wrong, but in her highly aroused state, she desperately hoped he would. \\\\\\\\ Matt was also having a hard time holding back. When Nicole came, he almost lost it completely. Now he felt obligated to give her another one. Not that he minded making this fuck session last as long as he could. In fact, after waiting so long to finally get into her pants, he never wanted it to end. As far as holding out goes, though, he took a dangerous risk. Pushing her body back slightly while still pumping vigorously in and out of her, he craned his neck down to suck on one of her tits. "Yeah," she whispered. "Mmm that feels so good!" She wrapped her arms around his head, forcefully holding his head pressed tightly into her breast. Meanwhile, Matt sucked and nibbled with abandon, pulling her tit deeply into his mouth, then releasing and latching onto just the nipple. Her hips were violently matching his thrusts, The thought of just exactly what it was that he was actually doing coupled with the satisfied grunts and moans if his increasingly satiated sister, who was moving closer and closer to another orgasm, nearly finished poor Matt off completely. Somehow he held on until he heard the telltale signs of her impending climax, then he was done for. "Here I go," he announced, letting go of her breast. "I gotta pull out." "No... don't... you... dare!" she cried between gasps of pleasure. To drive the point home, she clamped herself tighter (somehow) around his waist and pulled his head back into her titty. "Cum... in... me! Nnnngghhh yeah!" He had no choice. With Nicole firmly wrapped around him and his cock lodged completely inside of her, he pumped his seed inside her as deep as he could. He always preferred cumming inside rather than pulling out, and rubbers just flat out suck, but the idea of pumping his cum inside his own sister was a perversion that intensified his orgasm ten fold. Coupled with her moans of pleasure and rocking hips, he came for a very long time. As Nicole's hips finally subsided, they clung to each other, Matt's semi hard cock still buried to the hilt. "God that was awesome," she gasped. "That was the best fuck I've ever had." She was still catching her breath. "I know, right?" he replied. "We shouldn't wait so long next time." He kissed her tenderly, which she more than willingly returned. \\\\\\\\ Donna, still valiantly holding on, was teetering on the edge of cumming too soon. She would work furiously on her sensitive pussy until she was almost there, then back off to hold out for both the end of her kid's sex marathon and the powerful, earth shattering orgasm promised by all her self pleasuring. She watched intently as Matt and Nicole took their coupling to new heights, finding it harder and harder not to simply let go and bask in the sweet release. But she wanted more. "Oh that's so good!" she gasped, as Matt leaned down to suck on one of those youthfully firm boobs. While definitely keeping an eye on the action in front of her, her mind's eye wandered into the tantalizing realm of her darkest, most forbidden fantasy. In her mind, she had the best of both worlds. She imagined herself being powerfully fucked and lovingly suckled by her gorgeous son, while at the same time she was the one sucking on Nicole's breast. She could almost feel her daughter frantically pulling her, Donna's, head into her breast. She had seen Nicole naked on countless occasions and knew how pretty they were, making her fantasy more vividly detailed. Then came the moment she was waiting for. Nicole, who had obviously given up any pretense of being quiet, had just begun her second (second?! she thought) climax, when she distinctly heard Matt declare that he would pull out. But before her mind could scream "NO!", she heard Nicole's response saying essentially the same thing. "Ah... Ah... Mmmm!" she cried, as the sweet release of her taboo fueled orgasm began it's long, intense sweep through her body. "Oh fuck yeah," she unintentionally cried out too loudly, not caring if they heard just then. Matt was obviously cumming inside his sister. She lay back enjoying the afterglow of the best climax she'd had in recent memory. Sure she had masturbated plenty since Jack had lost interest, but no toys (she had a few), or online porn could even come close to creating the deliciously satisfying sensation of watching her kids having sex. No, fucking. After releasing her repressed fantasies (and liking it) she could call it "fucking." She began to blush in spite of herself. She liked being bad. Her "stroking it out of her system" plan didn't work either. Well, she mused, it didn't do what she originally intended, but it definitely worked. Maybe we can all go skinny dipping now. By the time she put her bikini back on and headed downstairs, she was smiling from ear to ear. \\\\\\\\ "We need to get dressed before Mom gets here," whispered Nicole, her head resting on Matt's shoulder, nuzzling his neck. Their position remained unchanged, neither ready to let go of one another. "Yeah, let's do that," he replied, unmoving. Nicole giggled, then put her feet down, disengaging herself from his cock, but they remained in each other's arms. She didn't tell him about the sudden emptiness she felt, afraid he wouldn't understand how much deeper it went than the mere physical aspect. She'd always been that way. Rather than go through the hassle of trying to explain her deeper thoughts, she usually just kept them to herself. "That sucks," he said. "It's like part of me is missing now. It's hard to explain, but..." She cut him off with a kiss. It lasted quite a while. While both knew that getting caught was a genuine possibility, neither wanted this entire experience to come to an end, unsure when they'd get chance to do it again. It was Nicole who broke the kiss. "I'll get our clothes," she said, fixing her top. Matt was afforded a generous view of her sweet ass as it came up out of the water when she dove down to retrieve his shorts at the bottom of the pool. It was nice. He still couldn't believe the amazing chain of events that made this the best day of his life. He knew it sounded corny, but, looking back, he felt like he'd just won the lottery. As Nicole popped up out of the water, her right breast popped out of her top. He tweaked her nipple. "Hey!" she laughed, caught off guard, quickly covering up her titty. "Behave, Mom could show up any minute." "You're the one that let it out," he replied with a smile. "Besides, we need to talk her into joining us." "Yeah, I see that happening," said Nicole, rolling her eyes as she put on her thong. "You don't think it's worth a try?" he challenged. "You just got some, and now you're already plotting your next conquest?" she griped. "I guess I'm just not good enough for you." She turned her back to him. "No... Baby, that's not what I meant," he pleaded. Shit! He grabbed her shoulder, but she refused to let him gently turn her around, her body shaking rapidly in what could only be sobs. He felt like the biggest shit-heel in the world. "Baby, I'm sorry. I thought you wanted to." She finally let him turn her around, her body still shaking. She backed away, making him feel worse, until he saw her face. His look of guilty concern quickly transforming into confused surprise was all Nicole could take. She finally let out the hearty belly laugh she had been holding in, her laughter paralyzing her long enough for him to get a hold of her. "Oh, you little shit!" he bellowed, picking her up and slamming her down into the water. As she came up still laughing, she splashed him with one hand and held up his swimsuit in the other. "You're too easy," she laughed, then mockingly deepened her voice. "'Baby I'm sorry.' You should've seen the look on your face." She splashed him again, holding his trunks high over her head. He moved in. Neither of them were aware of Donna, who had heard the whole thing, until Matt looked up and froze. Then Nicole looked, quickly dropping her hand back under the water. Donna stifled a laugh at the 'deer in the headlights' look on both of their faces and Nicole's failed attempt to hide Matt's trunks. If she had any remaining guilt, it was the idea that she'd be taking advantage of her still impressionable kids. Now that she knew otherwise, the last of the guilt was gone. So they wanted to seduce her together, huh? The endless possibilities sent a shiver down her spine. And she couldn't resist her ornery streak. "Matty," she began, "we forgot towels. Would you go get us some?" She watched Nicole slip over to her brother and put the trunks in his hand. The urge to laugh was almost unbearable. "What's that in your hand?" "I'll get 'em," Nicole interrupted. "Where are they?" She quickly pulled herself up out of the pool. Donna noticed her thong. "Don't get cheeky with me, young lady," said Donna. Her reprimanding tone caused Nicole to whip around, looking surprised. It was all Donna could take. She guffawed. Matt, who had watched her look at Nicole's ass, got the pun immediately and laughed right along with his mother. But Nicole was still chagrined at nearly being busted, making her a little slower on the uptake. "Very funny, Mom," she finally said. "Thank you; I'll be here all week," answered Donna, who seemed to be on a roll. "There's a linen closet in both bathrooms. Come on, I'll show you." Matt wasn't sure what was different about his mother. Pulling on his trunks, he thought about it. She'd shown a more adventurous side today, but had also been a little neurotic about it. Now she seemed more relaxed, even joking with them. She had to know he'd been naked. But instead of confronting him about it, she just let it go. Maybe her bath had been just the thing she'd needed. Of course he was happy. After what Nicole had told him, she needed to be in a good mood for a while. He was just unsure of where they'd go from here. When they returned from the house, Donna was on her cell phone, her good mood obviously gone. Nicole mouthed 'Dad' to him as Donna sat sideways on one of the lounge chairs. That son of a bitch, thought Matt. She was finally having a little fun and now the motherfucker had to ruin it for her. Someway, somehow, Matt would get even. And this bullshit about treating these two women, his two women, like shit was going to stop. That was for damn sure, one way or the other. Nicole joined him in the pool, but her demeanor had changed as well. They stood still, side by side and watched their mom. Matt put his hand on Nicole's ass. She let him. "He called while we were in there," said Nicole in a hushed tone. "He needs to stay there and let us enjoy our vacation," he replied. "Shh, she's hanging up." "Good news, kids," Donna began, putting her phone on the table beside the lounger. "You're father will be here the day after tomorrow. He told me to apologize to you." "Apologize for coming here and fucking up our vacation?" asked a still disgruntled Matt. Nicole hit his arm. "Be nice, Matty," Donna replied, looking down. "Especially when he gets here. We have to keep him happy." "Why?" he asked. "We just do." "Bullshit," he said. "I'm not about to..." "Matt hush," Nicole interrupted, trying to cover his mouth. "No!" he said, pushing her hand away, moving to the side of the pool. "He treats the two of you like shit and you let him. Why the hell are you so cowed by him? And what's up with this 'don't upset Daddy' bullshit?" He pulled up out of the pool and approached Donna, Nicole right on his heels. Donna hung her head low. Silent. He moved up to the chair and sat down, putting his arm around her. She turned toward him, putting her arms around his waist, laying her head on his shoulder. Feeling like a third wheel, Nicole sat on the chair opposite them. Matt reached out and held her hand. "Just tell us what's going on, Mom," said Matt. "Let's get this shit out into the open so we can go back to having fun." "I can't," replied Donna. "He already thinks I've turned the two of you against him; if I tell you what's happening, it'll just make it worse." She was near tears. "Come on Matt," said Nicole, standing up and pulling his arm. "Let's swim some more." With Matt's incredulous look, she sat back down. They were still holding hands. "His behavior on the plane and in the airport is what turned me against him," said Matt. "I want to know what's behind it." Donna looked at Nicole who shrugged. Fine. They'd find out soon enough, she might as well get it over with. She just wasn't sure where to begin. "This island doesn't belong to Mr. Richards like he told you. Your dad got it as part of the collateral of one of the companies he bought out. As a matter of fact, your father's net worth is several million. Basically he does what Richard Gere did in 'Pretty Woman', although he's a far cry from Richard Gere." She chuckled. "Then why haven't we seen any of it?" Matt interjected. Nicole shushed him. This time he listened. "When Mom died," Donna continued, "I found out that Dad had left her, and eventually me, a pretty good chunk of change. I inherited a little over a quarter mil. Well, Jack decided that would be the perfect opportunity to realize our dreams. He promised that if I would just sign the money over to him, he could turn it into millions. Well, he did, but that's when he began to change. You two were too young to notice it, of course, but he was different. He became convinced that everyone was out to get him and his money, so he hides most of it in different banks, under a different name. He even 'sold' the company to this made up name. He has all the identification under this name, obviously, but not even the IRS can prove that it's him. His title is Executive VP, but at 60k a year, he's the lowest paid VP in the company by a longshot. Not even his co-workers know he's the owner, only the CEO, who is, obviously..." "Mr. Richards," Matt finished for her. "And, of course, Mr. Richards is your dad. He started fucking his secretary about a year ago." She allowed them to get over their shock before she continued. "I know it was stupid of me to sign over the money, rather than insisting on becoming a partner, but I was young and convinced we'd be together forever. Well, now he wants a divorce. I pleaded with him to wait until you two were out of college, but he seems to be in a hurry. He agreed to wait until both of you were out of high school, and to also pay your way through college, but now he's threatened to cut you off. Since he legally only makes 60k a year, I'll be left with nothing. Oh, he'll probably let me have the house, but that's about it. I can't afford to pay for your college, so you have to keep him happy." She looked pleadingly at Matt. "At least try to get along with him until you graduate; he's your only hope for higher education." Matt was furious, Nicole was crying, and Donna was depressed. They sat in silence, each looking from one to the other. "What's Mr. Richard's first name?" asked Matt. "David," she replied. "Why do you ask?" "Let's call it 'knowing your enemy'," he replied. "Matty, you have to play his game," she pleaded. "At least til you and Nicole graduate. You might even be able to work for him after. Let's just play nice, and he'll take care of you." "And leave you out in the cold?" Matt asked. "Do you honestly expect Nicole and me to just leave you hanging? No. I have a better idea. Let's figure out how to put a stop to this." "You think I haven't tried," cried Donna. "There's nothing we can do. I'm lost, but it's very important for my kids to be taken care of. Can't you see that?" "But we want to take care of you too, Mom," said Nicole. "Matt's right. Surely we can figure out a way to beat him. Or at least get you what you deserve. He used your money to start this company, so you're entitled to at least half. We're a team, you know." She got up and hugged her mother. "Let's go in the house," said Matt. "We're in a tropical paradise, for crying out loud; we should be drinking some sort of fruity cocktail with an umbrella sticking out of it." He got the chuckles he was going for, but they weren't very enthusiastic. With their arms around each other, Donna and Nicole led the way while Matt followed, giving him another opportunity. "Have I mentioned the view here is fan-TASTIC?!" He winked at them when they turned around and caught him ogling. There came the laughs he was after. Better. They also put a more exaggerated sway into their hips. Much better. He wasn't exactly sure how to get where he was going, but he did know how to lighten the mood and maybe even help things along. He sent them into the kitchen to make the drinks while he went to his room. After finishing there, he stood at the top of the stairs and listened to them laughing and starting to have a good time. As they walked into the living room carrying their drinks, he came down the stairs. The sun would go down soon, and they'd all be able to watch it through the huge window while sitting on the couch. "It's in the blender," said Nicole before taking a long drink. "Hey no fair, you changed clothes." "I didn't want to get the couch wet," he replied. "I don't think you'll have that problem. What little fabric there is probably dried a long time ago." He smacked her bare ass cheek on his way by, making her yelp. Donna laughed. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. He wasn't really into mixed drinks. With Donna and Nicole sitting on each end of the couch, he took charge once again, telling his mother that she needed to be in the middle where he and Nicole could protect her. With a laugh, she complied. "Can we smoke in here, Mom?" he asked. "Your father wouldn't like it," she replied. "I thought you wanted mixed drinks." "I'm a beer drinker. Where's the ashtray?" he asked. When she gave him a dirty look, he added: "He's not here to bitch about it." She pointed to the kitchen. "You better give me one too," said Donna when he returned. "Let's just share this one for now," he replied, putting his arm around her. "What is that?" she asked. "What do you think it is," he replied, taking a toke. "Alright!" said Nicole. "I love Mary Jane!" Donna wasn't sure about this one. She wasn't a total prude, but she hadn't smoked any weed since she found out she was pregnant with Matt. She gave it up to be a mother. And now both of her kids had obviously tried it. What the hell, she was about to be single again, she might as well let them teach her how to party again. No. That wasn't it at all. After all these years, she wanted to get high. She took a hit and passed it to Nicole, who took a big enough hit to make her cough. "Don't get greedy, babe; we got plenty," Matt joked. He took another hit, choked back a few coughs, and handed it to Donna. "Now who's being greedy?" laughed Nicole. They roached it just in time to watch the sunset, each having a cigarette to set the buzz in. The myriad of beautiful colors created a serene silence in the room as they watched the breathtaking scene, the reflection in the water doubling the beauty of the enchanting view. Matt had his arm around his mother, his hand caressing Nicole's shoulder, while Donna had a hand on each of their legs. Nicole was leaning on her mother's shoulder. The mellow buzz kept them deep in their own thoughts where everything in the world made sense, but it was impossible to explain. As the sun slowly sunk beneath the horizon, Donna finally broke the silence. "That was so beautiful," she said, picking up her drink. They had even put umbrellas in them. "Not as beautiful as you two," quipped Matt. Nicole giggled, taking a drink of her own, emptying her glass. She grabbed her mother's glass, took Matt's empty beer bottle, and went to the kitchen. Matt watched her and, from the corner of his eye, saw that Donna was also watching. "Seriously sweet ass, huh?" said Matt as Nicole obliviously went about her task. "No... I mean, I wasn't... well, she's..." She stopped and looked sheepishly at Matt, who was laughing. "Bus-ted," he singsonged, still laughing. Donna hit him. "It's ok, Mom, I like yours too, remember? So does Nicole." "Matt stop it," she scolded without conviction, her eyes still riveted to Nicole. She was flustered. She couldn't help watching Nicole's tight body jiggling in all the right places as she walked through the room. With the thong slipping delicately into the crack of her ass, she relished the enticing sway of Nicole's firm, rounded ass, unable to tear her eyes from the erotic show even after Matt caught her. Matt, on the other hand, had been rubbing her forearm, moved up to lightly graze her breast, sending a tingle through her highly aroused body. She wanted to take back control of the situation, knowing it was hopeless. When Nicole came back in from the kitchen, Donna openly gawked at her. Her beautiful face enveloped in her luxuriously long blonde hair was enchanting. She moved her eyes down to Nicole's full breasts, barely concealed by the tiny cups of her skimpy bikini, across her flat stomach and sexy little belly button. She had always secretly liked the tri-angled look of a panty covered vagina and Nicole's was no disappointment. She could even see the tiniest hint of a camel-toe. Adding her svelte legs going all the way up, Nicole was definitely a very sexy young lady. Donna's guilty feeling had been completely squashed by inarguable desire. So much, in fact, that she hadn't noticed that Matt had pulled the cup of her bikini off her breast and was openly pinching her erect nipple. She turned to face him. "Matty, we can't..." He cut her off with a kiss, causing her to moan softly into his mouth. With all her inhibitions long gone, she immersed herself in the moment. His arm around her pulled her close, while his other hand remained busy on her exposed breast. She wasn't sure how he managed to pull aside the other cup of her bikini, exposing her other breast as well, and she didn't care. All she cared about was the luxurious feeling of having both breasts manipulated at once and the tongue dueling make-out that sent a constant tingle straight to her clit. It wasn't until she felt a tender mouth lovingly envelope her nipple that she figured out that Nicole was involved. She broke the kiss with Matt and turned to Nicole. "Oh, Nicole," she whispered. "Are you sure you want..." Nicole also cut her off with a kiss which she returned with wild fervor. Nicole was still gently caressing her breast, while Matt leaned down to suckle the other. Her body was a torrent of lust as she strangely noticed the difference between feminine and masculine love. While Matt was intent and a little rough, Nicole was more patient and definitely more tender, giving the phrase: 'the best of both worlds' a whole new meaning. She abandoned herself in the moment, savoring the tender lust and newfound love with her kids. Feeling Matt untie the string in her bikini bottoms, she offered no resistance, opening her legs as his hand made its way to her pussy. Meanwhile, Nicole had pulled her other leg over and straddled it, rubbing her pussy up and down. Donna could feel the delicious heat of her daughter's moist vagina as it gyrated slowly, yet steadily. As the women continued their loving kisses, Donna took the opportunity to remove Nicole's top and do a little breast play herself. The firm young globes held her both captivated and oblivious to the world around her. So much so that she hardly realized that Matt was no longer at her breast. Looking down, she saw him wink at her just before diving straight into her pussy, his tongue furiously rolling around and across her erect clit. She threw her head back. "Oh, yeah, Matt," she cried. "That feels so good, honey. Yeah, right there. Take your bottoms off, Nicole." Nicole began kissing and nibbling her neck, her hand now moving from one breast to the other, gently pulling and twisting her nipples as she used the other hand to wiggle out of her thong. For Donna, the vivid double pleasure after such a long, frustrating dry spell unleashed a greedily wanton desire for more. Finally nude, Nicole resumed her position, straddling Donna's thigh once more. This time, though, she rubbed her pussy up and down her mother's leg furiously, giving Donna both the abrasive feel of pubic hair coupled with the softly moist feel of completely drenched pussy lips. They started making out again. Matt was eagerly lapping up his mother's juices, making her writhe in pleasure. Focusing first on the clit, then moving down the entire length of her slit and back again, he teased her to new heights. He stifled a laugh when Nicole kneed him in the head in her rush to resume dry humping Mom's leg. He brought his hand up to plunge two fingers deeply in her pussy, making the 'come hither' motion to stroke her g-spot. His mother's moans of pleasure were music to his ears. Then she gave them a full on jam session. "Come here, Nicole," she gasped. "Let me eat your pussy." Matt nearly came in his pants, although he never missed a beat on the task at hand. "Ohh..." Nicole whimpered. Nicole was in a rush again. She quickly stepped up on the couch and straddled her mother. Donna chuckled at her impatience, but it was a sexy laugh filled with lust. With her daughter's beautiful dripping pussy directly in front of her, she couldn't wait either. Inching her way forward, Nicole stepped down behind the couch cushions, bringing herself to the perfect height to settle in on her mother's delightful tongue. She wasn't disappointed. Donna, who wasn't sure how well she'd do (she hadn't done this in two decades, after all), discovered that eating pussy was, indeed, just like riding a bike. And she'd been a champ. Bringing her arms up between her daughter's legs, she put one on her ass to pull her into her face, and the other to mimic Matt's actions on the inside, plunging two fingers in and out of Nicole's pussy. "Oh God, Mom you're so awesome!" she moaned. Still busily sucking and fingering his mother's snatch, he looked up her body, past her heaving tits, and up to Nicole's bouncing ass. He marveled at Donna's expert manipulation of his sister's pussy, while holding her firmly in place in spite of Nicole's frenzied gyrations. He was thrilled to be part of this awesome scene, but he was about to learn a valuable lesson in sexual positions. Although this particular position looked awesome from Matt's point of view, and was definitely a staple of any good porn movie threesome, the reality was... "This sucks," said Donna, leaning back and gently pushing her daughter aside. "Nicole move over; let's find another way." "I know, right," she giggled, clumsily keeping her balance as she twisted around and sat beside her mother. "I wasn't going to say anything." Donna turned her to the corner of the couch, pulling her ass to the edge where her pussy was in exactly the right spot. Grabbing a couple of throw pillows off the couch to put under her knees, she got onto her hands and knees, her face inches from her daughter's dripping snatch. Matt had backed up to see where he'd end up. He quickly stripped, hoping against hope that she wouldn't change her mind. Donna coyly turned her head to face him. "Your tongue felt great, Matty." She wiggled her ass. "But that's not what I want now. Unless, of course, you don't want to." She laughed as he hurriedly moved forward. "Thought so. Fuck me, son." Kissing her way up Nicole's thigh, she waited for Matt to get situated before she continued, which left Nicole whimpering in frustration. Her plan was to dive into Nicole's pussy as soon as his cock entered her, but plans change. The initial thrust of her son's hard cock pressing deeply inside her caused her to throw her head back, emitting a satisfied groan, her head quickly dropping onto Nicole's belly as she was held momentarily helpless. All she could do now was make sexy little noises of pleasure as she fought to regain her composure. "You okay, Mom?" giggled Nicole. "It's a little overwhelming at first, huh?" "MmmmHmmm," she said, her mouth closed tight. "I'm uunnghhh sorry, baby" she grunted as Matt began pumping slowly in and out of her. She finally regained her motor skills, Matt picking up the pace, and moved her face in to lap up Nicole's sweet juices. Bringing her fingers up to heighten her daughter's pleasure, she mimicked Matt's g-spot massage once again as her tongue continued it's vicious assault on Nicole's erect clit. Matt had just reached around her body to finger her clit when his eyes met Nicole's. They simply stared at each other, each still a little in awe of the wonderful situation. Biting her bottom lip, Nicole grabbed the back of her mother's head, holding her firmly right where she wanted her. Nicole came first, forcefully pulling her mother's face deeply into her snatch as she bucked her hips wildly. She kept it up until that final moment when she just couldn't take any more pleasure, then released her grip and pulled back. Donna brought her elbows up onto the couch, leaning into them to brace herself for Matt's now violent thrusts. Still wanting to help, Nicole reached down with both hands to play with her mother's tits. It worked. With her head resting on Nicole's leg, she had a powerful climax. "Nnnngghhh, yeah!" she cried as the initial thrill swept through her body. "Keep going, Baby!" She valiantly held on, moaning in pleasure as her climax kept going in wave after incredible wave, still going, in fact, when Matt finally reached his peak. "Pulling out, Mom," he declared, being careful not to piss her off. "NO!" she yelled, pushing back as hard as she could. Her sudden thrust pushed Matt deeper into her, as deep as he could go, causing her to cum again. "Oh fuck yeah!" she cried. After pumping his seed into his mother, Matt disengaged with a loud plop as Donna sat on her legs and collapsed on Nicole's lap. Moving to the couch, he sat beside his sister, resting his head on her breasts, while she put her arm around him. All of them remained motionless as they struggled to catch their breath. Nicole lovingly stroked her mother's hair while rubbing Matt's back with her other hand. "Thank you," gasped Donna, still breathing hard. "I really needed that." "You're thanking us?" asked an incredulous Matt. He scooted over to let her sit between them. Nicole giggled. "Of course," said Donna, almost fully recovered, laying her head on Nicole's breast, directly where Matt's had been. "This was a tall drink of water after a very long drought." "You could look at it that way," Matt began. "Or you can see it the way I do. You finally let us have you after all these years." "Oh, stop it Matty." She was blushing. Matt picked up a towel, wiped himself off, and handed it to his mother, who handed it to Nicole when she was done. Then he picked up his beer and drained it. The three of them were sitting close. Matt put his arm around his mother's shoulders and touched Nicole, who reached up and held his hand, putting her other hand around Donna's waist. Donna had a hand on the leg on each side of her. They were a contented group. "So what happens now," asked Nicole, something that was on all their minds. "Well, we damn sure can't let your father find out," Donna chuckled. "He'd eat us for lunch." "Fuck him," grated Matt. Nicole and Donna's eyes met, each with a worried look. "After I get through with him, he won't have a leg to stand on." "Let's go to bed," said Donna, hoping to ease the sudden tension. It worked. The three of them spent the night in the king-size bed in the master bedroom. Matt was in the middle. \\\\\\\\ Nicole woke up with a start. Besides the momentary confusion of waking up in a strange place, yesterday's events left her with a feeling of complete disbelief. What a day! She looked over at the graceful beauty of her mother's face, but her eyes were immediately drawn down to her delicately exposed breast. Her mom's tits were so pretty. She knew she'd inherited a pretty nice rack herself, but her nipples were too light. She liked the way Donna's nipples were darker pink, almost brown, and the way they stayed hard all the time like her own. Resisting the temptation to touch it, she decided to go look for Matt, wondering if he had been the one to uncover it. Probably. She smelled bacon, so he must be in the kitchen. After going to her room to brush her teeth and put on some clothes, she went to the kitchen. Matt did a double take when Nicole walked in. This being the first time he could openly look at her without fear of reprimand, he took it all in with pleasure, including her enchanting smile. She was still without a bra in a tight, practically see through yellow tank top, and her blue shorts were those short cotton ones that really highlight the legs and ass. They were probably left over from her days as a cheerleader and she still wore them well. Unaware that she'd taken the time to dress in something she knew he'd like, he simply enjoyed the luxury of looking her all up. She seemed to like it too. "Good morning, Baby," he said, moving toward her. She did likewise. "I love it when you call me that," she cooed as they embraced, kissing for a few minutes, silently, yet tender. Though very titillating, their kissing wasn't a preamble to sex. It was all love. "Why are you all dressed up?" "I have to go home for a few days," he replied. He wasn't looking forward to this conversation, but he had no choice. He couldn't just leave without telling them. "What? Why?" she asked, her face changing from flirt to hurt in an instant. "Because I'm gonna put a stop to this bullshit. I won't stand by and watch him screw Mom over. I have a plan. It's not all planned out, but I have enough to start. And I may have to make some up as I go." "Will you be back before he gets here?" She was crying. "Probably not, but I won't take too long," he replied. "I promise." "Is there anything we can do to help?" she asked. "I thought you'd never ask," he joked. She didn't smile. "There's something I want you to do. You don't have to, but it would sure help." "What?" She was apprehensive. Matt was still holding her when they saw the ferry approaching the dock. After detailing as much of the plan as he could, he desperately wished for more time together. But it had to be now. He felt like a unmitigated prick for what he had asked her to do, and she put up a pretty good fight, but (on her own) she realized that her part of the plan would not only work, but also help dramatically. But she still didn't want to do it. "What about us?" she asked meekly. "What do you mean?" "When this is all over," she began, dabbing her eyes with another tissue, "can we be together?" "You mean sex?" he asked with a smile. Her look told him that she was all business this morning. Heart pounding, he realized what she was really asking. How many girls had he let go? How many times had he fallen in love with a girl, only to realize there was something missing? He didn't realize until just now what the problem had been. Had always been. It wasn't their fault, they just weren't Nicole. He was surprised by the sudden lump in his throat. "Yes," he said, pulling her closer to him. "When this is done, I want to spend the rest of my life trying to make you happy. If you'll let me." This time, their kisses were passionate. They vigorously made out in the final few seconds before his imminent departure. Nicole held on to him tightly, trying desperately to keep him there forever. She was in love. And she knew he was too. She didn't want it to end. "I have to go, Baby," he said, pulling away and grabbing his bag. "I made breakfast for you and Mom and put it on the tray. Why don't you take her breakfast in bed? Then you can tell her I left, but don't tell her what I'm doing." "Okay," she replied. "Can I have sex with her while you're gone?" "Well yeah," he replied. "Why are you asking me?" "Because I won't if it's going to make you mad. I want to be faithful to you." "Go ahead, Baby," he chuckled. "But I get details. And you know where the camera is; why not make me a movie?" "You're so bad!" she giggled, hitting him on the arm, then wrapping her arms around him. "I love you." "I love you more!" he replied. With a final kiss, he left. \\\\\\\\ There was a definite change in the atmosphere when he returned three days later. He went straight upstairs and saw out the window that they were all by the pool. His mother was reading a book while Nicole was swimming. Jack was watching Nicole like a vulture waiting for some creature to finally die. That son of a bitch! The look on both women's faces showed strain and unhappiness. If he had any guilty feelings about what he was about to reveal, they were gone now. His heart went out to his mother when he saw her look at Jack with disgust, then over at Nicole with worry. He changed into his swimsuit. It took him a while to get everything ready, but not too long thanks to the high speed dubbing feature on his recorder. By the time he was done, he was glad he'd spent the extra money, and furious at what he'd found. This would definitely be a day his father would never forget. Matt was ready. Dropping off his new video into the DVD player, he went outside. "Matt!" cried Nicole, making her way to the side of the pool. He jumped in and met her halfway. "Hi, Baby," he said, grabbing her around the waist as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. There was no pretense, no holding back. Before he left, they had exchanged vows, so to speak, and neither were willing to hide it. They'd been suppressed for too long. As they lovingly made out, Nicole was grinding her crotch into his with a passionate fervor, each oblivious to Donna's worry and Jack's comical shock and disbelief. Nicole was the first to realize they were being watched and tried to pull away, but Matt held on tight, changing her mind. Jack finally stepped in. "Hey!" yelled Jack. Matt turned himself and Nicole to face him, putting his arm around her waist, pulling her close. "What the hell are you two doing?" "We haven't seen each other in three days," Matt replied, purposefully misunderstanding. "I missed her." He kissed her again. "No, I mean what the fuck are you doing kissing your sister like that?" replied Jack. His face was reddening, his anger obvious. "Are you mad about me kissing her, or because it's consensual?" asked Matt. "I didn't force her to do anything, as you can see." "Matt," Nicole began. He stopped her with a slight squeeze. "Why don't you and Mom go in and make those cocktails you made the other day, Baby." He kissed her again. "Jack and I will be there in a minute." Jack stood stock-still as he watched the two ladies hurry into the house. He wondered what Matt meant by 'consensual.' Surely he didn't... "What the fuck are you up to, boy?" asked Jack, speaking conversationally, yet still seething. "We're going to go in, have a few drinks, and talk about the recent changes I've made to this family," Matt replied. "I would advise you to cooperate." "You're the one who'd better cooperate," Jack replied. "Unless you want to be thrown out on your ass. Maybe pay your own way through college?" There. That should put things into perspective. He was still in charge. "Mom won't kick me out," Matt said, getting out of the pool. "And she already promised to pay for both of us to go to college. It'll be cheaper since Nicole and I will be living together, and, as you may have noticed, we'll only need a one bedroom house." "The hell you say," Jack replied, still speaking softly. "Your mother doesn't have any money. Your future depends on me, and you're about to throw it all away." "Just wait," he replied, leading the way into the house. "Everything will be made clear. Come on." He didn't wait for Jack. When he entered the house, he could hear Donna and Nicole talking. Both were beside themselves in fear and worry. He winked at them as he got a beer out of the fridge. Then he mouthed 'I love you' to each of them. Jack appeared. "What's your poison, Jack," asked Matt. "You want a beer or one of those girly drinks?" Jack walked past him and got his own beer. Matt laughed. "Let's all get settled and watch this movie." Leading Nicole into the living room, Matt noticed Jack and Donna sitting on opposite ends of the couch. He walked over to the oversized recliner and sat down, pulling Nicole onto his lap, allowing her to squeeze in beside him. He felt her stiffen and could feel his mother's worried eyes on him. "I told you to trust me," he said to Nicole, then to everyone, "ready to watch this movie?" He chuckled when no one answered, then pushed play. "The first part is sort of a highlight reel," he said. "Matty, turn it off," said a flustered Donna, when she saw herself on the screen. She immediately realized when the film was shot. "No, leave it on," said Jack. "This one may be grounds for divorce." "Well, this one isn't," Matt began. "Neither is the next one, for that matter, but the last one? I can't wait for the last one!" The four watched silently as three of them relived the exciting threesome they had experienced on the first night. He had picked and chosen which parts to put on the video and skipped around. When the scene ended, the video went to black, then picked up just after Nicole had brought her mother breakfast in bed. "You three are screwed," grated Jack, standing up. Matt pushed pause. "I'm calling the ferry and I want all of you out of here now!" His voice escalated to a scream as he finished. "Sit down, asshole," Matt said softly. "What you little punk?" Jack bowed up and faced him. "Sit down before I stomp your guts out," he replied calmly. "There's more to watch, then I'm going to make you cry. Don't add insult to injury by getting your ass whipped too." "I'd like to see you try," laughed Jack. But he sat down. Matt pushed play. As soon as she set the breakfast tray on the floor, Nicole stripped off her clothes. Donna, on the other hand, pulled the covers back, waiting for Nicole to join her in the bed. What followed was the sweetest lovemaking session Matt had ever seen. It was without the urgency that he was accustomed to, but more of a gentle, mutual caress that was loving as well as tender. Even as they finished each other off in a satisfying 69, Matt noted that there was a big difference between porn and reality. Donna and Nicole weren't performing for a camera, but making sure to please each other. It was the most excitingly erotic thing Matt had ever witnessed. "You didn't tell me there was a camera in there, too," whispered Nicole. "That's what makes it so great," he replied, pulling her closer. They kissed again. "Matt, that's enough," said Donna. She was crying as Jack looked at her with sneer filled with triumph. "It's ok, Mom," he replied. "This next one will set you free." Jack's sneer changed to worry and back again. The next scene showed Nicole laying in bed. She woke immediately woke up when Jack entered the room and made his way toward her. Pulling the covers over her chest, she sat up and began to talk to him. It soon became obvious that Jack wanted something that Nicole was unwilling to give. It didn't work. He was more than persistent and managed to remove both the covers and Nicole's top. Then she told him to stop. "She told me she had a rape fantasy!" cried Jack, who felt all eyes on him. "We were role playing." "Daddy, I changed my mind," said the Nicole on the screen, trying unsuccessfully to cover up. "Please stop." "I know, Kitten," he replied. "Dad, seriously," she replied. "I'm not playing. I don't want to do this." He hit her. When she fell back on the bed, he pounced. As his body covered hers, he berated her for being a prick tease and that he should show her what happened to little sluts who want to tease. Though short lived, the scene intensified in it's brutality and ended with a sobbing Nicole and a still jeering Jack. Even after he finished, he was still chiding her. "You're screwed, dude," laughed Matt, looking at Jack. "Hey, don't do that." It was too late. As quick as an out of shape turtle, Jack made his way to the DVD player and opened it. Meanwhile, the other three, torn between disbelief and hilarity, watched as he stumbled across the room. Both Nicole and Donna looked at Matt, who was still laughing, but his expression looked a little chagrined. "Wait!" said Matt, still unmoving. Jack snapped the DVD in half with a grin of triumph. "Now why would you do that? That was your copy and if you're going to be that way, I'm not making you another one." Jack went after him. As quick as a flash, Matt met him in the middle and brought his knee into his crotch, sternum, then face. Jack dropped to the floor, still dazed. Matt looked at Donna. "Look Ma," he laughed, "no hands!" He then helped Jack into the recliner as Nicole moved to her mother. They held each other. "Now, I really hope you get stupid again and try something else," Matt began. "But I would advise you to sit still and quietly listen." "This doesn't change anything," grunted Jack. "I can't be prosecuted for anything that happens on this island. And I still have all the money. You lose, Matt." "You really are that stupid aren't you," Matt laughed. "You can't prove that it happened on this island, it's not yours. And you never had any money either. It all belonged to Mr. Richards. But the thing is, he died." He suppressed a laugh when Jack quickly looked at him. "And his will clearly left everything to Mom. Now that he's dead, Mom owns the company, this island, and the $148 million in several different accounts. Actually, I hope you don't mind, Mom, but I put it all into one account to simplify things, and, as soon as you and Nicole sign the card, all three of us can draw out of the account." "Bullshit," grated Jack. "That's illegal!" "Of course it is, but with no next of kin, who's going to press charges? Are you willing to go to prison for both rape and tax evasion? We have a death certificate, a will and testament, and a grave. It's going to be a tough stretch to prove any wrongdoing, and with a rape charge, on your own daughter no less, you're screwed. I'd leave it alone if I was in your shoes. Two copies of this DVD went to Mom's lawyer when I sent it back on the ferry. Well, just the last scene anyway, and he's going to make several copies as well as sending one immediately stateside to put in my safe deposit box." "Mr. Richards already has a will," laughed Jack. "And I'm the only one who knows where it is." "Wrong again. It was in your safe deposit box, but after I got the key out of the safe in the house, it was destroyed. So were any ties you had to Dave Richards, including the bogus life insurance policy. You have no legal leg to stand on, and are now penniless. You are now at Mom's mercy. I'm pretty sure she's still going to give you a divorce, but she might let you keep your job, even though your résumé is a little lackluster." Jack's fury was scary for the women, who were still cowed by him, but Matt took it all in stride. He was having fun actually. He walked over and sat between Donna and Nicole, putting a hand on each leg. They, in turn, each rested a head on his shoulder. "Let's recap," said Matt. "The money is gone, the company and all real estate belongs to Mom, and you face a pretty harsh rape slash tax evasion charge if you try any bullshit. Did I leave anything out?" "Yes," said Donna. "Call the ferry and get off my property. I'll let you keep the house and the job, but if you ever come near me or my kids again, I'll have you put away forever." "Way to go, Mom!" laughed Matt. "You got your balls back!" The three of them stood on the porch and watched the ferry leave. Matt had given him a handful of cash to get back with. While he was gone, Matt had moved all of their belongings into a high-end storage facility anyway, leaving Jack with a mostly empty house and a broken heart. The attorney who had punched him out in the airport and helped Matt pull all of this off was back home, preparing to present Jack with divorce papers. Jack was also allowed to keep the savings account they had built up from his VP income. He wasn't completely broke, but he would struggle. The ferry slowly moved out of sight. "Well now what?" asked Matt, his arms around both of them. "Let's get drunk," said Donna. "Let's fuck!" said Nicole. Donna pulled the string to untie Nicole's top. "Let's do both," she cooed.
Hotel Lust	62,415	4.52	178,045	[ "tease head", "louder closer", "move vibrator", "feel wetter", "chest start", "feel happy", "continue kissing", "girl room", "cock kiss", "start moaning" ]	I wait for him to come, I'm anxious to meet him. I've seen pictures of him and spoken to him on the phone, but meeting him for the first time for sex in a hotel room isn't really my style, or his. I think about him every second for the 15 minutes I sit on the bed alone in the silent hotel room. The only noise I hear is the heavy breathing coming from the room next door, I saw a girl go into that room alone before, I figure she's pleasuring herself and wants to be alone from everyone. Being bisexual and feeling very horny listening to her moans and screams of pleasure I feel like running over there and eating her out and fingering her extremely wet pussy, but I know that if I do I won't have the what I expect to be very pleasuring and powerful sex that I will get from the man that I am dieing to meet at this very second. I keep thinking about him, wanting to suck his big, throbbing cock, deep throating it in my mouth, making it slippery and wet for my pussy with my saliva, teasing him by twirling the tip of my tongue on the head of his cock. While thinking all this I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter, wanting his big, hard and throbbing cock inside my very wet pussy. I can't wait any more, I need something in me. I stand up off the bed and go over to a bag I have prepared for either during or after the amazing sex I hope to have, it has lots of things in it. A dildo, vibrator, kinky beads for which he can put in my pussy and then slowly slide out as he licks around my clit or fucks me hard in the ass. I reach deep inside the bag and find at the bottom a large dick ring, as he has told me his cock is thick when it's hard. I pick up the bag to tip out the rest of the things I have brought for him and me to share for our one night of pleasure. I have 2 dildos, 2 vibrators, beads, porn videos and the dick ring I hope to slide on his warm and throbbing cock with my mouth while giving him great head. While crouching down putting the things back in the bag I leave out the big, blue vibrator I have brought for this evening and take it over with me to the bed. I slowly slide down my g string and lift up my black skirt, I turn on the vibrator and put it in the middle of my big breasts and slowly move it down, rubbing my pussy and making it wetter as I slowly move the vibrator down my soft skin. I feel every vibration from the middle of my breasts to my inner thighs as I continue to rub myself, now rubbing my clit. I move the vibrator closer to my pussy, pushing it against one of my lips firmly as I feel the great vibration from the vibrator. I move the vibrator closer and spread my lips and push in the vibrator, I hold it there for a few seconds as I feel the great vibrations inside my pussy making me moan. I begin to slide it in out and of me, going in deep first, then slowly out. Holding the head of the vibrator almost out of my pussy letting it sit there almost coming out fully as I moan louder and louder, getting nearer and nearer to orgasm as the time goes by. I almost climax when I hear someone walking to my door, I am almost in complete darkness so I do not see the person who is entering. I look at the person and it's clearly a man. He turns around and looks at me and I know it's the man I've been waiting for, he looks at me and then walks over to me. He looks at me, with the vibrator still moving in and out of my very wet pussy and then he looks up at my open mouth, knowing that I was close to orgasm before he walked in. He takes his shirt off and then removes his pants, slowly undoing his belt just to tease me. He slides off his pants, I ask him if he wants some help or if I could do anything for him and he says "No I'll be fine, but I'd love to help you." I watch him, he moves onto the bed and puts his hand on one of my breasts, now circling his finger around my very hard nipple and begins to kiss me. I kiss him back passionately as I have waited for him to come to me for long enough. I continue to move the vibrator in and out of me, getting closer to orgasm every time I slide it out then back in deep again. He looks down at my pussy then looks back up at my face, the light from the lamp on the table beside the bed shines on his face. I notice he's very handsome and I smile at him. He smiles back as he must see clearly what I was doing before he got here. He slides off his underwear and moves closer to me, I lean towards him and start sucking his big, hard cock. I tease the head of his cock for a bit just as I had planned to do. I can tell by the expression on his face that he likes me teasing the head of his cock. I pull the vibrator out of my very wet pussy and turn it off, I then move it near his mouth. He licks the vibrator tasting my juices, he smiles and I know he likes how I taste. I point my eyes to my pussy, he moves his cock out of my mouth and then moves me on top of him, now in a sixty-nine position I continue to suck his warm, hard cock as he starts licking my pussy, he licks slowly up and down my lips and I wonder how he knows that I like that. I get closer to orgasm as he continues to lick my pussy, licking a little faster now. I tease the head of his big cock some more because he is teasing me, flicking my clit continually. I try not to laugh as it tickles my pussy but in a good way that it's making me hornier for him every time he does it. I suck his cock, going slow as he is going slow on my wet pussy. I move my hand off his chest and start massaging his balls softly, I know he feels it because he moved a little when I first grabbed them. I can tell he likes me massaging his balls from the way he's licking faster on my pussy now because he wants to please me as much as I'm pleasing him. I can feel his tongue going in and out of me now, it feels really good. I then feel him stop and then he inserts two fingers deep in me, I start moving my hips in motion with his fingers so he can get his fingers deeper inside me. I then feel him doing the same, thrusting his pelvis so that I can have his cock even further down my throat. I love the feel of his big, smooth cock inside my mouth. We are both in motion with each other, almost in a dancing motion together. I think how amazing this is for the first time being with him, after this I know I'll want to have more of these nights with him, he's amazing. I start to scream and moan as I am very close to orgasm, he knows I'm close and starts fingering me faster, I start sucking on his cock faster also so he can come with me. I know the girl in the next room who I heard having fun before must hear me now, but it doesn't bother me. I continue sucking him and climaxing. I climax and then feel him come inside me, I swallow and lick all his juices off his cock. I love the taste of him. I move off of him, I lie there for a minute and then move over to the floor where the bag is. I get out a red dildo and the dick ring I brought for him. He looks at me and then smiles. I walk back over to the bed and sit next to him, I start kissing him. I then move down, kissing his chest and then licking in circles around his nipples. I softly bite on one of his nipples and he moves a bit, then I look up at him and smile and he smiles back. I then continue kissing his chest and then I start kissing his belly, now circling his belly button with my tongue, I can tell it tickles him there as he moves every few seconds. I then get near his nearly soft cock and start sucking on it, making it wet with my saliva. I feel it go rock hard again, I then grab the dick ring and then slide it just over the head and then flick the head of his cock with my tongue, and I know he likes that. I use my mouth and slide the dick ring further down his rock hard cock. I then move my mouth off his cock and sit on him, moving his cock up and down my lips teasing him before I insert it into my still very wet pussy all the way. I fit every inch of his cock inside me and slowly move myself up and down him, facing him. He moves his hands onto my hips and begins to move me faster up and down him, I start to moan and so does he. I don't know how or why we come together, but it's great. I get closer to orgasm then I stay quiet for a second and listen to him moaning, but I also hear that the girl in the next room has stopped moaning and screaming. I wonder if she's gone or just stopped for a bit. Then I hear someone open the door, slowly turning the handle. Then in comes the girl from the next room, she's in a lacey red bra and g string. I think to myself, she looks hot! I then look over to her, she walks over to me and starts kissing me. For some reason I can't do anything but continue moving myself up and down his cock and kiss her. I don't want to ask any questions, I just want him and her right then and there. I continue kissing her and start moaning louder as I get closer to orgasm. She takes off her g string and I start licking her wet pussy, as I lick her out and he comes I grab the dildo next to me that I had grabbed before. I insert it into her wet, loose pussy. She smiles with pleasure as I move it in and out of her slow, then fast, then slow again just to tease her. I get very close to orgasm and then move myself off him and then lie her down onto the bed and then start flicking my tongue on her clit while moving the dildo in and out of her pussy slowly. I then see him move off the bed out of the corner of my eye and then feel him and the somewhat cold dick ring against my ass. He inserts just the head of his cock at first, and then pushes in all of him inside my tight ass. I'm so hot for them both right now it's an amazing feeling and I feel like I never want the evening to end. I feel his big cock and the dick ring move fast in and out of my ass, I love the feeling of his dick in my ass. I want to lick her pussy and get fucked by him for ever. I continue licking her pussy, I reach my hand out to grab the vibrator I was using earlier and I slide it in all the way and then turn it on. She moans with excitement as I turn it on and it makes goose bumps on her smooth, olive skin. I love the taste of her that I just want to lick her pussy more and more. She tastes sweet and I love it. I hear her come as I come with him fucking me hard in my ass, moving my hips back onto his so he can get his cock in as far as possible. I don't feel him come in my ass so I move his cock out of me and I start stroking his dick as fast as I can and I watch as he comes and shoots his juices all the way across the room. I signal the other girl to come over and lick off his juices with me. I lick the head of his cock then I kiss her and spit his juices from my mouth into hers and he feels me do it and swallows and gives a grin as if to say she likes how he tastes. I continue kissing her, he watches us kissing then he grabs my arm and hers and moves us over to the bed together, he says he wants to watch us together. I give him a look and then nod as if to approve his suggestion. I lie her down onto the bed and then lift her legs up high into the air. I start licking her out and I hear her moaning and screaming for more so I get the dildo on the bed and insert it into her ass. I know she likes it because she screams out "Oh god yes!! More, More!!!" I move the dildo in and out of her ass as I continue to lick her out, god she tastes so wonderful I think to myself. I wonder if she'd like how I taste. I bring her to orgasm once again and then move over her and then put my pussy right on her face, she starts licking me and I love the way she does it. She does it like nobody else that I know. I watch him walk over to me, I can tell he wants to be apart of the pleasure again. So I put my hand on his ass cheeks and move him closer to me and then start sucking on his throbbing cock. I love the taste of both of them. I start moaning as she is licking me, I think to myself, she is so good at this. I continue sucking on his cock so he can come with me. I notice she isn't getting anything, only pleasuring me so I move my fingers down her body to her hips then to her wet pussy. I feel it's not as wet as before so I start rubbing it at first and then I feel it get wetter. I take two of my fingers and insert them into her now, very wet pussy. I start moaning louder as I get closer to orgasm once again and I hear her start to moan, I feel that he has already come as I swallow his juices with his dick still deep in my mouth. I love the feel of her pussy on my fingers, so wet and soft. I go still for a second as I orgasm and then hear he orgasm with me. I love the way she sounds when she orgasms. Such a lovely high yet slightly deep moan she gets when she's excited. When I climax I move myself off her, she gets off the bed and goes to look for her g string, I think to myself, I hope she isn't leaving. Unfortunately she leaves the room, as she leaves she looks back and gives me a smile. Strangely she doesn't look at him, only at me. I feel happy and excited by that, like she only wanted me and not him. He looks over at me as I try not to smile back at her for I may make him think I planned this and never wanted him. So to reassure him, I walk over to him as she walks out the door and closes it and I kiss him passionately. I feel happy when I get a response from him and he kisses me back. We stop kissing and then he looks at me and says "I really should go, I need to get home....This has been great though, I will never forget it." He smiles at me and I smile back. As he gathers his clothes and dresses. I pick up the toys and put them back in the bag. He walks behind me then moves his hand around me and then I see the dick ring in his hand. I look at the dick ring and then I look up at him and I say "Thanks, so could we do this again sometime? With just the two of us?" He looks at me and smiles and says "Sure, that would be great." I smile back at him and then watch him walk out the door. I then go over to the bed to grab the red dildo I had used on her and then put it back in the bag. While I'm kneeling on the bed I notice there is a small piece of paper on the bedside table. Being curious because I know it's not mine, I look at it. It says "I had a great time and I'd love to see you again, you taste wonderful" And then she left her number on it. I was smiling so much I couldn't stop, I was so happy. I woke up then, sweating and hot. I looked around the hotel room thinking where am I? Once I figured out where I was I looked at the time and noticed I'd been sleeping for about an hour and that I'd dreamt the whole thing. I felt somewhat sad because it never happened. But then I felt happy because I'd had such an arousing and powerful dream that I had become wet while dreaming it. Instead of letting it play out like my dream I decided to pick up my things and leave the hotel room and not meet him...or her for that matter. Then I heard a knock at the door...
Don't Go Out in Your Pajamas	74,035	4.58	1,256,363	[ "blond", "athletic ass", "long legs", "pajamas", "exhibitionism", "frustrated", "stranger", "deserted road", "sleeping bag" ]	This story is motivated by Ashson, who has written hundreds of clever one-page stories on Literotica since 2012. My objectives were to capture his style and match his brevity. Unfortunately, I failed on both counts. If you enjoy this story, I heartily recommend reading Ashson. Somewhere there is a town where no women remain a virgin two days beyond their eighteenth birthday. I thought about posting the story under Erotic Couplings, but I knew some readers would object. Instead, I must warn the readers hoping for more coercion that the Nonconsent/Reluctance is very minor. \\\\\* Fashions change with the times. My mother would never think of wearing pajamas in public. I never thought twice about it either. I did it all of the time for quick errands. Hell, half of the women in Walmart were in their PJs. Of course, I'm not talking about the frilly things my mom wears. The PJs I normally wear out are modest flannel outfits. Nice soft, comfortable flannel with a colorful print. My going out PJs had a long sleeve shirt top and full-length pants. It didn't matter to my mom. Every time she saw me headed to the door dressed in my PJs, keys in hand, she recited the same warning. "You'll be sorry you're wearing PJs if you get into an accident." I always laughed and went on my way. Maybe I got too comfortable going out in my PJs. It was the end of summer and I as well as most of my friends was excited about going to college for the first time. I was getting ready to drive to school in three days. I had spent a hot and humid summer evening packing in a house without air conditioning. A cool shower had brought temporary relief from the heat before I collapsed exhausted into bed. I struggled to fall asleep lying on top of the covers with a fan blowing across my scantily clad body. I was sweating even though I was dressed in frilly baby doll pajamas my mom had given me for my birthday. These lightweight PJs consisted of loose fitting little shorts with an elastic waistband and a crop top with a scoop neck and deep cut armholes. The top left my taut midriff bare. Because of the heat, I had skipped any underwear. Even though I was exhausted, I tossed and turned until at least 4 in the morning. It was probably later, but that was the time I saw when I last checked the alarm clock. Thankfully, my parents had promised to let me sleep late. I never even heard them when they got up early and headed off to work. I was in a deep sleep when my cell phone rang. I pulled the pillow over my head and tried to ignore it. The damn thing kept ringing. Have you ever noticed how cute some ring tones sound in the middle of the day, but in the middle of the night they sound more like World War III just started? I ran out of curse words before the ringing finally stopped and I know a lot of curse words. I had learned from the best; my dad was a construction foreman. I barely had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief before the phone started up again. I grabbed my cell phone and noticed that it was my friend Tiffany. I also saw that it was only 7:30 in the bleeding morning. "Tiffany, I sure hope this is important." Tiffany was in tears. She managed to blurt out a plea. "Oh thank God, Amy, you are my last hope. Please, please help me." "OK, take it easy. What's the problem?" "My flight to college leaves in two hours and the shuttle service just called and said their limo had a breakdown. My parents work too far away to come back in time to get me to the airport. Please, please tell me you can take me." "Damn it, Tiffany, two hours is cutting it really close even if we take the short cut." The normal way to the airport goes around the mountains. Unfortunately even in good traffic, it takes close to two and a half hours. If we left now and took the short cut through the mountains, we might make it in an hour and a half. Unfortunately, it is a dirt road much of the way but in the summer it is dusty but passable. There are only a few cabins along the road which mainly serves to provide access to the power lines leading to my hometown. As I talked, I was already slipping my feet into a pair of flip-flops, grabbing my purse and heading to the door. "Tiffany, I'm on my way. Get your luggage to the curb and be ready." OK, I was tired and maybe not thinking straight, but Tiffany is my best friend. I knew she'd do the same thing for me. So there I was heading to the airport wearing a ridiculous pair of pajamas that my mother wouldn't even wear in the privacy of her own bedroom. Well, I wasn't going to Walmart. Hell, I wasn't even planning on getting out of my car. Still, I could hear my mother giving a warning me about going out in my PJs. If she saw these skimpy baby dolls, she would be screaming the warning. Luckily, the air conditioner in my old Detroit hunk of rusty iron still worked. It was even hotter and more humid than the day before. My PJ top was plastered to my ample breasts revealing my pink areolas through the thin material. The clinging fabric did little to hide my nipples that were soon hard from the cold air blasting out of the AC. By the time I got to Tiffany's, I was no longer sweating profusely. I peeled my top away from my skin as I jumped out of the car. "Tiffany, quick! Get your luggage into the trunk." Tiffany and I wasted little time throwing her two large suitcases in the trunk. We would have made an Indy pit crew jealous. We were off with the sound of squealing tires as I peeled away. "Oh my God, thank you, Amy. You've saved my life." Tiffany finished thanking me and giggled when she realized what I was wearing. Of course, she had to say, "I can't believe your mother let you leave the house dressed in skimpy PJs." I glared daggers at Tiffany. "If you recall, it was you who called at the last minute. I didn't have time to dress in more appropriate clothes, let alone grab breakfast. Besides I'm used to going out in my PJs and I have no intention of getting out of the car. Tiffany replied, "Amy, I'm well aware of your carefree habit of bouncing around town in your flannel PJs. But even you have to admit that these PJs go well beyond the bounds of decency. For Pete's sake, I can see your cute pink nipples." With that, Tiffany reached over and tweaked my right nipple. OK, tweak is a poor choice of words. I've always thought my best friend had strong sadistic tendencies. She actually squeezed my cold nipple and twisted it hard, very hard. Maybe she thought it was screwed to my breast and a bit of a twist would allow her to take it to college as a souvenir of our friendship. I shrieked in agony and nearly drove off the road. I cursed a blue streak as I jerked the wheel hard to avoid crashing. "Damn it, Tiffany, that hurt. Are you trying to get us killed?" Tiffany replied, "I couldn't resist those cute little nubs poking against that transparent top. Besides, you need to slow down." "Fine, I'll slow down just as long as you don't complain about missing the plane." Tianna said, "OK, maybe you shouldn't slow down. I just thought you might be in a hurry to get back for a hot date before you leave for college tomorrow." OK, over the last few months we've talked at length about our sex lives or in my case the lack of one. Tiffany has had more luck with boys than I have but still she's not satisfied. On the other hand, technically I'm not a virgin. I had planned to lose my virginity after the senior prom. I'd picked a boy I had known since grade school as the nominated male. Unfortunately, he was a virgin too. We had done some petting, but neither of us had any real experience beyond watching porn videos on Redtube. After the prom, we started out with some serious kissing that led to advanced petting before we got naked in the back of his dad's Buick. I was more than ready to proceed with my deflowering. I should have known where he'd picked up his sexual education when he slapped his erection against my pussy like some Russian porn star. My second clue was his inability to find my vagina. He kept poking around in the top of my slit. I had to grab his penis and guide it to my virginal opening. My partner gave a quick shove that tore my hymen at the same time as he shot his semen into my moist passage. So there he was partially buried in my pussy with a huge grin as if he was the first man on the moon. To top it off he slapped my bare ass and had the nerve to ask if I enjoyed it. What is it with Russian porn stars slapping women on the ass? Well, I didn't enjoy the slap or for that matter the sex either. As far as I was concerned, he was done in more ways than one. I found some excuses to avoid going out with him again. I tried going out with other classmates. I didn't have any trouble finding dates since friends say I'm fairly pretty. I'm a tall, long legged blond with an athletic ass and ample breasts. But every time my date started fumbling around, I froze. I must have ditched a half dozen nincompoops during the summer after high school. I'd cried on Tiffany's shoulder every time. Her advice was to wait until college. Hopefully, one of the upperclassmen would have read the user's manual and might actually be interested in their partner's satisfaction. We also talked about the weather just before we reached the airport. Normally this is a boring subject used to fill time chatting with distant relatives, but today it was a bit more serious. Tiffany saw a weather alert while checking on her flight. You may not believe in climate change, but there is a lot more energy in the atmosphere these days. The result is more extreme weather and the current El Nino is the strongest in history. Locally it has caused more rain, a lot more rain. Today, the heat and humidity had spawned pop up thunderstorms. You know the kind where one hour the radar is clear and the next, all hell breaks loose. Tiffany said, "Oh shit, Amy, there is a strong thunderstorm on the way. My flight should be OK, but maybe you should take shelter in town." I gave Tiffany a dirty look. "Do you really see me waltzing into the Laredo Bar and Grill dressed like this? I'll just stroll in, sit at the bar and order guacamole and a strawberry daiquiri? I think I'll take my chances on the road. This car is a classic piece of Detroit's finest pig iron and it has never let me down. Trust me, I'll be fine." Tiffany said, "Just be careful." We barely made it to the airport in time and I didn't even have to get out of the car. Tiffany yanked out the bags and checked them at the curb. The luggage porter's eyes almost popped out of his head when he caught sight of my partially clad body behind the wheel. I swear he had the nerve to wag his finger at me to admonish me for my choice of clothes. Tiffany yelled out a final thank you and was gone in a cloud of smoke. I wasted no time heading back. Tiffany must have been lucky going through airport security. Just as I reached the foot of the mountains, she texted me that she was on the plane. She said she would text me when she landed in seven hours. I was feeling pretty smug as I drove on a dry road all of the ways up the mountain under clear skies. Maybe I should have paid more attention to my geography lessons. You know the part about the effect of mountains on the weather. I missed the part where the teacher talked about mountains and rain shadows. As soon as I reached the top of the pass, I ran into a strong gust that shook my heavy car. The front of the storm was a dark band between me and my home. I raced down the mountain as the rain started to pelt my windshield. My car was buffed by stronger and stronger gusts. Despite the early hour, the sky got dark as night except for frequent flashes of lightening. The dirt road was quickly turning to slick mud. I swear I slowed down, way down. It was too dark and the road too slippery to drive fast. Of course, I was desperate to reach the safety of my home but honest I was going slow. Despite my caution, my car decided to find its way into a water-filled ditch. Of course, when it decided to go for a swim, it picked a deep pond. I pounded the steering wheel and cursed as the car sank. I couldn't believe my faithful car had let me down. I realized I was in trouble when the car settled and water reached the top of the windshield. The good thing about old cars is that they have manual windows. I rolled my window down and waited for the torrent of incoming water to stop. I crawled out of the window and swam to the surface. I found some branches and dragged myself up the muddy bank. I made it to the side of the road looking like a drowned rat. Muddy water was running from my sopping wet PJs. I'd lost my flip flops kicking my way to the surface. My long blond hair was plastered to my face and mixed with mud and bits of leafs. It was dark and I was stranded on a back country road that in the best of times was lightly traveled. Just to make things worse, my cell phone was still in its mount stuck to the window of my car. I was soaked and getting cold despite how hot it had been earlier. I was vaguely aware that the cooling effect of the wind on a wet body was something I had studied in Physics. The decrease in temperature with altitude was another interesting science fact I could have evaluated. I was beginning to think that science was out to get me. I hugged my shivering body as I tried to comprehend my predicament. A flash of lightning showed a small tree by the side of the road. There were taller trees all around so I hoped it was safe from a lightning strike. It gave me a little shelter from the wind and rain. I huddled at the base of the tree hugging my knees to my chest. My face was so wet, it was hard to notice the tears. I tried to convince myself that someone would come along and rescue me. No one did. I had sat on the muddy ground for ages and I began to realize I could die from the cold. I could feel my brain shutting down, and I had to do something. I staggered to my feet and started doing jumping jacks. I have no idea why I didn't notice the mammoth SUV roll up. The wind was howling and the lightning flashes were coming one on the top of another, but still I should have noticed. Maybe I was in my exercise zone. Maybe I was cold and tired. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the driver laid on his horn. I glared at the stupid Hummer stopped just feet away from where I was exercising. The nerve of this guy. He could have run me over. Of course, I took an instant dislike to the driver before I even saw him. Who in hell needs a vehicle the size of a small house? In my opinion, the bigger the SUV, the more self-absorbed the jerk behind the wheel. None of them can even drive an SUV as demonstrated by how they cut corners. Usually, they are on their cell phones driving erratically right on your tail. Also, the gas mileage is an ecological catastrophe. I was glaring at the car before the driver even managed to lower the window. "I hope I'm not interrupting your exercise routine, but I'm curious how you managed to run all of the way up here barefoot. It must be nearly ten miles to the nearest house." I just stared at the big lunk. I had no idea that they let grizzly bears drive cars. This guy was enormous. I'm fairly tall and this guy was easily three times my size. Maybe that was why he needed a large vehicle. "Hey, get in. I don't have all day. This damn storm has knocked down power lines all over the place and people get angry when they cannot watch their soaps." A lightning flash revealed the words 'Northeast Electric Power' on the door. The grizzly bear opened the door and I staggered into a nice warm cabin. The driver held out a massive hand and said, "I'm Mark. I'm a linesman for Northeast Electric Power." He paused to allow me to reply. When I just sat and stared, he said, "OK, what's your name?" I was shivering pretty hard but managed to stutter, "Amm Amm Ammyyyy." Mark wrapped a large hand around my arm and shook his head, "Damn Amy, I guess my customers will have to wait until we get you dry and warmed up. Why didn't you say you had hypothermia?" Mark put the Hummer in park and led me to the back of the massive vehicle. The rear seats had been replaced by a workshop crammed with electrical parts and tools. I watched while Mark danced around the tight space like an overgrown ballerina tossing things around as if he was possessed. After he had cleared a space, he lowered a large hinged platform holding a rectangular sleeping bag on top of a mattress. Mark unzipped the sleeping bag before he turned back to me. He shook his head and said, "Didn't your mother teach you not to go out in public wearing your PJs?" Mark got no response from me so he said, "Please raise your arms." My brain had shut down from the cold, and I just stood there staring at him, shivering and dripping water on the floor. Mark sighed and raised my hands up to grasp the edge of the sleeping platform. I blinked when he peeled my drenched top over my head. He hung the top on a hook and knelt down at my feet. He skinned my bottoms down to my feet. Mark barely glanced at my bare pussy before saying, "Seriously? Didn't your mother ever tell you to wear underwear when you go out?" He grabbed a towel and gave my trembling body a quick rub down. He scooped me up like I was as light and delicate as a carton of eggs and gently laid me down on the sleeping bag. I felt like I was in a dream as I watched Mark take off his coveralls. He followed up by shedding his tee shirt and boxers. He didn't have an ounce of fat on his muscular body. Luckily, he was nowhere near as hairy as a bear. If he weren't so damn huge, he would be considered handsome. He crawled into the bag with me and zipped it up. I vaguely recalled a first aid lecture on treating hypothermia. It felt strange since I was the patient. I felt even stranger pressed up against his warm body. Mark said, "I apologize for having to take liberties with your body, but we need to raise your core temperature." It still seemed like Mark was going according to the book when he started rubbing my arms with his big warm paws. When he switched to rubbing my back, I still thought he was going according to the manual. However, I squeaked a protest when he changed to massaging my breasts. Surely, breast fondling was not in the first aid manual. What did he think he was doing? However, compared to Tiffany's attack on my nipple, Mark was very gentle. He silenced my feeble protests by kissing me. My core temperature was rising as he continued kissing me hard while caressing my cold breasts. His warm hands abandoned my tender breasts and trailed down my stomach. His hands traced the outside of my hips down to my thighs. He proceeded to vigorously rub my legs. My body heat rose sharply when he rubbed the inside of my thighs. His expert treatment had the desired effect. The fog overwhelming my brain was lifting. I was becoming intensely aware that I was naked with a strange man in a sleeping bag. When Mark's massive hands began kneading my athletic butt, I protested. "Wait, you can't do that. I don't even know who you are." "I'm Mark. I introduced myself earlier." OK, I thought, it's Mark. Wait who the hell is Mark? All I knew was that Mark was a large, warm body and his hot hands were dancing all over my naked body. I squealed when one of his hands moved to cup my mound. He had my most private parts sandwiched between his large hands and both of them were moving at once. He was kneading my ass cheeks and stroking my pussy at the same time. I gasped every time his fingertips brushed across my clit. I was definitely sure that Mark's mouth sucking on my nipples was not in any first aid manual. "Uh Mark, I really think I'm warm enough now." "Sorry, but I can still feel a few cold spots and your core has a long way to go before it reaches the desired temperature." With that, Mark eased a huge finger into my vagina. I cursed as my body jerked upwards. That was definitely the wrong move since it forced his finger even deeper. Mark pulled his lips from my nipple for an instant and said, "It's a good thing I came along when I did. I've never observed such a low core temperature." Mark's repeatedly slipped his finger into my moist vagina while his thumb caressed my clit. I moaned as his finger caressed places that had never been touched. I felt something hard pressing against my taut abdomen. I lowered my hand to push it away. I gasped when my hand closed around an object about as large as the handle of my field hockey stick. Surely it couldn't be his penis. Mark groaned when I squeezed. Oh God, it was. Mark responded by flicking his thumb across my clit. I squealed, "Mark, I can't take anymore." I'm not sure he understood. He just said, "OK." He pulled his finger from my wet vagina and moved his massive body between my thighs. My hand was holding his erection at the perfect angle for him to press the tip of his penis between my swollen pussy lips. His hand on my ass pulled me toward him and his penis glided into my vagina. His tongue was roaming around in my mouth as he kissed me passionately. He still had fingers rubbing my clit. I surrendered to his multifront assault and my body quivered with a warm orgasm when he was barely inside of me. I stared up at his smiling face as Mark waited for me to recover. I lay there with my chest heaving as I gasped for air. This was so different from my disastrous prom night. I'd just had an orgasm and Mark was still hard. Also, he had only penetrated the first inches of my vagina. I had no idea what to expect next. Mark whispered, "Ready?" All I could do was nod as I wondered, 'Ready for what?' Mark pushed forward a little before pulling almost entirely out. I thought maybe he had already come and was pulling out. I uttered a curse and yelled, "No!" Mark laughed and pushed forward so slowly I didn't realize he was moving at first. He gained another inch before withdrawing again. I don't know he managed such control. My body was trembling and I wasn't even doing any of the work. I could feel every inch of his erection as it slowly sank into my molten core. I gave a sigh of relief when Mark finally sank completely into my vagina. I was intensely aware of how much he was filling me. He paused for a moment to move his hand from my ass to my breast. He distracted me by rolling my nipple between his fingers. Again I missed when he started moving. Over and over, he slid his warm penis into my core. My pussy felt delightfully full, but I needed more. I moved my hips to meet his slow thrusts. I cursed him for tormenting me and begged, "Please, Mark, Oh God, please go faster, please." Mark laughed harder and picked up the pace. I could feel another climax building as I bucked against his hard body. Mark bit my nipple and I exploded with my second orgasm of the night. Again he waited for me to recover. I couldn't believe Mark was still hard. If anything, he was harder than ever. Mark whispered, "My turn." Oh, indeed it was his turn. Any thoughts I had that Mark was too big to move fast were squashed. Mark pounded into my soft flesh. I wrapped my feet around his ass and hung on for dear life. I'm an athlete and pride myself on my stamina, but I still struggled to keep up. I was thrusting my hips wildly as I fought to match his reckless pace. I thought that the sleeping platform would collapse as it protested our abuse with metallic screeches. Mark's therapy was a success. My body was on fire and sweat was flying as we slammed our bodies together. I lost track of time and it seemed forever before Mark shouted, "OK, now!" What he meant by now was that he increased his speed and he expected me to keep up. I was gasping for air and amused that my body was building to another orgasm. I shrieked another curse as my pussy quivered and clamped down on his penis. Mark howled and shot his seed into my hot passage. We lay there trembling in each other's arms until I fell asleep. Occasionally, I was aware that the SUV was moving, but I would fall back asleep. Sometimes Mark accidently woke me up when he searched for a part he needed to repair the power line. When he saw me stir, he would kiss me and tell me to go back to sleep. Sometime the next morning he shook me awake. The sun was shining and we were parked in front of my home. "How did you know where to take me?" "Easy, your parents reported you missing." Mark gave me a tee shirt to cover my naked body. It must have been a size XXL. It almost came down to my knees. He gave me a kiss before helping me out of his Hummer. My parents came running out of the door and only let Mark go after repeated thanks. Mark said he had more lines to repair and drove off. My parents took me to Urgent Care. I was fine except for a couple of small cuts. The next day my dad had to drive me the two hours to college. My first week in college was exciting with new roommates, new classes, and new surroundings. Unfortunately, it was the same old me. A couple of guys hit on me, but I backed off both times. Come Friday all of my roommates had dates. It looked like I was doomed to spending the night in the dorm. I cried when I realized I might never have a date. After my last class, I headed back to my dorm. I tried to convince myself that Taco Friday and a good book would be better than a date. Someone shouted when I walked past the mail room. There was a package. I was hoping it was cookies from my mother, but the box was too light. The return address was unknown to me. I opened it in my room. My baby doll PJs were inside nicely cleaned and folded. There was a note. It said, 'I'd like you to wear these to dinner. I can pick you up around 630.' It was signed Mark. There was also a phone number and the statement that I could text him with any questions. I stared at the note for a minute before texting him on my new cell phone. 'How did you find me?' 'Your mom gave me your address. I was happy to see you are attending my old college and are just a couple of miles away from my house.' 'Thanks for sending my PJs, but I'm not wearing PJs in public ever again. I've learned my lesson.' A few minutes later, Mark replied. 'Glad to hear you learned a valuable lesson, but I don't want you to wear the PJs in public. I plan on cooking you dinner at my place. After dinner, we can drink some wine and talk for a while. I'd like to find out where you learned to curse like a linesman.' 'What are your plans after talking?' 'I plan on ravishing you.' I laughed and texted back, 'WTF, only once?'
Bedtime Story 02	62,443	4.52	609,830	[ "female audio", "female voice", "anal", "high heels", "pantyhose", "skirt", "spank", "punishmens", "butt plug" ]	You get cheered up after being called into work Saturday.
Frank Devaroux, P.I. Case File 01	22,055	4.79	334,830	[ "bondage", "detective", "mystery", "submissive", "slave" ]	Copyright 2007 by Otto26 \* My problem, as I see it, is that I'm the wrong sort of asshole. I don't enjoy beating women, I just annoy them. If you beat them, then you're passionate, misunderstood, even masterful. If you annoy them... you're just a jerk. I dwell on this, but you could probably care less. If you're like most Americans you're simply going to lump me into that collection of oddballs that you think of as 'the strange people'. I find it offensive to be lumped into the same group as Jehovah's Witnesses, and I'm sure they feel the same way about me, but go ahead; I'm used to it. In fact, I'm one of the guys the 'strange people' lump into the category of 'weird'. I'm the laughing stock of my local munch. Oh, that's right; you don't know the 'strange person' argot. A munch is short for a burger munch and that is the proper, and original, term for a gathering of people in the bondage, dominance and sado-masochism lifestyle. Take a minute to add leather to your mental label for me. Go ahead, I'll wait. You're wrong though. Not everyone into BDSM, the lifestyle we call it, is a leather clad freak. A lot of us, I'll grant you, but not all of us. Not me. Which is another reason I'm considered fringe even by the fringe. The only reason I even bother going to the local munch is because I still know how to hope. I hope that I'll encounter someone who's sexually aroused by being ordered around. Someone who doesn't smoke. Someone who doesn't have debilitating emotional issues. Someone who doesn't weigh three hundred plus pounds. Yeah, add shallow to the label. Anyone who tells you that looks don't matter is blind, lying, or about to physically expire of terminal lack-a-nookie. Looks matter. So I go to the munch and I look, and I try not to see the sniggering and muted conversations. Munches vary in tone. It's all to do with the people involved. The Denver munch is mostly well-educated and well-employed, so the only difference between one of our gatherings and a meeting of your local Rotary club is... well, damned if I know. The tone is set by the group leaders, generally the folks who have been around the longest. So while someone might show up in a leather bustier, six inch spike heels, and obvious multiple piercings, they quickly look around to see what their peers are wearing and conform. Yep, even freaks experience peer pressure. Mostly people dress casually, blue jeans, dresses, skirts and blouses, clean sneakers, and even the occasional suit. It's really very relaxed. People drift in and stake out some tables, they order food and drinks, they talk, they socialize, they introduce new people to old people, and they discreetly share a look at the occasional specialty catalog. Relaxed. I mostly sit by myself and drink tea. Decaffeinated tea because caffeine gives me splitting headaches. By myself because, by this point, people don't even introduce me to the new folks. I'm the weirdo. 'He's rabidly heterosexual and he doesn't like hitting women. You'd do much better with....' Fuck 'em. It hurts but so does a lot of life. I tell you this so you can understand why I was surprised when Daria sat down across from me. Daria's not her real name. Let me re-phrase that, Daria's not the name she was given when she was born and it's not the name that appears on her driver's license. But Daria's her real name in the sense that it's the only one she'll answer to because it's the name her master gave her. Don't worry about understanding everything, just keep up with me and let the otherness sort of wash over you. Like a golden shower. Sorry, couldn't resist. When I thought about it, I was surprised to see Daria at the munch at all. The munch was a place for people to socialize outside of the lifestyle and Ronnie and his harem weren't really capable of getting outside the lifestyle. Come to that, I couldn't recall ever seeing one of Ronnie's subs at a gathering where Ronnie wasn't. Ronald was a controlling prick. Women mistook his misogyny, control freak attitude and lack of social skills for a commanding air and they flocked to him. He had to beat them off with a stick, which he loved. I took another sip of the tea and waited. Remember that I'm the wrong sort of asshole? Daria wanted to talk to me, but the discipline she's under prohibits her from speaking to a master or mistress unless spoken to first. I should have respected that discipline as a courtesy to her master, but I didn't. In case you haven't been paying attention, I don't much like Ronnie. And he'd been clear and vocal about his disdain for me. So fuck him. Fuck her. I let her sit there and make eye contact with the table while I waited for her to decide which was more important, Ronnie's discipline or her need to talk to me. It was torture for her. I enjoyed it. "May I speak, sir?" she finally asked. "Yes," I replied. Admit it, you thought I'd say something like 'Apparently' or 'You just did'. I'm a jerk, I'm not a complete juvenile though. "I can't find Master. I haven't seen him in over a week and he's not returning my phone calls." I shrugged. "Ronnie's not exactly known for letting his submissives down easily," I pointed out. "I can't really help you with your love tiff." "No one has seen him for a week," she amplified. "He was supposed to have a session with Maia on Thursday and he didn't leave the key for her, sir. I tried calling his work number and got the answering machine. Can you find him for me, sir?" "One hundred dollars per hour, two hour minimum, plus expenses which will amount to a least another hundred dollars. I don't promise any results." I almost put my prices up enough to put her off. Almost. Work is work and I can't really afford to be too choosy about who I work for, even if I was going to be working for a 'slave'. "Lifestyle discount?" she asked tentatively. See? No more 'sir'. She's the employer and I'm the employee. I managed not to laugh out loud but it showed on my face. She colored a little, embarrassed, and pulled some money out of her purse. She counted out three hundred dollars in grubby tens and twenties and put them on the table. I counted them and put them away and then put my notebook and pen on the table in front of her. "Ronnie's home address and a list of all the submissives he worked with," I instructed her. Normally I'd have asked about enemies, but with Ronnie we might be talking all week. Besides, this was typical Ronnie-ending-a-relationship crap. I'd find out he'd gone to Vegas for a week, or something like that, while he waited for the subs he'd chosen to dispose of to get the message. "And give me your home info," I told her. "I'll send you the contract." "Could you go ahead and start looking today?" she asked. "Please, sir?" Now I'm 'sir' again. I considered making her beg. I'd enjoy that. She'd enjoy that. But this was the munch; in public. Discreet is the term that applies and the group leaders get very unhappy with people who make the vanillas squirm. The only nice thing about being fringe is that you aren't actually an outcast. It's hard to find the kind of women I like in vanilla circles. Well, outside of the fundamentalist religious groups, and they don't believe in oral sex so I'm not having anything to do with them. "Sure. I'm not doing anything this afternoon." \\\* Ronnie lived in one of those dilapidated Denver Squares between Colfax and 13th. I'd bet a lot of money I don't have that Ronnie thought it made him look grand and eccentric; I thought it looked like a hill-billy meth house. The mailbox on the front porch was stuffed and I took a little look through it. He had the usual assortment of junk mail, including the usual assortment of junk mail that only life-stylists receive, and a bunch of bills. Nothing really leapt out at me so I just stuffed it back into the mailbox and rang the doorbell a few times. I was certain that the full mailbox was just Ronnie being Ronnie, but in any missing person case finding an overflowing mailbox isn't a good sign. Neither is an unanswered doorbell. So I did a walk around of the house and kept my eyes open. No one noticed me or, if they did, said anything to me about it. I didn't see any signs of forced entry or any convenient open windows or doors. I did notice what looked like an enormous doggie-door. It took me a minute to connect that with the doghouse and chain-link kennel in the back yard and then translate the idea into lifestyle-ese. He'd been treating submissives like pets; making them sleep in the kennel, crawl through the doggie-door, and stuff of that nature. Not my kink, but I know a few people on either side of the collar that enjoy that sort of thing. It gave me an idea though. It was locked, of course, but people who put fifty dollar locks on their doors put ten dollar locks on their doggie-doors. Picking it was pretty easy. Feeling a little repulsed, I crawled through and into the house. Bodies stink. No way around that. I've seen bodies in all sorts of conditions and none of them is good. Old is, perhaps, my least favorite. And there was an old body in that house. If you ever find yourself in this situation here's what you do. First, go outside to throw up. Second, call the police. I didn't do either of those. I didn't do the first because I'm mostly past that reaction and I didn't do the second because I'm nosy. Okay, maybe because I could also close out the case if I positively identified Ronnie, but nosy is still accurate. He was downstairs in his dungeon. There's a lot of discussion about the merits of dungeons. Submissives tend to love them; they make the fantasy real. Dominants know that they're expensive to set up and take a lot of work to maintain. Because he'd apparently been too cheap to spend money on things like a floor and lights, Ronnie had the most realistic dungeon I'd ever seen. It was damp. It was dark. There were rats. It was perversely perfect and I don't mind admitting that it was disquieting. It looked like the kind of place a serial killer would torture and dismember his victims. Thanks to Ronnie it smelled like that too. At least, I think it was Ronnie. I couldn't positively identify him. The son of a bitch habitually strutted around at shows half-naked, but any tattoos I might have used to identify him were hidden behind bloated black flesh or covered by the damage. There was enough genitalia left to identify the person as a he, but that was about it. Someone had done a real nasty on this guy. He'd been crucified, to begin with; his arms and shoulders tied to a pipe and his body left to dangle. But after that... I've seen some hard playing that turned my stomach and it looked like every single one of those techniques had been used on this guy. There were electrical wires dangling from his anus, for crying out loud. It was bad. And the zippered vinyl hood on the guy's head prevented me from making my identification. So I called the police... from outside the house, and I waited around until they showed up. And then I waited around to walk them through my actions. And then I waited around until a detective deigned to take my statement. And then I waited around while he blustered about arresting me for breaking and entering and tried to get me to confess to the killing or at least to ransacking the house. That's the way it goes. The thing is, though, that the police in Denver are really pretty decent and I get along well with them. I won't claim that they like me, because they don't, but I always play it straight with them. They teach that when you take your certification classes; always cooperate with the police. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, we've all seen detective shows on TV. But I always do. You've got to. If I held back on some information and someone else got hurt, well I'd be morally complicit in that, wouldn't I? Yes, I would. Besides, when I identified a couple of puzzling items for them during the walk-through, it scored me a consulting gig. Those pay for shit, you're getting what's left over in the budget after the civil servants have been paid, but it's all about building a network of connections. And I'd never worked with Detective Garza before. She was attractive and all tightly coiffed business. I'm sure she, and most of the world, saw her appearance as being professional, but I could look at it as being disciplined. I'm inclined to that. So I worked hard at not getting hard. "So explain this to me," she demanded. We were in the basement of the house and she was gesturing at the body, now lit by several lights. A crime scene investigator was standing by with a video camera. "Okay, class. Welcome to Bondage 101: How Not To Do It. What we have here is an extreme example of sadism gone bad. Based on the amount of damage that was done to this body I would speculate that this was done with the intention of causing severe pain beyond that usually encountered in alternative sexual playing. In plain terms, someone set out to hurt this motherfucker. I don't think this is just a case of someone accidentally dying during an intense scene." I pointed to the pipe. "Crucifixion position of the body without the presence of any support for the feet. That alone would have been enough to kill the guy in a few hours, at most. The position places the weight of the body on the limbs and collapses the chest cavity. This makes it very hard to breathe and suffocation eventually follows. It's hard to tell with the mask in place, but I think this little bulge by the mouth means that he was ball-gagged. That means he was breathing through his nose. Absolutely terrifying given his body position." "You'll have to check the anus during the autopsy, but I think you'll find an electrode of some sort up there. That... I've heard of people playing with electricity, but I've never met anyone who actually did it. That's just pure torture." "As opposed to a friendly beating," Garza said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. "As opposed to a friendly beating," I echoed. "Look, this probably looks like Satan-worshipping to you, but you've got to put aside snap value judgments if you want to understand. Disapprove if you want to, but understand what it is that you're disapproving of. Take beating. Not my scene, but if you look at studies you'll find the line between pleasure and pain doesn't really exist. The standard person has two places in the brain where pleasure and pain are perceived. They're right next to each other and they share some of the same space. So if you use a mix of pleasure and pain you can stimulate more of the brain and make for a really intense experience. And that's just one of the physiological systems involved. There's more. This, on the other hand, is over the line by any standard. Giving someone electroshocks while they're crucified and gagged? Torture, plain and simple." "And look at the marks on the body. I've seen people beaten until they bled, but this... this was crippling. This kind of beating sends you to the emergency room in an ambulance. It's criminal. The safety pins through the nipples? Not so very deviant in some circles, even the weights that have been attached aren't unheard of. But through the testicles? Remarkably extreme. Don't get me wrong, this could be a scene gone wrong. I mean, people have had themselves castrated during scenes and sexual drives can be very powerful, but I'm ninety-nine point nine nine nine percent sure that this was a deliberate killing because ninety-nine point nine nine nine percent of the community would be horrified by this." "Besides," I continued, "I don't think this was Ronnie's style. He always presented himself as a hard-core dominant. I don't think he had a submissive bone in his body. I could be wrong, of course. Sometimes the hard-core guys are the ones that want a woman to pee on them but... not Ronnie. You'll have to talk to his submissives; they'll know more about him. You might want to hold off on announcing Ronnie's death, by the way. A lot of submissives keep their activities quiet and if you announce the death and murder investigation of their dominant they're going to make themselves scarce." "You have contact information for the woman that hired you, right?" Detective Garza asked. I nodded. "I've also got contact information for all the submissives she knew about. A couple of them are just names, though." "Okay, we'll get back to that," she said. "Tell me more about this... equipment." "Right. Okay, he's wearing a vinyl zipper mask. Pretty standard with the leather and latex crowd. People have different sized heads, but Ronnie's not a particularly big guy. This mask could fit just about anyone so I think it's part of his equipment." "The bar is pretty secure and it's got multiple eye-bolts securing it to the joists. Part of his dungeon. Let's take a look here... Single strand whip. Flogger. Ping-pong paddle..." "Ping-pong paddle?" Garza asked. I mimed swatting someone on the rear with one and she grimaced. "Yeah, I feel the same way," I told her. "I thought you were into this stuff." "I'm into women that like to be ordered around and, occasionally, tied up. Violence and pain leave me soft. Which makes me weird amongst the weird. This is interesting," I said and squatted down next to something... yeah, interesting. "A branding iron," I told her. "I don't recall ever seeing brands on any of Ronnie's girls." "Maybe he put them someplace that's covered up in public?" the cameraman suggested. "You haven't been to one of our private gatherings," I replied with a shake of my head. "Believe me, I've seen every inch of a couple of Ronnie's girls. Besides, it would have been a very bad idea for Ronnie to brand anyone. He wasn't a long-term relationship kind of person and permanent body modification is a serious commitment. This is unusual and if I was you, I'd pay extra attention to this." We spent the next two hours poking around Ronnie's home. Occasionally they'd want me to identify something, more often I'd point out some everyday item that could be put to other uses. The cameraman was convinced I was a freak, which was just great. Guilt by association. By the time he got through his third beer at the local he'd be describing Ronnie's house and dropping my name. That kind of crap wasn't worth the fifteen dollars an hour the department would grudgingly and eventually pay me. "Show me the list," Garza said as the cameraman trundled off to slander me to his drinking buddies. I pulled out the list and she started copying down the names. Copying down. I liked that. Most of the police I've dealt with would have just taken the list. It's not as if I particularly needed it anymore since I'd done the job I'd been hired to do, but copying it down was courteous. Maybe that's why I offered to help her out a little. "Tell you what, I can run down a couple of these names for you; see if I can find an address or phone number for them." "That would be helpful, but I can't promise you'd get paid," she said carefully. I shrugged. "I'll do four hours worth of work and see what I come up with. You can cover sixty dollars for my time if it turns up a couple of names." "I can probably do that. No names, no money though." "Fair enough." "What do you think?" she asked me. "A lot of people didn't like him," I said. "But the way he was killed... I think it was personal and I think it was someone he played with. I think the name of the killer is somewhere on that list." She smiled at me. "Yeah, that's what I think. Here's my card. Call me if you find anything on those names." On the other hand, maybe \that's\ why I offered. I tucked her card in my wallet and drove home. \\\\ The message on my machine was brief, curt even; Regina told me to meet her at the Sushi Den at eight o'clock. There wasn't any 'or-else' because there didn't need to be; Regina was one of the group leaders. A very senior group leader as it happened and she could tell someone to meet her at a time and place and expect it to happen. I didn't have to go, of course. The only thing that could possibly happen was that people in my particular sub-culture would stop associating with me. No death threats, no financial repercussions, no risqué photographs sent to the papers or published on the internet. Just the unspoken possibility of becoming an outcast. I took a shower and wrote up my investigation results before heading down to the Den. I'm not big on sushi. Fish, to begin with, just doesn't taste that good to me and Colorado is a landlocked state. Sure, they fly it in fresh, but still. And the things on the menu that I like to eat, such as the tamago, come in huge unwieldy portions that chopstick amateurs have a hard time with. Regina isn't her real name, of course. Just about everyone has an alias, a nom-de-lifestyle, and hers was particularly apt. Regina didn't look like the Queen, but she acted like one. She liked men who liked to be treated like little boys and she'd been in the lifestyle from back when you ran a serious risk of being arrested if the authorities found out about your little games. Regina must have been pushing seventy and the men still flocked around her. She was usually accompanied by at least one. But not tonight. I knew I was in for a talking to when I saw she was by herself. Meeting me alone meant that she could dress me down without a submissive around. Frankly, I was surprised by the courtesy. "Hello, Regina." "Franklin, my dear boy, thank you for coming to see me," she replied. "Please, have a seat. Would you like something? A little toro, perhaps?" "Thank you, Regina, a bowl of miso would be fine." A waiter I hadn't heard approaching said "Hai" and walked away. I set my report down on the table next to me. "What's that, Franklin?" "My report to Daria," I said. "She hired me to find Ronnie and I did." She ate a piece of sushi, liberally smeared with wasabi, carefully chewing and swallowing all of it before speaking again. "I heard that. May I have a copy?" "Of course not," I said carefully, "that would be a violation of my client's privacy and I could lose my license." She gave me a cold and very calculating look before picking up the report and reading it. She must have read it twice because it was only two pages long and I had time to start in on my soup before she set it back down in front of me and gave me that calculating look again. "How was he killed, Franklin?" "I can't talk about that, Regina. It's probably going to turn into a murder investigation and I'm consulting for the police." She nodded her head slowly. "Yes, I'd heard that too. Off the record, was it bad?" I considered my words and chose carefully. "It was a scene from hell, Regina." She sighed. "A few of us have talked about this. We don't need negative publicity like this. Help the police, Franklin. Help them find out who killed Ronald so we can get off the front page as quickly as possible. And keep them away from us as much as possible. The last thing we need is police investigations." "Come on, Regina, we're not the god-damned mafia." Her lips pursed tightly and, too late, I remembered that Regina didn't like swearing. If I was one of her boys I'd be bound for a session with the flogger. But I wasn't. I was polite, though. "Sorry, I forgot about your dislike for swearing. But, Regina, we don't have anything to hide." "People tolerate us, Franklin, so long as we don't make waves. This is a wave. No, this is a tsunami. People will be upset and they'll ask other people to make life difficult for the freaks. Publicity and public disapproval will drive people away from the lifestyle. Shy secretaries don't like the thought that mommy and daddy might find out about their dirty little secret on the front page of the Post." I winced a little at that; Sheryl had been a secretary. Regina proved her words were carefully chosen by following up. "When was the last time you got to play, Franklin?" Months. Sheryl had decided to move on to harder pastures and I'd been without since then. "Keep them away how, Regina?" "Help them close this episode quickly. Thank you for coming, Franklin. Don't worry about the bill, it's my treat." \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Daria lived out in Aurora. Aurora used to be the town outside the gates of the military base. When the base closed, the town suffered. It was getting better, but anytime the news reported a killing odds were that Aurora was where it had happened. It's nothing compared to big city crime, of course, but in Denver it would pass for a bad neighborhood. The security door of the apartment was broken, so I just walked up to Daria's floor and knocked on the door. "Who is it?" came the muffled reply from behind the door. "It's Frank, Daria. I found Ronnie." She was smart enough to have chains on the door and it took her a minute to let me in. I walked into the apartment and took a look around while Daria secured the door behind me. It was an efficiency apartment, which is a nice of way of saying it was a large room. Not all that large, really. A mattress in the corner was apparently Daria's bed. A fairly nice computer set-up was on the floor against the wall opposite the bed. The kitchen had originally been separated from the living area by a counter, but that had been ripped out. The bathroom was separated from the kitchen by a low wall. A really low wall, only about two feet high. Except for a closet that was closed, that was everything. Everything but the cameras. They were all over the place. Web-cams mounted on the ceiling in every corner, another one on the computer and, I walked over and looked, one above the shower. I turned around to ask Daria about this and saw her for the first time. This wasn't the munch. Daria was wearing leather cuffs at her wrists and ankles and a choke-chain around her throat. Nothing else. I could tell this because she was kneeling on the floor in front of me with her legs spread. It's a common display position for a submissive to be put in; I'd seen this before. Except for the downcast face it was something I liked. I didn't want to be a jerk this time. Not with the news I was bringing. "You may speak, Daria." "Thank you, sir," she replied, eyes still fixed on the floor. "You said you'd found Master?" I sighed. "I think I found him, Daria. I'm going to have to wait for the coroner to make an identification, but I'm pretty sure it's him. He's dead, Daria. I'm sorry to have to tell you this." I had expected her to cry, but I hadn't expected her to do so silently. Her body shook with silent sobs and it took me a minute to realize she was trying to stay in discipline. That shocked me. I couldn't really conceive of someone that far into the fantasy. Then I remembered the web cams and started putting a few ideas together. Walking over to Daria I squatted down next to her. "Your Master is gone, Daria. I order you to take the next ten minutes to grieve." The floodgates opened up then. She wailed and sobbed like the women's chorus at an Arabian funeral. I just held her for considerably more than the ten minutes I'd 'allowed' her. It is one of life's gifts, however, that there is only so much crying you can do; so she eventually stopped. Of course I'm firmly of the belief that once you solve a problem, two more will crop up. Daria did not disappoint. "What do I do now, sir?" she sniffled. 'Well how the hell should I know?' I thought. I was annoyed with her because I don't particularly like clingy, helpless women. Daria was proving to be one of those women in a big way. Such a big way, in fact, that I was a little bit worried about her. "Let's talk about that, Daria," I said, more as a way to stall for time than anything else. "Is there someplace I can sit comfortably here?" "M-master keeps... kept a chair in the closet, sir. But I don't have the key to it." "Would you like me to open the door, Daria?" What little I could see of her down turned face suggested she was shocked by the question. I was growing more convinced that Daria had been broken, that decision-making capability had been beaten out of her. "Daria, your Master is gone and, at least for a little while, you're going to have to make some decisions for yourself," I said gently. "Tell me what to do, sir," she whispered. "Please." I decided to switch tactics. "I just did you inattentive bint. Is this how your Master disciplined you? To leave a dominant standing and uncomfortable due to your poor manners?" She cringed under the lash of my softly spoken words and then threw herself forward, head to my feet. "Forgive me, sir. Please forgive me. Will you open the closet and make yourself comfortable?" I extracted myself from her prostration and picked the lock on the closet. Deadbolts are hard and it took me several minutes even with the electric rake. I'm a licensed locksmith, though not a very good one, so it was all legal. She'd asked, I'd complied; hell, she was already paying me for my services. The closet was a pervert's dream come true. Floggers, chains, and toys of all sorts. There was a camp chair which I pulled out and sat down on. "This is a nice set-up you have here, Daria. How much does your website clear in a month?" "Oh, it's not my website, sir. Or my apartment for that matter. Master allows me to live here and earn my keep." 'Oh, shit,' was the thought that ran through my head. I'd known Ronnie was a sleaze, but this... "Do the cameras have sound capability, Daria?" "Yes, sir. But the sound is turned off right now. I'm only allowed to turn the pick-ups on when Master comes over or when one of his friends visits." Honestly, I was torn between hating Daria for being so stupid and feeling sorry for her that she'd been so badly victimized. I settled for hating Ronnie. And at least I hadn't blurted out the fact of Ronnie's death on the internet. "Do you have any friends or family you can call, Daria?" Please, God, let her have friends and family. "Not really, sir," she replied, slowly shaking her head. "Master didn't permit me to have many outside contacts." She went on to justify Ronnie's controlling behavior, but I was too busy seething to listen. Ronnie's behavior was out and out abusive. Yes, the healed scars on Daria's body showed that she enjoyed abuse, but... Damn it! It's hard to quantify but there's a line between abuse and... well, abuse. I realized that Daria had gone quiet. "Do you have food, Daria?" "Not really, sir. Master always brought the food I was permitted to eat and I'm almost out." I took my report, and my bill, out of a pocket and dropped them on the floor. Then I pulled out two hundred of the money she'd given me and dropped that on top of the report. "You paid me for two hours of work and my expenses. I was able to finish my work in about half an hour and my expenses were slight. This two hundred dollars is your money. I want you to use it to buy some groceries. Today or tomorrow you're going to have a lot of visitors. The police are going to want to ask you questions about Ronnie. I'm going to talk to someone about getting you a lawyer for when you talk to the police. I also want you to talk to a friend of mine who will help you sort out your choices now that your master is gone." It wasn't much, it wasn't even everything I could do. But it was a start. I got the website address from her but I left the computer equipment alone; tech's not really my thing. The chair went back into the closet and I locked that up, after I'd taken a look in the kitchen to be certain there weren't any knives or anything else that Daria might be able to use to hurt herself. I found the building supervisor's apartment down on the first floor. He was a very heavy, very short Hispanic man. "Apartment 4F," I said, holding up a twenty dollar bill. "Who pays for it?" He shrugged. "It's all done on computers. Skylark Entertainment or something like that. They make sex films, I think. They keep their actresses in the apartment during filming." That was interesting. "Actresses? How many women have lived there?" He looked meaningfully at the twenty so I handed it over. "Six, seven," he said. "This one's been there for a month." "Gracias." Six or seven. That was both interesting and disturbing. I walked out into the parking lot and dialed a number on my phone. "Regina?" "Is that you, Franklin?" "Yes. I just talked with Daria and gave her the news about Ronnie. She's worse off than he is. He's got her in a efficiency apartment wired with internet cameras. She doesn't get paid for this, not even when one of Ronnie's friends comes over. She's lost the ability to make decisions on her own and he cut her off from all her friends and family. Bad abuse, Regina. Very bad. And it looks like he did this to several women. The good news here is that you might be able to spin this guy as a professional pornographer, not an amateur lifestylist. But if the newspapers get hold of Daria it'll be bad. She needs a lawyer at her apartment immediately and she needs a really good therapist who knows about spousal abuse and cult programming even faster. And someone who understands the lifestyle and can order her to cooperate with these folks." "You don't ask for much, do you Franklin?" she asked dryly. "Ask hell, Regina. Get people out there now or I'm going to call my contact at the police department and tell her that Daria's a suicide risk." There was a long moment of silence before she replied. "I'll be there myself in half an hour. The others will follow. I admire your respect for your submissives, Franklin, which is why I tolerate you at all. But don't push me." Then she ended the call. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Joining the website cost me $200, which just goes to prove that karma thinks it's got a sense of humor. The Obedient Sluts website specialized in live webcam porn. You could choose between about a dozen feeds that showed you young women going about their daily business in next to no clothing. You could also look at archived 'highlights'. Daria had been on the website for about a month and her highlights were progressively more extreme. Moving from beatings and sex with Ronnie to beatings and sex with other men, sometimes more than one. Humiliation figured prominently. I debated the merits of cheap and hard versus expensive and easy and laziness won out. I e-mailed an associate of mine with the website info and my login information and asked him to track down everything he could. I particularly wanted to know who owned the website and if he could identify other women who had been in that apartment before Daria. You can do that by checking a few websites and making a few phone calls, if the ownership is direct. I had a suspicion the ownership wasn't going to be direct, though. Besides, I had other things to do. There were seven names on the list Daria gave me and I needed to run those down if I was going to have a hope of collecting a magnificent consulting fee from the police department. Now, I might not have many friends in the lifestyle, but I do have a large number of acquaintances. I started burning up the phone lines and pestering people for information. The advantage to dealing with acquaintances is that I don't mind lying to them. So I put out the story that I'd found Ronnie, true, and that I had information concerning that death that X needed to hear, not true. I got a couple of phone numbers, one real name, and lots of promises to spread the word. Then I got a knock at the door. No one knocks at my door. Not since... well. The door says 'No Soliciting', it says 'Day Sleeper', and it says 'Beware of Dog'. My mail goes to a post office box and my utilities are located in the basement of the building. So no one bothers me; a knock on the door was surprising. More surprising still was seeing Detective Garza standing in the hallway. I opened the door and opened my mouth to greet her but didn't get the chance. "Franklin Devaroux you are under arrest for breaking and entering and criminal trespass. Turn around and put your hands behind your head," she barked. "Whoa Detective, easy there," I said as I turned around and put my hands behind my head. "I thought that was taken care of; me calling you to report a murder and all that? Good faith? Besides, if it comes down to a court case I'll be able to convince a jury that Daria had a long-standing relationship with the deceased and that she had implicitly granted me permission to enter the premises." Well, it sounded good to me, and I could probably sell that to a jury. "What's that?" she demanded as she ran a hand down one of my arms. "I'm happy to see you," I retorted. "It's a collapsible baton, Detective. I've got one strapped to each forearm and yes I have a concealed carry permit." She pulled back the sleeve of my shirt, ripping the cuff in the process, and took the baton out of the forearm holster. "'Implicit permission'? Is that what Daria's lawyer is going to tell her to say?" she snapped. "Or her shrink? Or the freak you've got handling her?" "You're pissed because I got an abused woman help? Fuck you," I snarled. The other baton joined the first on the floor and then she wrenched my arms around and put the cuffs on me. I'm familiar with handcuffs, but people are using them less and less because they're relatively expensive and they're pretty easy to escape. That's why everyone, including folks in the lifestyle, is moving to zip-cuffs for restraint purposes. Unless you like the look and feel of old-style handcuffs of course. There's just something about the look and feel of metal. "I knew you were a freak, but I thought you could be trusted to stay bought," she told me as she continued to search me. She was thorough, and yes that means what you think it means. I might have enjoyed the search under other circumstances, though I'd rather the roles were reversed. "I have. If you were prevented from talking to Daria then that was a mistake. I can make a phone call and get you access to her. Would you like that?" She spun me around and pushed me back onto a chair then she stood in front of me and glowered at me. Now, body positioning is a wonderful thing. You can really put someone into the proper frame of mind using good body positioning. Detective Garza was trying to intimidate me by putting me under arrest, handcuffing me, and then towering over me. But I was in my home, I knew the arrest was a minor annoyance at best, and I'm used to using body positioning. I sat back in the chair and crossed my legs; made myself comfortable. My policy is to always cooperate with the police, and I hadn't resisted her in any physical way that would have given her an excuse to charge me with resisting arrest or, worse, assaulting a police officer. But if she wanted to play subtle dominance games... cool. She was smart and realized that she wasn't as in control as she wanted to be, so she switched to a different track. She pulled out her phone and flipped it open. "Number," she demanded. I gave her the number and she dialed it and held it up to my face. I smiled and mouthed the words, "Thank you" at her. "Regina?" "Franklin, you're becoming annoying. What do you want now?" "There's been a little mix up, Regina. Someone told the police they couldn't talk to Daria." "That female detective has already contacted you? Now there's a woman who's over-compensating for something. Yes, we told her that Daria needed to talk to her lawyer before she started answering questions." "Regina, she's not a suspect in the case. Would you please arrange for her to go to the police station and speak with Detective Garza? She can bring her lawyer, of course." "Is she there with you right now?" Regina asked. "As a matter of fact, yes, Regina, she's standing right here. She's holding her cell phone up to my face because my hands are cuffed behind my back." Regina laughed. "Maybe you'll learn something," she told me. "Put the good detective on the phone, Franklin." "She'd like to speak with you," I told Garza. She put the phone to her ear. "Garza," she said. I swear she blushed a moment later, but then she said "Tomorrow at 9am would be fine. Thank you." "Am I still under arrest?" I asked her. "No." "Good." I pulled my hands out from behind my back and handed her the handcuffs and a paperclip. I'd like to say that I keep lock picking tools, weapons, and condoms hidden all around my apartment for just such a situation. The truth is that I don't clean under the cushions very often. The paperclip was just luck. The condoms on the other hand... "Would you like something to drink?" I asked her. She shook her head as she put the handcuffs back into her belt carrier and took a look around my home. "Not what I expected?" she admitted. "Black leather? Pictures of bound women? Red lights and whips and chains?" She nodded. "I'm not like Ronnie," I said. "Who are you like?" she asked. The question surprised me. What did she care who I was like? My cynical and suspicious brain began to put some ideas together and come to some wild conclusions. I dismissed them as wishful thinking brought on by involuntary celibacy. "I'm like me," I replied as I stood up and retrieved my batons. "And since I'm the only me in the world I can't really compare myself to anyone else." "That must get lonely," she observed. I wasn't particularly certain how far I wanted to allow her to crawl around inside my psyche, but sometimes you're so lonely that even the shallow intimacy of a police officer trying to profile you is welcome. "Sometimes," I allowed. "I've run down a couple of those names and I've got some folks checking on the others. I also asked an associate of mine to run down the information on the website Daria was working for. Have you seen that?" She shook her head. I pointed to the computer and went into the kitchen to get myself something to drink. "You sure about the drink? There's only milk, water, or fruit juice to drink. I don't have alcohol in the house and wouldn't offer it to a cop on duty if I did." "Water then," she answered. "Why no alcohol?" "I'm an alcoholic," I told her. "I used to find the courage to tell the world to fuck off in the bottom of a bottle." "How do you find it now?" she asked. "I blame God," I said. She laughed. I liked it. "I'm Catholic," she told me. "We blame man." By that criterion most of the women I knew were Catholic. "Well, I'm just generally religious. I blame God for the way I was made, I try to live responsibly, and I go to weekly meetings and confess my sins. I'm popular there. Since I joined the group we've gotten a lot of new people showing up to hear my confessions." She laughed again. "This is the Obedient Sluts website," I told her as I handed her the water and sat down at the computer. She pulled up a chair and sat next to me. "Looks like pretty standard webcam voyeurism," she observed. I looked at her in surprise. "Hey, I'm hip to some of the broad trends amongst the pervs," she joked. It was my turn to laugh. "It is. Though they've added the bondage window dressing to give their product an additional cachet. The highlights are what are interesting. Here's a clip of Ronnie and Daria in action." She watched it quietly for a minute before asking, "Does that turn you on?" I think, in retrospect, that it was her tone that decided me. She wasn't condemning me with the question, just asking. I think that's why I didn't tell her it was none of her business. "Some of it. The control, the obedience, the restraint. Those push my buttons. But this," I said as Ronnie pulled out a crop and started in on Daria, "bothers me." I let her watch a few more minutes to get a good appreciation of what, exactly, Ronnie had been like. Then I stopped the clip and selected another. "This is two weeks ago," I informed her. "Ronnie started bringing in other men, singly at first, then in pairs. This is a threesome." It was fairly disturbing to me and, I guess, to Detective Garza. After a few minutes she asked me turn it off. "One more," I said and selected something from deeper in the archives. "What do you notice about this?" "Different woman, same apartment," she noted. I nodded. "And Mr. Flogger here? He's a repeat customer." "How many?" she asked. "At least six women," I said. "I talked with the building super and he said some company rented the apartment and kept women there. He thought they were a porn outfit." "He was right. What's the name of the company?" "Skylark Entertainment, he thought. I haven't checked it out yet." "I'll take care of it," she said. She stood up and took a last drink of her water. "Where are the women now?" she asked. I shrugged. "Too early to say. I'm looking into it." "I won't be able to pay you for much of your time," she warned. I shrugged again. "This kind of crap offends me," I offered as my only explanation. Cops understand that; sometimes a case gets under your skin and you've got to scratch the itch until it's gone. More often than not that means you scratch so hard that you bleed, but it's an occupational risk. "Thanks for the water." "Thanks for not arresting me." "Yet." I smiled as she left, but I was still puzzled. She could have threatened me over the phone and gotten much the same results. So why had she come over? I didn't believe the answer I kept coming up with because I wouldn't permit myself to believe it. But why not? \\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Winston Churchill once remarked that there is nothing in life so exhilarating as being shot at to no effect. I will observe that Sir Winston was obviously a twisted man with emotional issues beyond the ken of a layman such as me. I hated being shot at. Since I'd actually been injured the first two times people shot at me I think you'll agree that my aversion is firmly based in objective reality. At least this time they'd missed me. Missed me three times, even. I looked around for the shooter, but with the traffic on the street and people screaming and running for cover it was an impossible task. I thought a blue Lexus might have held the guy since it had peeled away shortly after the shots, but that might just have been someone smart unassing the target area. Since I was sure someone would already have called 911 I rolled over onto my back, pulled out my cell phone and called Detective Garza. "Garza? This is Devaroux." "Have you got something for me?" "I'm not really sure," I admitted. "I think someone just shot three bullets at me outside my apartment. I'm going to wait around and talk to the investigating officers." "I'll be down in a few minutes, tell them I'm coming." "Sure." I checked to make sure I hadn't wet myself and then stood up and took a look around. Operating on the assumption that the blue Lexus had held the shooter and that I had been the target I did a quick scan to see if I could spot the bullet impacts. It wasn't hard. One bullet had gone wide to my right and spider-webbed the security glass on the door to my building. A spall mark on the brick might be the impact of a second bullet which put the third bullet... into the open window of the apartment on the first floor. Mrs. Erlichmann. The first patrol officer showed up about then and I explained that a bullet had gone into Mrs. Erlichmann's apartment. He got the super to open the place up and we found her cooling on her couch. Not shot, just scared. But a heart attack is often more fatal than a bullet. I walked outside after the paramedics arrived and spotted Detective Garza talking to another patrol officer. I walked over and caught her attention. "You okay?" she asked. "A little twitchy, that's all." "I saw the ambulance." Was that concern I was imagining in Detective Garza's voice? "Mrs. Erlichmann had a heart attack," I explained. "Oh. You think you were the target?" "Yeah. Take a look." We walked over to the doorway and I pointed to the bullet impacts. The thing about shooting multiple shots in rapid succession is that your aiming point tends to climb. A disciplined shooter can compensate for this, but I'd never heard of an aiming point going noticeably down. Besides, a disciplined shooter wouldn't have missed me with three shots. "There, there, and there," I said. "I'd guess it was a left-handed shooter, but that's just a guess. Since I was walking out the door at the time and that's where the impact trail starts I'd guess I was the target." "Yeah," she nodded in agreement. "Why?" "I'm only working one case," I replied. "No jealous husbands?" "The only woman I'm seeing on a regular basis is you." "Okay. I'm late for court. Give the patrol guys your statement and we'll talk sometime this evening," she decided. "I need to figure out a way to get into the Indigo Lounge this evening," I told her. "One of the names on Daria's list is supposed to be working an event this evening." "So go talk to her, we can talk after." "It's not that easy. The Indigo Lounge is couples only and it's a lifestyle night. Finding someone to go with me is not a simple task." She chewed her lower lip for a moment and then nodded. "I'll go with you. What time should I pick you up?" I'd been hoping for that response, but it still surprised me. "Nine." "Wear something sexy?" she asked. "Slinky," I amended. "I'll see you then," she called back over her shoulder. I watched her go and reflected that it was a funny day when I could be shot at and still feel so good. Maybe Sir Winston wasn't such a twisted man after all. \\\\\\\\\* "What's your first name?" I asked as I climbed into the passenger seat of her car. "Eloise," she replied. "Eloise?" I echoed her. "You look Latina to the bone. How did you end up with a name like Eloise?" "Mixed marriage," she replied as she pulled into traffic. "My dad is Hispanic, and a cop, my mom is first generation American. Her family came from France." "Must have been interesting. How'd that work out?" "Not so well, actually. They fought a lot and separated when I was four." "Divorce?" "Well, a Catholic divorce. They're still married but she lives in Boulder and he lives in Highlands. Tell me about the Indigo Lounge." "It's an adult club. Not a sex club, but a place where adults can go and have sex together. They mostly cater to the swingers, but twice a month they have lifestyle nights to bring in the bondage crowd. It's pretty upscale and they screen everyone to keep it that way. Speaking of which, are you carrying?" "Yeah, I've got a personal weapon." "No guns or knifes are allowed on site. We're going to have to step through a metal detector and your purse will have to go through an x-ray machine." "They've got that kind of money?" "Upscale." "Shit. What about you?" "My batons are gravity locking and they're made of ceramics and plastic. I like to be able to carry them wherever I choose to go." "That why you don't carry?" she asked. "No. I don't carry because I shot somebody once and I didn't much like it." When we arrived at the Lounge I got out of the car first to give her a moment of privacy. She was wearing a black, silk dress with spaghetti straps and a plunging back. There was only one place she was able to conceal a pistol in that outfit. When she got out of the car we walked across the parking lot towards the entrance. "Who are we looking for?" "Sariel. Bottle blonde, angel wing tattoos on her back, about five foot four. She should be one of the entertainers." "Interesting name," she observed. "I looked it up. Sariel was one of the fallen angels." "And by 'entertainers' you mean?" As we were walking into the club I decided to explain a little later. "You'll see," I promised. The Indigo Lounge is a nice place. As you might imagine, blue lights feature heavily. There's a dance/performance floor and clusters of seating arranged around pillars done up as Greek columns. Draped fabric hides the roof and separates the room into sections that you can wander through. There's a bar in one corner, but alcohol is members only from their private lockers. Not really something that concerned me. Nevertheless, the bar was where I bee-lined to. "Two waters," I told the bartender. He was a big guy wearing black and I knew that he doubled as a bouncer and tripled as a host. "Is Sariel available?" "Maybe," he replied. I sighed and put a twenty on the bar. He glanced at it but didn't take it. I put another on top of it and they vanished into his massive paw like they hadn't ever been there. "She just got in a few minutes ago. When she's ready I'll send her over. You up to performing with her?" "I just want to talk for a few minutes and then I'll turn her loose," I replied. "It's worth her while." He nodded skeptically and I collected the bottled water and handed one to Eloise. Can you get over that name? I couldn't. Eloise. She pointed to an empty cluster of seats and I nodded. We walked over and sat down. "Seems like any other nightclub," she observed. On the surface it sure looked that way. The music wasn't deafening loud and there were a few people on the dance floor, mostly women. They weren't even particularly scantily clad in comparison to some of the other clubs in town. About half of the seating clusters were occupied. Instead of explaining that it was early yet and that everyone was drinking at other bars before coming here to get their kink on I just lifted the padded top of a side-table and let her examine the selection of toys contained within it. Sariel, when she appeared a few minutes later, was pretty much as described. She had rings in her nipples and nose in addition to the tattoos. She knelt down in front of me and gave me a critical look. "I didn't think you were into my kink, sir," she said. "Not particularly, but I'd like to ask you a few questions." She tossed her hair and shook her head. "I'm here tonight to have fun, sir. I'm not interested in answering questions. With your permission?" On the one hand, I'd already talked to three other people on Daria's list. Of the other four, however, Sariel was the only one I'd been able to find a lead on. The other three were just gone and no one knew where. And I hadn't learned anything new from the ones I had talked to. "I've got a secret?" I asked. Sariel gave me a questioning look as she sized me up. She knew my reputation, and 'I've got a secret' was a challenge as much as it was a game. "Certainly, sir." "Thirty minute time limit," I declared. "What's your safe word?" "Safe word," she replied. "Limits?" "Nothing illegal, no cutting." I snorted. That was like saying 'anything goes'. It was also like saying 'do your best, because you don't scare me at all'. I pulled out a set of handcuffs. "Eloise, would you please cuff her? Hands in front." "What are you doing?" she asked me as she took the cuffs from me and secured Sariel's hands. "I'm going to beat the information out of her," I replied. "Want to help?" She shook her head. "I can't do that, Frank. Not even in fun. I'm a cop. Beating information out of someone?" I nodded. "I understand. Sit back and watch. Keep me hydrated, if you would." I attached Sariel's hands to a ring in the column and pulled a collapsible spreader bar out of the side table. It took me a few minutes to adjust it and secure it to Sariel's ankles. But when I was done she was pretty well exactly the way I wanted her. I picked a short-tail flogger from the toys and gave it an experimental twirl. "I've got a secret," I announced to the people gathering around. "Thirty minute time period. Safe word is safe word. I'm starting now." Even over the music I could hear the murmur of people discussing this development. I tried to shut them out and focus my attention on not throwing up. "Tell me about Ronnie, Sariel," I said. "Who?" she replied in tones of faux innocence. I snapped the flogger around hard, curling it around her thigh so that the ends snapped against her inner thigh. She hissed and her body jumped. I brought the flogger back and gave her an identical stroke to the other thigh. "Ronnie?" I prompted. "Reagan?" she responded. The trick, with a flogger, is getting the tips to snap just where you want them. I'm no artist with one of those, and I can't claim that enthusiasm made up for my lack of skill, but I was determined. I didn't bother asking any more questions, I just went at her and tried to make sure I got every single sensitive portion of her body below the shoulders. I added some weights to the nipple rings. I put alligator clips on her earlobes and labia. I smacked her ass purple with a paddle. I even, at the end, put her hands behind her and lifted them with a rope. I was exhausted when time was called and we were both sweating buckets. The voice that called time had sounded familiar, but I was too busy to puzzle out exactly why that was the case. I carefully removed Sariel from the bondage devices and put her into a thin cotton robe. I walked her over to the couch and sat her down. "Two waters please," I asked Eloise. She wordlessly got up and walked over to the bar. I sat down next to Sariel and pulled her against me. She didn't make any complaint and just cuddled up to me, breathing hard. "I didn't think you had that in you, Franklin," Regina remarked as she sat down next to me. Now I was able to place the voice. Regina was wearing a suede evening gown and she had two of her boys, leashed by the testicles, kneeling at her feet. 'Boys' is something of a misnomer. One of them was a walking billboard for Denver tattoo parlors and the other looked like an overweight banker. "Did you enjoy that?" she purred. "No," I replied. "I did," came Sariel's comment. "That was very nice, sir. I didn't expect that from you." "Nor did anyone else, I think," Regina said. "You won't be lonely for long after word of this gets around, Franklin. Well done." Regina's presence was unwelcome at that point in time. Very unwelcome. Still more so because her boys were pressing in and I was already uncomfortable enough. I looked up and saw Eloise coming back with the water. "You're in Eloise's seat, Regina. Please move." She frowned at me, but she moved. Then she laughed as Eloise sat down next to me. "Detective Garza, I thought I recognized you. Welcome. Are you enjoying our party?" "I'm learning to, Regina." The answer seemed to shock Regina as much as it shocked me. "What did you want to know about Ronnie, sir?" Sariel asked. "Anything," I replied. "Where are his other subs? Did he have any enemies?" "Did he ever go to Dallas?" Eloise interjected. "Dallas?" Sariel asked. "Sure. I went down to Dallas with him once, maybe three years ago. He'd gotten a lot of money from somewhere and he had a long party weekend. It was me and two other subs. We flew down first class and hit all the clubs. A nightly orgy in the hotel room, room service, champagne, and rented limos. Ronnie was blowing through the cash like there was no tomorrow. In one of the clubs he dropped maybe twenty or thirty thousand dollars on roulette. He beat me so hard I had to go to the emergency room to get a cut stitched and I missed the excitement." "Excitement?" I prompted. "One of the subs... Dana. Dana said the other sub, Uma, freaked out and Ronnie had to have her committed. It really spoiled the mood and ended the party. Ronnie was really upset, pale and sweating. Dana wouldn't talk to him, barely talked to me. It was an uncomfortable flight back. Economy seating, too." "Did you ever see Uma again?" I asked. "No. I asked Ronnie about her once and he said she'd committed suicide. Sad. She was pretty and she was devoted to Ronnie; she'd do anything he asked. A real love slave. Sir, I hate to be a bother, but I've got to pee. May I please go to the bathroom?" "Sure, Sariel. I'm going to head out now. Thank you for the game." "My pain, sir. May I call you sometime?" I nodded my head because I didn't know what else to do. The room was swimming as I got up and walked as steadily as I could to the door. Maintaining. That's what we called it when I was an active drunk. You had to maintain the facade of sobriety. Walk a straight line, keep it together, fool the observers. I kept it together until I was out in the parking lot. "Frank, what the hell just happened?" Eloise demanded. I really did want to explain, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was vomit. It took me ten minutes to stop heaving and then the only thing I could mange to say was "Drive me home, please." I don't really remember the ride. I remember that it took time and that it happened, but that's about it. I know that I stumbled upstairs and took my clothing off enroute to the bathroom, but it's kind of blurry. I vividly remember dry-heaving in the shower; really, every last little detail. Stomach bile and hot showers don't mix particularly well so when I was pretty sure it was just the smell that was going to make me sick I wrapped a towel around me and went out to the living room. "So Frank, what happened back there?" Eloise asked. I nearly jumped out of my skin in fright. I'd completely forgotten about her. But there she was, in that really enticing black dress, sitting in the high-back chair with her feet tucked under her. "You don't have that figure when you're working," I blurted. Yeah, smooooooth. "I wear a vest. The club? Beating a woman?" My stomach jumped a little. "That. That was a nightmare. Sariel is that species of submissive that refers to itself as a 'pain-slut'. Pain is exciting to them. Some of them even claim that they perceive pain as pleasure, like their nerves are switched or something. I've-got-a-secret is a game some of the locals play. They pick a bit of information and someone tries to beat it out of them. If they give up the information the dominant wins. That's the theory. In reality, it's generally about giving the dominant a reason to beat them and the submissive a reason to hold out. I saw the nipple rings, tats, and some faint scarring on Sariel's body and figured her for a pain-slut. I've got a secret was a challenge on more than one level. On the obvious level if I could beat the information out of her, I'd get it. Less obvious was the challenge of giving her a beating that impressed her. I just went for number two. She got an intense sexual experience and we got our information." "That reminds me," I said, "how did you know to ask about Dallas?" "Skylark Entertainment. A privately owned company registered to do business in five states but founded and headquartered in Dallas, Texas. Our victim wasn't listed as an owner or employee so I was looking for a connection. Think I found it?" "I think that depends entirely on what happened to Uma," I said. "When Sariel calls I'll get a description." "Are you going to see her again?" "Not if I can help it. Are you sure you can't beat her? That's really not my scene." "I noticed," she said. "What's with the puking? You weren't even twitching after someone tried to kill you but beating a woman does that to you?" I tried to find the words to explain something I don't understand myself. I failed, of course, but I tried. "I don't understand people who enjoy pain and I don't enjoy inflicting it. No, part of me enjoys it and the rest of me really hate that part. It's... complicated. Let's just say that I really don't like hitting women." "What if someone needed it?" I'm supposed to be an investigator. You know? Putting facts together and ferreting out the truth? Eloise's last question just made it impossible for me to ignore the facts any more. Sure it was crazy, but in my experience that's life. Bear with me here. "Take your dress off, Eloise." She stared at me for I don't know how long before she stood up and pulled the dress off over her head. My first thought was, 'Magnificent breasts!' That might seem a little shallow, but you had to be there, you had to see. Admittedly, I'm a breast man, so I'm pre-disposed to be appreciative of the most obvious genitalia of the female of the species. But that also means I'm in a position to be a good judge. They weren't huge, but with good substance, and perfectly formed with tiny, dark, perky nipples. She was able to wear that dress without a bra. So that left her wearing a black thong and standing in my living room. "I thought you were never going to tell me to do that," she said. Finally. She didn't say finally. Not the actual word. But I heard it. "Have you thought any of this through?" I asked wearily. She shrugged and I resolved that I was going to absolutely forbid her to ever do that again. Or maybe I was going to require her to do it frequently. The movement did... wonderful things with her breasts. "I've thought about it since I was thirteen or fourteen years old," she said quietly. "It's not something a good Catholic girl is supposed to want. I prayed a lot. Have I thought this through? No." "What's supposed to happen now, if this was a fantasy," I said, "is that I dominate you and you have a life-changing sexual experience that leaves you my happy and devoted love-slave. In reality, we're supposed to have an open and mature discussion of sexual desires and limits. What's really going to happen is that I'm going to bed and pray you're still interested in discussing this in the morning. I'm just... done. So... go to the bathroom and then crawl into my bed or go home and call me in the morning." \\\\\\\\ Sleeping alone sucks. No one really likes it, they just get used to it. Forgetting how good it is to sleep next to someone who cares about you is the first, and biggest, step in getting used to sleeping alone. So waking up next to Eloise was like suddenly regaining the ability to smell. It was wonderfully overpowering and I savored it. For her part, she snuggled up, pressing that warm, wonderful, willing flesh against me. I kissed her, softly at first, but I was so very, very hungry and she was so very willing. I have always had a yardstick by which I measure right and wrong: the right thing to do is generally the hard thing. Not the physically difficult thing, but the emotional equivalent of taking a bullet for the President. If it hurts like hell, emotionally, then you're probably doing good. Which is a long way of telling you why I stopped kissing Eloise. It was the right thing to do. We lay there, inches apart, each watching the other's face intently. "It's not going to work, is it?" she asked quietly. "No," I told her, "it's not. Someone would see us and it would wreck your career." "What if I don't care about my career?" "You do," I said simply. "Shit," she breathed. Silently, I agreed with her. It's a funny world. If you like to beat women, you're one of the boys. If you like to be beaten? The social acceptance prognosis is pretty fucking bleak. People just can't wrap their minds around the idea that someone might like to be occasionally dominated by someone they trust and share an emotional connection with. It's an all or nothing proposition within the narrow confines of their I-fear-the-unknown-and-or-different minds. Sucks to be a submissive. At least I get credit for being a real man. A freak, but a manly freak. At least, I get credit amongst the people I'm not interested in dating. We spent the morning like that, wallowing in misery together because we couldn't be together. Don't ask me to explain any more than that; you've either been there or you haven't. I'm pretty sure I could have talked her into doing anything I wanted, but that would have been wrong; so I didn't. Eventually I realized that I was just going to continue sinking deeper into my despair unless I got up and did something. So I did; I changed the subject. "I think someone killed Ronnie because of the way he was treating his submissives," I said as I sat up and walked away from the bed. After a long minute Eloise answered me. "Because of Uma?" "Yeah, because of Uma. Sariel said she was a real love slave, devoted. I'm guessing she had the same sort of cult-like obedience that Daria has. I want to find out what happened to her." "Explain Daria to me, Frank," she said as she walked into the living room and pulled her dress on. "Where to begin?" I wondered aloud, my eyes stealing some last glimpses of that wonderful body. "People get turned on by lots of things. Some of them are pretty sick. Some are just strange. Consider financial slaves; some women make a good living by allowing men to send them money. In return for the money, the men get abuse. Mostly e-mails, sometimes letters and phone calls." "That's it? Money for abuse? What's the point?" I wanted to tell her to shut up and let me finish; maybe gag her. I found it just a little bit amusing that my kink was acting up while I was castigating the kinks of others. "The point is the poor bastards get a kick out of it. They find pleasure and satisfaction in the arrangement. Is it healthy? Debate at your leisure. But Daria... that's another thing. She was interested in the control. And I think she went too far into the fantasy. Giving all the money she made at a demeaning job to Ronnie was just one way of demonstrating the control he had over her. She was loving it, too. But I think Ronnie took things beyond the usual range of kink, and because Daria wasn't the first one he did it to, I wonder who was. Maybe Uma? But Sariel said he told her Uma was dead. So I wonder..." "Where are the women that came between Uma and Daria?" Eloise finished. I nodded. "Yeah. I've got no idea how I'm going to run that down. Please do me a favor and write a memo thanking me for my work and telling me that it's not needed any longer." "Why?" "Because a nice thank you letter from the police is a good thing to have and I suspect I might have to use investigational methods that would be frowned upon." "Like restraining a source and beating her with a whip?" "A flogger," I corrected her. She pulled her shoes on and stood up from the chair, walking over and standing so close I could smell the faint remnants of the perfume she'd worn the night before. She gave me a long, long look. "Be careful, Frank. Someone killed Ronald and they might have tried to kill you." I waited until she turned and walked away before swallowing. "And I might not care that much about my career, Frank. I've got to think it through." Then she was out the door. \\\\ I spent the day on the phone and the computer, spending money I didn't really have to spare on an investigation that I hadn't been hired to solve. Not smart, but it felt right. Sometimes you just have to trust your instincts. My instincts were telling me that Ronnie was a bad, bad man who'd deserved the death he'd gotten. My computer associate had gotten back to me. The Obedient Sluts website was owned by Skylark Entertainment, a company out of Dallas, Texas. He'd found video footage of six women who'd been in the apartment before Daria, but he hadn't been able to identify any of them. They all had 'stage' names like 'Fuckme Master'. I'm not making this up, that's an actual example. I spent an hour e-mailing pictures of those faces to various contacts and asking if they had a name or information to go with the face. Then I started calling back the people I'd talked to about Ronnie's subs. By the time evening rolled around I had a lot of notes, but no answers to my questions. Apparently I had been a little uncharitable in my assessments of my fellow freaks; Ronnie was as unpopular with them as he was with me, albeit for different reasons. It seems Ronnie had rubbed a lot of folks the wrong way. Rude was a term frequently used. Domineering, and not in a good way, was another. He'd been quick to demand obedience and respect from everyone and hadn't done much to earn either. But finally I was reduced to scanning my notes, hoping my brain would turn up a connection when the phone rang. "Devaroux Investigative Services," I answered. "Devaroux, this is Garza. I'm over at the Motel 6 off of Federal and I'm looking at the body of Kimberly Stevenson, a.k.a Daria." "Shit!" I cursed. "There's a newspaper guy here asking why we allowed a witness to be murdered." "She wasn't a witness..." I started. But that was stupid of me; Eloise knew she wasn't a witness. But the reporter knew there was a connection between Daria and Ronnie. "Oh crap. Thank you for the heads up Eloise." "You owe me," she said as she hung up. I had Regina on speed dial. "Franklin?" "Daria's dead, Regina." "Blast!" "It gets worse, there's a newspaper reporter who knows about the connection between Daria and Ronnie." "You're supposed to be making this go away, Franklin," she said sternly. "If you want miracles, go to church. I sent you some pictures, Regina. I need to know who these woman are and you know everyone in the local scene." I didn't ask for her help because I didn't have to. Besides, when dominants start playing power games with each other, things can get irrationally messy. "I'll contact you," she said and hung up on me. Dinner was prosciutto and melon followed by an asparagus risotto washed down with a bottle of San Pellegrino water. Don't look so surprised, cooking helps me relax and I like to eat well. My kitchen is probably the best maintained area in my apartment, it's certainly the cleanest. I was debating the merits of a frozen fudgesicle when the phone rang. "I've got another secret, sir." Sariel. "I've got another appointment, Sariel," I lied. "Would you take a rain check?" "I'd really rather play the game, sir. Perhaps I could come by your place later?" "I'd rather play the game too, but I've got a case I'm working on." Yeah, more lies, I'm a private investigator. "Hmm.... Okay. But it's a good secret and I want a really good rain check." "Done." What the hell? I could always leave town. "That sub I told you about; Dana. I saw her picture in the Post today. On the society page. She's wearing the black evening gown. I'll see you sooner, sir." "Yeah." I hung up the phone and pulled a pair of shoes on. Out of habit I strapped my batons to my arms and pulled my sleeves down over them. Because I don't like to repeat my mistakes I looked to see if anyone was obviously waiting outside my building with a gun. I didn't spot anyone, which isn't the same as saying there wasn't anyone there, so I went out and headed down the street to pick up a paper. I must have heard something, because I certainly didn't see anything. But for some reason I looked around to my left and saw a blue car pulling up from behind. I threw myself to the ground to avoid the blast so the knife in the hand of the guy in front of me missed completely and I knocked the guy to the ground. Pure luck. Nothing more. Now, hand to hand combat is a nuanced skill that must be practiced for years. The reason you practice so long and hard is because when you're in a fight, an actual ball-raising, sphincter-puckering, oh-my-God-I'm-going-to-die fight, you don't have time for complex thoughts like 'maybe I should try for the figure four arm lock'. Simple thoughts like 'motherfucker must die' are the rule. Anyway, that's what I was thinking. I got my hands on his knife arm and I did some stuff with my elbows, knees, and head. He did some stuff with his and he was a lot stronger than me. I flatter myself that I'm meaner, though. Smarter, too. Certainly more handsome, especially after I smashed his face into the concrete sidewalk a few times. After that the fight went out of him and I crawled off and sprawled back against the brick wall of the building behind me to try to find some oxygen. I discovered I'd pissed myself this time. I think it was the knife that did it; bullets are abstract and look sort of harmless, but there's just something very primaly terrifying about a sharp piece of metal. It took about ten minutes for the police to show up. I just waved at them. The witnesses were no help. Half of them fingered me for the attacker. Finding the batons on my arms pretty much closed the case for the beat guys. They arrested me and loaded pavement-puss into an ambulance. I've been arrested before, but not so many times that I'm used to it and never while sober, so inprocessing at the police station took a little bit of time. As a possible violent offender they stuck me in a cell of my own and left my hands handcuffed behind my back. Which is how Eloise found me. "Jesus, Frank, you look like hell." "I smell that way, too." "That's you?" "That's me." "Tell me about it," she said. So I did. Kids, if you're reading this, you shouldn't be. But if you are, you should always ask to have an attorney present when you make your statement. That's because it's easy to make an innocent mistake that the police can spin as a lie, also known as obstructing an investigation, which they will use as a lever to apply pressure to you. They don't have anything against you personally; they're just trying to do their job. So saying anything without a lawyer is almost always a mistake. But I did. "Okay," she said when I was done, "they're gonna need to talk to you, but I don't think you'll have any problems. Your attacker walked out of the emergency room while someone was taking a piss break. You've got at least a couple of witnesses that say the guy came at you with a knife. Want me to call your lawyer?" "Please. Ashenga Tyrese." "You're kidding?" "Handcuffed in a jail cell and sitting in my own piss? Not in your wildest dreams. Yes, she represents me." She laughed. It shouldn't hurt when someone else laughs, but sometimes it does. "I'll call her; you can owe me." She hesitated for a moment and then, at a noticeably lower volume, asked "Is there anything else you need?" 'You,' I thought. 'I've already got the handcuffs and the cell...' Aloud I said, "No, thank you." "A change of clothing?" she pursued, wrinkling her nose. It was my turn to give her a long, hard stare, so I did. I knew what I wanted to say and I knew what I should say and I couldn't permit myself to say the one or force myself to say the other. "A copy of today's Rocky Mountain Post," I said, instead. "I'd very much like to know the name of the woman wearing the black evening gown on the society page." She looked puzzled and then, when she saw I was serious, nodded. "Later." \\\\ My lawyer is a large, black woman. She's loud, she dresses like a Jamaican psychic, she's abrasive, and she's good. She mostly does minority representation, but she's willing to make an exception in my case because 'Perverts are a kind of minority too, Frankie. Besides, you always pay on time.' With truth, and Ashenga, on my side it only took three hours to be cleared of suspicion and give a statement regarding the details of the attack. When I finally got home I was done. I'd fought for my life and dealt with police bureaucracy and both of them are pretty equally damn tiring. I took a shower, I thanked God I didn't have any alcohol in the house, and I stumbled towards the bedroom. Enroute I saw the blinking light on my cell phone and decided that maybe the calls were important. So I snagged it and fell into bed. The first message was from Regina; she sounded annoyed. "Franklin, what sort of a mess is this? One of those pictures you sent me is Karen Chomsky. It happens that I remember her, she used to come to the munches about two years ago. She stopped coming after she entered Ronald's service and I can't remember seeing her at any functions shortly after that. One of the others is Sandra Simmons. An acquaintance recognized her and related a similar story. Where are these women, Franklin?" Unfortunately, I was starting to strongly suspect that they were dead. The second message was from Eloise. "Veronica Emerson." That's all. It took me a minute to figure out she was talking about Dana from the society page. Then it came to me where I'd heard that name before and I leapt out of bed and ran to the computer. It only took me a minute to confirm my identification. Veronica Emerson, married to Roger Emerson, a Denver city-councilman. A married socialite playing submissive with Ronnie? It was something to think about, but I was too tired. \\\* In the morning I considered my options. I wanted to talk to Veronica Emerson. How? 'Hello, Mrs. Emerson please. About? It's about a dead dominant she was seeing a few years ago. Yes, I'll hold.' Right. I could have just dropped it into Garza's lap, but when politics enters an investigation the police tread very, very carefully. To stall for time I Googled Mrs. Emerson to see what I could find out about her. Turned out there was quite a bit about her. What struck me as being the most interesting, though, was the picture of Veronica Emerson handing a check to a woman I recognized. I didn't know her name, but I'd seen her face on the Obedient Sluts website. The website said that Veronica was a big supporter of a shelter for battered women. It identified the woman as Dakota Russell, the director of Safe Haven. I had an idea. I thought about it a little bit, and then I picked up the phone and dialed. "You've reached the business office of Safe Haven," a woman's voice said. "My name is Frank Devaroux, I'm an investigator and I'm calling to speak with Dakota Russell." Hesitation. "I'm sorry, Mr. Devaroux, but Ms. Russell isn't available right now. May I take a message?" Rote; she didn't expect me to leave a message, but I did. "Thank you, yes. Please ask her to call me. I have some information about Dana." I gave her my cell phone number and hung up. Why call Dakota rather than Veronica? Lots of reasons. To begin with, Dakota had appeared on the website and, presumably, knew what came next. I was interested in finding out what came next because I suspected it wasn't anything good. I suspected that what-came-next was going to be the reason that Ronnie had been killed. Dakota also wasn't quite as politically sensitive as Veronica; I was less likely to find myself in hot water for speaking to her about something this sensitive. Then there was the idea that I might have a little leverage on Dakota since I had video footage of her involved in some very nasty bondage sex. Sure, I'm a jerk; didn't I mention that up front? I'm sure I did. I'm paid to be a jerk, to suspect the worst of people. Which brings me to the final reason I wanted to talk to Dakota; I didn't know the nature of her relationship with Veronica. Were they lovers? Friends? Fellow survivors? Was Dakota blackmailing Veronica? I just didn't know. So I'd talk to Dakota first. Hopefully soon. The phone rang and I was drawn out of my pensive state. Caller ID said it was a protected number, which could mean anything. I answered it and smiled despite myself as I heard Eloise. "Hi Frank. I thought you might like to know they managed to pull a fingerprint from the knife and got a match on the guy that attacked you. Domingo Rodriguez, 32, from Ft. Worth, Texas. His priors are all assault and, drum roll please, prostitution related. He's an enforcer for someone, Frank." "Which means that someone involved in prostitution is concerned about my poking around this case," I said, thinking out loud. "How would they know about me? Oh, shit! The cameras!" "Cameras?" "In the apartment where Ronnie had Daria stashed. I was live on the internet when I talked to her. Even if the sound was off they still knew something had happened. They sent someone to investigate. Rodriguez. He'll have gotten my information from Daria, she had my bill. That means there's probably a connection between Rodriguez and Skylark Entertainment. Any chance you could run backgrounds on the owners of Skylark?" "Probably not on the basis of the real evidence I've got, but I might be able to talk the Lieutenant into it. I'm going to try anyway. Have you gotten anything new?" This is where I should have lied. I didn't and I don't care to speculate as to why I didn't. "I found another one of the website women. Her name is Dakota Russell and she runs a shelter for battered women. Sariel identified Dana, the other sub from the Dallas trip, as Veronica Emerson." "Wife of Councilman Emerson?" "The same. Russell and Emerson know each other. I called Russell and asked to speak to her; said I knew something about Dana." "Well, that should get her attention. Oh, not that there was much doubt on the subject but the coroner made a positive identification on the victim; Ronald Esterhaus." "Great," I deadpanned. "What about Daria?" "Kimberly Stevenson, 23, originally of Salina, Kansas. Slashed throat." "Knife work. I don't suppose..." "Not a chance, Frank. Maybe if there had been a puncture wound... Whoever did it just sliced her throat open and left her to bleed to death." "That's cold," I commented. "Really cold. Brutally efficient. Not at all what like happened to Ronnie. That was personal." "Pretty brutal in a different way," Eloise said. "Any place his skin wasn't lacerated it was bruised. He had two cracked ribs, three broken fingers, two broken toes, internal injuries, safety pins through the nipples and testicles, and he'd been branded seven times. But yeah, two different M.O.s." "Cause of death was suffocation?" "Yeah, how'd you... Oh." Yeah, oh. "So when did Sariel tell you about Emerson?" she asked. I had to smile. How could I avoid it? It's nice to know that a woman cares enough about you to be a little jealous. "I'll tell you all about it later, I've got to make a call. Bye." I hung up. Re: Jerk, see above. \\\* I didn't really have a phone call to make, I just wanted Eloise to stew a little. Let there be no bullshit between us; that was irresponsible of me. I shouldn't have been playing little games like that when I was trying to keep my distance from her. In my defense I can only observe that I am as much of a slave to my desires as just about everyone else. I spent the morning cleaning my apartment and letting my brain free associate. Free association is a useful tool in investigations. Previous employers had referred to it, in derogatory tones and terms, as daydreaming. I laughed at them. Of course, they owned winter vacation homes in Aspen and Vail and I rented an apartment in an unfashionable part of town. Free association let me down, though, so I was glad to hear the phone ring a little before noon. "Devaroux Investigations." "May I speak to Mr. Devaroux please." "Speaking. You are?" "I'm Dakota Russell. You left a message saying you wanted to speak to me." "I did," I replied. "I'd like to ask you some questions about Ronald Esterhaus. Could I buy you lunch?" A long silence. "Okay. There's a Spicy Pickle on Colorado, know it?" "Know it. Half an hour?" "Okay." She hung up. \\\* The Spicy Pickle is not what your fevered imagination thinks. It's a sandwich shop with spicy pickles. I'd never eaten there, but I'd driven by it often enough. She had a booth and a sandwich in front of her when I walked in and sat down. "Devaroux?" she asked. I nodded. "What do you want to know about Ronald?" "Did you know he's dead?" "Good," she snapped. No hesitation, no remorse, just simple satisfaction. "Was it painful?" I shrugged. "I saw some video footage of you on a website. I'm not interested in embarrassing you or blackmailing you, I just need to find out some more about that. And what came after." "Who are you working for?" "I was working for Kimberly Stevenson, also known as Daria. She was Ronnie's latest. Now she's dead." "Who killed her?" "Someone who doesn't like me looking into this." "You don't take a hint?" she asked. "I take it personally when people try to kill me," I told her. "Someone tried to kill you? And you led them to me?" She looked worried, scanning the street behind me. "Relax, I wasn't followed here." 'I think,' I added to myself. "Besides, why would they be interested in you?" She gave the street one last scan and then looked at me, weighing my soul. "I got away," she said. "Pimp?" She nodded. "Why not start at the beginning?" I prompted her. She sighed. "The beginning. Where did it begin? My step-father abused me. So I ran away from home when I was seventeen. In comparison to any place in Kansas or Missouri, Colorado seemed glamorous. I thought I'd live in Vail or some other nice place in the mountains. I made it as far as Denver before I needed to make some money. So I got a job, and then I needed a place to live, and before I knew it I was living here and managing to keep my head above the water. I met Ronald three years later. He was into bondage and domination and so was I. Look, I don't know how to explain that to you..." "I'm in the lifestyle," I interrupted her. She gave me a stare. "That's how Kimberly knew of me," I explained. "Okay. So I don't have to explain too much. The submission was a rush and Ronald knew how to keep the buzz going. Not a lot of drugs," she said, catching the question in my eyes, "mostly a non-stop party of submission. I got in deeper and deeper as I followed the thrill. It wasn't entirely his fault. But the son of a bitch slowly cut me off from my friends and made himself the center of my world. It was classic brainwashing, though I didn't know it at the time. By the time he moved me into the apartment... I would have done anything for him. I did everything for him." "What happened after the apartment?" I asked. "He showed up one day," she said, lips tight. "He told me that it was time for me to move to the next level. I had to prove my love for him with one last test. He was going to sell me to a man for six months. At the end of the six months, if I had passed the test, he'd buy me back. He spun me a bullshit story about buying a house in Aspen, skiing all winter and traveling during the summer. So I went along with it." She paused, taking a deep breath and then a deep drink, gathering her thoughts. "The next day two men came to the apartment and took me away with them. They drove me to Dallas, had some fun with me along the way, and turned me over to my new 'master'. At that point I had become a prostitute and I just wasn't aware of it. After that... I did what I was told. They'd take me to a party or a hotel room or someone's house and I'd do what I did. Four months into it someone beat me bad enough to send me to the hospital and I caught the attention of a social worker. He tried to talk me out, get me to go into a program. But I wanted to pass my test. Six months into it, no Ronald. They tried to tell me I'd counted the days wrong, but I knew; I'd counted the days religiously. Finally, they told me that Ronald wasn't coming; I'd failed the test. I told them I wanted to leave. That got me another trip to the hospital. I kept some of my pain meds and, as soon as I got out of the hospital, I sold them on the street. I took the money and ran." "How does Dana fit into it?" "Leave Dana out of this. She's an angel," she snarled at me. "When's the last time you saw Ronald?" "I'm not answering that question unless I've been arrested by the police and I've got a lawyer present. Let it go. If he's dead then this is all over." "Someone killed Kimberly," I said carefully, "after Ronnie had put her through a lot of abuse and brainwashing. It's not over. I'm going to talk to Dana, Veronica I guess I should say. I need to know more about the pimps." "There's not much more to know. Torres, Domingo, Whitey, Loco... We only ever knew one name for them, and they were mean. They'd hurt me if I tried to testify against them." "Tell me about Domingo," I told her. "Big, Hispanic guy. Mean. He liked to beat the girls and was always threatening to cut their throats if they ran. He'd run his finger across their throats when he was making the threat. He was one of the bad ones, but they were all working for someone else." "Who?" "How the fuck should I know? The boss. I don't think they knew his real name. Look, I'll write this down and e-mail it to you, okay? I don't want to talk about this anymore." I nodded my head and gave her my card. I was going to throw a twenty on the table to cover lunch, but, given her history, I decided against that. I'm not a total jerk. Outside I walked to my car, climbed in, and drove once around the block. You can usually tell if someone's following you if you make three left hand turns in a row. Satisfied that I wasn't being followed, I pulled into an alley and parked the car. I had to hurry to get into position to watch the front of the restaurant and I was just in time to see Dakota walking out. After a minute I was glad I'd decided to follow her because I saw handsome Domingo climb out of a car and start walking down the street after her. Apparently I had been followed after all. Or he'd followed Dakota here. I gave it a minute while I scanned for accomplices. Domingo was going to want to know what Dakota had told me, he was going to want to see the terror in her eyes. I didn't think he'd kill her right away. I didn't spot anyone that looked like an accomplice, which agreed with the way he'd tried to kill me, so I dashed across the street and followed them. He started closing up on her, despite her nervous glances around the street, as she approached one of the few alleyways which led directly onto the main street. I gave him a minute to assure himself the coast was clear before starting to close up myself. As soon as he was within five feet of her, I started to run, pulling my batons out and flicking them open. He'd pulled her into the alley and was just getting his knife out when I came around the corner. His eyes lit up when he saw me and he started to say something. I'm of the opinion that if you're holding a weapon in your hand, you use the damn thing. I lunged at him, thrusting into his broken nose with the end of one of my batons. The lunge caught him by surprise; everyone knows that batons are for clubbing people with. Most people. He lost his grip on Dakota and slashed at my wrist with his knife. Then I did club him, breaking his wrist by the sound of things. He dropped his knife and it was all over but for the beating. I know I broke his left clavicle and I tried to break his right knee, but then he was on the ground and the fight was over. I'd enjoyed putting him down, but any more was just sadistic. You may have noticed I'm not much of a sadist. "You okay?" I asked Dakota. "You knew? You motherfucker you used me as bait?" She kicked me in the shins and turned to run. "I didn't know. I just wanted to make sure you got home safe. And I wanted to see if you'd run straight to Veronica after seeing me." I think the self-serving portion of my explanation mollified her more than the noble part. "Thank you," she managed. Barely. "You're welcome. This Domingo?" She nodded. "Well, well, well. Would you like an ambulance, Domingo?" I'm not really sure how to spell his response, my Spanish skills are pretty weak. It was rude though. "You want to file assault charges?" I asked Dakota. After a moment she shook her head. "Okay," I told her. "I spotted him following a woman I've never seen before and figured he was up to no good. I followed him into the alley, heard the woman scream, a fight ensued and the last I saw her she was disappearing around a corner. No ID." "Thank you," she said with a little more feeling and started walking towards the street. "Dakota," I called after her. "Did Ronnie brand you?" "Brand me?" she asked, suddenly filled with rage. "Yeah, he branded me. The day before he sold me to those.... bastards. Want to see?" she demanded. And then, right there in the alley, she pulled her shorts and panties down to show me a patch of scar tissue surrounded by pubic hair, just above her vagina. "He said it was so everyone I serviced would know who trained me. Said that he'd hear if I didn't live up to his training. I'm glad the miserable sonofabitch died a slow, painful death. Serves him right!" she screamed the last words and then pulled up her clothing and left. Domingo had stopped groaning, mostly, so I kicked his injured knee to keep him too preoccupied with pain to think about fucking with me and pulled out my cell phone. 'Eloise or 911?' I asked myself. I didn't want Eloise to get a reputation for being 'my' cop, so I went with 911. Which meant I spent the rest of the afternoon convincing police officers that I was the good guy. It's a hard sell, I'm not always sure I believe it myself. \\\* I wanted to be alone for dinner. I was treating myself to some good Thai take-out and free associating. Something about what Dakota had said bothered me, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Sure, in retrospect it's easy. But you try thinking straight after a fight. It's hard. The doorbell was just another disturbance I didn't want. "Go away," I called. "It's me, Frank." Eloise. Not who I needed to see while I was still coming down from the endorphins of winning a fight. Not who I needed to see when I still wanted to tie her to my bed and use her body any way I wanted. "Go away," I repeated. "Please, Master, may I crawl to your feet?" I dropped the Thai food as I stormed to the door and yanked it open. "Are you fucking nuts?" I demanded, looking both ways down the hallway. She shrugged, as she squeezed past me into the apartment. "It got you to open the door. Besides, you like to hear that. I can tell." She could. I'd been sitting around in just a pair of shorts and, right now, they resembled a tent. "And if someone you know heard you say that?" She shrugged again. "I've thought about it. I'm not all that concerned." "I am!" I shouted and slammed the door. "I don't want to ruin your life." "It's not your choice to make, Frank. Unless, of course, you become my master. Then you'd have a say in matters." The sly, sexy grin gave it away; she was twitting me with her Catch-22 maneuvering. But it hurt too much to be funny to me and I lashed out. "You're a very clever bitch," I snarled. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't throw your uppity ass out of here right now." "Please," she responded in a voice dripping with disdain. "You're ridden by your desires as much as I'm ridden by mine. Admit it, Frank. If I took my clothing off and crawled to you and begged to suck your cock you wouldn't be able to resist. You'd have to restrain me, bend me to your will, use my luscious body for your pleasure..." I broke into laughter. "Luscious?" she asked. I nodded, still laughing too hard to talk. "Yeah, that was over the top. But we need to talk, Frank. You're attracted to me, I'm attracted to you, and your exaggerated sense of concern for me is both infuriating and touching. Life's too short to live in fear." "You're right," I admitted. "We need to talk. I just don't want to see you branded as a freak...." "Well, that's my concern and I'm willing to take the risk. I want to satisfy my desires, to explore them with someone I trust, and you've showed yourself to be upfront and trustworthy and you're not listening to a word I'm saying are you?" "No," I said. I walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a pen and piece of paper. I drew what I could remember of Dakota's brand on the pad and showed it to Eloise. "Is this the design Ronnie was branded with?" I asked her. She took a look at it and nodded. "How many times?" I asked. She thought for a moment. "Seven." "Seven," I repeated. "Seven brands, seven women sold into prostitution." "Prostitution?" she asked. "Oh, I haven't told you about that yet. Come on, I think some of the Thai can be salvaged. You like Thai food don't you?" She did. So we split the food between us while I filled her in on what Dakota had told me. "So," she said carefully about a half an hour later, "you know that Ronnie was selling women into prostitution. And you think that whoever killed him was getting revenge by torturing him." "That's what I think," I replied. She sat back on the couch and tilted her head back to look up at the ceiling. "What...?" I started, but she shushed me. "Quiet, I'm thinking." I sat back in the chair, chewed some Thai food, and admired the view. Eloise was really very lovely. She was athletic, that was for certain, but she carried a little extra muscle on her body that most women would have thought un-feminine. Her breasts, well, I've already waxed lyrical about her breasts. Her breasts, and real hips, gave her that very female form which is hardwired into the male psyche. Deep down in my soul her silhouette stirred ancient instincts that recognized 'woman' and the sweet pleasures of the flesh. "He's a serial offender," she pronounced. I shook my head to get the sex out of it and tried to focus on what she was saying. "Yeah, seven repeats of the same crime. So?" "Which murder is the most important in breaking a serial murder case?" she quizzed me. "We don't know we're talking about murder," I pointed out. "All we know is that Ronnie was selling these women into prostitution." "Humor me," she replied. "Which murder is the most important in breaking a serial murder case?" "The first. That's the one done with the least expertise, when the most clues will be left behind." "And it's often the most personal. The murderer builds himself up until he strikes at someone close to him; he has a closer association with the first victim than he will with subsequent victims. So we need to look at the first victim." "Which we think is Uma." "Uma," she confirmed. "Which means I need to talk to Veronica Emerson." "Better you than me," she told me and put another bite of green curry into her mouth. "Thanks. And what's this sexism about calling the hypothetical serial killer a man? Women kill too." "Women aren't serial killers. That's a guy thing. Women kill for money, jealousy, revenge, or in anger and then they're done with it. They don't get a sexual charge out of it and go on a spree. Mostly." I set down my box of noodles and closed my eyes. "Too spicy for you?" she needled me. "Quiet, I'm free associating." It took me a couple of minutes but I finally figured out what was gnawing at me about Dakota. "I'm glad he died a slow, painful death," I repeated. "Well, he seems to have been a total bastard," Eloise allowed. "No, that's what Dakota said to me. She was angry and she wasn't being guarded. Thing is, I told her Ronnie was dead, but not how he died. Come to that," I added, "she didn't seem especially surprised when I told her Ronnie was dead. I'm just guessing, but it could easily be that she already knew." "Speculation," Eloise pronounced. "I can't even take that to my Lieutenant. He'd laugh at me and tell me to go get some real evidence." I stood up. "Pick me up," I said. She looked at me for a moment and then spread her legs. "Me so horny. I fuck you long time. You like fuck virgin?" she said in a really bad imitation Asian accent. "Ha, ha. Get up and try to lift me." "Waste of time, you're too heavy. I could unbalance you if you like, though," she said, shifting to make herself comfortable again. "You already do," I shot back at her. Yeah, weak, but at least I was in the game. "But that's kind of my point. Ronnie was a little shorter than me, but he was carrying some extra weight. Most women couldn't have gotten him up onto that pipe he was hanging from." "A guy? Maybe more than one woman?" Eloise speculated. "Maybe. I don't know. And he died of suffocation. Someone tortured him to death, and trashed the house." "You think they were searching for something," she observed. I nodded. "Yeah. Maybe. And maybe it was a woman trashing the house of a guy she really hated. Y'all do that." "Not me," she shook her head. "I'd plant a bag of fertilizer and some bomb-making stuff in your car and call Homeland Security." "Good, because I like my apartment clean." We looked at each other for a minute. "Tell me what you want," I told her. She sighed. "In specifics I'm not sure exactly what I want. I want to experiment, to find out what I want. Easier to tell you what I don't want." "Go for it," I prompted her. "I don't want to play I've got a secret. That kind of pain... I'm not interested in pain. Maybe a very little, just so that I know that you can inflict it and that I can't stop you. I don't want to be cut, or marked. I'm not interested in anything to do with scat or age-play. Humiliation... that's kind of exciting, but it's also very scary. I couldn't be strung up in front of a crowd the way you did with Sariel at that club." Her eyes got a little narrower as she remembered about Sariel and looked up at me. "She called me on the phone," I told her. "That's all?" she asked. "That's all," I confirmed. "I was jealous of the attention you gave her, and the cuddling afterwards," she confessed. "Am I allowed to be jealous?" "Yes, but you probably won't need to be. If I'm with you, then I'm with you." "Are you with me?" she asked quietly. I nodded. "Yeah, I'm with you." "Celebration sex?" she suggested just a little shyly. "Take your clothes off," I told her, "and stand up. I'll need to know what your safe word is, too." \\\\ Uncertainty is a big factor in making sex exciting. Let's face it, married sex doesn't hold a candle to first sex with a new person. Why? Because there's no adrenal rush pumping up the heart rate and tripping all those nervous response biological functions. You've got to get to the right place, mentally, for the sex to be exciting. I'm not making excuses for what follows, I'm just saying, there's a lot more to sex than a few minutes of squishy rutting. Particularly when your brain is wired like mine is. Keep that in mind. I'd seen Eloise naked, or nearly so, before, but she was still undiscovered, still new, to me. "Put your hands behind your head," I told her. She licked her lips and did. I walked around her and stopped behind her where she couldn't see me. "Spread your legs," I said. I didn't have to see her face to know that she was blushing. Women are very sensitive about their body image. Everyone knows that telling a woman she looks fat is a bad idea, but think about why that is. For Eloise, this was an incredibly difficult act; she was being judged by a man she was interested in. What made it even worse/better for her was that this position was one she was used to inflicting on other people. I could see her skin twitching. It was heaven for me. Partly because I enjoyed making her nervous, partly because I love it when a naked woman obeys my commands, but mostly because she trusted me enough to give me this gift. The power of consent always lies with the submissive, and when they give it to you... I'm sure I was shaking as much as she was, which was another reason I was standing where she couldn't see me. "You have an exceptional ass, Eloise," I said in my most matter-of-fact tone of voice. In truth, I'd seen better, but if you had asked me to name two I couldn't have. Not to save my life. Besides, those asses were far away and covered in clothing, this one was right there in front of me. I ran my hands over her ass, palms stroking, fingernails gently raking, and gave each cheek a squeeze. "Very spankable," I offered. "Th-" she choked and swallowed before managing to say "Thank you, sir." "And polite," I said cheerfully. "That's good." I walked back into my bedroom and pulled the magic suitcase out from under the bed. True, it's a trifle clichéd, but why change things that work just because they're clichéd? I pulled out a pair of wire nipple shields and walked back into the room. Eloise, I could see, had been wondering what I was up to. I walked around in front of her and met her eyes, smiling at her. "You're doing very well, Eloise," I assured her as I pinched one of her nipples, rolling it back and forth between my finger and thumb. She gasped and her body flinched, but she didn't pull away or protest. I pinched open one of the shields and settled it over her nipple. I smiled when I saw her other nipple was already hard and erect, perfectly ready for the second shield. "You're a naughty girl, Eloise," I gently chided her. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" She nodded her head, unable to speak, and I saw the wetness building in her eyes. She jumped as my hand cupped her mons and closed her eyes. I didn't allow her that privacy, though. I was too far gone into the moment, and right then she wasn't allowed to hide from me. I pinched one of her breasts, hard. "Eyes open," I ordered. She gasped and opened her eyes, looking directly at me. "Better," I said, and released her breast. My other hand traipsed through her soft pubic hair for a few moments before grasping it and giving it a firm tug. Her eyes went wide in surprise. "This, is unacceptable," I declared. "I will not have you hiding your pussy from me, Eloise. Unless it's ugly. Is it ugly?" The shock on her face was electrifying. This wasn't what she had expected and she wasn't certain if it was what she wanted. Uncertainty. I frowned at her, but inside I was smiling. "I'll need to see that," I declared and walked over to my chair. Sitting down, I pointed to the floor in front of me. "Hands and knees, Eloise, facing away from me. Hurry!" I chided her as she moved slowly to obey. When she had complied with my direction I grunted in frustration. "I can't see it, Eloise. Spread those legs, and use your hands to clear away that unsightly hair." She was really shaking by that point and I was certain she was crying. I ignored that, because she hadn't used her safe word. Some of you, no doubt, will be making fun of the big, bad policewoman reduced to tears by a guy telling her what to do. Fuck you. Eloise was pouring her heart out in front of me and I treasured every moment of it. Obeying my commands meant that she had to rest her head on the ground and reach back between her legs to smooth her pubic hair away from her sex. "I still can't see well enough, damnit!" I growled. "Spread those pussy lips, I want a better look at you." She obeyed, and I took a minute to catch my breath before speaking again. "I'm disappointed, Eloise." I paused. "That's a beautiful pussy. Stunning. Why have you failed to keep it neat for me?" It was a shockingly petty thing for me to say; I relieved her fears, raised her hopes, and dashed them down onto the rocks of my disapproval. Cruel? Sure. But I loved it. That moment was almost orgasmic for me. I leaned forward and gave her ass a slap; not particularly hard, because pain wasn't my objective. I was going for shock. She'd just been spanked by a man. "Say, 'I will keep my pussy clean for you, sir'," I told her. "I-, I will k-keep my pussy clean for you, sir," she whimpered. I smacked her ass again. "Louder." "I will keep my pussy clean for you, sir," she repeated. Smack. "Once more." "I will keep my pussy clean for you, sir." "Okay then," I decided, "I forgive you. For taking your correction so well, I'm minded to reward you." You come up with great dialog through the fog of overwhelming lust, I was doing well just to be able to form simple sentences. Unbuckling my pants I dropped them down around my ankles and knelt behind her. I was so hard it hurt. Sorry ladies, strictly average here, but, as we guys with average dicks like to lie 'It's not the size of the rod, but how you wiggle the worm.' Eloise was so wet that I slid easily into her. We both gasped and paused, just savoring the feel of our joined bodies. I reached down, searching for and finding her clitoris and putting my finger tip squarely on top of it. The state she was in, pushing the magic button was enough to do the job. She came, loudly too, which I really, really liked. I didn't have to do anything except hold on, one hand on her hips, the other firmly pressed against her. It took a few minutes for her to calm down and I'm sure she was expecting a dressing down for finishing without permission. I've read about that in a lot of stories and I've heard subs and doms talking about it, but it just isn't something I can get behind. I want my partners to come loud, long, and often and if that means building the mood again before I come then, hey, I can live with that burden; I'm here for the night. I decided to take another tack. I chuckled. "You're a very responsive girl, Eloise. I like that. But you've gotten me all messy." I withdrew from her and sat back in my chair. "Come clean me up, Eloise." If you've never had a blowjob from a woman who needs to please you, then you've never had a blowjob. I'd just given Eloise a mild experience of a type that she had longed for since puberty and I could see her determination to pay me back in her eyes. Her cheeks were still tear-stained, but she wasn't crying anymore. I didn't try to control her, just leaned back and enjoyed the show. And it was very enjoyable. In retrospect I can offer the comment that she wasn't particularly skilled at the physical aspects, but the total package... She was loud, she knew how to play up the visual aspects, and there wasn't anything actually wrong with her physical technique. I was groaning in inarticulate joy in next to no time, which she took as encouragement. I wanted to hold off. No, really. I wanted to sit back and think about baseball and not come so that I could use that 'failure' on her part to lead into some more play. But that just wasn't possible. The best I could manage was to pull out at the last second and come on her face and chest. "Finish cleaning me," I told her. She licked the remaining cum from my cock, milking it a little with her hands, and then smiled up at me. "Was that good, sir?" There's lying, and then there's lying. I'll lie to a partner if it's part of the game, building the mood. But not at a time like that, when emotions are laid bare and our usual social defenses are stripped away. "That was great, Eloise. Clean yourself up." She ran a finger over her face and then, smiling wickedly at me, put it into her mouth and sucked it clean. "Thank you, sir," she said when she pulled the clean finger out her mouth. It was my turn to have trouble speaking, so I just pulled her up into my lap and held her. I don't know how long we just sat there, but my legs were asleep when I finally decided it was time to stop playing. "Time out," I told her. "We'll play some more again, but let's go grab a shower. Do you want to spend the night here?" "Will you chain me to the bed?" "If you like." "Then yes, I'd very much like to spend the night here," she answered. "I've got to be up early, though. I've got a court date tomorrow." There's more, but you don't need the details. We showered, I tied her to the bed, we talked until way too late while I casually explored her body, and then the alarm was going off and she was throwing on clothing and giving me a lingering kiss that I could still taste minutes after she'd run out the door. I cleaned up the apartment and then headed out to run. \\\\ I hate running. I really do. I get hot and sweaty and being out of breath is way too close to the feeling of claustrophobia I sometimes suffer from. The only good thing about running, is stopping. Nonetheless, I do a lot of running. Running away from danger is an essential skill and I hate being heavy and out of shape even more than I hate running. If I go half a mile west I can jump onto the Platte River trail. Gorgeous. It runs past a number of scenic points of interest: the cemetery, the sewage treatment plant, an industrial discharge point, the power plant, the refinery, the slaughterhouse. It's like some sadistic chairwarmer with a grudge against physical fitness and nature thought it would be a good idea to create a nature trail that linked undesirable properties with a strip of asphalt. You don't believe me; look it up. Running is also a good way to free associate, because God knows no sane person wants to actually think about running. But, as with the night before, my favorite investigative technique was coming up blank. Six miles of pretending I wasn't sweating like a pig gave me nothing but a moderate cardiovascular workout. Disappointing. The guy waiting outside my apartment was big, clean cut, and well-dressed. Not attorney well-dressed, but he wasn't buying his suits at Penney's either. He didn't strike me as being a Skylark goon like Domingo, but he was used to scanning a street for danger. He spotted me, but he didn't rush me or tense up. He just waited. I found that reassuring. So I walked up to him. "Frank Devaroux," I said. I didn't offer my hand; my reassurance didn't extend that far. "Mrs. Emerson would like an hour of your time, Mr. Devaroux. I have a car over here." "I need a shower and a change," I tried. "She won't mind," he replied. I nodded. "Lead on." He didn't fall for that one either, just stood there and waited for me to walk over to the car with the open door; open because a second goon was holding it open for me. I shrugged and walked over to the car and got in. Why? Because the car had local government tags and the goons struck me as cops. One of them sat in back with me while the other one drove. We didn't talk. Veronica Emerson, a.k.a. Dana, was waiting for me on a bench in Cheeseman Park. I found that amusing; Cheeseman Park is a notorious place for homosexual assignations. She was smoking a cigarette. Left handed. I sat down opposite her. "Dakota said you wanted to speak with me," she said. I nodded. "About Ronald?" I nodded again. "Is this blackmail?" I shook my head. "What two consenting adults do with each other is no business of mine and the public... I don't much like the public. I just want to hear about Uma." "Who?" she asked. "Uma. She was with you and Ronnie and Sariel on the trip to Dallas. What really happened to her?" "Sariel. I haven't seen her in years," Veronica mused. "She's the one who told you about Dallas, of course. What did she tell you?" "Not much. What happened to Uma?" "Uma. She was very pretty and I always disliked that about her. Ronald, Ronnie, would frequently compare us and I always came out the loser. She was prettier, more obedient, younger. That's why they picked her, of course. It all came back to bite her in the end." She took a long drag on her cigarette. "Ronnie lost seventy thousand dollars, give or take, on roulette at an after-hours club. A grubby, unlicensed place. He'd been... progressively more stupid all evening long. He'd done some cocaine, been drinking. Earlier he'd beaten Sariel so hard that she had to go to the emergency room. Then he decided to go win his money back from the after-hours place and lost all that money. He'd been signing IOUs all evening and the owner wouldn't let him leave without an escort, a great big black man. I think Ronnie thought he could ditch the escort and make his escape, but that didn't happen. After an hour of stalling back at the hotel room, Ronnie finally admitted he couldn't pay." "The escort made a phone call and the owner of the casino showed up with two other men. They threatened Ronnie and he just... gave up, told them he'd do whatever it took to pay the debt, offered them an evening with Uma and me." Veronica smiled a little, but it was a bitter, mirthless smile. "Funny that Ronnie would fold like that. He was always telling us how weak we were, how a real slave could endure pain far beyond what he inflicted on us. They didn't even hit him." "I didn't want to have anything to do with them, but Uma... It was an exciting part of the game to her. She could prove how devoted she was to her master. So she did; right there in the living room. When they were done with her, the owner came over and told Ronnie that he 'trained good pussy'. Then he made a deal with Ronnie. 'Made a deal'. What he did was tell Ronnie what was going to happen and Ronnie nodded his head a lot." "They took Uma with them and told Ronnie he owed them two more girls. They took our driver's licenses, just about everything else of value we had. Ronnie had to re-book the return tickets to get enough money to pay off the hotel room." "What happened to Uma?" I asked. "I don't know. I never saw her after that, never heard anything about her. I paid a couple of investigators to look into it, but they didn't find anything. She vanished." "And the other girls?" I prompted. "He came up with a system. Ronnie always had several submissives at the same time. He picked the girl that was most pliant and started... well, brainwashing her. He was always controlling, and he became even more controlling after that. He moved her through progressive stages until she was ready to do anything for him. Then he moved her into the apartment. That was his idea, to make a little extra money. He told me the guys in Dallas loved that idea, loved his system. They were going to use it in other places." "And after he'd given them two girls they told him he owed them interest and had to work that off?" I guessed. She snorted derisively. "Hardly. He asked them how much they'd pay per girl and he went into business. He used to brag about how he was the only real slave-master in Denver; that everyone else was just pretending." I nodded. I'd heard Ronnie say as much myself. "Why didn't you say anything?" She hadn't met my eyes yet and now was not the exception. "I was an accomplice. Beyond that, he had pictures of me, videotapes. He could ruin my husband without ever once mentioning the girls and if he was arrested for that... he said he'd try to cut a deal and pin the blame on me. Besides, neither of us expected we'd live for long if it looked like we might testify against the men in Dallas. I have a lot of bad reasons." I nodded. I didn't particularly like her stance, but I'd had bad reasons for doing things in the past. I could sympathize, to a point. "People have started dying, Veronica. Ronnie, his latest slave. Someone made an attempt on my life and, of course, Dakota will have told you about Domingo." "Did you really beat him up?" she asked. "Yeah. I've got this thing about violence towards women in general and violence towards me in particular. He annoyed me, so I took him down hard. There's more like him, though. You're going to have to say something, Veronica; testify. They've got to be put out of business." She shook her head. "I won't do that. My husband is a decent man, an honest politician, and this would destroy his career. If it was just my marriage... Besides, they'd kill me. Look, I've told you everything I know. Just take that and go to the police. They can find the evidence they need." I shook my head. "Prostitution rings are broken when the police manage to turn one of the prostitutes and convince her to testify. You and Dakota are the only two I know about. Neither one of you wants to testify." She stubbed out the remains of her cigarette on the bench next to her while she thought. "What if I hired you to put them out of business?" "Mrs. Emerson, before we follow this line of discussion any further I feel I need to remind you that soliciting someone to commit a crime is, in itself, a serious crime and that someone can be charged with soliciting a crime even if no crime is actually committed. Bearing that in mind, what were you thinking of?" "I was thinking of something illegal," she said in a testy tone. "But since that's not an option, what could you legally do to put these men out of business? Can't you dig up something and give it to the police?" "Like what?" I demanded. "Despite what you've seen on television, Mrs. Emerson, the police have far more resources they can apply to a case. I've got time and the ability to pursue methods unavailable to the police. The second is a pretty slim advantage and the first is expensive; particularly when I don't have any idea of what to look for." "Money's not a big problem," she told me. "As for what to look for... Ronnie said he had tapes. Video recordings of all the girls, and some of his dealings with the men in Dallas. I'll pay you to find those recordings. That would be evidence that could be used to put them out of business." Something didn't feel right, but I couldn't figure out what it was. Besides, this is how I pay the bills. "Okay," I agreed. "I'll look for those recordings. I'll fax you a contract later. How are you going to explain hiring me to your husband?" She smiled thinly. "He doesn't need to know. I want you to be very discrete with those tapes. Just give them to me and I'll make certain the proper people get the evidence they need." Then she stood up and walked away. The goons, joined by a third man, escorted her into a waiting car which drove away, followed by the car that had brought me here. I sighed and started jogging towards home. \\\\ It's not particularly difficult to find out information about people, it's just time consuming. I started with the web and then moved into credit reports and from there to bank information and from there to really personal stuff. Most of what I was doing was legal, some of it was even ethical. By the end of the day I had a pretty good picture of who and what Ronnie was: a slimeball. I think we can all agree on this characterization. He was pretty transparent, too; he hadn't tried to hide his illicit income by burying it. Instead, he'd put everything out in the open. On paper, on ether?, Ronnie was a website consultant. He even had his own website offering his services in helping web pornographers develop their sites. He called himself a 'content specialist'. His bank account showed cash deposits that roughly matched the dates on the video footage from the Obedient Sluts website. But there were some other fairly sizeable payments that occurred at irregular intervals; two and three thousand dollar payments. Eloise could probably find out more information, but I had already decided that I wasn't going to use her as a source. She was going to catch a lot of crap when our relationship saw the light of day and it was toss up which was going to be worse, dating a BDSM freak or dating a private investigator. And while it probably wouldn't help public perception of her, I wasn't going to add anything that hinted of inappropriate professional behavior to the list. Which left me... where? One dead client who had hired me to find her dominant. One dead dominant, who'd turned out to be a real bastard brainwashing selected submissives and selling them into prostitution. One legitimate company in Dallas that was apparently the front for a prostitution ring. One former prostitute running a half-way house for abused women. One unwilling accomplice to the dead dominant who'd hired me to find the evidence needed to put the prostitution ring out of business while keeping her name out of it. 'Wait a minute... The only person who'd claimed Veronica was unwilling was Veronica. And the video recordings she'd hired me to find could put the Dallas guys out of business, but they could also put her and her husband into the spotlight of public attention. That would be bad for her husband's political future and her marriage in general.' The more I thought about it, the more convinced I became. Veronica hadn't been at all flustered by the idea of paying me. 'Where does a city councilman's wife get the money to pay a private investigator in a way that won't turn up when the press looks at her finances?' I had to wonder, given that she was left-handed, if I'd been sitting across from the person who'd tried to shoot me. I was pretty damn certain I was being played by someone and that made me mad; I'm the one who plays people, not the other way around. The thing was, Ronnie had been killed and killings are usually precipitated; someone does something that causes someone to go over the edge in a homicidal fashion. Ronnie had done a lot of things that qualified him for killing, but he hadn't done anything new. 'Well... new to him. Maybe new to someone else? Maybe someone found out that daughter/sister/girlfriend had been involuntarily roped into prostitution? Did someone besides Dakota escape?' It would take me months to find out the answers to these questions. It's all work to me, but my clients tend to get cranky after they have to write their third check. Besides, the only paying client I had right then didn't give a rat's ass about who killed Ronnie, she just wanted the tapes. But I wanted to know who killed him. Since thinking, as usual, was getting me nowhere, I decided to go search Ronnie's place before it got dark. Searching someone's house in the dark is about the dumbest way to go about things. Either you have to turn on the lights, thereby alerting any observers that someone is in the house, or you have to stumble around in the dark with a flashlight. You might as well just save some time and call the police yourself. Breaking into Ronnie's house was fairly annoying; if I'd planned ahead I could have stolen one of his keys and just let myself in. I went in through the doggie door, again, and went right to the office. Your average amateur will waste hours looking for the hidden safe or the secret door. Me, I go to where the paper trail is. The office was a mess and searching through it without creating more mess or actually cleaning things up was a pain. It was worth it though. I found a small folder with some forms in it. It seemed that Ronnie was planning to go into business for himself. He'd purchased a domain name, gotten a business license, and even had a business plan. I took a few pictures with my phone and left the file where the police could find it. I kept looking through papers until I noticed the sun was going down and then did a cursory search of the house for the videos. I strongly suspected, though, that they were in a safety deposit box downtown. The paperwork was in the file. \\\* Life is not black and white. It's a mixture of shades of grey. Sometimes doing the right thing produces the wrong results. Yes, I'm trying to justify my decision to break the law. It wasn't hard to do. I got a copy of Ronnie's death certificate from the Coroner's office and then I forged Ronnie's signature on a power of attorney document. I put together a fake driver's license and I rented a week of secretarial help over the internet. Armed with these items I presented myself at the bank to claim the contents of Ronnie's safety deposit box. I know what you're thinking. Cameras, right? Banks are crawling with them. The truth is that most banks have lousy black and white cameras that don't have a lot of detail. A simple wig, a couple of cheek pads, a prosthetic gut, and some tinted glasses can completely change your appearance. I wasn't worried about cameras. The safety deposit box held several compact discs and some manila envelopes. I didn't bother to examine them, I just swept them into a briefcase, thanked the bank official for his time, and left. Just because it's relatively easy to break the law doesn't mean that I enjoy it. At all. \\\* When I got back to my apartment I broke open a manila envelope and took a look at the pictures that were inside. Veronica photographed well, though it's hard to say which was her better side, front or back. It was easy to say that chains and leather became her. The second envelope contained letters from Veronica to Ronnie. Long read made short, Ronnie had been blackmailing Veronica. It looked like she'd gotten a kick out of it, too. Right up until the end when he'd demanded that she have her husband help him get a zoning permit for his new business. The picture started to make a little sense to me. Ronnie blackmails Veronica and she enjoys it. She hates it, but she enjoys it. Ronnie enjoys it too. He's got her helping him with his recruiting. She puts the girls at ease and Ronnie moves in with his brainwashing. Lather, rinse, repeat. Then he starts demanding money from her. She hates it, but she enjoys it. The tone of her letters is clear on this. But then... then he wants her to have her husband do something. She pleads with him, but he's implacable on the matter. 'That's what changed,' I thought. And that's where the danger of shades of grey came in. If I was right, then Veronica, a client, had killed Ronnie to protect her husband. She'd killed Ronnie and then tossed his house looking for the evidence. Why hadn't she just asked, though? Ronnie had folded like a paranoid poker player when the Dallas folks put pressure on him. Why hadn't he just told her where the evidence was and saved himself some torture? He would have, therefore it must not have been an option. I thought about the mask and the ball gag. So.... someone had tortured Ronnie for the sake of torturing him. Vengeance, not interrogation. A knock at the door disrupted my chain of thought and I quickly shuffled the photos and letters back into the manila envelopes. They, and the CDs, went into the briefcase and into the closet. I took a look out the peephole and saw Eloise waiting impatiently. I opened the door and she walked in. "What a day! The friggin' defense attorney..." she broke off as she looked at me and I realized I was still wearing my disguise. "I did something illegal today. Want to hear about it?" I asked as I headed back for the bathroom to remove the disguise. "I don't think so. I wanted you to put handcuffs on me, not the other way around. Was it immoral?" she asked as she followed me. I waggled my hand. "That's debatable. I think a good citizen will be mailing some interesting evidence to the Denver Police Department soon. Speaking purely hypothetically, of course." "Of course," she echoed. "Can we stop talking about this, please? You're making my ethics itch." "Show me where your ethics are and I'll give them a good scratching," I told her. She laughed. How like a bell is my lover's laugh? I beamed. Leered, rather. "Take your clothing off, Eloise," I ordered. I watched, in the mirror, as Eloise stripped out of her clothing. She was naked before I was and stood there quietly, legs spread, arms behind her head, as I finished putting the makeup away. When I was done I turned around and walked over to her. She was blushing furiously and the reason why was immediately apparent to me; she'd shaved. The skin between her thighs was gloriously bare and I smiled when I saw it. "That's my good girl," I praised her. "Such a lovely flower shouldn't be choked by weeds." "Thank you, sir," she whispered. "Follow me," I said as I walked back into the bedroom and pulled out the magic suitcase. Then I walked over and quickly restrained her hands behind her back with the handcuffs. As I've said, there's nothing quite like the feel of metal. Eloise sighed when I tightened them down on her wrists. I took her by the hair and pulled her back until her weight was resting against me. If I moved, she'd fall. It's a simple trust exercise adapted for bondage. I ran my hands over her flanks, belly, breasts, lips. We just stood there for several minutes while I enjoyed her body and she enjoyed her position and my attention. I broke the moment by pushing her forward, hard, and tumbling her to the bed. With her arms restrained she couldn't do anything to break the fall. Going from a back-leaning position to a front-leaning position, forcefully and unexpectedly... it's disorienting. I didn't give her a chance to re-orient, either. I followed her to the bed and flipped her over onto her belly, legs spread wide as I knelt between them. She was flustered and breathing hard and looked at me with anticipation. "Yes, yes, yes, oh please yes, sir," she whimpered. Ladies, if your man is ever having trouble in bed, use that line. Verbatim. She wasn't completely wet when I entered her, but a couple of thrusts later she was. It would be a lie to say I simply took her hard, because I was also trying to ensure that she was getting some enjoyment out of this, but I did take her hard and fast. And at the end, when her cunt was squeezing the last drops of semen out of my cock and we were both gasping for air, she thanked me. Your hardcore dominant would have berated her a little at that point, torn her down a tad and built her up to another screaming orgasm. I just held her for a little while as we caught our breath. Maybe that's why I don't score as often as I'd like. She wanted to lick me clean so I didn't let her. Not at first. I made her get on top and ride me for a little while. None of this pelvic rocking either, I made her squat over me and move herself up and down on my cock while I played with her breasts. That was exhausting work, for her, and a lot of fun for me. When she was panting from the exertion I started to play with her clitoris and her orgasm followed soon thereafter. I held her for a little while, again, before turning her loose on my cock. After, we simply lay on the bed with her head nestled in the crook of my arm. We weren't talking, we were just... being together. My mind wandered a little bit and an interesting idea took root. So when Eloise rolled over and looked deeply into my eyes and asked if she could stay the night I told her no. "I've got work to do tonight; I might even be able to close this case. I'm going to want you later, though. Be outside my door at 6pm tomorrow in a skirt, no underwear. Do you understand?" She looked both excited and disappointed when she nodded her head. "Yes, sir. I understand." "Address me as 'master'," I told her. "Yes, Master," she breathed. I unlocked the handcuffs and watched her get dressed and leave. Then I went to the closet and took out the briefcase. The pictures and letters were easy to scan and then burn onto CDs. The DVDs took a little more work since I had to watch them in fast forward and cherry pick the scenes I wanted. I'll go ahead and offer my justification for what I did right now. Simply put, I decided how I wanted this case to end. I'd been engaged by three separate people to accomplish three separate tasks: find the dominant, find the video recordings, make the case go away. In addition to that, I wanted the people who had killed Daria and kidnapped seven women into prostitution to be brought to justice. The problem was, I thought I knew what had happened with Ronnie's death, and exposing that would have caused more harm to more people. So rather than expose the truth, I decided to create a new one. That's a crime. But I thought I could get away with it. When I finished cherry picking the DVDs I created a second copy of the entire set. The original set, along with the original letters and incriminating photographs, I put into a cardboard box. The edited DVDs, after a quick bleach wipe, went into a zip lock bag. The copy of the DVDs, and a CD with the digital images of the letters, the photos, and Ronnie's documents went back into the briefcase. I ran through an anonymizer website to access the Postal Service website and printed out some postage. Mailing something to yourself is an old, old trick for keeping something safe. I modified it a little bit and mailed my evidence package to myself at my bank. I put on some gloves and assembled a package for the edited DVDs, tipping them into the mailer and sealing it. I put the mailer into a large zip lock and left the apartment. My first stop was a random mailbox. I tipped the edited DVD mailer out of the zip lock and into the mailbox. My second stop was a post office. They were closed, but I used the package drop to mail my evidence package to my bank. My third stop was the Denver Rescue Mission. For ten dollars, one of the guys hanging around outside made a phone call from a pay phone to my house. My last stop was a Holiday Inn off of I-70. I got a room for the night and called Dakota. I told her we needed to talk and asked her to meet me at the bar in the lobby. "Am I going to be attacked again?" she demanded quietly as she sat down across from me. "Probably. Veronica likes to cover her tracks," I replied. "What the hell are you talking about?" she hissed. "Veronica. She convinced you to murder Ronnie. I'm pretty sure you had some help from some of his other victims, hopefully all of them, but I can't prove any of that. I don't think the police will be able to prove it either, unless one of you gets stupid and starts talking. Ronnie deserved to die, so I'm not particularly upset that I can't prove anything, but I think your life is in danger." She stood up and turned away, hesitated, and then sat down again. She waited for me to continue. "Veronica participated in setting you up. She cooperated with Ronnie to make it easier for him to brainwash you. So I asked myself 'How does a strong, angry woman forgive something like that?' The answer was that Veronica had convinced you that she was a fellow victim. Just being sorry wouldn't be enough. Certainly not enough to have you call her 'an angel'. No, she did more than that. I happen to know that Veronica has money. So I'm guessing she financed your rescue of the other women. You'd know where to find them, after all. Your shelter was a good cover, a good place to hide them." "And maybe Veronica was being genuinely altruistic. She hated helping Ronnie, but she loved the control he exercised over her; it was like an addiction that she couldn't stop. But Ronnie went too far. He demanded that she get her husband to help him. And if Veronica has any absolute limits, that's one of them. So she convinced you and the others to kill him. I'm guessing she wasn't even there for it. She went over later, after you'd called her. Probably told you she'd make sure no evidence was found, but she was really looking for Ronnie's video recordings." "The problem, now, is that you and the others are a link to Ronnie's death that can be laid at her doorstep. If you die, the problem goes away. I was wondering how Domingo got involved in this; Daria was killed too soon after going off the air. I figured that was my fault, but he followed you instead of me after the meeting we had. I'm not sure, but I think Veronica was using the Dallas boys to clean up the loose ends. Domingo's in jail, but there were others." "I've taken some steps to shut the Dallas boys down, but so long as you're alive, you're a threat to Veronica. And there's always the chance the police won't get all of the Dallas boys. So my advice is that you and the others should relocate, and I don't want to know where." "He was a bastard..." she began, in a hesitant voice. But I cut her off. "I don't know. I don't want to know. Anything you say on this subject, to anyone besides an attorney, can be used against you. If you tell me and I don't tell the police, then I'm an accomplice after the fact. So if you tell me, I will tell the police. Don't say anything, ever. Okay?" She nodded mutely, stood, and walked out of the bar. \\\* The meeting with Veronica was easily arranged; a phone call was all it took. I chose to meet at the airport because it's very public and guns go poorly with the security arrangements. She had at least one of her goons with her, maybe more, but I only spotted the one as she walked over and sat down next to me. I passed over the original DVDs and the letters and pictures. "My bill is in with them," I told her. "You're a very dangerous woman. But you're a lousy shot." "We all have our limits," she told me after a minute. I nodded. "Murder is one of mine. I can't prove you had Ronnie or Daria murdered, Veronica, but I know you did. And I can prove that you've been involved in some things the public really wouldn't like. That evidence will never see the light of day so long as you behave yourself. No more killings. I won't tell you not to play dirty; your husband's a politician. But no more killing. If you do, then I'll take you down very hard, and very dirty." She studied me very closely and I thought I saw something new in her eyes, hunger. "You surprise me, Mr. Devaroux. I didn't expect this of you." I nodded. "I tend to do that. Don't be late with my bill or I'll turn it over to a collection agency." "Would you take a portion of your fees in... trade?" she asked quietly. I laughed. "You're much too hardcore for my tastes, Veronica; I'm not going to scratch your itch. Besides, I'm seeing someone." "Pity," she sighed. "Why not just take me down, if you're so concerned I might hurt people?" "I have a number of bad reasons," I shot back at her. "Tangling with you is just too messy. Too many bystanders would get hurt. You can trust me not to use this information to blackmail you or your husband so long as I can trust you not to kill anybody." She gave me a long hard stare, followed by the first genuine smile I'd ever seen on her face, and then stood up and walked away from me, trailed by her goon. I waited for an hour and then caught the bus back to the city. I didn't think Veronica would try to have me killed in the airport parking lot, but I wasn't taking any chances. I figured I had enough time to get to the bank and put the contents of that package into my safe deposit box and still make it back to my place in time to meet Eloise. The thought made me smile. \\\* "It's over," I told Regina a week later. "The police have arrested most of Ronnie's partners in Dallas and, I'm informed, a couple of the prostitutes have agreed to testify against them. It's already Metro news rather than A section." "I am, believe me, Franklin, glad to hear this. But you haven't answered my question; who killed Ronald?" "I don't know," I told her in all honesty. I strongly suspected, of course, but I wasn't going to talk about that. What good would it do? If I was right and I proved my suspicions then all I'd manage to do was heap more misfortune on Ronnie's victims. In the balance of things, I thought I could live with letting some brutalized women get away with murder rather than getting 'justice' for a despicable man. Yeah, I'm trying to convince myself as much as I'm trying to convince you. Life's hard sometimes. "The police seem to be working on the assumption that Ronnie was killed by his partners because he was planning to go into business for himself. Apparently they got an anonymous tip about that," I said. "You're not telling me everything," Regina declared, fixing me with that gimlet stare her boys dread and desire. "No, he's not," Eloise said as she slid into the booth beside me. "But he's not telling me everything either," she added. "Do you really want to know?" I asked. "No," they both replied. I shrugged. "It's not a problem then." "I dislike anonymous tips," Eloise said. "They're too pat, too deus ex machina, too likely to be the work of someone with an axe to grind." I shrugged again. "Anonymous tips are part of investigation. Even I get them. Frankly, I'm mostly satisfied with the results of this case: Ronnie's dead and the pimps are out of business. I'd like to know what happened to Ronnie's victims, but the Dallas police are in a better position to investigate that than I am." A little lie, professionally acceptable. "Though I am curious about one point." I turned to look at Eloise, casually, as if her presence at the Munch wasn't my biggest surprise of the month. "When you were arresting me, what did Regina tell you on the phone that made you blush?" She blushed again, which is one of the delights of my life. She wasn't thinking about Sariel or Veronica anymore, either. She would, of course. She's a police officer, and a woman, so she'd think about those two and want more information. But not right now. "She said I should pull your penis out and criticize it and you'd tell me whatever I wanted to know," Eloise said. "My boys love that," Regina said. "Have you ever seen a grown man cry while involuntarily ejaculating? Marvelous!" I sighed. It's not the life I expected, but it's the one I've got, and, all things considered, it's not bad.
Don't Hang Up	33,807	4.51	213,069	[]	It wasn't one of my best days that's for sure. It was just long, and I am so glad its over with. I don't even have someone to share my day with. Someone to help me release some of this stress and tension from my body. It just sucks sometimes to live alone and be between lovers. To make matters even worst, I am horny as all hell. I am just going to jump into the shower and cool off, hoping that would help. Letting the warm water relax my body. I get into bed with just clean panties on. My body still damp from my shower. I slowly drift off to sleep. I am dreaming that I am stretched out on a rock, with the sun shining on my naked body. My breasts are warm to the touch. My nipples are hard. My hands are slowly moving up and down my body, not stopping in any one place too long. I can feel the dampness in my pussy. The phone rings. I am trying to wake myself up not really sure if I am dreaming it or not. I look at the bedside alarm clock and see that its 1:30 a.m. I reach for the phone, and I say hello. At first I don't hear anyone on the other end." Hello?" I say louder, "Is anyone there?" "Are you in bed?" I hear someone say on the other end of the phone. "Who is this? You must have the wrong number," I say. "Oh I got the right number, baby", I hear someone say in a soft smooth voice. "Just lay back and listen to what I am telling you, I am going to make you feel so good." "Can you feel my lips kissing you?" "I can feel your breath in my mouth." "Kiss me back baby." I hear him saying this to me on the phone. "Put your hand on your neck, run your fingers down your throat." "That's it baby, do it now." I hear him tell me. "Slowly run them down to your breast, and don't touch your nipples". "Just feel around your breast baby." His voice and my dreamy state have me even more aroused. I feel my body responding to his commands. His voice is hypnotizing me as I lie there and wait for what is to come next. "Are you touching your breast?" "Tell me how they feel under your finger tips." "They are soft and tender, so very smooth." I tell him. "Just cup them and squeeze them together, have your nipples in the middle of your fingers pushing them out," he tells me. They feel so good when I do what he says. I can feel a gentle breeze from the open window caressing my body. This makes my nipples even harder. "Now you can pinch your nipples," he tells me. "I want you to pinch and twist them gently at first, then work your way to harder." I try not to moan, but he can hear my breathing is changing. He knows I am aroused by what he is telling me to do on the phone. "Wet your finger tips and put them on your nipples as you pinch them." "Yes, I can almost see you doing it for me," he says. "I am stroking my hard cock for you baby." "I wish it was your hands on my cock, making all this pre-cum." I can't help but let out a little moan. I like that he is telling me what he is doing. I can picture it in my mind. It makes me wet. "Move your hands slowly down your body now," he is telling me. "Just touch the outside of your pussy for me." I can hear his breathing faster now. I know he is stroking his cock still for me as he tells me what to do. "Touch your pussy lips for me." "Tell me if you can feel the wetness there." I do as he tells me, eager to be touching my pussy. "I can feel the dampness on my lips," I tell him. "Now just run one finger between your pussy lips, just feel how wet you really are," "It feels so good, I am so wet," I tell him. "Good, now rub that pussy like you like to do it baby." "Play with that clit, getting it nice and hard." "Push back the hood, and rub that clit, just like I would be doing it for you if I was there with you right now." I put him on speakerphone and his voice fills the room, I tell him this. I am pinching my nipples as my other hand plays with my clit like he is telling me. I am rubbing faster and faster. I can feel the pressure building. Getting me to my peak. I am moaning out loud now. "Oh yea baby, it feels so good," I am telling him. "Tell me more, make me cum, tell me when to cum for you," I am telling him. "I want you to cum with me, when my cock is ready to shoot all this hot cum," he tells me. "I am stroking faster for you, feeling my balls fill for you." "Don't stop playing with your clit baby, take your other hand and put two fingers deep inside of your cunt hole for me", I do what he tells me. "Ohhhhhhhhh yessss, I have them buried in me just like you want," I tell him. "Now fuck your hot wet hole like I would be doing to you, and don't stop rubbing that clit either, I want you to cum with me," he is telling me. I am fucking my hole faster and faster. My fingers are sliding in and out. My other hand was rubbing my clit. It was so fucking hard by this point. So very ready to cum I was. "I need to cum, tell me I can, please tell me to cum", I am moaning for him to hear me. "Just a little longer baby, hold it, not yet, I want to cum with you," I hear him say. I can hear him moaning and stroking in the background. Not sure if its his moaning or mine I hear. My nipples are rock hard, and sticking out. My fingers are making the sweet sounds of fucking as they are being rammed into my pussy, faster and faster. "Get ready baby," he is telling me. "We are almost there, faster, faster". "Now, cum now with me now," he is screaming. "Yes, baby, mmmmmmmm oh god Now," "I'm Cumming to, mmmmmmmm ," I am moaning. My body jerks until there is nothing left in me. I slowly pull my fingers out of my slick cunt hole. I hear him softly say to me, "taste them for me, taste your fingers," as if he can see me taking them out. I bring them to my lips and snake my tongue out and take a long wet lick. Then I just put them inside my waiting mouth. "Taste good, do they?" he asks me. "I taste so sweet," I tell him. I feel so very relaxed now, sleepy. "Next time we will use toys baby," he tells me. "Now sleep with a smile on your face." "Will there be a next time?" I say out loud. "I have your number, and you can count on it," I hear him say right before I hear the click of the phone.
Matty Meets Kimmy Ch. 02	34,977	4.67	603,524	[ "love story", "vacation", "camping", "club dancing", "hiking", "romantic", "outdoors", "boyfriend girlfriend", "panties", "anal" ]	Part two in the series. I would suggest reading Ch1 first. Thought I'd wrap up this series with two more chapters, one from Matt's perspective, the other from Kim's. Disclaimer: All characters in this work of fiction are above the age of 18 years. Enjoy! and please comment if you do. \* I moaned in ecstatic agony as Kimberly slowly bobbed her head up and down. She took the length of my cock in her warm mouth, licking and slurping her way to the base then slowly and teasingly back to the tip. "Babe, I'm gonna blow," I grunted Kimberly sucked harder on my penis, sliding her mouth up and down even quicker. I bucked my hips and felt my release. My cock spasmed inside Kim's mouth as she used her fingers around my shaft to milk my every drop. When she saw I was done, Kim simply swallowed then proceeded to lick my shaft clean. She crawled up to my side and lay down beside me. I rolled over and briefly kissed her, showing my appreciation. "So are you excited about Tuesday?" Kim asked as she wiped the corner of her lips. "Uh huh, my bags are packed, I'm set to go," I replied, motioning over to the corner of my room where my grey suitcase stood. Adam and Summer had already left for Adam's folks place for thanksgiving. I normally accompanied them but when Kim invited me down to Miami for the daunting task of meeting her parents I had to accept. It had been ten or eleven months since Kim and I started going out, so she convinced me it was as good as time as any. "Do you think they'll like me?" I asked, smiling to Kim, the beginning of a little game we'd developed. "Well, I like you so I can't see them not liking you," she replied. "Do you think they'll love me?" I followed up. Kim grinned at me; she never once took the bait instead answering with her usual response, "Maybe." I kissed her on the cheek and we fell asleep. \-------------------------------------------------- Tuesday couldn't have come soon enough for me. Matt and I piled our luggage into his car and made our way to the airport. Matt parked, leaving his car in the airport parking lot. We checked in and proceeded to our gate. We didn't have to wait long to board and soon we were airborne. When we landed in Houston for our half an hour layover it was almost six pm. Matt and I took note of the rain pouring down outside as we trekked to our new gate. I don't know if it was the stress of travelling or something else but Matt and I seemed to be bickering the entire day. Now, we were giving each other the silent treatment as we took our seats in the crowded terminal. Matt sat listening to his ipod while I skimmed a magazine. The flight was delayed an hour, but when 7:30 came around we still hadn't' boarded, I began to worry. Then came the dreaded announcement, "American 1128, Dallas to Miami has been cancelled due to severe thunderstorms; please see your closest American Airlines counter for details." Matt and I stared at each other then walked over to the counter. We returned to our pull-alongs five minutes later and began to head outside. We had managed to get on a flight tomorrow morning, and the airline was putting us up in a nearby hotel. As we rode the hotel shuttle to the hotel I called my folks to let them know that' we'd be in tomorrow. Matt and I schlepped our bags into the hotel lobby, by no means a five star lodging but decent enough. We made our way up to the room and Matt held the door open for me. We still hadn't said more than a couple words to each other since the airport. After a couple sandwiches from room service I was getting ready to take a shower. Matt was lain on the bed with his laptop. I had removed my jeans and was walking around the room in just my blue plaid shirt and black cotton thong, looking through my bag for some clothes to sleep in. I noticed Matt's gaze following me around the room; we may have been fighting but that didn't stop our surging hormones. I pretended not to notice, and facing away from him, began to slowly unbutton my shirt. I bent over and packed my shirt into my suitcase. Knowing how much Matt liked my ass, I lingered in that position for a bit, giving him a slight wiggle. When I stood up and turned around, he was readjusting the crotch of his jeans. We smiled at each other as I walked towards him. He set the laptop to the side and reached out a hand to me. I happily took his hand in mine and crawled onto him. Matt kissed me and brought his hands to my chest, letting them roam across the black lace cups of my bra. Matt eventually snaked his way from under me and stood up. He quickly removed his jeans and boxers as I lay on my stomach watching him. I was about to turn over when Matt got on top of me, straddling the back of my legs. I felt his warm palms on the curve of my ass, gently rubbing, then, the wonderful feel of his wet lips kissing by butt cheeks. Matt tugged on my thong, pulling it to around my knees. I lay there smiling as I felt him spreading my butt cheeks, then pressing his manhood between them. Matt's throbbing penis found my vagina with ease and he slid into me. I groaned as he immediately began pumping, his hands still holding my butt cheeks apart. Matt was fucking me a bit rougher than was usual for us; I suspected that he was still working out some of our earlier bickering. While I hated to admit it, I loved it, and it was feeling amazing. Matt's thrusts were hard and deep, the walls of my cunt stretching to accept all of him. My orgasm was swift and hard, sweeping over me as Matt continued to fuck. I felt him slow his pace as the walls of my pussy contracted around him, over and over again. Matt's explosion was quick to follow as he groaned and pressed hard into me, eliciting an unexpected yelp from me. He slowly slid up and down a few times then released my butt cheeks and pulled out of me. Matt lay against my body, kissing the back of my neck as his limp cock dribbled cum onto my ass cheeks. We took a shower and lay together in bed. I was resting my head on Matt's shoulder as he played with the fingers on my right hand, "Babe, I'm sorry for being such a grump today, I think I might just be nervous about meeting your folks, I didn't mean to take it out on you," Matt apologized. I curled my fingers around his hand, "I'm sorry too, and there's nothing for you to be worried about," I consoled. "Do you think they'll like me?" he asked. I grinned and responded, "I like you so how could they not?" "Ahh, but do you think they'll love me?" Matt asked. I paused in thought, I wanted to say the words so badly, but ultimately chickened out, "Maybe." Matt pulled my hand to his face and planted a kiss on the back of my palm. He held me as we fell asleep. \-------------------------------------------------- The next morning Kim woke me up and we got dressed. Thankfully it was a bright and sunny day. We were back to normal, walking hand in hand as we made our way through the airport terminal. The wait at the gate wasn't that long and by nine AM we were in the air. Kim sat in the window seat as I looked over her shoulder to nothing but white clouds outside. A few hours later, we began our decent into Miami International. I rubbed Kimberly's shoulder, gently rousing her from her sleep, "Babe, we're about to land," I whispered as her eyes slowly opened. Kim and I stepped out into the humid south florida weather. We made our way into the middle of four lanes of traffic and stood on the pedestrian island and waited for Kim's dad. It took about five minutes but Kim finally exclaimed, "There he is!" She pointed over to a white range rover that drove up and parked beside us. A tall statuesque man stepped out and walked over to us, "Daddy!" Kim squealed, wrapping her arms around the man. After their brief embrace, Kim turned to me, "Daddy, this I Matt, Matt, my father." I nervously stuck out my hand, palm open. The man smiled at me and shook my hand, his grip firm, "Nice to finally meet you Matt," he said in a light voice. "Nice to meet you too Mr. Kent," I replied. We quickly packed the bags into the SUV and took off. I was sat in the passenger seat. "So where's mom?" Kim asked from the backseat. "Oh you know your mother Kimmy, she's at home cooking up a storm," James replied. The drive to the Kent's place was about twenty minutes. We pulled into a gated community then down the corner into the driveway of a twostory cream colored house. As we entered the house we were struck by the aroma of homemade cooking. "Make yourself at home Matt," James Kent politely invited as we placed the suitcases in the corner of the living room. We all walked into the kitchen where woman was setting out some cutlery. Margaret was tall and slim like her daughter but with short brown hair. She turned around and smiled a smile I had seen on Kim's face a thousand times. "Kimmy!!" the woman yelled as both brunettes hugged. When they finally released each other they turned their attention to me, "And who is this handsome young man?" "Mom, this is Matthew," Kim introduced. The woman hugged me, "Welcome to our home Matthew, we're delighted to have you." "Thanks Mrs. Kent," I replied. We all sat down at the table for lunch. The food was mouthwatering just to look at; the taste was in another stratosphere. We sat there for most of the afternoon as Kim caught up with her folks and they got to know me. We went through the stories how we met and our first date, leaving out the more private details. "So when is this Summer coming down for a visit," Kim's mom asked. "She promises next trip down she's definitely coming with," Kim replied. When we were just about finished, Kim's mom insisted I not help her clear the table despite my offer. "Kim, why don't you show Matt to the guest room," her dad suggested. Kim and I got up and walked through the living room, to a narrow hallway that led to a room. It was quaint but just what I needed. I set my suitcase in the corner and sat on the edge of the bed. Kim walked up to me and I wrapped my hands around her waist, "My room is upstairs on the right," she whispered. I looked up to her and smiled, "I'm not trying to get shot on thanksgiving vacation babe," I replied. She just laughed as she groomed my hair with her hands. We remained there, silent, my head pressed against Kim's stomach as we held each other when her phone began to ring. Kim hung up her phone a few minutes later, "You wanna take a walk with me? That was my friend from highschool, Jessica, she lives right down the road." "Okay," I responded and stood up. We walked towards the front door and saw Kim's parents in the living room, "Hey, we're going over to Jessie's for a little while," Kim informed. "Okay sweetie," Kim's dad replied. Kim and I made the quick trek a couple houses over and rang the doorbell on another twostory house. We waited a couple seconds then were greeted by a curly haired blonde. "Hey Jess!" Kim cried as the two embraced. After Kim introduced us, Jessica invited us in and we sat down in her living room. "So how long are you guys here for?" Jessica asked. "We're heading back Saturday night, you know how it is, finals to study for," Kim explained. The two girls chatted, I mainly listened. "Hey you guys should come out with us tonight? We're going out clubbing," Jessica offered. Kim looked at me. Clubbing was never really my thing, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity of clubbing on south beach. I nodded in agreement with Kim. "Great, we're leaving around nine," Jessica added, "I can pick you up if you want," she added. "No that's okay, we'll take my dad's car, in case we want to leave early, Matt's not much of a clubber," Kim stated. I smiled at her; she knew me down to a tee. That night I sat in the living room, watching Sportscenter with Kim's dad, waiting for her to get ready. I donned a simple outfit, jeans and black short sleeve shirt. The sound of Kimberly's heels on the parquet steps alerted us to her presence. She turned the corner into the living room and took my breath away. Her hair was up, accentuating her slender neck. She wore an asymmetrical bodycon dress, one long sleeve from shoulder to wrist, the other shoulder and hand completely bare. The dress was alternating color of black and dark purple horizontal panels. I stood up and Kim and I made our way to the door. As we walked to the car, I couldn't help but stare at Kim's ass. The tight dress, ending halfway down thigh, spotlighted the wonderful curve of her butt perfectly. Kim's dad also stood up to see us off, "You kids drive safe now," he reminded as he stood in the driveway watching us head off. Kim directed me to south beach and to a parking lot. We walked the one block to the club and met up with her friends. We sipped on a couple of cokes, trying to stay true to Kim's dad's warning, and then made our way onto the dance floor. The music was loud; you could feel it pulsing through your body. Kim's hands were all over me and mine, her. I wasn't much of a dancer but Kim seemed to make it a delight as she rubbed her warm body against mine. After a couple hours, the place had become incredibly crowded. Even staying in close proximity to Kim's friends was becoming difficult. "You wanna take off? Even this is too packed for me," Kim yelled into my ear, competing with the blasting music. "Okay," I shouted back. We said our goodbyes to her friends and made for the door. "Oh my god, these things are killing my feet," Kim bemoaned as she bent over removing her high heels. Seeing as we only had one block to walk, I picked up her petite frame and held her on my back. When we got to the car, I set Kim down and opened the door for her. She began to direct me through the streets of south beach . "Oooo, I have an idea, turn here," Kim announced. I followed her direction and turned. "Make a left up there," she continued. "Now pull up and park there." Kim had directed us to some parking spaces overlooking the water, the beautiful Miami skyline off in the distance. "Why do I get the feeling that you've been here before," I teased. Kim giggled guiltily as she crawled onto me. Her body was warm as we embraced and kissed. I could taste the slight hint of sweat on her skin as I licked her neck. Kim was grinding her body against my crotch as I hiked her dress up to her waist with my hands. My palms roamed across her delicate ass, squeezing her soft warm flesh. My hands kept searching for Kim's panties to remove them. I had made my way all the way up to the small of her back but found no elastic band. I pushed Kim's face from mine and stared longingly at her as it dawned on me, "Kimberly Oliver Kent, where are your panties young lady?" I asked in an almost scolding tone. She smiled at me, "I decided against them, I had a feeling you were gonna get me all heated up tonight," she explained. "Mhmm, well it certainly feels like you're all heated up," I replied, gliding my fingers along her moist sex. Kimberly began to undo my jeans, fishing my erect penis through my boxers. Firmly holding on to Kim's butt cheeks I lifted her up and then down onto me. "You're such a naughty girl, fucking in your daddy's car," I teased. "Mhmm hmm, I'm your dirty girl baby," Kimberly cooed as she lifted herself up and down my shaft. Her pussy was so tight and warm. I was still grasping Kim's ass, almost spreading her cheeks, as I helped her lift and drop herself onto me. At one point, I guess we became too enthused, as on one lift, I lifted her right off my cock. On the drop, my erection slid between Kim's butt cheeks, rudely jabbing against her anus. I don't think it hurt her, but the surprise caused her to yelp. I immediately set her down on my lap and we erupted into laughter. "Babe I'm so sorry, are you okay?" I asked. Kim just giggled, "Yeah, I'm fine, was quite the surprise though," she replied before pausing, "Actually felt kinda nice," she added. "It did huh?" I asked, reaching behind her and using the tips of my index and middle fingers to rub the circumference of her anal rosebud, "You really are my dirty girl." Kim worked her sopping tight pussy back onto my cock. She began rocking herself on me as I massaged her asshole. We resumed kissing, Kim interrupting our smacking lips every few seconds to speak, "Maybe when we fly back home, mhmmm uhh," kiss, " mhmmm we can buy some lube and do some experimenting ahhh," she moaned. I just smiled against her lips, savoring the feel of her tight cunt slamming down on my cock, and her warm asshole against my fingers. "Ohh god baby, I hope you're close because I'm almost there," I grunted. "Mhmm hmm, I right there baby, cum with me," she cooed. We both pressed our mouths together. I felt Kim's pussy squeeze down on my cock as her moans grew higher in pitch. I couldn't hold back, I pushed up hard and felt my cock throb in ecstasy. At the same time I was filling Kim with my spunk, her pussy was dribbling cream onto my crotch. We both moaned in delight, gently squirming our bodies against one another. As our euphoric state subsided we continued kissing. I had pulled my hand from between Kim's ass and was holding her by her back. My penis eventually softened and slipped from Kim's vagina. She was still sat on my lap so we weren't concern with her leaking onto her dad's car. She reached over the glove compartment and retrieved some soft tissues and proceeded to wipe herself as well as my crotch. Kim pulled her dress back down to her thighs and slid over to the passenger seat. We sat there for a while, staring out over the water before I drove us home. The next morning I was up around eleven. I brushed my teeth and put on some shorts over my boxers before wandering into the kitchen for some juice. Kim's mom was getting ready to prepare thanksgiving dinner and her dad was reading the paper. "Morning Matthew, Happy Thanksgiving," she greeted. "Good morning guys, happy thanksgiving," I replied. "Late night for you guys huh?" she asked. "Yeah, but it was nice meeting some of Kim's friends," I responded. "Speaking of Kim, she's still sleeping, why don't you go wake her up, you guys can still have a late breakfast." I turned and walked up the stairs to Kim's bedroom. Slowly prying the door open, I spotted my brunette angel curled up in the middle of her bed. I curled up beside her and gently pressed my lips against hers. It took a while but I eventually felt a response on Kim's mouth, and a shallow whimper. I pulled back and watched as she opened her brown eyes to me, "Hey beautiful, you gonna wake up this morning?" I softly asked. She just smiled at me. I cleared her hair from her face and we just lay there staring at each other. Gazing upon Kim, she looked so adorable; I figured this was as good as a time as any, "Kimmy, I have to tell you something, and I can't go another second without saying it." I watched as her eyes locked on to me, then I just blurted the words, "I love you." I stared at Kim as she lay there silent for a few seconds. She had gotten almost teary eyed, "I love you too Matt," she replied. We both held each other's hands as we kissed. \-------------------------------------------------- "Gimme a few minutes to brush my teeth and changed," I whispered as I rolled off the bed. Matthew just lay there while I pottered around the room going about my business. As we walked down the stairs, I was almost giddy; finally we had expressed our fullest feelings to each other. We made our way to the kitchen and I made a quick breakfast for Matt and myself; toast and eggs. After breakfast, Mom sent us to the grocery for some last minute items. Matt and I couldn't be happier as we walked through the aisles. When my phone began to ring, Matt was across the grocery in search of some seasonings. "Hey Summer!" I greeted into my phone. "Hi Kimmy, so how's your trip going so far?" "Better that I could have imagined Sum." "Oh really, do tell," Even though Summer couldn't see me, I was blushing. "Matt and I told each other that we loved one another this morning." I had to hold the phone away from my ear as Summer's high pitched squeals blasted out of the speaker. "I'm so happy for you two," she finally stated after calming down. "So where is Matty? Is he around?" Summer asked. I spun around in the aisle but didn't see Matt, "He's around here somewhere, we're at the grocery, want me to find him?" "No, just tell him "hey" from Summer and Adam, see you guys when you get back, Love yah babe." "Okay Sum, tell Adam "hi" for me, mwah." After I hung up I went out in search of Matthew. Thanksgiving dinner was an absolute feast. I felt so bloated as I helped my mom clear the table. Under mom's insistence, Matthew was in the living room watching football with daddy. The next day flew by, and soon enough, Matt and I found ourselves seated next to each other, as the plane ascended into the air. "I'm really glad you came down to Miami with me for Thanksgiving," I said to Matthew. "I am too babe," he replied, kissing me on my knuckles. By the time we landed it was late. Matt and I hustled to his car and drove to my place. We were so exhausted from travelling I convinced Matt to just sleep at my place. The apartment was empty, Adam and Summer weren't due back till tomorrow. Trudging our luggage into my room, Matt plopped down on the edge of the bed, bending over to remove his shoes. I stepped up before him and ran my hands through his hair. "I'm gonna take a nice warm shower then hit the sack," I stated. "Okay sweetie, let me know when the shower's free," he replied. I was standing between the bathroom doorway when I turned back to Matt, "You know, you're more than welcome to join me for a shower." Matt smiled at me deviously. "No hanky panky though! We just got done saying how tired we both were," I warned. Matt just laughed as he followed me into the bathroom. I turned on the shower beforehand to warm up and we both stripped. Matt followed me into the tub, under the warm stream of water. It all started as a regular shower just with someone in the tub as well but at some point, Matt began to lather my body. Now I was standing here as he kissed my neck and soaped my back, his hand venturing lower. I just went along, enjoying the moment. I took notice of the amount of time Matt spent lathering my butt. His hand must have been buried between my cheeks, playing with my anus for the past five minutes. "I thought I said no hanky panky mister," I faux complained, kissing his cheek. "Babe, you know me, you should consider yourself lucky you're not bent over with me cock deep in you wonderful pussy," he stated. I burst out laughing. "You sure are spending a lot of time back there," I mentioned, his index finger gently pressing against my anus. "You remember what you said about experimenting? I thought we'd ease into it," he smirked. "Oh really, and what do you propose?" I asked intrigued. Matt stared at me with a purposeful look on his face, "Sweetie, what I'm about to say. . .and do, well let's just say it's gonna get weird so I'm apologizing upfront. What I'm about to do is, kneel behind you, and I'm gonna start licking your asshole. I'm gonna do this until you ask me to stop." Matt's words were calm and blunt. I stood there in a daze, I knew for a fact that Matt could see how red my face had become. He then proceeded to step behind me and I offered no protest. Matt knelt down and I felt his hands spreading my butt cheeks. I wasn't sure what to think or do, but I had to admit, it was all very arousing and exciting. I felt Matt's warm breath deep between my ass cheeks then his tongue. At first he just made circles around my anus, which to be honest were a bit ticklish. Then I felt the broad surface of his tongue press against my asshole and drag itself upwards. I found myself moaning and lowering my hand to my vagina. Matt licked my asshole a few times, then I felt the tip of his tongue right at my tight opening, I couldn't believe he was really doing this. He pressed gently and the tip of his tongue slipped into my anus. I felt him wiggling around then thrusting in and out. My fingers were circling my clit with a frenzied pace as I grew accustom to these new sensations. Matt went back to licking my anus then I felt him pull back, only for a finger to position itself where his tongue had just been. Matt gently eased his index finger into my ass, squirming it around, then sliding it out and in. I was about to cum, my toes had curled and I couldn't stop moaning. I felt the muscles in my groin contract as my body shivered. I could feel my anus squeeze down on Matt's thrusting finger, while my own fingers rubbed my throbbing clit. Matt was still sliding his finger in me when my orgasm had subsided. I reached behind and pulled his finger from my butt. I then stood him up and kissed him, sucking on his tongue, "That was amazing," I panted. "Glad you liked it," he replied. "I guess I can't let you go to bed like this, neither of us would ever get any sleep," I said as we both looked down at Matt's rock hard erection. I positioned Matt against the wall at the end of the tub, out from under the downpour of water. I gladly knelt down infront of him, taking his beautiful throbbing penis in my hands. As water beat down on my back, I began to lick the base of Matt's shaft, all the way to the top. I planted a few teasing kisses on the tip of his cock, then licked my way back down. I did this twice before sliding him into my mouth. I loved the feel of Matt's hard cock filling my mouth. I could feel his every bulging vein, pulse against my lips as I slid him in. Directing my eyes to Matt's face, I began sliding him in and out of my mouth. Matt placed his hands on my head, guiding my rhythm to his liking. I was more than happy to let him set the pace as I dragged my tongue along the base of his shaft. After a few minutes, Matt let go of my head. I grabbed hold of his cock and slid him from my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his bulbous tip, then began stroking him with my hand. "You ready to cum baby? You gonna cum on your sweet Kimmy's little breasts," I urged. That was all the encouragement Matt needed as he jerked his hips and globs of his white cum shot from the tip of his penis. I stroked faster and faster as his cum landed on my chin and breasts. After I squeezed the last bit of spunk from Matt, I stood up and give him a peck on the cheek. I then stood beneath the water, letting his seed wash away from my body and down the drain. We finished up with our shower, got dressed and went to bed. As we lay together in bed, Matt's arms around me, my mind was rethinking what had just happened, "Babe?" I whispered. "Yeah," Matt groggily replied. "Was that the first time you did something like that?" I asked, curiosity running riot in my mind. "Eat out someone's ass?" Matt chuckled. "Mhmm hmm," I confirmed. "Yeah, it was the first time I've done something like that," he replied. "Weren't you. . .ummm, grossed out?" I hesitantly asked. There was a slight pause before Matt spoke. "I thought I might be at first, but once I was down there, to be honest, I just thought to myself, this is my Kimmy, there's nothing to be scared off," he explained, "That's when I, umm, dived in," he chuckled. Matt kissed the back of my neck as I held his hand close to me. "Babe?" I whispered again. "Yeah sweetie?" "You know that store on the corner of Oak and Vine?" I asked, "The one with the black and red door?" I clarified. "The sex store?" Matt chuckled, playfully poking me in the stomach. I was glad he said it, because I wasn't sure if I would have been able to. "I think we should go there sometime, maybe pick up some stuff." I mumbled. "That sounds fun, but I hope you don't think that I'm bored with our relationship or I think it needs spicing up, I'm more than delighted being just with you, you're everything to me Kim," Matt stated assertively. I breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to face Matt, "The same goes for me, I just think it could be a lot of fun, like you said." "Okay sweetie," Matt replied. "Babe?" I whispered a final time, smiling into Matt's eyes. "Yes my dear?" Matt sarcastically replied. "I love you," I proudly stated. "I love you too Kimmy," he replied, leaning over and kissing the tip of my nose. Soon after our conversation we fell asleep cuddled up together. The next morning I was up around nine. I left Matt sleeping and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. He came shuffling in about fifteen minutes later. "Hey are you coming with me to pick up Summer and Adam?" he asked. "Sure, what time is the flight landing?" "Well I just checked on my phone, they should be landing in an hour," Matt replied as he poured himself a glass of OJ. "Okay, well we better get a move on." Matt and I quickly got dressed and headed off to the airport. The next two weeks were completely hectic. I hardly saw Summer, much less Matt. The first week was spent studying for finals, and the next was the actual week of finals. I was so relieved after I wrote my final exam. \-------------------------------------------------- "So what do you have planned for the next week?" Adam asked as he took a shot. We were down at the park just shooting the basketball around. He was referring to the free week we all had before everyone left. I was headed to California to see my sister for Christmas, Kim was going back down to Miami for a week, and Adam and Summer were headed to her folks' place. "Nothing really," I replied, catching the ball under the rim and tossing it back to him. "Well if you're up to it I have a suggestion." "What's that?" I asked. "I was down at our storage container yesterday to get some of my winter gear for the trip north; I saw our old camping stuff. We should take the girls camping for a couple days." I thought about the idea as I tried a hook shot, "I dunno man, I don't think Kim's much of an outdoorsy person, bathing in an ice cold lake isn't quite her thing," I replied. "Come on man, it'll be fun, a little hiking, camp fire, fishing, grilling some hot dogs," Adam argued. "Okay, I'll ask her." I was pleasantly surprised when Kim agreed to the camping trip. She even seemed excited. It was still dark out that Monday morning when Adam and I packed his car up with our North Face bagpacks and the cooler. The morning air was crisp and chilly. We drove across campus to pick up the girls. Waiting in their parking lot, I got out when I saw the girls coming then helped them store their bags in the trunk. "Better enjoy it now Sum, there's no Starbucks out in the wild," I commented as Summer sipped on her coffee. She smirked at me as steam rose from her cup. The drive to the trail head was about an hour and half. By now the sun was out and felt wonderful in the cool air. Adam parked and we all got out and retrieved our bags. Kim smiled up at me as I helped her adjust the straps on her bag, tightening the shoulder straps, and fastening the waist clip around her tummy. "Too tight or too heavy?" I asked. She took a few steps to gauge the feel, "I think its fine," she replied. Adam made sure to lock the car and then we set off on the hike along the trail. The trail was pretty tame, with only a few mountainous sections proving to be a bit challenging. Adam and I took turns carrying the mini cooler which stored some drinks and the hotdogs and hamburger patties, along with some sandwiches the girls had prepared. The cool air provided for a comfortable feel as we trekked along to the campgrounds we had selected. Around noon, we found a clear spot along the trail to stop for lunch. Summer helped Kim get the turkey sandwiches. The four of us sat in a circle as we ate. I was really proud that the girls only complained about their feet hurting only once thus far. I told them this much and was thanked by a bottle of water flying towards my chest. "Okay, we should get going if we wanna reach the campgrounds before dark," Adam stated as we all got up. "Wait I have to pee," Summer announced. "Well babe, get to it," Adam replied. "Do I just go anywhere?" she asked. Adam and I looked at each other and erupted with laughter. We both received playful jabs from our counterparts. "Come on sweetie, I'll come with," Kim defended. Adam and I took a look at the gps while the girls made their way into the woods. When they returned a couple minutes later, we continued along the trail. We all breathed a sigh of relief as we came upon the campgrounds. The sun was just about getting ready to set and the temperature had dropped slightly. After picking out a nice spot along the lake, Adam and I gathered up some wood and started a fire. We then turned our attention to setting up the two tents. It was a simple task, made even easier by that fact that two of us had done it many times before. When we were done, we went over to help the girls, but by the looks of things, they had everything under control. Summer had set up the metal grill contraption over the fire and was grilling up some hotdogs while Kimberly was setting out some paper plates with the hot dog buns. In no time at all we were sat round a roaring crackling fire enjoying our dinner. As Kim went round the circle collecting the paper plates in a little garbage bag, she looked out over the lake. "Babe shouldn't we be getting cleaned up before the sun goes down?" she asked. I looked up to her, "Kimmy, I was joking about bathing in the lake, do you know how cold that water is?" I replied. "I don't mean to actually bathe with soap and stuff, but just to rinse our skins, we've been hiking all day, I can't go to sleep all sweaty like this," she explained. I looked out to the serene water; the sun was still sparkling on its surface, even watching it made me shiver in dread. "Sweetie, that's what camping is all about, not showering for days on end," I replied. "Baaabyyyy. . . .pleeeaasee, don't make me go in alone," she pleaded, turning on her sweet childlike voice, knowing very well I wouldn't be able to turn her down. I looked over to Adam and Summer who were chuckling at me, "Are you two joining us?" I asked. They looked at each other and then to me, "Sure why not," Summer replied, grabbing Adam's hand and standing him up. Kim gleefully retrieved two towels from mine and her bags and we made our way down to the water. Standing on the edge of the lake, the four of use stripped, Adam and me down to our boxers, the girls down to their bra and panties. In swift motion, we all plunged into the lake. When our heads rose above water back into the air, our blood curdling screams must have spanned the lake. "Ahhhh COLD COLD COLD!!" Summer cried as she hugged onto Adam for warmth. I don't think we lasted a minute before we all rushed for land. I helped Kimberly out of the lake and wrapped the towel around her. She quickly dried her body with the towel then gave it to me to dry myself. Adam and Summer did the same. We all got changed into some warm sleeping clothes and hung our wet underwear on a nearby tree branch. The four of us sat on logs around the fire chatting. Kim had her legs stretched out, resting her feet on my lap as I rubbed her sore ankles. As the night drew on, I noticed Adam nodding off, Summer saw it too. "Come on sweetie, let's go to sleep," she whispered to him then led him off to their tent. "Night Matty, night Kimmy, see you guys in the morning." "Night Sum," I replied as I watched her zip up her tent. Kim and I waited for the fire to die down before we decided we should get to sleep. I made sure the fire was completely out before I followed Kim into our tent. It was quite roomy as it was meant to sleep four, so to the two of us it was more than enough space. I zipped us in and we got into our sleeping bags. We were lay there no more than five minutes when Kim began shifting in her bag, "Baby, it's so cold, I'm freezing," she whispered. I had to admit, it was a bit colder than I expected it would be. I jostled my body in my sleeping bag, "Why don't you come here in my sleeping bag, I'll keep you warm," I replied. The silence in the tent was interrupted by Kim unzipping her sleeping bag. She was about to climb into mine, when I unzipped as well. She looked at me confusingly as I sat up and laid her down on her back. "You know sweetie," I whispered as I slid my way down to her feet, "If there's one thing I know about you, it's how to warm you up," told her as I began to tug on her plush cotton sweat pants. When her pants were around her knees, I started on her cotton undies. We were in complete darkness, so I switched on a tiny led flashlight I had in the tent with me so I had some idea what I was doing. "Baby, what if they hear us?" Kim whispered. I smiled as I crawled up to her and kissed her on her lips, "We'll just have to keep quiet," I replied before returning to sitting at her feet. Kim's panties and sweats were now around her knees and I stared down at her pussy. I leaned down and licked the length of her slit. "Mhmmm, aren't you glad I took that dip in the lake now as opposed to being all sweaty," Kimberly cooed. I smiled up at her as I wiggled my tongue between the lips of her vagina. I pulled back, "Actually babe, it wouldn't have made a difference, there's nothing that could keep me away from this cute pussy of yours," I replied, before lowering my face to her snatch once more. "Ewww, you're such a dirty boy," Kim teased. After licking up and down Kim's slit a few times, I spread her flowery lips, staring at her tempting pink flesh. I pressed my tongue against her opening and licked, tasting her wonderful juices that had begun to seep from inside her. I slid my thumb up a little and gently circled her clit. As I pressed my tongue into Kim's moist opening I rubbed her slippery nub. I felt her body squirm around me and smiled to myself knowing how hard she must be fighting herself not to moan out loud. Kim raised her hips to my face. I happily gave her what she wanted, sliding my tongue deep inside her. I felt Kim's hands through my hair, which only urged me to increase the pace with which I rubbed her clit. I was sliding my tongue in and out of her now, enjoying her warm, wet, and tight womanhood. I could hear soft whimpers begin to escape Kim and I knew she was close. I kept up with my heightened pace, rubbing her sopping pussy, sucking on her juices. Kim's legs tightened around my head as her hands clutched firmly onto a clump of my hair. Kimberly was suppressing her moans so much it almost sounded like she was crying. I slurped up Kim's oozing cream as her body continued to twitch and shudder around me. When I heard her let out a satisfying relieved sigh, I pulled my face from her vagina. The light from my flashlight shone onto Kim's body. I stared down at her pussy; her lips were red and throbbing, her entire crotch glistening with her juices. I reached into my bag a got a tissue. I wiped the sides of my mouth then Kim's skin. I helped her pull her panties back up, then her sweats. "Feel warmer now?" I asked. Kim just smiled at me as we both got into my sleeping bag. I zipped us in and cradled Kim's body in mine, pressing my face against the back of her neck. "Now I feel warmer," I heard her whisper as she wiggled against me, trying to get comfortable. \-------------------------------------------------- The next morning I awoke alone in the tent. I went outside smiling up to the clear blue skies. I found Summer by the fire spot reading a book, "Morning hun," she greeted, "Want some cereal?" "Hey Sum, sure," I replied. I sat down beside her as she got an individual container of frosted flakes and a mini bottle of soy milk out of her bag. "So where are the boys?" I asked, while pouring the milk into the white plastic container. "Over there, trying to catch us lunch they said," Summer pointed handing me a plastic spoon. I stared out to the lake and saw two guys in the distance, with fishing lines in the water. I smiled and put a spoonful of cereal in my mouth. "So you two sounded like you had a nice night?" Summer asked. I almost spit the entire mouthful of milk and cereal. Coughing to swallow I turned to face Summer, my face must have been beet red, "Oh my god you guys heard us?!" "Just me, Adam was already asleep." I blushed profusely as I ate another spoonful. "I guess Adam and I win the prize for the quieter couple," Summer smirked. I looked at her with, my eyes bulging. "You two? Last night in your tent?" I asked, waiting urgently for a response. Summer smiled at me, "Yep, as soon as we got into the tent, Adam suddenly went from sleepy to wide awake. I gave him a blowjob and he fingered me. Then we were both tired out," Summer explained. We both giggled and I went back to my cereal. "So what about you two?" Summer asked. I suddenly was blushing again. "Come on, I told you, now I want the goods," Summer insisted. "Well I told Matt I was feeling cold, so he invited me over with him in his sleeping bag. I got out of mine, next thing I knew he was pulling my pants down and going down on me. Let's just say when he was done I was no longer feeling cold," I explained to Summer. I finished up with my cereal and threw the container in our ever-growing garbage bag. "Sum. . .can I ask you something?" I hesitantly asked as I sat back at her side. "Sure Babe, what is it?" There was a long pause on my side of the conversation, "It's kind of personal," I warned. "That's okay Kimmy, shoot," Summer encouraged. "Have you and Adam. . ." I stammered, "Oh my god I can't believe I'm asking you this, have you and Adam tried anal?" Summer kept a straight face; I'm sure for my benefit. "Are you and Matt thinking about it?" she asked, skirting my question. "Well we've done a little playing around, but not the actual thing," I explained. "What's playing around mean?" she asked. "Ummm, well he rubbed my butt while we did it once, you know. . .my hole. And another time, he licked my, umm, hole, in the shower while I masturbated," I confided. "Well it sounds like you're certainly on your way. You should know there's nothing to be scared of, and once you get accustom to it, it feels really wonderful," Summer replied. "So you two have done it?" I asked again. "Yeah, Adam and do it once in a while, when we're feeling extra naughty, it's definitely not an every time thing," she explained. Somehow Summer's admission filled with me with relief. "So, what's it like the first time?" I asked. "Hmm, I remember being scared, but looking back, there was nothing really to be scared of, Adam was really sweet and gentle, like I'm sure Matt will be." "Did it hurt?" I followed up. "When I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my opening, I was so nervous I was shut tight, it took a little while for me to relax. He got the head in and began to slide further in. There're was a little pain, but once you learn to relax and concentrate on opening yourself up, it all goes away pretty quickly. He slid in all the way shortly after." "Wow, and what does it feel like, you know, when he's in you?" I eagerly asked. Summer smiled, "It's a wonderful, filling feeling, I don't know how to explain it, but I know my clit was throbbing like crazy. Then when he slides in and out, oh my god, I think I'm getting a little wet just thinking about it." We both laughed and let the conversation go from there. When the boys were back, Summer and I smiled up at them from our seated position. "So boys? Where's lunch?" Summer asked. Adam and Matt set down their fishing poles and took a seat beside us. "Didn't catch anything worth eating," Adam replied. Summer and I giggled, "Thank goodness we have enough sandwiches. Can you believe that Sum, our big brave hunter men would have us starving if it wasn't for their girlfriends," I teased. "Oh is that how it is missy?" Matt replied as he reached over and tickled me mercilessly. After lunch, Matt and I were laying on a grassy spot staring up at the sky, watching the clouds drift by. My ipod provided us with some of Matt's indie rock music, a playlist he had made for me, along with some speakers he gave me as a present a while back. I lay perpendicular to Matt, resting my head on his stomach; I could feel his tummy move up and down every time he breathed. "This is nice, I love the smell of pine," I commented as I took a deep breath. Matt remained silent as he played with my hair. "So is you sister happy you're visiting for Christmas?" "Yeah, haven't visited for almost a year so they're pretty stoked. She keeps telling me how excited Kelsey is," Matt replied. "Awww, you better take lots of pictures to show me," I instructed. "What about you? How are you gonna hold up an entire week without me?" Matt teased. "I think I'll manage," I calmly replied. "Well, it's gonna be torture for me," Matt admitted. I smiled to myself, and closed my eyes. For dinner, the boys grilled up some hamburgers. We sat around the fire while we ate. "So no lake bath tonight babe?" Matt asked. I grinned at him, "Nah, it's not like we were hiking all day," I replied. Matt began laughing, "Too cold huh?" he teased. I finished the last bite of my burger and nodded. Adam and Matt spent the next hour and a half trying to scare Summer and me with their ghost stories. We found them more humorous than anything. It was around eleven when Summer stood up, "Okay kiddies, I know I'm gonna need my full eight hours for our hike back tomorrow so good night." With that, she made her way over to her tent. Adam stuck around to help Matt put out the fire, "Okay guys, see you in the morning," he stated as he followed Summer into their tent. Matt and I followed suite and made our way to our tent. Once inside, Matt zipped up our door. I found his flashlight which was in the corner of the tent and switched it on. I pointed it to him as I watched him lay down. "You look cold," I whispered, coyly smiling. "I do?" Matt asked. "Yup, you look like you need some warming up," I replied, as I pulled his track pants and boxers down his legs. I held the light over his limp penis and smiled. Reaching out my hand, I grasped his soft flesh and stroked, watching in delight as he came to life right before my eyes. It was truly a wonderful experience, feeling him become fully hard in my grasp. I handed Matt the flashlight and he pointed it at me. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my sweats and slid them along with my panties down my body. I giggled as I saw the light move from my face down to my crotch, remaining there. "See something you like?" I teased. "Everything I see I like," Matt quipped. I hurriedly crawled onto him. Holding his cock in my hands, I pressed his length against the lips of my pussy, rubbing up and down his sturdy manhood. I knew I was ready when Matt's cock slid against my lips with ease. I raised my body and held Matt's penis in place. Matt had raised the light to my face and was staring at me as I began to lower myself onto him. I inched my way down till Matt was all the way in. I loved the feeling of him throbbing inside me; I sat there motionless savoring the moment. After taking a moment for myself, I began to gently raise and drop myself on Matt's cock. I had to fight with all my might to keep from moaning out loud. I wish I could see the look on Matt's face, but the only light in the tent was focused on me. I began to emit shallow moans as I slid faster up and down. Matt's cock was so warm, and his girth stretched my walls every time I sank onto him. I was eventually able to control my breathing and suppress my urge to cry out. There was total silence except for the slapping sounds our bodies made when my butt cheeks came crashing down on Matt's thighs. I felt my imminent orgasm and clenched my teeth as I swallowed my moans. My pussy clamped down on Matt's shaft and held on tightly to the sides of his waist. "Ohh fuck baby," I softly cooed, as my toes curled and i felt my body shiver in ecstasy. I could feel a rush of my juices flow out of me as an electric feel of passion travelled through my body. When I came to rest, I sat motionless atop Matt. He was still rock hard inside me, my pussy throbbing sporadically; residual effects of my climax. I began to rock my hips, squirming my cunt around Matt's erection. "Tell me when you're getting close baby," I warned. Matt let out a shallow moan in acknowledgement. I spent another couple minutes grinding against Matt when I felt his hands on my hip, "I close babe," I heard his desperate gasp as I stared into the darkness of his face. As fast as I could, I slid my body off of Matt, and lowered my head to him, slipping his pulsing cock into my mouth. The taste of my fresh juices on his warm flesh was amazing. I sucked hard on Matt's cock, sliding my head up and down with considered pace. Matt raised his hips to my face, and I felt his warm cum hit the roof of my mouth. I continued sucking on Matt, draining every drop he had to offer. When I sensed he was done, when his cock had stop twitching in my mouth, I sat up and swallowed hard. I felt him pulling me down to lay at his side and we kissed. I moaned as I felt his tongue swirl around in my mouth. After a few seconds I broke our kiss, "I figured that would save us on some cleanup," I giggled. "I dunno babe, I feel like my entire crotch is soaked," he teasingly replied, raising the light to my face to see me blush. I retrieved a tissue from our bag, and after wiping my mouth, I tended to his crotch and my moist vagina. We climbed into Matt's sleeping bag and he zipped us in. I calmly fell asleep with the taste on Matt's cum still lingering in my mouth. The next morning we were all up pretty early. After a quick breakfast the guys began to dismount the tents while Summer and I packed up all our stuff. When Matt returned from disposing our garbage at the campsite dumpster, we started out on our hike back to the trail head. \------------------------------------------------- The day was a tiring one, but finally, we had reached the parking lot. We were all exhausted as we packed our stuff into the trunk of Adam's car. Kim was practically asleep the moment her head hit the headrest in the backseat. I offered to drive if Adam was too tired, but he said he was fine. When we got back to the girl's apartment they both exited sluggishly. They were making their way to the trunk to get their stuff when I stuck my head out the window, "Don't worry about your bags, I'll bring em by tomorrow," I offered. They seemed delighted as they turned and walked towards their building. Adam and I sat there watching them walk like zombies. When we saw them enter their building we drove off. The next day, I dropped by the girls' place. I knocked at their door using my foot, each of my hands clutching a camping bag. Summer let me in and showed me where to place the bags. "Thanks so much Matty," she stated. "You're welcome Sum, so when do you and Adam leave?" "Uhh, tomorrow afternoon," she replied. "Okay then, tell your mom I said hey." "Will do Matty." Just then Kim came strolling in from her room. She approached me and kissed me on the cheeks, "Hey sweetie, what are you up to today?" I greeted. "Hey babe, nothing much, wondering if you wanted to take a drive with me?" "Sure," I replied, "Catch you later Sum," I added. Kim and I were out the door and walking down her hallway, "So where are we going?" I asked. "I thought we'd spin by the place on Oak and Vine," she replied, smiling up and me. "Really?" I asked excitedly. "Uh huh, I figured, Summer and Adam leave tomorrow afternoon, you and I don't leave till the next day around lunch time, we have our apartments to ourselves for a night, what better time right?" I returned her smile and walked a little bit quicker to the car. I held the black and red door open as Kim walked in before me. The place was brightly lit with fluorescent lights. The shelves were filled with colorful items, and there seemed to be endless stacks of porn. There was a pale woman with black hair behind the counter who smiled at us as we walked in. I sensed Kimberly's nervousness as she held onto my hand. I smiled and put my arm around her as we walked around the store browsing the different sections. We stood before a wall of vibrators and stared up at it, "See anything you like?" I asked. "Mhmm, maybe another time," Kim replied. "Well, it might be a good idea, to um, use one to uhh, get you ready," I responded, trying to be as delicate as I could. Kim blushed; figuring out what I meant, then cast her gaze back up to the wall. "That one looks nice," she responded, pointing to the wall. I reached up and retrieved the slender pink plastic vibrator cased in hard plastic. "You like this one?" I asked as we stared down at the package. "Yeah, it even has a loop on the then end that you can hold when you're pushing in and out," Kim replied. We both looked at each other then laughed, thinking about the sentence she had just said, "Okay babe, this one it is." We walked around for a while and came upon the lube section. There were so many tubes and bottles. I was no expert and really didn't know which one to choose. I considered asking the woman behind the counter but was surprised when Kim reached out, picking up and blue and clear bottle, "This is the one Summer said was good," she said. "Summer huh?" I asked. Kim looked up at me almost guiltily, "What? A girl's gotta do her research," she explained. We smiled and continued to peruse the store. We were getting ready to go pay when Kim stopped us, "What about something like this?" she asked. I looked at the item she was holding, I seemed to be overcome with nervousness, it was a slender curved glass toy labeled "Prostate Massager." I began to stammer, "I'm not sure I could. . .I don't know babe." "It's not gay if you're with a girl Matty," she giggled. I chuckled as well. I had to admit, that was one of the thoughts that had crossed my mind. "Maybe we should cross one bridge at a time," I replied. "Does that mean you'll consider it?" she asked. "Yes," I answered, honestly. "Okay then, you're right we shouldn't rush things, we'll work on crossing my bridge, then get started on your bridge later." We approached the woman behind the counter and paid for the vibrator and lube. When we got into the car, Kim held onto my hand, "I'm so excited," she revealed. "I am too babe," I replied as I turned the ignition and drove towards home.
Hotel Mary	26,907	4.55	224,121	[ "sara delivers towels", "jake and jason share the welth" ]	This is for the person who wanted the name Mary in a story. You will have to give me your email address sometime. \* I work at a hotel, small but clean, we get lots of summer traffic but in the winter things slow down, that is how the business is. My name is Sara and I work the midnight to 8 am shift as the night Auditor. It gives me my days to myself and many nights it is so slow I lock the door and take a nap so I have plenty of rest if I want to stay up all day. I'm a petite brunette, not a girl the guys go for, being small I also have small breast. I don't use a lot of make up and working nights I don't hit the bar scene or the partygoers scene. That leaves me to my own devices when I get the urge for self-abuse or gratification. I guess that's why when this girl checked in and asked me about the local action I couldn't give her any details, only where and what time they were open. Her name was Mary Sellers, she was in her late twenties, 5 '7" and about 130 pounds. Like me she didn't wear a lot of make up, her hair was worn in a ponytail and she was dressed in jeans and a pull over. Thinking back I guess small minded people would think of her as a dyke or lesbian. Around one AM I heard a car pull in and looked out to see Mary getting out of a car with two guys. They seem to be laughing and the way they were walking they appeared to have had too much to drink. About thirty minutes later a call came in from Mary's room, she wanted to know if I could bring her some extra towels. Since it was a slow night and it was late I told her I'd bring them to her room, usually the guest have to come to the desk to get these things. So I locked the door and put up the message to ring the bell or call our number to gain entrance, then went to deliver the towels. Before I knocked on her door I could hear them laughing and Mary was giggling about something one of the men had said. I thought how fortunate that I had placed her in a room away from other guest so that their noise wasn't going to disturb anyone. At my knock the door swung open and one of the men stood there in his under shorts holding a bottle o beer. I could see the other on the bed with Mary both of them were semi nude. Jake, the guy at the door, bowed and begged me to come on in and join the fun. I offered him the towels but he took my arm instead. As I was pulled into the room, Jake closed the door and took the towels. He asked me what my name was and when I told him he introduced himself and his friend Jason. I wasn't sure what to do; guest before had propositioned me but I was always at the desk and had the counter between us. It was Mary who did the asking this time. Her plea was "Honey I'm not sure I can handle both these young studs, how about helping me out?" Maybe I should have said no and politely excused myself, but the sight of Mary in Bra and Panties, and Jason with his shorts made taught by the swollen cock in them and Jake standing there looking at me with his eyes undressing me, well I couldn't help myself. I went to the bathroom and put the towels on the rack and then joined the party. The room had two beds, and Jake led me to the empty one. He told me, " Well little darling someone here is wearing too much clothes, why don't I help you get comfortable." Before he could get started I jumped on the bed and told him to sit back and relax and enjoy the show. I started to sway with them music playing on the radio unbuttoning my blouse one button at a time. When it was all undone I slowly pulled off my shoulders and arms then threw it at Jake, who howled. Mary and Jason were whistling and clapping to urge me on put I didn't need any encourage meant. Something had come over me and I was feeling naughty. When my bra felt Jake crawled on the bed and grabbed me around the waist pulling me to him so, he could get his mouth on my tits. I let him kiss them and lick them as I swayed to the music. I was finished yet so I pushed him aside when I was ready to go on. I un hooked my skirt and slowly let it slide down my legs, then I bent over and kissed Jake as I slide my panties down. Jake could wait no longer. He pulled me down and buried his face between my thighs, his tongue found my pussy. I squirmed and heaved as he licked and probed me with his tongue. I had heard about it but this was my first time having my pussy ate. I held Jakes head against me not wanting him to stop. Mean while on the other bed Mary and Jason had removed the rest of their clothes and were fondling each other. Mary had Jason's cock in her hand and was jerking him off as Jason had his face buried in her breast, sucking each nipple in turn. Jake brought me back to my own pleasures. Jake had removes his shorts and his big swollen cock was throbbing between my legs as he held my legs apart and crawled close and I took his cock and guided it to my waiting wet pussy. When he entered me I let out a noise of half groan half moan. Jake pressed my legs back over my head and began pumping his cock deep in and out. It had been a long time since I had been fucked and the feeling was sending me over the edge quick. I had a quick orgasm and then a big one. Jake had been drinking too much and so his cock wasn't about to go off quick. I was happy to oblige when he pulled out and turned my over. I got up on my knees and he entered me from behind, I swear his cock went deeper inside me than before and now he had my hips and was thrusting against me harder and harder. On the other bed, Jason and Mary were doing the 69. Mary was sucking his big cock with long draws as she took the big cock deep in her throat, pulling it out and licking it and then licking his balls. Jason was giving her pussy a tongue lashing as well and fingering her pussy with three fingers. Between gulps on his cock Mary would let out her own groans and moans of pleasure. Mary broke the rhythm first; breaking free and made Jason lay back on the bed as she climbed on him. She guided his big throbbing cock into her pussy and then she began to rock up and down on his cock while he played with her tits. Her pleasure must have increased because she was making more noise now. Jake was slowing his thrusting and I knew he was about to fill me with cum. I was ready to go myself and squeezed his cock as much as I could which pleased him. He was telling me he was going to blow and then he did. His cock shot my pussy full of cum, the hot sticky cum seeping out and running down my leg. When he finished he fell back on the bed spent for the time being. I got off the bed and went to clean up. I returned in time to watch as Jason pulled out of Mary and shot his cum load on Mary's belly and up to her tits as Mary pulled on it to get the last drops out. She took her finger and wiped some of the cum off and licked her fingers smiling. Then she too went to clean up. I was still supposed to be working but when Jake offered me a cold beer I took it and drank half the bottle in one gulp. Fucking made me thirsty. We all sat around drinking a beer for a few minutes and nothing was said about what had just happened. No one made a move to get dressed. Mary grabbed two beers and signaled me to follow her to the bathroom. "Thanks for joining in I wasn't sure but you looked like you could use some fun," she told me. "But really I was hoping for more." "You have such nice round tits and that pussy just begs to be licked." Then Mary put her bottle down and got behind me and began messaging my tits as she rubbed her pussy on my ass. I had never been with a woman before but for some reason I didn't mind it. In fact when she sat me on the closed toilet seat and spread my legs I was more than a willing partner. I held my legs in the air as she began tonguing me and fingering my hot wet pussy. She knew what she was doing and I found I enjoyed it, as she knew I wanted my clit rubbed as she pressed on it and worried it as she sucked on my pussy until I had a big orgasm. "What did you think of that?' she asked as she broke free. I was panting from the exertion and she knew the answer already. "I'll let you know when my pussy stops throbbing" I told her. I would get ever with her later. When we came back into the room the boys had switched beds. Jake spoke up" hey darling how's about you girls sucking a couple of big cocks, I'll even put a little beer on mine." I looked at Mary and giggled and then Jumped on the bed with Jason and grabbed his cock. He laid back and I began my sucking and Mary was doing the same on the other bed. Mary and I seemed to be in a contest as we kept looking over at each other to see what we were each doing. The men were oohing and ahhing with each stroke, I could stand it no more and climbed on Jason's cock. I slide down on his big cock taking the big thick shaft the full length into my pussy. With my hands on his chest I began rising and falling with Jason's hands on my ass cheeks helping me go up and down. Mary had joined the action in the same way and now it was a race to see who got who off first. That big cock of Jason's got me off more than once before he finally made noises like it was time to let go. I climbed off and grabbed his cock and jerked it and sucked it alternately until he exploded a big load of cum on my face and down my throat. With cum drizzling down our chins Mary and I smiled at each other. The men were now spent and it was time to send them home. They didn't bother to shower they just wiped themselves off and got dressed. Offered to do it again sometime when ever we were ready then left. Mary and I went to the showers. The warm water cascaded over us washing the sweat and cum of the men off. I washed Mary's back and then reached around and washed her tits and belly. Mary leaned back against me and my hand slide down to her pussy and I washed it or rubbed it. Mary moaned at my touch and I slide down in the shower and turned her to face me as I parted her legs and slide my hand over her pussy and her clit. My mouth covered her pussy as the water washed over me. I licked her lips and fingered her deeply as she moaned with the touch. When I felt her tense up I knew she had her orgasm so I took one more lick and stood to face her, "MMM that was nice, we well have to do this again some time. Now I have to get back to work." I dressed and left with a promise of the future. I hope it was going to be the near future.
10 Days in Hollywood: Day 01	53,240	4.5	1,507,762	[ "felicity jones", "amy adams", "daisy ridley" ]	\\DISCLAIMER\\ Please note that this story is a 100% work for fiction and the characters are not reflective of their real life counterparts and are not endorsed. Any similarity to real life events are pure coincidental. At the end of day, this is a fictional fantasy story, nothing more. Enjoy! To say it started for me in a cold office in Central London would be a bit of lie. My career path started when I was a 13 year old in school and, as someone who had no singing talent, I tired of the theatre department continually doing musicals. Therefore I did what any right minded individual would do and I wrote a play. After one performance, I quickly fell out of love with acting but loved the writing and directing side and decided that would be the career path I would follow. From the age of 17, I worked in theatre and film production in one form or another and wrote plays to be performed by small theatre companies. Then my big break came when I had the opportunity to write and direct a small film at 28. 11 years of hard work had paid off and, twelve months later, I was strolling along the red carpet at my own film premier. That was 3 months ago and I had just finished writing what I hoped would be my follow up feature. I had resisted the temptation to make a bigger film and had kept the story small and compact so I could work more on my craft. I'd got to the point where the final draft was finished and was called into the office of my agent/manager. He told me that there were a few production companies voicing interest in my follow up but he was sending me to Los Angeles. The distributors had shown my film to industry insiders and my manager wanted to get my name out there. I didn't have a lot of interest in branching out yet due to my lack of experience but he'd done right by me over the years so I put my faith in him. Plus I hadn't had a proper holiday for years so the idea of staying in a hotel and being wined and dined on the company credit card was not something I was going to turn down. From that meeting, I was able to get the tube back to my apartment and I felt a rush of excitement. Just short of two weeks in Los Angeles would give me a nice little break from the writing and I could experience a whole new side to the industry. After being given a few days to pack and buy some new clothes, I was sat in a first class seat on the BA flight from London Heathrow to LAX. 10 days in Hollywood – Day 1 Starring Felicity Jones and Amy Adams Featuring Daisy Ridley MF, Cons, Oral I imagine that the 11 hour flight would be an irritation if stuck in the standard seats. Luckily for me, the management company had paid for me to fly first class and I was enjoying the experience. The seat was very comfortable and there weren't many people around. Considering it was a night/early morning flight, the majority of people were asleep so I was left alone for quite a while. We had been in the air for about five hours and I had been binge watching 'Narcos' on their media system since we took off. I was about half way through the first season when I felt someone sit down and tap me on the shoulder. I removed my headphones to see a beautiful brunette looking at with a cute smile. She looked vaguely familiar and was dressed in a loose fitting red dress. All I could tell from it was that she was quite thin. "Hi, I hope you don't mind me bothering you but you're the only other person awake and I'm a little bored." "That's okay. I'd offer you a drink but I think even the stewardesses are asleep." I replied. "Oh, that's okay, I've already got one." She reached around down to the floor and picked up a bottle of wine. She brought it to her lips and swigged some back. She then reached for the curtain and pulled it across so no one would disturb us. "Privacy is a must in my industry!" That was the comment that made my brain click into gear and recognise who she was. I was now sitting in a private booth with Felicity Jones, star of Rogue One and A Monster Calls. That was the last movie I saw of hers and she was looking a lot healthier now than she did in that film. "I thought I recognised you; you're Felicity Jones aren't you?" "I am," she replied leaning in to kiss me on the cheek "and you are?" "I'm Richard Cole." I answered. "The director Richard Cole?" she asked. I nodded my head in reply and smiled. "I really liked your film. It was so quirky." "Quirky? Sure, I'll take that as a compliment." I replied. "It is. I really wanted to play that Judy character; she was so intelligent and funny." "I'm sure the hot tub scene would have put a stop to that." She snorted out a little laugh as I made that comment. The scene I was talking about was halfway through the film where the two main characters, Judy and Arnold, were in a stranger's hot tub and had to run away when the owners returned home. They were supposed to be in their underwear but a game of one-upmanship occurred on set between the two actors and both ended up doing it naked. "Well I've done a bit of nudity before in 'Chalet Girl' so that wouldn't bother me. Plus I have a fantastic arse." It was my turn to laugh at her comment. "I'll keep that in mind for the next one." "I can audition it now if you like?" I raised an eyebrow as she gave a little giggle. I turned to her slightly in my seat with a quizzical look on my face. Felicity stood up and then mounted the seat on her knees, her front facing towards the seat. She quickly popped her head out of the curtain to make sure no one was around and then turned it to face me. She gently brought her finger to her lips to shush me before lifting her dress. As the red dress rose, the curve of her arse started to be revealed and she leaned forward so it would stick out a little more. She was wearing a blue thong that framed her arse fantastically. Noticing me liking it, she gave it a little wiggle. I decided to push my luck and reached out to give it a little stroke. She then reached her hand down and hit mine softly. "If you're going to touch it, at least give it a nice big manly grab!" I did exactly as she said and grabbed her right cheek. It was nicely toned but had a bit of a wobble to it. She let out another giggle as we could hear someone loudly whisper her name. Felicity popped her head out of the curtain and invited the voice to us. She quickly spun around on the seat and plumped herself down; acting as though nothing had happened. The curtain opened and it revealed another cute brunette who was wearing a pair of jeans, a grey t-shirt and a leather jacket. "Richard, this is Daisy. Look Daisy, I found that director you think is cute." "Fliss, you can't say that! My boyfriend is over there." Daisy nodded to a guy sleeping in the far corner. He didn't look like anyone I recognised so I assumed he wasn't famous. "Oh it's fine, we're good at keeping secrets in this aisle, aren't we?' she said, nudging me with her elbow. I just nodded. 'Look, I'll be over in a second; I just have to finish my conversation with Richard." Daisy's face had gone a little red with embarrassment and nodded back before closing the curtain and walking off. "I don't think you needed to embarrass her like that." "Well it's true and her boyfriend is a bit of a dick. Don't get excited though, she isn't going to fuck you while she's with him, too much of a good girl." She then whipped out a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down a telephone number. "This is my LA number, give me a text and we can plan." I raised an eyebrow to her. "She's too much of a good girl to fuck you. I, on the other hand, am too good not to fuck you." Felicity gave me a little wink before standing up and heading back to her seat. I laughed to myself before putting the piece of paper in my pocket. I had tried to get back into the show but all I could think about was the fact that Felicity and her friend seemingly wanted to fuck me. At this point, I figured out who Daisy was. "Fuck!" It took me a little bit of time but eventually I drifted off to sleep for a couple of hours. It had been a pretty uneventful flight except for the one notable exception and the plane landed at LAX at 7am. Between leaving the plane and picking up my luggage, I'd made the occasional bit of eye contact with both Felicity and Daisy but there was no more social interaction, just the usual looks you give other passengers you recognise. Once I'd got my luggage, I walked out to see a short Latino man holding a sign with my name on it. I nodded and walked his way. "Hi, I'm Richard." "Oh cool. I'm surprised, you look too unassuming and chilled out to be a director. Certainly not like them Star Warsers over there," he said pointing at Felicity and Daisy. They seemed a little bit stressed as crowds of fans started to flock to them to get an autograph. They'd obviously reached a level of fame that I didn't have, certainly were more recognisable with them being in front of the camera. "I'm Emilio, I'll be looking after you while you're here. Think of me like a PA but much cooler. Anything you want, I'll be able to get it for you; as long as it's legal!" He winked as he said that and I gave a little chuckle to myself. I grabbed the handle of my bag and followed him as we started to walk towards the exit. "They gave me your film to watch. I liked it, it was quirky." I didn't think I'd hear it described as quirky twice in several hours. I smiled as I followed him out into the LA sunshine. "I have to be honest; they've not really told me what I'm supposed to be doing." "Yeah, they never do with first timers. That's why I'm here. To be honest, your slate is free for most of today to help get over the jet lag but you've got a busy day tomorrow. You have a casual meeting with an actress later in the afternoon but then you're done." "And what exactly is a casual meeting?" "Oh they just hang out with you, see if they like you and if you hit it off then they'll look for a project to work on with you. You'll be classed as an indie guy, so don't be expecting some hot shot!" "Do you know who the actress is?" I asked. "Not a clue but they've told me to make myself scarce." "Well I'm sure I can tell you afterwards. Can we go straight to where I'm staying please? I'm think I need to rest up a little." "No problem at all." We reached the car and I put my stuff into the trunk. I'd packed light as commanded by the management company. They said I'd be given clothes to wear for most of time I was out here. Emilio explained that he'd moved to LA when he was a kid and had found a niche acting as a city guide for business men. This had evolved into looking after out-of-towners for movie agents and he'd been doing the role for 20 years, making enough money to retire. He'd decided to carry on as he got to meet people from all over the world and the job had made him very popular with women. The traffic was heavy so it took a little bit of time but eventually we reached the large property in the hills. "So this is your pad for the next ten days, they've gone all out for you." We entered the property and were immediately in the large lounge area. He gave me a little tour of the downstairs which included the kitchen, a games room and a small box bedroom. We worked our way upstairs to the two bathrooms and several bedrooms, settling into the largest bedroom that included a balcony. "I could have guessed this where you would want to stay, it's got a great view down into the valley and you can see the pool from here." "Yeah, it's very nice. Bed looks very comfortable." "They only order the best for these kinds of places. Look Richard, I'm going to head off so you can rest up for later. Actress lady will be here for about 3 so you've got plenty of time to chill out, make yourself look pretty and generally do nothing. I'll be back for 10 so we can go through a lovely itinerary for your day tomorrow. See you later Richard." "See you later Emilio." We slapped hands and he left me alone in the room. I stood on the balcony for a moment before hearing the door close. When I knew it was safe, I pumped my fist in the air and jumped on the spot. It looked as nerdy as you'd expect. This was the nicest house I'd ever been in, never mind stay in and having my own pool topped it off. I looked at my watch and saw that I had six hours before my guest would arrive. I stripped my clothes off and jumped into the bed. Grabbing my phone, I changed the time to local and put the alarm on for 2.20. I laid my head down and feel into a much needed slumber. I woke up to the buzzing of the alarm and felt a little bit groggy. The light from the curtain was blinding me a little bit so I had to search the side table with my hand for the phone. I knew I'd have about half an hour to get ready if she was on time so I stumbled out of the bed and into the en-suite bathroom. I turned on the shower and the room was filled with steam very quickly. I stripped off my boxers and threw them to where I thought the door was. I was in the shower for a good five minutes before jumping out to dry myself off. I picked up my boxers, which had ended up in the sink and put them in a draw that I decided would act as the laundry basket for the time I was here. I needed a coffee to wake me up a little so I headed out of the bedroom, stopping for a moment to go and grab the towel. "Screw it!" I said to myself You're not going to get many opportunities to walk around your own LA pad naked so I decided to give the towel a miss. I skipped down the stairs and entered the kitchen. The percolator was on the near side counter so I filled it up with water and put some coffee into the top. Switching everything on, I walked over the window to look out into the garden; there were a few lounge chairs dotted around the pool and a hot tub nestled into the corner. "Nice arse!" I immediately spun around with a look of shock on my face, my hands going down to cup and hide my package. I looked at Amy Adams standing directly in front of me, her sun glasses lowered down her nose and her eyes staring directly at me. "Um... hi. You're early?" "Yes, well no. Well not technically, I said I'd be here for threeish and it's a quarter to." I silently cursed myself as I must have spent longer in the shower than I expected. "How did you get in? You haven't got a key have you? I haven't even got a key!" "They gave me one as they said you might have been delayed with the flight and traffic. Look, as much as I'm enjoying the view, I don't really want to talk business while you're busy hiding the good stuff. It's a gorgeous day so you go upstairs and put some trunks on and I'll meet you by the pool." She gave me a smile before walking to the back yard. I was completely mortified but knew I wasn't dressed for any kind of business meeting, never mind a meeting with an Oscar winner. I ran up the stairs, my hands remaining where they were until I got back into the bedroom. I closed the door and sunk onto my knees before breathing a sigh of relief before hitting my head against the door. "Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!" At this point, I realised I didn't bring any trunks. I sighed before getting up and starting to search the drawers in the bedroom. Everything seemed to be the right size for me and good quality clothing so I was thankful that they had provided some clothing for me. Eventually I found a pair of swimming trunks in one of the lower drawers. I put them on and headed down through the house and came into the pool area. Amy was laying down on one of the lounge chairs on the far side of the pool. She'd discarded the dress and hat she'd arrived in and was clad in a very sexy black swim suit that showed off her lithe body. "Glad you could join me" she said as I approached her. "I'm not going to say it's an improvement but at least I can look you in the eye rather than figure out how to get you to raise your arms." "Well I'm happy to talk to you without being embarrassed. And I probably would have come down clothed or with a towel if I knew my guest was punctual. You are the actress I'm supposed to meet, right?" I asked. "No, I just like to stalk young, sexy and naked directors. You've caught onto my ruse!" She laughed as she removed her sunglasses and looked directly at me. "Yes, I am the actress who's supposed to be meeting you. I really liked your film and wanted to know what you were like. Maybe you have a role in your next film for an ugly over hill ginger." "Ah, you're not over the hill and certainly not ugly." I replied, not realising I fell into her trap. "Ah, so the younger man can find me attractive." She laughed as I sat down on the next lounger to her. "I notice you didn't say anything about the ginger." "Well your hair is very obvious and hard to hide. Plus I have seen 'The Fighter' so..." "Perv!" I alluded to her scene where she was wearing a see through bra in the film where you could see her bright pink nipples. I did bite my tongue as I was pushing my luck again but she laughed the comment off as she took a sip of the soft drink she must have prepared before coming out. "So what did you like most about the film?" "I enjoyed the humour that was throughout the film, the emotions were raw but everything seemed real. And the passion that everyone had in the film, it seemed to seep out of every pore." "Thanks, I did try to make the characters seem real to people. I thought it would struggle to translate to non-British people." "Oh, it translated. Well for me it did anyway, though maybe not everyone will have met people like those in the film or experienced some of those things." "And was there a part that made you think 'this is a guy I want to work with'?" "Yeah, the scene on the hill did it for me." The scene she was talking about was the end of two characters stories where they followed an old wise man's tale that if two people stayed on a mountain together they would come down in love. It was speed shot through the night using two dummies with close ups of the actors cursing each other at the start but ending up having sex at the top and then falling asleep in the arms of each other. "So was it the falling in love or the sex on the mountain?" I joked as she swung her hair around and leaned forward to look at me. "Well, I'm a married woman so the falling in love bit is out of the question but we are technically on a mountain." I looked at her as she smiled at me, completely unsure about what she meant by that. Amy put her drink to the side and stood up in front of me. "I'm going to the hot tub, care to join me?" Amy asked. I nodded my head as she walked past me towards the hot tub. The swimsuit she was wearing had a high cut which showed off about half of her arse and I took the opportunity to take a good look at it. For her age, it looked pert, quite toned and a little bit more a handful. I stood up and followed her, bringing the two drinks with me. She was already submerged by the time I reached her, only a small bit of cleavage showing over the water. I walked up the steps and entered the hot tub, taking a seating position opposite her. I looked to my left and saw the view overlooking the valley beyond heading towards the ocean; it would make a romantic view at night time. "So I seem to have told you all about my admiration for you, what films of mine have you seen?" "Well the first time I saw you act, I didn't know it was you until much later on. So the first time I knew it was you were Night at the Museum 2." "Oh, that whole film was fun to make. I had such a laugh. So what was the film that you didn't know was me?" "Cruel Intentions 2!" we said together "How did you know I was going to say that?" "Because no one knows that was me, they think that the girl there fell into obscurity like the other two." She laughed as she said this and covered her mouth. It was a surprisingly bitchy comment from somebody who seemed to have cultured a reputation of being so nice all of the time. "I actually keep in touch with Robin, he's a lovely guy but he just made the wrong choices in projects. What did you think of American Hustle?" "I really liked that; I thought the five of you were excellent in it." "Oh my God, if you get the chance to work with Bradley, he's just the best. He would work so well with the kind of drama you made in 'Dandelion'. He's so good at dramedy." "I thought you were here to get work for you?" "No, I'm here to get work for you actually. There's a script I'm looking to get made, I need the right director and someone suggested you. I wanted to make sure I could get along with you before I started to put the wheels into motion." "Would you be starring in it?" I asked. "No, my plates too full but I have someone in mind. I'll get them to meet you in a few days. I'll be on as a producer, just call me the puppet master." Amy reached out of the pool towards her drink but couldn't quite reach where I put it. She raised herself up to turn around and bent over the side, giving me and excellent view of her rear. The bathing suit rode up a little bit to give her a slight wedgie and revealing more of her toned cheeks. After finishing her drink, she spun around and caught me staring. "So it looks like you are a little pervert then. I could be your boss; you shouldn't be looking at me like that." "I think it's only fair considering what you got to see earlier." "Well that was completely by accident. You were just parading around naked; it could be said that you set it up and planned for me to see it." "But I didn't know who was coming. Also you were early." "Earlyish!" "And if I take the blame?" "I imagine I will walk around with an air of superiority." "Actresses!" I rolled my eyes and she laughed at my comment. I noticed that during our exchange, Amy had moved closer to me so that she was only a few inches to my side. The silence continued as she moved towards me, gently sliding onto my lap and wrapping her arms around my shoulders. "But I think we can both agree that I liked what I saw." Amy moved her head in and pressed her lips against mine softly. I let my hands stroke her legs as she pushed my lips apart with her tongue and searched mine out. I could feel my cock getting harder by the second as the red head placed her hands to the side of my face. I felt a chill run through her body as I stroked the inside of her thigh, a shiver allowing me to know that I wasn't the only one getting excited. "I hope this isn't part of the interview." "No, you'll get the job regardless. This is just about pleasure, I mean, who doesn't want to get fucked while looking at that view?" Amy asked. Amy got off my lap and wandered over to the side of the hot tub looking over the cliff. She stopped at the edge before bending over and giving me a full view of her arse. Looking over her shoulder, she winked at me before giving her arse a little wiggle. Enjoying the teasing she was giving me, she leaned over the edge of the hot tub, giving me a similar view as before with a hint of camel toe thrown in to boot. Amy returned to a standing position and moved the straps of the bathing suit off of her shoulders. She turned about face and strolled towards me, a look of lust in her eyes that I hadn't seen before. She straddled my lap, her covered crotch making contact with my own and she shuffled on the spot to tease me a little bit more. She lowered the right hand side of the suit, unveiling her pink nipple, grabbed me by the hair and forced my mouth to her breast. I took her nipple into my mouth and started to flick it with my tongue, a moan elicited from her mouth. Reaching around her toned posterior, I pulled her bathing suit up so it looked more like a thong, giving one a cheek a big grab with my hand. Amy grabbed my hair and yanked my head back before forcefully kissing my mouth, her tongue entwining mine. She brushed the loose hair from her face as she stood up and looked down at my crotch through the bubbles. Reaching over to her left she pulled the bathing suit down to reveal her other nipple. It wasn't as hard as the right but she gave a slight pull on it as she lowered the bathing suit to her stomach. She her thumbs in each side and slid the suit down her body and legs, revealing a small tuft of hair above her pussy. "I hope you're hungry." Amy stepped out of her suit and let it float to the top of the water. She walked passed me and out of the hot tub. My eyes followed her as she walked over to the table by the grill. I jumped up to my feet and followed after her, skipping over the side rather than taking to the steps. Amy was sat on the edge of the table by the time I reached her and she immediately pulled me into a kiss. I pulled out of the kiss and started to nuzzle into her neck. She let out a little moan as I could her feel her hand rub my cock through my swimming shorts. She started to move her hands into the shorts but I grabbed them and shook my head. I pushed her backwards and started to kiss down her body, taking her nipples into my mouth and licked along her flat stomach. I lowered myself down and brought her right leg over my shoulder. Starting at the knee, I kissed my way up her thigh towards her sensitive area. She shivered and moaned softly as I reached the top of her leg, before I grabbed her left leg and repeated the process. Her hand reached down and grabbed my hair, pushing my head towards her pussy. I decided to go in slowly and kissed around her lips softly, feeling the wetness of it. "Oh God, you're such a tease!" I smiled to myself as I heard her say that and decided to go in for the kill. I licked the length of her pussy from the bottom before searching for her clit with my tongue. I touched it with the tip and I could feel Amy hit the wooden table with her hand. "Just there!" I rocked my head in a fluid motion as I rubbed her clit with my tongue and Amy started to move her hips in motion. She let out a moan as I lifted my arm up her body and gave her breast a rub, gripping her nipple between my fingers. I felt Amy grab my hand and lifted it up further, taking my index finger into her mouth and started to suck on it. I leaned my head back and flicked her clit harder with my tongue. "Oh God yes, stick it in!" I followed her instructions and slipped my tongue into her pussy. The wetness was surprising and seemed to get wetter as I pumped my tongue in and out of her pussy. I could feel Amy change her position as she leaned up on her elbows, my hand remaining on her chest, grabbing her breast hard. "Jesus, you're good at this. I'm so close to coming." I smiled as I heard that and went back to her clit, rubbing it in a circular motion with my tongue. I could hear Amy's moans becoming more frequent and her breathing heavier; so I started to circle her clit faster, pressing down on it. "Ohhhh yesss. Right there please... I'm... so..." She threw her head back as I pressed harder on her clit, her orgasm starting to commence. I could feel her clit start to recede as her pussy got wetter, keeping my tongue pressed on it lightly but not moving at all. Amy collapsed back to lie flat on the table so I removed my mouth from her pussy and stood up between her legs. Amy opened her eyes to look at me and smile came across her face. "Well you're definitely going to get the directing job now." She laughed as her tried to get up; I offered her my hand and pulled her up onto her feet. Amy fell into me from the forward motion and kissed me on the lips. She reached down with her hand and gave my arse a squeeze. "Now, I'm not going to lie; I'm not very good at sucking cock. I once lost a job because of it." Amy then took my hand and we walked back to towards the hot tub. As we reached it, Amy turned around to face me, kissing me on the lips again. She undid the string on my trunks as we kissed and she lowered them down, my cock flopping out fully erect. She grabbed it with her hand and stroked it with a soft touch. "But like I said earlier, who doesn't want to get fucked while looking at that view?" Amy turned around and bent over the side of the hot tub, spreading her legs so her pussy was lined up with my cock. She grabbed my cock and pulled it to her, allowing the head to enter her. Even though she had just had an orgasm a few minutes before, her pussy felt only slightly wet. I pushed my full length into her and grabbed her by the hips. I started to thrust slowly into her to start off with but my pace increased quickly. I looked at her arse as it moved to and fro, so enticing to look at. I gently rubbed her right cheek before pulling my hand back and giving it a slap. It seemed to awake something in Amy as she lifted herself up with her hands on the tub and started to push backwards as I thrust into her some more. I slapped her arse again causing Amy to look back to me. "Harder!" I followed her command and spanked her harder as I pushed my cock in, my left hand digging into her hip as I bucked harder. Amy was moaning harder and I could feel myself getting closer to climaxing, my right hand continuing to spank her and causing a red mark on her arse. "Where do you want me to come?" "How close are you?" "Very!" Amy pushed back hard to make my cock slip out of her pussy. She dropped down to her knees and stroked my cock her hand. I gave her a nod to indicate I was about to cum and Amy popped my cock into her mouth. She sucked on the head as her hand continued to stroke up and down my cock. I grabbed onto the back of head as cum started to spurt out into her awaiting mouth. Amy continued to bob her head up and down, taking the whole load in her mouth. After cum stopped flowing, she took my cock out of her mouth and gave a noticeable gulp as she licked her lips. She gave a naughty giggle as she stood up and looked at me. We were very lucky that this place had a lot of privacy, I'm sure neither of us wanted any photos of us standing naked in the garden. Amy walked over to me and kissed me on the lips, forcing her tongue back into mine. "That was a nice meeting, thank you Richard." "You're very welcome Amy, I had a fantastic time. Are all casual meetings like this?" "I'm sure any meeting between us will be." She walked back towards the house and put her awaiting dress on. I pulled up my shorts and followed her back into the building. She handed me the keys before grabbing her bag. "Now I don't want you to think that I used you for sex and then abandoned you, I just have to get back to the studio for a night shoot. I'll send over that script and get you to meet the actress I have lined up." "That sounds good, looking forward to giving it a read." She leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips before turning around and leaving the house. Smiling at my first experience of a Hollywood actress, I looked at the clock and saw that it was 5 o'clock. The time had gone quick but I still had a few hours before Emilio would arrive. I decided to go and get a change of clothes into something a bit dryer and watch some television while I waited for him. I'd been watching random television channels for an hour or two when I remembered I was supposed to text Felicity to let her know where I was staying. I walked upstairs and grabbed my phone from the side. It had the piece of paper with her number next to it so I punched the number in. "Hey Felicity, hope you're good? It's Richard from the plane. I'm staying in the hills. How far away are you from here?" I put my phone into my pocket and I walked back downstairs to make a cup of coffee. I'd just finished making my coffee when I heard the phone buzz on the side. I picked it up and opened the reply. "I was worried you forgot about little old me!" "With an arse like that! How could I?!" A few minutes went by before I received a reply but it was in the form of a picture message. I opened the message and was greeted with a nice toned arse in a colourful bikini, though it looked slightly bigger on screen. Sadly most of the cheeks were covered up by the material. A moment later a new message appeared. "Just a healthy reminder for you! Come round to the hotel tomorrow, we're in the Malibu Beach Inn." "I've not been given my itinerary for tomorrow but I'll try my best. You there all day?" "I will be; I'll make sure I'm in something easy to remove." "I look forward to it." After my brief exchange with Felicity, I decided to put on a film while I waited for Emilio to arrive. He was a little bit earlier than expected and came dressed in a bright pink suit. "Are you going out?" "Yeah, my cousin is having his birthday party in some Orange County gay bar and he wants everyone to come out in bright colours. So let's do this quickly because I would like to go out and get laid!" "Alright, what am I doing tomorrow?" "Starting off, we're in Burbank for an interview at Collider. I'll be picking you up at 8.30am sharp. After that we'll be going for lunch with some distribution execs, the production company want your opinion on who gets to distribute your film." "Well that sounds like a lot of fun." "I know but then you get to hang out with me all morning. You have a couple of hours to spare in the afternoon so you can chill out, visit the beach..." "Actually, I got someone I need to see in Malibu." "Oh yeah? The actress from today?" "No, a girl I met on the plane. She wants me to come for a drink and a bite to eat." "Sure, sure. You'll be eating something..." Emilio laughed and gave me a slap on the shoulder. "I'll tell you what, I'll drop you off in Malibu and give you three hours for your bite to eat. Then we're back here for a styling and off to a party for Young Hollywood. Plenty of pretty, nubile and eager to please actresses for you to... have a drink and bite to eat with." He pointed to a stack of papers he'd left on the desk for me. "There are some scripts they want you to read through. The top one is 'The Pier', they said it's from Amy Adams and that she's keen for you to direct." "Yeah, she mentioned that earlier." "Oh, she was the actress. Always wanted to meet her, what was she like?" "She was something else!" He gave me a smart look before laughing again. "I read between the lines well. You have a good night my friend, get reading!" He shook my hand and headed out of the door. I was left to my own devices so I picked up the script that Amy wanted me to read. "Well, let's see what this is all about!"
Bedtime Story	17,296	4.64	441,089	[ "masturbation", "fantasies" ]	Once upon a time, there was a girl (of consenting age, of course). This particular time, she was restless. Her dark hair sprawled across her pillow, and her eyelids were closed over her hazel-coloured eyes. But she couldn't sleep. Instead of gentle, peaceful thoughts filling her mind, or even sheep to count, she was experiencing a not displeasing flood of highly erotic visions. Although her body was weary after an exhausting day, her thoughts were having an effect on her body. As her mind turned to a favourite fantasy, recently captured in text by a clever man, the physical effects became hard to ignore.... Her nipples were tightening, sensitive as they brushed against the cotton sheet and duvet under which she snuggled. She was pressing her rear into the firm mattress, as she noted the moisture gathering between her thighs. Her back arching slightly at the thought of that clever, and well-hung, man exploring that wetness with her. Her eyes were closed so that she might focus better on the images in her mind, and the sensations kindling in her body. Her hand beneath the covers, at first chilled against her soft skin, begins a path from hardened nipple to her now wet sex. It was the same path her hand took in the fantasy, as she watched the two men pleasure each other. As her fingertips deftly circle her clitoris, causing her to quietly moan her pleasure, she imagines she is watching the two men who had filled her. In her mind, the images are abstracted, and while she watches them, she can also feel their hands on her warm body. As her arousal reaches fever-pitch, the girl throws back the covers on her bed, the chill of the room on her sensitised skin only adding to the multitude of sensations pouring through her, as her hand works harder and faster, fingers dipping insider her body momentarily, only to withdraw, and begin again. Deeper and deeper she tries to take her fingers, all the time imagining it is his hand, and then his exquisite cock driving into her. All thoughts of the merry threesome are abandoned now, and she focuses just on him. She is lying there, exposed on the bed, one hand running frantically over her body, wherever it might go. The other hand continues to alternately pleasure her clit, and delve into her now practically dripping cunt. In her mind, however, things are a little different. He is adjusting her position, again thrusting deep inside her. His hands are on her ass, cradling her for his sensual assault. Her head is tossing against the pillow, and the air is filled with moans and the wicked words they are uttering, spurring them both on. He is watching her every expression, the bounce of her breasts as they move together, murmuring how much he loves to watch her lose herself in the pleasure he gives her. The girl rolls on the bed, shifting to her knees, and in her mind she is now above him. Straddling his hips, she sinks slowly onto his powerful erection, just as her fingers continue to plunder her cunt. She is rocking back and forth, just as she does in her fantasy. As her heavy breasts scrape against the cotton sheets beneath her, she imagines his hands cupping her breasts as she rides him, squeezing, massaging both gently and firmly. Each movement of her body excites her more. Her hips are now moving urgently against the hand with which she pleasures herself, just as she sees herself bucking against his body. Her room is filled with the sound of her pleasure-soaked moans, and the smell of her intense arousal. The hands with which she skilfully fucks herself, in her mind they roam over his naked chest, fingertips scratching slightly. She bends her head to suck on his nipple, as he lifts his hips quickly, strongly, bringing her orgasm that much closer. His hands are on her hips now, lifting her, pulling her closer. His voice is hoarse as he tells her how close his, how badly he wants to come inside her. She is close too, but much less eloquent. Where once she was so verbal, she now only moans and whimpers, louder and louder as she reaches her peak. Working through her pleasure, she continues to move on him, smiling as she observes the intense passion in his eyes as he loses control. And in reality, too, her movements continue, and her pleasure only increases. Each touch to her now ultra-sensitive clit causes her glistening body to shiver with pleasure. And soon, she drifted off into a deep and peaceful sleep, filled with only pleasurable dreams.
Frank: Marge's Mother	175,693	4.56	182,918	[ "nightie pulled", "fully conscious", "legs bending", "daughter ann", "marge told", "frank god", "mouth cheeks", "cath", "quickly withdrew", "woman door" ]	Two months ago I thought I was the most sexually deprived male in this city. Even though it effected only two people wasn't the point. The other one it affected is under me at the present moment with my ten inch cock rove up her and she couldn't be happier. Neither could I, for she was the best piece of pussy I have ever had. It all started when Greg, Marge's husband my next door neighbour who has been retired a couple of years was taken to hospital for some rare heart disease. Marge's mother who lived with them was nursed by Marge and her daughter Ann during part of the day, the old lady Cath had had a stroke and lost all mobility and her speech. They decided to look after the old lady rather than take up a hospital bed. I knew or at least I used to talk to the old lady, so I went in from time to time, to visit and sit with her. Marge was told Cath may remain in that condition or could snap out of it at any time. Also she needed massages daily to her limbs, I used to sit and massage her hands and forearms whilst I talked to her, I don't know if what I did was any help though. Marge came and asked me if I would sit with the old lady while she went to visit Greg, for at least two hours in the evenings. The daughter had her own family to look after so couldn't do it then. At that time we had no idea how long Greg was to be hospitalised, so I agreed to do that task, as the old lady already knew me, and after all it wasn't too difficult a task for a twenty eight year old man. Cath took everything through a rubber tit on a bottle, but had made it clear she had to have her teeth in when she did so. Then when she was finished they had to be removed again. I used to just talk about anything that came into my head; in fact I didn't even know if she even heard what I said, for there was very little facial expression. The one thing she did when she wanted a drink was purse her lips, so that was a sign to let her drink, but first the ritual of the teeth. After Marge had left and I was alone with Cath, I had been chatting with her and holding her hand, she pursed her lips and I followed the usual procedure and gave her a drink. Then I removed her denture and casually slipped my finger into her mouth, she sucked it, rolling her tongue round and round my middle finger. Now why after all the times I had been sitting with her I suddenly got the urge to stick my cock into her mouth with her doing this I don't know. "How would you like something better to suck on eh?" I asked her, knowing full well I wouldn't get an answer. "A lovely big cock to suck on, wouldn't it be nice with your gummy mouth, now you wouldn't bite me now would you Cath?" I said looking into her eyes. Still she sucked at my finger, I slowly withdrew it and the lips followed until it popped out. "Yes I think you would like a cock to suck wouldn't you. I bet it has been a long time since you had a bit of cock between your lips," I said to her. Then I just undone my zip and out plopped my semi limp cock. I stood up and placed the head to her lips and she opened up and in went the head. She really had to open wide and I didn't think she could do that, but she did and the lips closed around my cock and the sucking started as well as the tongue. This caused the rush of blood to my cock and soon I was rock hard, pushing a little more into her mouth so that the cheeks bulged, but still the sucking continued. I gave little in and out movements, my passion was ready to blow and I quickly withdrew my cock from her lips. Got a cloth and wiped all my come from her face where I had spurted. Her tongue just parted her lips and she licked the spill off them. Christ I thought she liked what I had done. I sat down again beside her and again held her hand. This time I told her how much I would like to fuck her and all the other crap. Every evening that week we went through the same, but now I swept my offerings into her mouth and she swallowed the lot. There was no spitting out, she swallowed it all. It was then Marge told me that Reg will be in hospital for at least another month and she would have to get someone else to sit with her mother for these few hours. "Forget it Marge, I'll fill in these two hours for you, anyway I think your mother is getting a bit of movement in her hands." "You have your life to live, not sit nursing my mother night after night." "What are neighbours for, I'm sure you have helped my mother out many times before?" Oh, by the way I still live at home with my mother and youngest sister, who the hell my father was I don't know, my mother hadn't told me. The same goes for my sister who had a different father. Marge went twice a day to sit with Reg and it must have been a strain on her travelling back and forth on public transport, for Marge couldn't drive. She was one of those motherly types who thought driving was a man's job. "Look instead of you dashing to hospital and then dashing back, stay a little while longer with Reg and catch a later bus. I'll be fine with Cath." "Thanks Frank, I would appreciate that." So I was committed to at least three hours with Cath to talk to. The first night I slid my hand into her night dress and had a good feel of her breasts they were a bit saggy but a good handful. I got one out through the neck and kissed the nipple and it even rose up. They were lovely and soft. I pushed it back the covers placed my hand on her nightie and pulled up the hem higher, it was up over her thighs exposing her grey sparsely haired pussy. Moving her legs apart was easy there was no resistance and I was surprised on her having such a nice looking pussy, no bits of skin hanging out and slightly puffy outer lips, with the slit just showing. All this time I was talking to her telling her how lovely her fanny looked and how I would love to stick my cock up inside of her. I even asked her if she would like me to do that, again knowing I would get no answer. I played around with her like a kid with a new toy, slipping my finger into her cunt and even playing with her clit. I got no reaction at all, her legs stayed where I had put them. I was suddenly beginning to like the feel of an older woman's body. I was comparing it with the sluts I had been going around with lately and I found I preferred the older woman. That was all the mucking I did that night except the usual cock head in the mouth routine, but this time I got her head and fucked her face, the feel of the gums working the shaft was truly fantastic. I made sure she didn't gag by not thrusting too deep, but a cock three inches in diameter really spreads the mouth and cheeks out. If she hadn't wanted me to do this she could have closed her jaws and prevented me doing it, but no she opened wide enough for me to get in and just that amount. Cath actually loved this, I realised. When I got home I looked at my mother in a new light, she I am sure was like Cath. At one time I used to have lots of uncles who stayed with us, but the last ten years as she got older they dwindled off to none. She has also got grumpier over the last few years and she and my sister are always arguing. My sister changes boyfriends so much I can never tell who she is going out with. I suspect the reason for the grumpiness is my mother's change of life. Also she is beginning to become more full figured, more mature, maybe this was what was making me give her a longer look. The next evening I had made up my mind to actually fuck Cath. I heard of staff who nursed long term female coma patients often fucked them, and only recently one woman became pregnant and even gave birth whilst still in a coma. Cath though wasn't in a coma she just couldn't move herself. After Marge left I packed pillows under Cath's behind and pulled the nightdress up to her chin revealing to me for the fist time her naked body. I just loved her tits, and rubbed them together enjoying the texture. I slowly run my hands down her body, massaging and feeling as I went. I had full freedom to do or touch any part of her, but it was her cunt I was after to-night. I had already taken off my trousers and my cock was like a bar of steel in anticipation of pinning Cath. I just guided the head to her lips and gently leant into her body and slipped my cock into her. Slowly sinking in and enjoying the feel of her body give to my assault. Once fully encased I just let it soak watching Cath's face and I'm sure I saw a smile on her face. I then felt a slight tightening of her vaginal muscles. How could this be I thought, I must be imagining it. I started a slow fuck and felt her hips roll under me and a slight movement to her legs, only slight but a certainty. There was definite movement, but I was too far committed to think of stopping now. I had a hold of her hips and pushed and pulled myself into maximum and thought I was in heaven. Then her legs wrapped around mine and held me by her heels. I nearly fainted by this, but I carried on and her hips were keeping time with mine now. Just as I was about to blow I quickly withdrew and moved up the bed and put my cock once more between her lips. Then her hand came up and wrapped itself around my shaft guiding it in her mouth. The actions and sucking felt no different, but this time my whole load shot into her mouth. Just the tip of my head was between her lips and I felt her tongue lick and probe the small slit at the end. She wasn't fully conscious but she was now partially and she was moving her legs bending and straightening her legs. By this time I was again on the floor and had her nightie pulled down and the pillows removed from under her hips. I was talking to her all the time. Things like, "Wasn't that nice Cathy", "I sure loved sinking my cock into you." "I am still here Cath speak to me and I'll fill your cunt anytime you want." I got no more out of her that evening except she was moving her legs and bending and stretching them below the knee. When Marge came home I showed her and told her she had also raised her hand. I didn't say it was to hold my cock though, why should I tell her that. I was thrilled and frightened all at the same time. Afraid that Cath will come to and tell everyone she woke up and found I was fucking her, or that I was sticking my cock in her mouth. I'm sure Marge and her daughter would be a bit upset about that. Marge was so excited that she even hugged me. Marge was only a small lady no taller than five-three but Greg was huge and tall over six-four so my five-nine was more her size. She had the loveliest pair of knockers and wide hips; I suppose she had to, to accommodate Greg. The next evening I was back and I went through the same routine as the previous evening. But when I was congratulating myself for once again having sunk into Cath's wonderful cunt, her legs came up and her heels hooked into my buttocks and her arms came up and pulled me down on top of her. "I have been waiting all day for just this moment Frank, I got you now and I'll never let you get away. I don't know what you did last night, but I suddenly came to and I loved the way you stuck your cock in my mouth. I wasn't quite all with it just then, but I am now. This time fill my pussy and not my mouth. I much prefer it there. Remember I can get you for rape, but why should I do that, when you have such a lovely cock and willing to share it with me." I was still taken back and I just lay there sunk deep inside her. It was Cath who rolled her hips and thrust first, I just took over, and this time spilled my load into her eager old cunt. This was my first fully conscious grey haired lady, which wouldn't be the last by a long shot. I have now got the taste for older women I knew right then. When Marge returned I had Cath propped up on pillows drinking a cup of tea with me. "Oh Mum, you are awake and siting up," she cried out. "I think I have to thank Frank for that he has the magic touch," she said in a rather hoarse voice. "He tells me Greg is sick in hospital, I'm so sorry to hear that Marge, it must be a strenuous time for you." "Oh thank you Frank, I could kiss you, I really could," she said with tears streaming down her face. "Don't let me stop you Marge, go give him a kiss," Cath said Marge did as her mother asked but it was a motherly kiss she gave me, but I realised that Marge was a right simple person and would be very receptive to a dominant man, which Greg was. That was why they were always seen together with Marge trailing behind. "Now that Cath is improved, will you want me over to-morrow?" "Of course I will, I'm still a bit weak and you can keep me company until Marge comes back, and until Greg comes out of hospital," Cath cut in. As Cath said I had better do as she says or she could call rape and anyway I think she wants to carry on from where we left off last night. So once again I went next door as Marge was leaving all smiles. Just then the telephone rang and she dashed back inside. I went straight through to Cath's room where she was sitting in an easy chair. "So they have let you up, soon you will be up and about like your old self," I said giving her a peck on the cheek. "No Frank I'll never be like my old self. I have you now and I can't get over how I now feel, being loved." Just then there came a loud scream from the other room. "Go and see what is the matter Frank, maybe Marge has fallen." I went out into the lounge and Marge was sitting on the chair with the phone dangling from her hand. I knew right away it was something that had been said over the telephone, so I put it to my ear. "Can you tell me what the problem is, for this lady seems very upset? "I just informed her that her husband died ten minutes ago." "Thank you very much I will take it from here," I said Marge was in such a shock that she wasn't even crying, she just sat there gazing into nowhere. I put my arms around her and held her tight. I knew how much she depended on Greg, but the tears will come soon I knew. When they did they just flowed she had her arms wrapped around me crying her eyes out. I didn't know what to say or do. I've never had a woman so overcome with grief before to contend with. Then in the doorway I saw Cath standing there. "For Christ sake Cath sit down, you are in no state to be walking around," I knew I could speak to Cath that way, somehow I just knew. Still holding onto Marge I phoned the daughter Ann. When the phone was answered I was ready for her, "Ann, Frank here I want you round here immediately, your father has died fifteen minutes ago and your mother is in need of your help. Also Cath has got up out of her chair and I can't look after both of them." "Oh my God, poor mum, I'm on my way," she replied. I was still holding onto Marge as she continued to cry, Ann came right in crying as well, followed by her husband and their two children dressed in pyjamas. "Thank you Frank, I'll take over now, this is a family matter, I think you should go," she said sharply. "Hi wait a minute if it wasn't for Frank, God knows what we would have done," said Cath. "Grandma, he's not one of the family I don't want him here, please." She sharply spoke. "That's alright Cath, I know I'm not wanted, I'll be seeing you," I said making for the door. Ann came running over and stood in front of me. "Please Frank, I didn't mean it the way it sounded, I'm sorry and thank you for all the help you have done, I can't thank you enough," she said as I walked out the door. I think she did mean she was sorry, but I will give her the benefit of the doubt. I walked into our kitchen and my mother had a foot up on the chair cutting her toenails with her skirt above her knees showing a very narrow strip of material not quite covering her genitals, but slicing through her slit. "For heavens sake mum put your foot down you're showing me all you've got and it's winking at me," I said to her. "I never told you to look. Your mum turns you on does she?" she said laughing at her own sick humour. "Not in a hundred years, even on a plate," I shot back leaving the room and switching on the TV. She had to push it though and she followed me in. "So you don't like my panties then?" "No you should be wearing something with a bit more material, so that it doesn't ride up your crack." "So you saw that much, I had better watch you." "Go on mum, you are disgusting at times," I said smacking her gently on her rear as she left." "Wow, he's getting rough now. I submit, I submit don't hit me." "Mum, drop it," I shouted but I had to keep my leg up for I was hard as hell. From that day, whether it was just accidental or otherwise I was always catching my mother in embarrassing situations. For example her sitting on the toilet with the door open, running naked to her room from the shower. Numerous occasions where she's either pulling on stockings or shoes flashing her panty clad crotch and always the same type of panty. In fact my sister was just as bad. Maybe I was becoming more sensitive to those happenings whereas before I just ignored them. I kept away from next door until after the funeral except for Saturdays when I went visiting Cath in the afternoon. This was when Marge went visiting her daughter. I had been visiting Cath every Saturday for two months and we spent it in complete sexual abandon. Cath couldn't get enough and neither could I, because by the time Saturday came around I was on the point of bursting. This Saturday was no different and I was up to my balls in Cath, she had her legs up the front of my chest and we both were pounding the flesh, creating that unmistakeable slap of flesh meeting flesh. The door opened and Marge stood there looking at us. "Mum what are you and Frank doing?" she shouted. "Well we're not baking a bloody cake are we? If you don't know what we are doing, you definitely need some lessons. So get out and leave us to it," Cath said from under me. "Stupid bloody woman, what are we doing? Ha!" The door slammed and we carried on as though nothing had happened. God I love the cool of this woman. When we eventually finished our Saturday afternoon sport we redressed and went through into the lounge where Marge was still sitting with her handbag in her hand. "That was disgusting mother, a woman of your age carrying on with a young man like Frank. As for you Frank, how could you, she's my mother, and she is so much older than me!" "Marge, you sound as if it should have been you under me and you're mad at your mother because of this. We have been good friends for a long time, your mother and I. I didn't know you felt this way?" "I don't, you are twisting my words," she said crying. "That's what it sounded like to me also Marge," Cath said. "He was that kind to me when Reg died, he really made me feel he cared and I felt comforted," she blubbered from her handkerchief. "Frank, take care of her I'll go make some tea," Cath said as she left the room. I sat down alongside of her and she immediately wrapped her arms around me and placed her head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry Frank, I have no control over your life, I'm just being silly, I wanted someone to just be there and somehow you always were. Ann was just saying that this afternoon." I took her chin in my hand and planted a kiss onto her lips. That was like a signal, for she now crushed her tear soaked mouth on mine and pressed with all her strength. "Oh why did my mother, get you into her bed before me. It is me who has had a crush on you for years. I dream about you Frank an old has-been like me, old enough to be your grandmother. I get all hot and sticky whenever you're near." "What is it Marge, you need some stiff cock?" "Need it I'm begging for it. Can't you tell, I'm confessing to you like I've never done before? Begging to be taken to bed, by a young man, I must be sick." "No you're not you're just normal. You want me I will stay the night, will that be alright?" "With who? My mother?" "No you, you really are a very desirable woman Marge and I would be honoured to slip a length of cock to you," I said with a laugh. "You're a liar and a foul mouthed man, but I do love you," she said now smiling. "Liar about what?" "Me being desirable!" "Well you are to me; I love ladies with lovely hips and busts to bury my head into." "If that is your datum then I have both these assets. Yes spend the night with me; I want to see what you have that makes my mother so attached to you." "Oh you'll be attached, I can assure you," I said kissing her on the nose." Cath understood when I said I would be spending the night with Marge; in fact she was as excited as Marge was. There was no nightie to-night as I looked at her lovely rounded body with the wide hips just begging to be lain on. Marge was like her mother is now, she opened her legs and raised her hips as I got between then the only difference was she had her eyes closed all the time so she never knew what slipped up her passage until it was too late. Now she was backing up the bed trying to get away, but I just bored in. "Please Frank, Oh God you are too big, you are far bigger than Greg was, oh you are stretching me too far." I paid no heed as now I had a hold of her hips and pulled her body to me, as I sank in so out pubs were touching and then I rested allowing her time to adjust. Adjust she did and very quick too. "Oh Frank, now I see why mum wants you in her bed once a week," "So no complaints now Marge, you know I love how you feel, I love your whole body, you're so soft and I love your bottom. See I love all of you." "I never knew a man could get as big as you are Frank, I never thought I would get you all in but now you are I want you to stay for ever, It's a pity I can't walk around with you in me. Oh Frank shove more in as much as you can, I want you to reach my throat." By the way she was carrying on I knew she was as bad as her mother, but once a week was no strain on me so I have to get Marge to also agree to once a week fuck. The only think she is so nice I may want more. The one thing is the ease with which they submitted, almost threw themselves onto my cock. I wonder if all this age group are as easy to gain a man's favours. That is something I'm going to pursue, but not for a long time yet now I have two in the same house. My tale would have ended there if I had had a shower before I left Marges, but I didn't. I returned home and for once in a very long time my mother was up early on this Sunday morning. She was sitting at the breakfast bar drinking her coffee in her dressing gown when I went in. "You came from next door, I watched you from when you left. What were you doing there?" "I don't think you really want to know mum," I shot back. As I passed her she grabbed my arm. "You stink of woman; you have been giving next door one haven't you? Which one, they are both far older than me too. You said you wouldn't touch me in a hundred years, yet you go messing about with women who could be my mother." She had stood up and was holding me and her house coat fell open. My mother was bare underneath; I looked at her firm breasts with the torrid nipples quivering in front of me to the hairy patch between her legs. I had to have her, I shut my mind to her yakking in my ear and turned her around in one fluid movement, bent her over the stool she had been sitting on. The house coat was flung up showing her round bottom and the little mound showing beneath, my trousers dropped in a flash as I drove my cock between the lips of that little mound. I sank right in, I was expecting her to be slack, with the amount of uncles that had been to the house, but she gripped my cock tighter than any of the other two. I didn't need to push that hard either for she drove her hips back onto me making me sink into the maximum. "Holy shit Frankie, you really have a big prick. If I'd know you were so well hung I'd have had you where you are now a lot sooner. Don't think of me as your mum but as the slack old hag you always call me. I don't care Frankie. Am I as good as the woman next door?" "Yea you're just as good as both of them," I said driving my cock as hard as I can into her body. Now I had my hands under her with a breast in each. At least in this department she was better, but I loved Marges lovely fat bottom it was so lovely smacking into it, but the cunt your in at the present is always the best at that moment and at the present time I was deep up my mothers. What is it about a big cock that turns them on so? For a long time I hated my deformity, now I am quite proud of it. It was almost like the time I was in a pub and a bloke there didn't believe anyone could have a ten inch cock until I made a bet with him that if I did I would be allowed to shove it up his arse. All my mates started laughing and he backed down, maybe he wasn't a poofter after all. When I let her up, she brushed down her house coat and kissed me whilst holding my face. "Fit me in on one of your free days, you got yourself a personal whore." These three ladies were the first of many future sexual encounters and remain my staple base.
Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful	8,976	4.51	734,979	[]	"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful" Remember that line? It was from a commercial from the 80's - a shampoo commercial, I think. Well, I live the opposite gender version of this -"Don't hate me because I'm handsome." My name is Jim. The product of a handsome Italian father and a beautiful Greek mother, I was a cute baby, a cute little kid, a cute boy, a good-looking young man. Now ,in my early 30's, 6'2", in good shape, with my parents' dark Mediterranean looks, I've been admired, praised, gazed at hungrily by women, (and some men) all my life. Think of (for you of a certain generation) Victor Mature, or more currently, Chris Noth, Gilles Marini.... You get the picture. Things came to me rather easily, as they tend to do to good-looking people, and I could have grown up to be a real conceited prick. But as much-loved as I was my both parents, my mother could see the reaction her son had on others, and wasn't about to stand for an arrogant little monster under her roof, especially being the only boy (I had two older sisters) I remember when I was around 15, the girls were already calling, something my mother couldn't stand. Evidently I had given 2 girls the impression that I was taking them to a school dance, and one of them was calling me to sort it out. I was sitting on my bed reading. Mom told me about the call, but not wanting to deal with the drama, I said "tell her I'm not here." Boy, was that the wrong move! I heard her speaking to the girl, she hung up, and next thing I knew she was in my room, smacking me upside the head with her slipper, telling me what a sin it was to be rude to people, how terrible it was to lead those poor little girls on, how she wasn't going to tolerate a Lothario in her midst (I had to go look it up later), and I was going to grow up to be a considerate, thoughtful and respectful man, even if she had to kill me first! She was a Greek fury, and I apologized up and down, straightened the whole situation out, and made sure I never pissed her off like that again. Of course, my father heard about it, laughed his ass off, said something like "welcome to the club." To this day he'll mention it every now and again, just to keep me humble. Fast-forward to the present. Both sisters are married. I have nieces and nephews. I have a successful career, a nice home, have a good life, and both parents and sisters on my ass as to why I haven't found a nice girl and settled down. It's not that I didn't have plenty of choices-it was almost too easy, given my physicality (sorry Mom, but it is what it is). I did a lot of dating and even had some semi-serious relationships. But I was looking for a lovely dark Mediterranean girl (just never understood the American male obsession with the blue-eyed blond California surfer girl look) with a great sense of humor, good sense of self and of what she wanted in life, happy in her career, same values as me, and I just hadn't quite run across her yet. Until the day that a new woman showed up in church. I had noticed her in the congregation, but when she joined the choir where I sang bass, I had the chance to get to know her on a no-pressure basis. She physically met the criteria---She could have been my sister looks-wise (but that's kinda creepy so we won't go there!). Her name was Anna, we were of the same faith, she was friendly with all,she had an easy laugh and was obviously interested. So we started going out. She was smart, could hold her own in conversations on any subject, and I found myself wondering why she hadn't been snapped up already. Of course, she probably wondered the same about me. We'd been out a few times when she invited me over for dinner. She was a great cook, and after the meal we were enjoying a drink out on her secluded patio on a lovely summer evening. Now we'd done a little nuzzling and cuddling before, but I believe in taking things slow, letting the woman indicate when she wants more, since the expectation is that the man always pushes.. That approach had served me well through the years. We were on the bench with her on my left, when we started kissing, my arm around her back. This time, however, she returned the kisses more deeply. I kissed back in kind, She parted her lips, and I teased her tongue with mine. She looked at me with those dark gorgeous eyes - "did anybody tell you you're a really great kisser?". I replied " um, yes, but right back atcha." She smiled and we went back at it. I let my right hand tease the back of her neck and I could hear her "mmmmm" purring like a cat. I drew my hand down her back, teasing with my fingers, and coming around her side, slid my hand to under her left breast. She took my hand and placed it firmly on that lovely mound. My fingers drew ever-decreasing circles until they were right over her nipple. I could tell she was wearing a thin bra under her top, and I began to flick her nipple with my thumb. She stopped kissing me, pulled back and pulled her top over her head, tossing it on the floor. This was a surprise! I smiled and said "well, aren't we subtle?" She laughed and placed both my hands on her breasts. She had on a lovely satin and lace number, and I felt that sweet familiar swelling in my crotch. I continued to gently caress her, and then she reached back and unhooked her bra. I took hold of lacy cups and pulled them towards me as she wiggled out of them. And then her naked breasts faced me. God, they were gorgeous! Round and firm and with those brownish-pink areolas that brunettes have. I tickled both her nipples with my thumbs as she let out an "ooh" of satisfaction. Then I went back to those long, slow circles around the breast itself, arriving once again at the nipples, tickling them gently which made her arch her back slightly and make more pleasurable sounds. I bent towards her, taking her left nipple into my mouth, I circled around my tongue, and then flicked it across her nip quickly. She reacted quickly. I then moved over and did the same thing to her right, as her breathing became louder. "Oh!" she moaned, "thank you so much for not twisting or biting or sucking hard like too many idiots do - this is so wonderful!" I looked up at her and said " I was taught to start softly and only go harder if I was told to." She sighed "well, those are wise words. Who taught you that?" I smiled at her "a gentleman never kisses and tells, but I can share with you that it was a cliched scenario - older woman takes younger man in hand, etc, etc.". "Well, that's the way it should always go, especially if the results are this good." she said firmly. "Why, thank you!" I grinned back, as I let my right hand travel down her thigh. She had on one of those little flouncy skirts that moved so seductively when she walked. I started lightly tickling my fingers behind her left knee, moving my hand up her thigh, as she drew her breath in a pleasured "ooh". My hand continued up to her panties, and then moved over to the other thigh, tickling it's way down to the other knee. I kept on with this, making the arc shorter and shorter, until there was no place else to go. She was trembling by now, arching with desire for me to touch her in the middle, her body practically begging for me for me to finger her there. My own organ was throbbing and pushing against my pants. So, I drew my index finger up and down right in the middle of her pussy, where I figured her clit would be. She moaned and drew herself up against me, and then relaxed down again. "Was that a little coming?"I asked. She nodded weakly. I moved my finger against her slowly, then quickly, then slowly again, driving her nuts with the sensations. Then I pulled aside her panties and placed my middle finger right in her wet cleft. Her teeth began chattering, and I pulled back, looking at her questiongly. "I always do that when I'm very turned on." "Wow!" I said. "That's wild. Love it. Shall I proceed?" "Oh God, yes." she sighed. I returned my finger there, and began moving it up and down, teasing her from her clit to the entrance, feeling the slick wetness there. First slowly a few times, then a few very fast. I'm sure she came again, given the response. I pulled my hand out and when she looked at me to see why I stopped, my finger was at my lips. "See how marvelous you smell." I inhaled softly. I ran my tongue down my finger. "taste how marvelous you are." and offered it to her. What happened next I could never have predicted. Tears started rolling down her cheeks and she began to cry. I felt as if I was dashed with scalding water! In my head I heard "Fuck man! What the hell did you do? Fix it! Fix it! Fix it!" I could feel myself wilt below. I stammered "sweetie, I'm so sorry! What did I do wrong?" In a voice choked with tears, she said "Nothing! That's the most beautiful compliment my body has ever been paid!" I was still a bit in shock, and asked "you mean no one has told you how sweet your pussy is?" She shook her head. "I guess I haven't been lucky with men. I don't know how I do it, but my few experiences have been anything but like this. I ended up with selfish jerks who thought of me as some kind of trophy, They weren't even considerate in bed." The hurt just poured out of her. Oh. My. God. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My heart melting a bit, I scooped her up and murmured into her hair, "Oh honey - Those weren't men. They weren't even boys. Those were just assholes." "Now let's go and erase those horrible memories from your mind, and erase the fact that you just scared the shit outta me." She started laughing in spite of herself. I carried her into her bedroom, and laid her down on the bed. It was now past dusk, and the room was dark. I noticed she had candles on several of the dressers and such, so I lit them. She looked at me, and said "take off your shirt." I knelt by the bed and said "Why don't you help me?" She began to unbutton me as I gave her my best salacious smile to move her mood into a better place. She pulled the shirt out of my pants and opened it up. She gazed at my chest - "Very nice." running her fingers thru the hair there. "I don't like that bare-chested look, too much like a prepubescent boy." As I finished pulling the shirt off, I said "My thoughts exactly. And I'm grateful it's not too much - you know some of the Italian/Greek boys can look like gorillas!" She laughed. "Whew!" I thought - back on track! I smiled at her and said "let's just complete the look, shall we?" tugging at her skirt playfully. She raised her hips and I pulled it off, revealing the rest of her lovely figure. I stood at the side of the bed while she unbuckled my belt, and unzipped me. Happily, things had returned to their earlier state. She pushed my pants down to reveal black silk boxers that had become a tent. "Oh wow! I LOVE men who wear sexy shorts!" she gushed. I worked my pants off my feet and joined her on the bed."Well here ah is! Now, where were we?" as I laid down beside her. She took my hand, and placed it between her legs, "I think we were here when you overwhelmed me." I began tickling her again a few moments through the silky fabric, as she took my stiff cock in her hand. Oh - wow! Did that feel great! She massaged me up and down while I diddled my finger on her pussy again. The air was still except for the sounds of our mutual pleasuring. I removed her panties and we viewed each others' naked bodies with lustful looks. She had a bit of black pubic hair on top, which pleased me - Like the male chest, I don't like a bare pussy that looks like it belongs to a 10-year old gir. Her inner parts were the same dark pink color of her nipples, now glistening in the candlelight. She complimented my generous cock, noting that we had the same coloring of our "goodies" as she put it. She made me lie back while she made a tickly motion with her fingers up and down my erection, and lightly ran her fingers over the hair on my balls.Oh LORD!!! The sensations were unbelievable! . She heard my groan and said "Do you like it this lightly?" My eyes closed in pleasure, I replied "you have no idea." I just laid back and enjoyed it. When I found myself getting a little too close to the edge, I sat up, put her on her back and got on all fours over her. "Didn't you enjoy it?" she wondered. I winked - "Just a little bit too much." and she understood. I started kissing her face, then worked my way down, ever so slowly, hovering over each breast for awhile, tongueing her lovely titties, then pausing over her bellybutton, which she quickly shoo'ed me away from, giggling as it was too ticklish. I continued down, licking the insides of her thighs, using my tongue and lips where before my fingers had excited her, I tickled the hair on her Venus mound with my fingers, and let them trace down either side on the outer lips. She shivered a little. The smell of her was such an aphrodisiac, I pushed my nose and lips right into the middle of her, kissing her inner lips and tasting the wonderful juice from her cunny. She let out a long "ohhhhhh!" and grabbed my head with both hands. I continued tickling her sweet pussy with my tongue. First a long flat lapping, going from her pink petals, up to the top, where I did a quick flick with the tip of my tongue on her clit, then went back down with a side-to-side movement. I repeated this for a few minutes, hearing her cries of delight,and feeling the movements of her pelvis. I came up for air. She sat up and pulled me towards her, kissing and licking her own juices off my face. "Doesn't that taste wonderful? See why I love doing that to you?" I asked. There were no tears this time. She surprised me by pushing me down on my back, scooched down between my outstretched legs, and returned the favor. I was blown away. This little church girl had quite the technique. She licked and lapped and sucked my cock with abandon. Her tongue tickled my balls. Between her hands, tongue, lips and mouth, I was in Heaven. I suppose my response was as noisy as hers had been to me, because I'd look up to watch her at work, which turned me on even more, and she had a wicked little smile on her face. Finally I couldn't take any more, I wanted to be inside her, and told her so. "How do you like to do it, you nasty little thing?", I joked, grabbing her and kissing her hard. "Me on top? You on top? On our sides? From behind? What?" "Surprise me." she smirked. So, I had her lie down on her back, with her bent legs over me, while I laid on my left side. I took my cock and teased her wet pussy with it. I slowly pushed into her, and encouraged her to scootch a little closer. I went very slowly, a little more at a time, then pulled back, a little more, then back, both of us not holding back our sounds of pleasure. At last I was all the way in. Oh God! She was so tight, and I could feel her pussy pulsing. We started a rhythm -- a few strokes ve-ry slow-ly, then several very quickly and stop! We could feel the little aftershocks. Slowly and quickly, slowly and quickly, me playing with her clit during some of the slow strokes for added pleasure. I could see with each time she was coming closer and closer. We kept this rhythm for quite a while. Then at the end of one of the quick phases she pleaded " please, faster, and harder, don't stop!" We both moved against each other with quicker and quicker strokes, our bodies slapping against each other in that bawdy percussion of unabashed fucking. Harder and faster, gasping and panting, until I heard her scream " Oh honey, I'm coming! Oh God, Oh!!!!" At that moment I could feel her walls grabbing, grabbing my cock, and I let it go. A sweet, dizzying explosion went from my balls out into her, down my legs, up my spine, into my gut, and I yelled in ecstasy "Oh God, I am too!" I swear, we must have made the walls shake with our climaxing. My mind was whirling, whirling, and we collapsed in a satisfied heap. Once we came to ourselves, I moved up with my head on one of her pillows and stretched out the length of the bed. I beckoned her to come to me. She cuddled up beside me, and I'm sure the thought in both of our minds as we drifted off to sleep, was "this one's a keeper."
Matty Meets Kimmy Ch. 03	26,124	4.67	604,310	[ "anal virgin", "anniversary", "breakup", "make up sex", "boyfriend girlfriend", "young love", "romance", "anal sex" ]	Ch 3 in the series. Enjoy, and please comment if you do. Thanks Disclaimer: All individuals in the following work of fiction are above the age of 18 yrs old. Matt had left to drop Adam and Summer to the airport. I was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner for our special night. I left the pasta boiling on the stove and began to set the table. After laying out the plates and cutlery I positioned a single white candle in the middle of the small dining table. I returned to the stove to stir the pasta sauce and begin grilling the chicken strips. When everything was more or less set, I switched off the stove, took a quick shower and threw on a simple red summer dress. When Matt returned I was all done, sitting on the couch watching some television. I watched as he walked in. I smiled as he looked around the dim living room, the lit candle on the table drawing his attention. "Babe, this looks perfect," he commented as he stared at the two plates of food I had prepared and placed on the table. He walked up to me and smiled, "I should add that you look perfect as well," he commented. "Shall we?" I asked reaching my hand out to him. He held my hand and pulled me up from the couch. We walked over to the table and, like the gentleman he was, he held out my chair for me. We sat and began to eat. "So did everything go smoothly with Adam and Summer?" I asked. "Yup, Summer said she'd give a ring to let us know they've arrived safely." I nodded and took a sip of the chilled champagne. "Wow, Kimmy, this tastes amazing," Matt commented as he took a bite of the grilled chicken. "Don't act so surprised that your girlfriend can cook," I chuckled. "You know that's not what I mean, I know my baby can cook," he defended. "I know babe, I'm just teasing," I smiled. As we finished up with dinner, Matt cleared the table and I retrieved the two chocolate gelato cups from the refrigerator. We curled up on the couch for dessert, Matt with his arm wrapped around me. "I'm gonna miss you so much over the next week," I complained. "I know babe, me too, but it's just a week, and we'll be together for New Year's," Matt replied, trying to console me. "Oh, I wrapped those presents for your sister and brother in-law, and the Barbie kit for Kelsey, I stuck em in your suitcase," I informed. "Thanks sweetie, I honestly don't know what I did before I met you," Matt joked. Matt fed me the final spoonful of icy delight from my cup. I stood up licking my lips, tasting chocolate on the sides of my mouth, and took Matt's empty cup from him. I placed the cups and spoons in the sink and returned to Matt. He stood up and kissed me, his tongue was still cold from his last spoonful of gelato. I kissed Matt like it was the last time I would ever get to kiss him, driving my tongue into his mouth, searching desperately for his, and then swirling around it once I found it. Matt's hand found my left breast, softly massaging it. I could feel my hard nipple press against his palm through the thin fabric of my dress. Matt pulled his mouth from mine, and I wiped the saliva that joined our lips. "Wanna take this to your room?" Matt whispered. "Love to," I replied with a smile. I squealed in delight as Matt lifted me off my feet and carried me to my bedroom, stopping along the way to blow out the candle on the table. Once in my room, Matt laid me down on the bed and we began kissing once more. His body was pressed onto me and his hand found my breasts once again. After a few minutes, we needed some time to catch our breaths. Matt sat me up at the edge of the bed and knelt of the floor before me. His hands clung to the sides of my dress as he lifted the light garment off me. I raised my butt off the bed just a little so the dress could be removed then sat back down. Matt thoughtfully and delicately placed my dress over the back of a nearby chair then turned to me. I sat before him in just my white lace thong, my chest bare to him. His eyes were fixed onto my breasts. "You are the most perfect thing on this earth," he whispered. I blushed, feeling truly special. Matt leaned over and took my right breast in his mouth. He sucked on my hard nipple, then used his warm tongue, licking and swirling. He cupped my other breasts with his hand, teasingly tweaking my rosy red nipple. He must have spent at least five minutes on each breast, sucking and licking them, leaving my soft round flesh glistening, lightly coated in his saliva. I almost groaned in disappointment as he finally let my throbbing nipple slip from between his teeth. I watched eagerly as he stood up and began removing his white, blue striped shirt. The sight of his bare chest, his tiny hard nipples, and smooth stomach had me squirming in my panties. Matt grinned at me as he lowered his skinny jeans. He now stood before me in just his blue boxer briefs, his prominent bulge arching in its cotton confines. I scooted up the bed and lay down while Matt crawled onto me, "I love you so much," I whispered as he leaned in and kissed me. "I love you too baby," Matt replied as he snaked his hand between my legs and began rubbing the lips of my pussy through my damp panties. He eventually pulled my panties to the side so he could gain access to my bare cunt. I cooed as he slid a finger into me. I could tell I was already dripping as Matt's finger slid with ease into and out of my opening. My body shuddered when I felt Matt's thumb press against my clit. He knew exactly how to get me going and wasn't holding back as he immediately began rubbing circles around my nub. As Matt fingered me he moved his head back to my chest, teasing my nipple with his tongue. As he rubbed quicker and quicker, Matt kissed his way between my breasts, taking my other nipple in his warm mouth. "Baby you're gonna make me cum," I cried. Matt now inserted a second finger into my tight opening sliding them faster and faster. "Oh fuck baby! Ahhh Ahhhh ahhhhhhh!!! Mhmmmm," I moaned as I squeezed my thighs around Matt's hand. I could feel every muscle in my body tense up as warm glowing sensation made its way through me. "Fuckk baby mhmmmm," I continued to cry as my body twitched over and over. Matt's mouth left my breast and found my mouth. He kissed me and I moaned into his mouth as my climax continued. I finally began to calm down. I lowered my hips back down to the bed; I didn't even know I had raised them. Matt pulled his fingers from me and brought them between our mouths. We both lick his glistening fingers. My juices were still warm as I licked Matt's fingers up and down. I hungrily inserted Matt's thumb into my mouth, sucking as he pulled it out. We then briefly pressed our lips together. I was breathing heavily as Matt just patiently lay beside me. I could feel the bulge of Matt's cock pressing against the side of my thigh. I rolled onto him and straddled his stomach. "Now let me just take care of you, and then we can get around to playing with our new toys," I said as I stared into his eyes. I shimmied down and sat on Matt's thighs, then reached down and slid his briefs down a little, just enough for his gorgeous cock to spring free. I immediately lowered my head and took him in my mouth and began bobbing up and down. I felt Matt clear the hair from my forehead and I directed my eyes upwards making contact with his. He smiled down at me as I snaked my tongue along the length of his shaft. I sucked all the way up till Matt's cock made a pop as it exited my mouth. I spat rudely on the head of Matt's penis, watching my saliva slowly make its way down. I lowered my head again, a huge smile on my face; Matt had told me on several occasions how much it turned him on when I spit on his cock during blowjobs. I wrapped my tiny hand around the base of Matt's cock holding him in place is I licked and lapped at him like a popsicle. After teasing him for a while, I slid him back into my mouth and resumed bobbing my head up and down. "Oh God Kimmy, I'm about to ahhhhh," Matt groaned, not having enough time to finish his sentence as he bucked his hips and began cumming in my mouth. I slowed my bobbing, instead leaving my mouth at the tip of Matt's exploding penis. His warm seed filled my mouth as I slowly stroked his shaft. When I sensed Matt was done I let go of his penis swallowed his warm cum. I sat up and swallowed again, before briefly coughing. When I was settled, I lay down on Matt, squashing his soft penis under my abdomen. "Sorry about the late warning baby," Matt whispered. "Aww babe, don't even worry about it, besides, you know how much I love swallowing your hot spunk," I replied. Matt leaned up and we kissed. After a brief embrace, Matt gently rolled me off of him. He reached over to the bedside table at grabbed the white plastic bag. He emptied the lube and vibrator onto the bed, "You think you're ready?" he softly asked. I nodded in response. Matt picked up the pink vibrator, taking it out of the plastic holding. I watched as he walked to the bathroom and I heard him washing the toy. When Matt returned he was drying the slender toy with a bath towel. He switched it on and we both giggled as a loud buzzing filled the room. Matt switched the toy off again and sat down on the bed. I got up and onto my hands and knees, craning my neck to smile at him. "Are you scared?" he asked, his voice trembling with concern. "Scared? . . .No. A little nervous though," I confided. "Okay, I'll go slow, and you be sure to tell me if anything doesn't feel right," Matt stated. "Okay baby." Matt smiled at me then I felt him planting kisses on my butt cheeks. He was so sweet and gentle with everything he did. I shut my eyes tight as I felt Matt's hands spreading my cheeks and his tongue sliding over my ass hole. He licked up and down then focused on my tight opening. After a few minutes, Matt withdrew, and I saw him pick up the bottle of lube. I arched my back and watched him pour some of the clear liquid onto the vibrator. He then used his hand to slide up and down the pink plastic, covering the entire thing in lube. I watched as he held the bottle of lube over me, "This might be a bit cold," he warned before squeezing the bottle and letting some of the lube pour onto me, landing between my butt crack. I giggled as I felt the cool liquid slowly trickle down between my cheeks. I then felt Matt's fingers, rubbing slowly around my anus. "Okay babe, here it comes," Matt announced. I waited in nervous anticipation, and then I felt it, the tapered tip of the toy pressing against my butthole. "Relax sweetie, and breathe," Matt whispered. I did as he said and felt myself open a little, at which point I felt the tip of the toy slide into me. On my direction, Matt slid it in further, going very slow. It was such a strange feeling being filled in this manner, definitely nothing I'd ever felt before. "Okay, it's all the way in" Matt announced. "It is?" I asked disbelievingly. I arched my neck to try to see but couldn't "Should I turn on the vibrator now?" he asked. "Okay," I replied. I could feel Matt fiddling with the vibrator, then an unbelievable sensation pulsing though me, "OOhhh my god," I groaned as Matt turned up the intensity on the vibrator. I took a few seconds to get accustom to the new sensation, "Okay Matty, you can start," I whimpered. This was soon followed by Matt slowly pulling the slender pulsing plastic toy out of me, then pushing it back in. The toy slid with ease thanks to the lube and it felt amazing gliding in and out of my asshole. As Matt filled me over and over again with the vibrator I felt his other hand below me, cupping my dripping pussy. He began to rub me, his fingers sliding back and forth over my clit. My moans and cries had apparently alerted Matt to my growing comfort as I felt him plunging the toy faster and harder. "Ahhh yessss, fuck me babby," I moaned. "Ahhhhh ahhhhh mhmmm mhmmm!" My cries were loud and forceful as I felt myself cumming. My anus squeezed down on the vibrator. I was certain I would suck it up into me if Matt hadn't been holding onto it. Matt pulled his hand from my pussy at my request; my orgasm had left my lips and clit extremely sensitive. "I think I'm ready for you baby," I moaned. "Thank goodness babe, I'm rock hard back here, you have no idea what a turn on watching your cute little butthole is," Matt admitted as he pulled the vibrator from my ass. I groaned out loud as it slid from me and smiled embarrassingly to myself upon hearing Matt's words. I arched my neck and watched as Matt applied some lube to his cock, "Ohh my, you really are turned on," I commented as my eyes lit up at the sight of Matt's throbbing erection. Matt excitedly knelt down behind me. I felt his slippery hands rubbing my butt cheeks, "Baaabbyyyy, quit teasing, I need you now," I pleaded. Matt gave into my cries and I felt his warm cock between my buttcheeks. I eagerly reached behind and held my cheeks apart; giving him the best view of what turned him on so much. I felt the tip of Matt's cock pressing against my asshole, "Be sure and let me know if you're ever in pain," Matt warned again. "I will baby, I promise," I replied. With that I felt Matt pressing his bulbous head into my asshole. It was a big difference from the vibrator as Matt was a lot thicker. He went very slowly, and when I felt his head slip past my sphincter, I felt an uncomfortably sharp sensation, "Oooh, wait baby wait," I groaned. Matt stopped immediately, "Do you want me to pull out?" he asked. "No, no, I think I just need a second," I explained. I felt my asshole grow accustom to Matt's presence and the pain eventually dissipated. "Okay Matty, more," I urged. Matt continued with his slow penetration, sliding into my ass. I was groaning constantly as Matt eased in millimeter by sensational millimeter, a result of both pleasure and slight discomfort. I think Matt was about halfway in when I felt myself breathe out and totally relax at which point Matt simply slid in all the way. "OOHHH FUCK babe, you're so tight," Matt groaned. I didn't reply to Matt, instead I was lost in a euphoric trance. I felt so filled, and my clit was throbbing uncontrollably. I finally came back down to earth when I heard Matt ask, "How does it feel Kimmy?" "When does it start vibrating?" I joked. Matt laughed as he gently swatted my butt with his hand. I wiggled my body, letting myself adjust to having his cock buried in my ass. "It feels amazing actually," I admitted, "I can feel you every time you throb," I explained. "I can feel you every time you squeezed down on me," Matt replied. "You have to feel how hard my clit is babe," I said to Matt. I felt Matt reaching below me. "Ahhhh mhmmmm," I cried when I felt Matt's fingers press against my engorged clitoris. Matt pulled his hand from below me and I replaced it with my own hand. I felt Matt grab onto to my hips as he began to slide out of me, then slowly back it. I had begun slowly teasing my clit with my fingers. Matt continued with his teasingly slow pace, I could tell he was a bit hesitant. "You can go faster baby, you're not going to break me, I swear," I stated. I groaned as Matt's plunges became harder and faster. I quickened the pace with which I was rubbing my clit. My cunt was drooling with my juices, my hand almost soaked. "Ahhhhh fuck baby yesss, fuck your sweetie's ass," I cried. Matt continued pounding, his grip on my hips getting tighter. "Ghhahhhhh ahh ahhhh ahhh," Matt grunted. My hand was moving with extreme speed now, rubbing hard against my clit, my climax was imminent. My toes curled and I felt my asshole squeeze down hard on Matt's pistoning cock, as my orgasm shattered through my body. My pussy convulsed, as it expelled my creamy girl cum. "Ohh god baby mhmmm," I moaned as I pulled my hand from my still throbbing clit, Matt's cock still stretching my asshole as he fucked harder and harder. "Mhmmm fill me with your cum baby," I groaned, desperate to have Matt cum deep inside me. Matt continued pushing in and out of me. I felt his grasp on my hips tighten and I knew he was there. With deep and long groan, Matt pushed hard into me. I felt his cock pulse over and over again and his warm semen spilling into me. "Mhmmm yes baby yes," I cooed. Matt had stopped thrusting and just remained there with his cock in me, still throbbing. He eventually went soft and pulled himself from me. I eased my way down, and lay on my stomach. I turned my head to the side to face Matt who had lain down beside me. "That was fucking amazing," he panted. "I know, I don't think I've ever came so hard," I replied as I raised my hand to Matt's face to show him my glistening fingers. I giggled as he licked my fingers, devouring my juices. We both lay their staring at each other, our bodies completely spent. "Wanna go get cleaned up?" Matt asked. "I'd like to, but I'm afraid I'm gonna leak all over my carpet," I giggled. Matt stood up beside the bed. He leaned over and worked his hands under my body, under my thighs and stomach. He lifted me off the bed, carrying me into the bathroom. We took a quick shower and returned to my room. Matt helped me change my sheets which were coated in our juices. Falling into bed wrapped in each other's arms, I kissed Matt on the cheek. "What was that for?" he asked. "For a truly memorable night," I replied. "I think I should be the one thanking you," he responded. We fell asleep soon after. The next morning Matt and I got up and got dressed and headed to the airport. We had a quick breakfast at a café in the airport terminal then Matt walked me to my gate. He sat with me as long as he could before he had to go to his own gate. We sat with our foreheads pressed together, staring into each other's eyes. "I'll see you in a week babe," Matt whispered. "Uh huh," I whimpered. I could feel a single tear rolling down my cheek. "Please don't cry sweetie, cause then I'm gonna start crying," Matt pleaded as he wiped my cheek. I sniffed hard, trying to compose myself. "Call me when you land?" I asked. "I promise," Matt replied, before kissing me on my lips. We lingered a few seconds more before Matt stood up and I watched him walk away. XXXXX First week of classes was always a hectic week. I was delighted when I spotted Matt and Adam across the university cafeteria. I made my way over to them and sat down beside Matt. "Hey guys, how's your day going?" I greeted. "Hi Kim, so far so good, we still have to get down to the bookstore," Adam replied. "Well goodluck, Summer and I were there yesterday, the place is absolute chaos." "Thanks for the heads up, well I'll leave you two to catch up, gotta get to class anyway. Matty, meet you at the book store at 4 right?" "Yeah man, I'll see you there," Matt replied, as we watched Adam walk off. I took a French fry off Matt's plate along with a sip of his cola, "So how are your classes so far babe?" I asked. "They're fine, but it's just the first week, we've just gone over the syllabus, no actual work yet. What about you?" "More or less the same," I replied. "Hey Kimmy, do you know what this weekend is?" Matt asked, a wide smile on his face. I smiled back at him, delighted he remembered our one year anniversary, not that I thought that he'd forget, but it was a nice feeling in any case. "Yes I do Matt," I replied. "Well I was thinking, the fair is back in town, I thought it'd be nice to go again. This Friday night?" "Sounds nice, can't wait." "Okay, pick you up at seven then," he responded. We sat there another five minutes while Matt finished up with his burger and then he walked me to my next class. XXXXX I sat on the couch dressed in jeans and a red plaid shirt, waiting for Matt, when Summer came strolling in. "So big night for you two huh? Where are you going?" she asked. "Oh we're going back to the fair," I told her. "Awww that's sweet, back to the scene of the crime huh?" she joked. "Sum I don't think I ever thanked you for taking me out that night, but I want to thank you now, that night was the start of something really special," I stated. "Awww sweetie, you don't have to thank me, I'm so happy for you two," Summer replied. Right then there was a knock at the door, "Speaking of something really special. . ."Summer teased as she walked me over to the door. I opened the door to a waiting Matt. He was dressed in jeans and a white v-neck. "Have fun you guys," Summer said as we waved goodbye to her. Matt drove us to the fair. He paid and we went it. It was a beautiful night, much like the one a year ago. We went on the ferris wheel first, something we didn't get to do last time because of the intimacy involved in a ride like this and we weren't dating yet. We must have made out the entire time going round and round. After the ferris wheel we tried our hands at some games. I won a tiny stuffed tiger on the ring toss, which I carried around like a trophy. I bought a stick of cotton candy and we walked around for a while. "I think I like the fair much better this year," Matt commented as he nuzzled his nose against the side of my head which caused me to giggle. "Me too babe," I replied as I fed him a clump of the neon blue cotton candy. I squealed gleefully when I felt him licking my fingers. After I threw away the white plastic stick that was once surrounded by a cloud of cotton candy, we walked around for a bit until we came up on "The Spider." Matt and I took a seat on the very bench we sat at a year before and watched as kids boarded the ride. "Do you remember that night?" I asked as I combed the hair behind Matt's ear with my fingers. "Of course I do, that was probably the best night of my life," Matt exalted. "Mine too," I replied. "You remember when we were on the ride, when you placed your hands on mine. I was so scared in that moment, but when I felt your hands on mine, it. . . I can't explain it, but I felt a spark through my entire body. And when you whispered into my ear, we hardly knew each other, but I believed your every word, and I knew I was gonna be okay." I was getting almost misty eyed as I talked. Matt held my hand and stroked my arm. "That touch was magical for me too baby," Matt admitted. "I remember thinking to myself after that night, "I've got to see that girl again." You stole my heart that night Kim, and you've kept it ever since." We both leaned in and kissed. Matt's lips were so soft, and his hand cradling my head so gentle. Matt pulled away from my face, "I guess this is as good as time as any to give you this," he stated as he reached into his back pocket and retrieved a flat velvet black box. He held it out to me and whispered, "Happy one year anniversary Kimmy." My hands trembled as I reached out and opened the box. I was taken aback by the sight of the sliver necklace with diamond rose pendant. "Oh my god baby, it's beautiful. I stared into Matt's eyes and held my hair in a ponytail, "Do you mind?" I asked. "I'd love to," Matt replied as he removed the necklace from the box. He placed it against my chest and reached behind my neck, clasping the two ends of the necklace together. "Thank you so much Matt, I love it," I stated as I stared down at the beautiful piece of jewelry hanging just above my cleavage. I took Matt's hand in mine and we stood up and started walking around some more. After a few more games and some gentle rides, Matt and I decided to go home. I noticed Matt was heading to his place and not mine, "I thought we were going to my place?" I asked. Matt turned to me and smiled, "I got Adam to go spend the night at your place, so my place is free," he explained. I smiled as we pulled into the parking lot. We walked up the stairs and into Matt and Adam's apartment. "Wait right here for two seconds," Matt stated as he rushed off into his room. He returned a half a minute later and stood behind me. "Okay, its ready, close your eyes" he said excitedly said as he placed his hands over my eyes and proceeded to walk me over to his bedroom. I was somewhat confused but happy to go along with Matt's plans. I sensed we were in Matt's room and felt him remove his hands. I slowly opened my eyes to the sight of his room; his bed was surrounded by red candles. There were candles on the window sill, on his desk, on his shelf. And then there was his bed, covered in red rose petals. Matt's room smelled like a flower garden. "Ohh Matt, it's beautiful," I gushed. I turned around and hugged him, "You're beautiful," he replied before we began to kiss. We made our way over to the bed, carefully avoiding the candles. Matt laid me down and we continued kissing. "I love you so much Matt," I whispered as he kissed and licked my neck. "I love you too Kim," he replied as he sat up and removed his shirt. "You're so gorgeous" I commented as I raised my hands to his body, roaming across his flat stomach. Matt leaned back in and started kissing below my neck as he began unbuttoning my shirt. His soft warm kisses moved between my breasts as he undid my buttons. With every undid button, Matt moved his kisses lower until there were no more buttons and Matt was kissing my quivering stomach. I sat up a little as Matt pushed my shirt over my shoulder and pulled off me. I lay back down and Matt stared down at me. "I think I'm in love with your little breasts," he whispered as he leaned down and started licking my nipples. "Mhmmm, I love that you love my little breasts," I replied as I ran my hands through Matt's hair. Matt spent equal time sucking on both my breasts then started to undo my jeans. I helped by lifting my butt off the bed and he pulled my jeans off me. Matt hooked his fingers into my pink panties and slid them down to my ankles. I kicked them off, leaving them at the end of the bed. Matt stared down at my naked body, save for my silver necklace. He rubbed his finger across my shallow pubic hair. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever set my eyes on," he whispered. I blushed briefly but was quick to retort, "I think I've seen something as beautiful," I commented as I placed my hands on his hardon and rubbed him through his jeans. "I guess beauty really is in the eye of the beholder," Matt quipped. "Quick, stand up," I instructed. Matt did as I said and I unbuttoned his jeans and slid them, along with his red boxers, down his legs. Matt kicked them off, and after making sure they hadn't landed near any candles, lay back down on me. I spread my legs, bending them at the knee. Matt's warm cock throbbed against my abdomen and my hard nipples pressed hard into his chest. "I could stare into your eyes till forever," I cooed as I smiled up at him. Matt smiled and kissed me. His tongue slid into my mouth and wrapped itself around mine. I snaked my hand between our bodies and found Matt's engorged penis. I jostled below Matt's body and positioned his swollen flesh at the entrance of my pussy. I wiggled around, rubbing the lips of my pussy against the tip of Matt's cock. I felt Matt's cock press between my lips as he gently pushed forward. Soon he was slowly easing into me. "OHHhh god baby," I groaned into Matt's mouth as he filled me. I wrapped my legs behind his hips and held him inside me. Matt began slowly thrusting in and out. I held his face right infront of mine and we stared into each other's eyes. Every few seconds we would kiss, but never once took our eyes off each other. Matt's cock slid in and out of me with ease as our heavy breaths filled the room. "Mhmmmm, ahhhh fuck baby, mhmmm," I moaned. I pulled one of Matt's hands to my chest. I groaned when he squeezed my breasts then gently pinched my nipples. My vagina was soaked now and Matt's thrusting had grown in intensity. "Ohh fuck Kimmy, you're so warm and wet," Matt groaned. "Mhmmm, yeah baby, feel how wet you get me, Ahhhh," I cried. I moaned blissfully as my pussy clenched down on Matt's cock, my back arching as I raised myself off the bed. "Ohhh fuck baby, ohh god ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh." My screams were loud and unbashful. Every muscle in my body seemed to convulse as I came. Apparently my pussy's vice grip hold on Matt's penis was too much as I felt him shoot his load. He groaned out loud as we wrapped our hands around each other's body and held on tightly. Matt's energy had been sapped and his thrusting slowed, eventually coming to a halt. He still remained inside me as my pussy continued to twitch. As he softened, Matt slid from my slit and lay at my side. I turned my head to the side and wiped the sweat from my brow, "How could it be that you look even more beautiful now?" Matt asked. I smiled at him and we both panted for air. "Wanna come help me get cleaned up?" I asked. Matt smiled as he watched me cupping my vagina with my hand, trying to keep his cum from seeping out of me and onto his bed. "Go ahead, I'll be in in a sec, gotta blow out these candles," he whispered. I rolled out of bed and made my way over to the bathroom. Matt joined me shortly after and we showered. I borrowed a t-shirt and pair of boxers from Matt and got dressed for bed. Matt and I lay in his bed staring up at the ceiling. "Thanks for an amazing one year anniversary Matty, you made it really special and wonderful," I whispered as I played with the silver necklace around my neck. Matt rolled over and kissed me on the cheek, "Thanks for an amazing year Kimmy, it's been the best twelve months of my life," he whispered into my ear. I snuggled up to his side and we fell asleep. XXXX A couple weeks later it was a Friday night and I was getting ready to go to the movies with Matt. There was a soft knock on my bedroom door and Matt popped his head in. "Hey, Summer let me in." "Hey Matty, come in, be ready in two minutes," I greeted as I held my hair up and went to the bathroom in search of a hair band. "Hey where's your laptop, wanna check my email real quick," Matt yelled from my room. "Check on my bed, might be under the blanket," I replied. "Found it!" I heard Matt bellow. I went on getting ready, fixing my hair putting on my boots. When I entered my room five minutes later Matt was sat at my desk on my laptop. He turned to me with a somewhat disconcerting look on his face, "What are these?" he asked. "What are what?" I asked. "What are these emails to Simon Caufield, isn't that your ex?" I was shocked that Matt had been going through my emails. "Where did you find those?" I asked sternly. "You left your inbox open on the desktop, now why are you emailing this guy?" "Oh, and were those emails open as well Matt?" "No but I saw them and recognized the name. . ." "So you just thought you'd invade my privacy? How can you do that?" I asked, cutting him off. "Why are you changing the subject Kim? I want to know why you're emailing this guy who you told me broke your heart and was a complete jerk during your break up," Matt retorted, in an equally stern voice. He had now gotten up from the bed and was standing infront of me. We stared fiecely into each other's eyes, "And I want to know why you think its okay to go through my emails, who I talk to is my business." "Oh is that how it is? So you wouldn't mind if I go and email some of my ex girlfriends tonight?" Matt provoked. "Stop being childish Matt," I scolded. "I'm not, I just want to know why you're emailing this guy and for how long," he protested. By now both our voices were beginning to rise. "I think you should leave Matt, I don't think I want to go to the movies anymore." He put his hand on my shoulder and I proceeded to brush him off, striking him on the chest. "Now who's being childish Kim?!" he yelled. "Just go Matt, and don't come back until you could apologize for breaking my trust," I stated in a firm tone. "Breaking your trust?" Matt asked sarcastically, "You're the one secretly emailing your ex-boyfriend behind my back." "Leave!" I yelled. "No!" Matt replied, equally as stubborn. "Just fucking go Matt!!" I screamed as I hit him on the chest again. I couldn't believe I spoke those words to Matt or that I had struck him but it got the point across. He stared at me coldly then turned and left. I could hear the apartment door slam as he exited. I was angry and frustrated, but as soon as I heard Matt leave I fell to the floor and began to cry. I was sobbing on the floor when I heard a knock at my bedroom door. Summer entered and walked over to me, "Oh honey, what happened?" she asked, wrapping her arms around me. I didn't reply, instead just planted my face on her shoulder and cried even more. Summer walked me over to my bed and we lay down together, "Shhh shhhh, it's be okay sweetie," she consoled as she held me. "He was on my laptop and opened my mail; he saw my emails with Simon, oohh god why was I even emailing Simon?" I sobbingly explained. "It's okay Kim, everything will be okay," Summer whispered. "Oh God Sum, I should have told him Simon emailed me," I admitted. "Maybe, but he shouldn't have been going through your email without your permission. Don't worry, you two will realize what's right and you'll apologize to each other and everything will be okay." "But Sum, I yelled at him and told him to fucking leave, and. . .ohh god, I hit him," I cried. "Don't worry Kim, Matt knew you didn't mean it." "I was so angry Sum," I explained. "I know. . .I know." Summer stayed with me until I drifted off to sleep. I awoke when I heard my cellphone ringing. It was around midnight, it was Matt. I didn't know if to pick it up or not. I wasn't in the mood for more fighting, and I wasn't sure if I could bring myself to accept an apology or if I could bring myself to apologize for my behavior. I let it ring; it stopped before even going to voice mail. The next two days were probably to most miserable of my life. Summer indulged me, letting me mope around the apartment in my depressed state. I didn't try to call Matt and he didn't try to call me. Come Monday morning, Summer had had enough of my sulking. She made sure I was up early for my classes and saw me out the door. Being out and about was doing me good, I was feeling a little better. That was until I spotted Matt across the quad with his study group. He was sitting, chatting with his classmates and looked like nothing had happened. He was sat next to this girl, a strawberry blonde from his class, Makela I think her name was, he had briefly introduced us once. Of course there was nothing wrong with them sitting together, and I knew she was just a classmate, but the mere sight of him sitting next to her caused a rush of jealousy inside me. I quickly walked away and headed to my class. I couldn't help but think, if seeing Matt sitting next to a study friend had me feeling like this, what he might have felt like knowing I was exchanging emails with Simon. That Wednesday night I was home alone, lounging around watching television. Adam and Summer had gone on a date. I was just about the switch off the television and head to bed when there was a knock at the door. I looked through the peephole and saw Matt standing in the hallway. I backed away from the door and he knocked again. "Kim, can I just talk to you for five minutes," he pleaded. I unlocked the door and let him in. The first thing I noticed was the bouquet of flowers he held in his hands. I smiled to myself, knowing that this might actually be a productive meeting. "Can we go to your room?" Matt asked. I looked at him and then walked off towards my room. Once there, we stood face to face, much like the last time we stood in my room, I was about to speak when Matt beat me to it, "Kim, I just wanna say I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking when I opened your email. I know now what an incredible invasion of your privacy that was. And of course you can email whoever you want, I know you don't need my permission to email an ex, and I'm sorry for being such a jealous ass." I took the flowers from Matt and set them on the table. "I'm sorry too Matt. You're my boyfriend and I should have told you that Simon had emailed me. But you have to know, nothing happened, it was just friendly emails," I responded. "I know Kim; I never once thought you did. So do you accept my apology for being such a jerk?" I smiled at Matt, "Only if you accept my apology for yelling at you like that, and for hitting you, I know that is something you would never do, and I'm sorry I got so carried away." "Don't worry about it babe, I know I drove you to it." We paused and stared at each other. "So did it make you feel better?" Matt asked. "What?" I queried. "When you hit me, did it make you feel better?" "What? Of course not, it was a terrible thing to do," I explained. "No it wasn't, I definitely deserved it, hit me," Matt replied. "No, I told you it was wrong." "Come on, just hit me and see how you feel," Matt continued to say. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I reached out and lightly slapped Matt on the chest. "Come on Kim, you can do better than that," Matt replied as he quickly removed his t-shirt, "Hit me like you mean it." Seeing Matt's bare chest must have activated something primal in me, because the next time I slapped him was similar to the night we fought, hard and firm, open handed across his chest. "That's more like it," Matt whispered as he stepped up to me and kissed me hard. I finally understood what was going on as we moved to the bed. I pulled my face from Matt's and hit him again, then threw him down on my bed. "Take em off," I sternly instructed, pointing to Matt's jeans. I watched as Matt unbuckled his pants and slid them down his legs. While he was removing his boxers, I was sliding my yellow terrycloth short shorts down my legs. I crawled onto Matt and rubbed my panty clad ass against his erection. Matt was reaching up to remove my jersey but I swatted his hands away and struck him on the chest once more; my little means of punishment for Matt I thought myself. "I take it you like the hitting now?" Matt asked. I didn't reply, instead lowered my hand and slid my white cotton panties to the side. I raised myself and lowered my body onto Matt's turgid shaft. I rode him hard, slamming down with force as we fucked. I groaned watching Matt wince as I dug my nails across his chest. Matt was letting me have total control, just lying there and letting me do whatever I wanted. It had been over a week since we had sex, and I could feel myself about to cum in record time. I tried to hide my moans but was doing a pretty poor job at it. I continued to impale myself on Matt's cock as I felt myself tighten around him. I cried out in delight as my whole body became warm and my juices oozed out of me. I briefly considered rolling off Matt right away and not letting him finish but I could never be so mean. I continued to wriggle myself on Matt's cock till I heard him groan and felt his cock begin to spasm inside of me. I collapsed onto Matt's chest. He held my head with his hand, "I'm so sorry Kimmy, I'll never break your trust again, I promise," Matt panted. I kissed Matt's chest, "I know baby, I'm sorry too," I whimpered. We lay there for a few minutes till I felt Matt begin to pick me up. I was still wrapped around his body. We kissed as Matt walked us into the shower. We fucked again then actually took a shower. After getting dressed we ended up on the living room couch. I was sprawled out on top of Matt as our tongues danced around each other. Summer interrupted us about twenty minutes later. "Nice to see you two kissed and made up," she commented as she entered the apartment. I was busy sitting up, adjusting my clothing to cover myself properly "Don't mind me, please get back to what you were doing," Summer chuckled as she headed straight for her bedroom. "Night Sum," Matt yelled right before we heard her door close. I cuddled up to Matt and we stared into each other's eyes. In no time at all, we were back at it, making out in the glow of the television screen. XXXX The ensuing months were absolute bliss for Matt and I. One particular Saturday afternoon, which happened to be Matt's birthday, I found myself kneeling before him, slurping on his erect cock. I was sliding him in and out of my mouth as he sat on the bed staring down at me. A few seconds earlier, Matt had alerted me to his imminent orgasm, and I began sucking him faster, eagerly awaiting his hot spunk to fill my mouth. I didn't have to wait long, as I soon felt Matt' cock twitch in my mouth as he bucked his hips. Soon enough I was swallowing a mouthful of his gooey semen. Matt shuffled over and lay down lengthways on his bed. I crawled my naked body ontop of his a lay down on him. Matt immediately kissed me, deep and passionate. I loved the fact that Matt was never scared to kiss me after I had just gone down on him; it was such a turn on for me. As our lips separated, Matt smiled up at me, "You're so good at that," he panted. "Sucking cock?" I giggled, "I guess that's a compliment." "It definitely is," he replied. We resumed kissing and Matt let his hands roam across my butt cheeks. I moaned into his mouth as he worked a finger into my asshole, gathering some lube from my dripping pussy. Matt began sliding his finger in and out of my tight opening. "Mhmm, that feels so nice baby," I cooed as I began grinding my pussy against Matt's bare leg. After a few minutes, I looked up to Matt, "Come on, we better get ready," I announced. I had gotten Matt and me tickets to a music festival for tonight. "Don't you want me to. . ." Matt began to ask before I cut him off. "I can wait for tonight sweetie," I replied as I rolled off of Matt. We showered and got dressed. I wore a particularly tight pair of jeans with a black top and red sweater. Matt was in his ripped jeans and black t-shirt. "Baby, your ass looks spectacular in those jeans," Matt commented as we walked to the car. I just giggled as we got in and Matt drove off. I stood infront of Matt, his arms around me, as we swayed with the rest of the crowd, the music blasting into the night sky. I felt Matt nuzzling his face against my neck during a break between songs, "Are you enjoying your birthday present?" I asked. "Definitely" he replied as he kissed my neck then refocused his attention once the band started another song. The night was drawing down; the final band was currently in their encore. Matt was pressed against me and I could feel the arch of his hardon against my butt. After the final song I turned to Matt and rest my palm over his bulge, "Come on, let's get you home before I strip you right here on this field," I cooed. I watched as Matt eyes lit up. We hurriedly made our way to the parking lot and then to Matt's place. Walking up the stairs, Matt couldn't keep his hands off my ass. When we entered his room, Matt sat on his office chair and began undressing. "I need to use the bathroom real quick," I said excusing myself. When I returned, Matt was sat in his chair in just his grey boxer briefs. I crawled onto him and giggled as his hands immediately found my ass. I quickly removed my sweater and top, groaning as Matt pressed his face against my breasts. He kissed his way up to my face and found my mouth. After a few minutes of making out, I got up off Matt and began undoing my jeans. Matt followed suite and wriggled out of his briefs. He was finished in time to help me out of my black lace thong. We pressed our bodies together and kissed. I giggled as I felt Matt's cock pressing against my leg, its tip smearing my skin with precum. Matt laid my down on his bed and lowered his face to my crotch. "Baby, tonight is supposed to be your night, I'm the one supposed to be doing the work," I protested. "It is my night, and I'm gonna do what I enjoy doing the most," he asserted. I could feel his warm breath on my vagina, followed by his slick tongue, gliding along my lips. I let out a sigh when Matt took one of my lips in his mouth, gently holding it between his teeth. He pulled, and then released, then licked caringly the area his teeth had held on to. Matt eased his tongue upwards till he found my clit. He slid the tip across my slippery nub, holding my legs apart as I shivered. Matt slid his tongue back and forth over my clit, then swirled around it, finally taking it between his lips and sucking hard. My body thrashed around under Matt's alternating teasing. I felt Matt easing a finger into my pussy, sliding in and out. He was slow at first but eventually worked up to a frenzied pace all the while flicking my clit back and forth with his tongue. "Ohhhh fuucckkkk!!" I cried as I raised my hips off the bed, pushing hard against Matt's face. My body tensed and I felt myself tremble as my climax surged through me. "Ohhh god baby yess!!!" I cooed, as I heard Matt slurping on my cunt. My orgasm eventually subsided and my body came to rest back on the bed. I felt Matt pull his head from between my legs and I looked down to him. I panted for a few seconds, watching him wipe my moisture from the sides of his mouth. "Come sit here," I panted, patting my hand just below my breasts. Matt stared at me kind of bewildered. I kept directing him to my chest and eventually he climbed on me, gently straddling my chest. I watched wide eyed as his cock rested right between my petite breasts. "Baby you're leaking," I teased as we watched the stream of precum that was dribbling from the tip of Matt's penis. I leaned forward and licked the tip of Matt's cock, tasting his sticky juices. I swirled my tongue around his head till he was all cleaned up. We smiled at each other then I reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedside table. I stared into Matthew's eyes as I poured the clear liquid along the length of his bobbing shaft. I capped the bottle and placed it back on the table then proceeded to stroke Matt's cock, spreading the lube. A couple droplets hand fallen onto my breasts and I used Matt's cock to wipe it up, rubbing his warm shaft against the soft curves of my breasts. "You ready to shove this big cock in my tiny asshole?" I teased. "I love it when you talk dirty baby," Matt replied. Matt raised himself and I turned onto my stomach. Matt sat back down on my thighs and waited patiently. I reached behind and slid my slippery hands between the crack of my ass, pressing my lubed up fingers against my anus. "Okay baby, I'm ready for you," I moaned. Holding my butt cheeks apart, I felt Matt guide his cock to my anal entrance. My eyes tightened when I felt him easing in. The head of Matt's cock had slipped in and I looked back to Matt letting him know everything was okay. I felt him push harder and groaned out loud when he filled me completely. I felt Matt's hands on my butt, gently rubbing me. He then began to slide in and out of me. "Ohhh god Matty you're so hard, it feels wonderful," I moaned as Matt began to go faster. "Mhmm yeah yeahh yeahhh mhmmm," I cried. Matt's thighs were slapping against my butt cheeks now, as he plunged into me with force. I could hear Matt grunting behind me, in sync with every pleasurably penetration. "Ahhh fuck Kimmy, I'm so close baby," he moaned. "Mhmmm cum for me baby, fill me up," I pleaded. A few more deep plunges and Matt let out and shattering cry. His cock remained deep inside me and I felt him spasming, releasing his cum inside me. I could hear Matt's heavy breaths and moaned when I felt him pull out of me. I immediately felt Matt's cum begin to ooze from my asshole. "Stay still baby," Matt whispered as he went to the bathroom. I sensed him again a few seconds later, and felt a warm towel between my legs, gently rubbing my skin. When I turned over, Matt was wiping his cock with a wet towel. I watched him throw the towel in his laundry basket then walk back over to me. He crawled into bed and to my side. "That was an amazing birthday baby," he whispered. "You're welcome sweetie." I nestled my head against Matt's neck and we eventually fell asleep, naked in each other's arms. End of CH.3 Decided to try something new, ie a brief breakup, to add some character and realness to the relationship. Still not sure if it worked or not.
Hotel Meeting	42,567	4.62	529,535	[ "cam", "wet", "webcam", "finger", "cheat", "cum", "wife", "hotel", "show", "bed" ]	If I masturbated once thinking of Heather, I did a hundred times. Heather is my wife's best friend and she is gorgeous -- plain and simple. Heather is 33, a few years younger than me and has that sexy 'girl next door' look. She stands about 5' 2" tall, has short dirty blonde hair and blue/green eyes and a body that makes my head spin. She must have the tightest little bum I have ever seen -- it is all I can do not to stare openly at it when she is around. She has the cutest sexy laugh that makes my knees melt and my cock twitch.... If it isn't obvious by now -- she has me spellbound, and I would have given my left nut to see her naked -- I wouldn't have dared imagine it would actually happen, and that more was in store than just a look.......... One night last month Heather and her husband Grant were over at our house for dinner. Heather was unintentionally driving me crazy again, running around in a pair of tight shorts and t-shirt. As always, I had to make a conscious effort not to stare at her exceptional frame. My wife, being very jealous, would have had a fit if she knew what was going through my mind as I snuck glances at Heather. I was in a constant state of semi-arousal as I fantasized about Heather naked and what I'd like to do with her. Grant mentioned that he would be 'batching' it for a few days soon as Heather had to travel to a seminar in a city about 3 hours away. We told Grant he was welcome to come over whenever he wanted if he got tired of his own cooking. I guess I wasn't thinking straight because I never put it together that I would be out of town that same week -- and I was going to the same city! My wife Terry had wanted to come along with me but couldn't get the time off work. It was Terry that remembered I was going to be in the city when Heather was going. "Brent ... You're going to be there that week too", Terry said. "Huh?... Really?" I answered, coming out of another fantasy. "The week of the 23rd?" "Yes", Heather replied, "Are you there then?" "Yeah, I am. I've got to take a course for work." "Cool, I don't know anyone there.... Maybe we could get together for dinner one night." "Sure, lets" I responded, proud of myself for keeping a non-committal tone -- I was already deep in fantasy mode as I considered what I would love to be doing 'one night' alone in the city with Heather. I loved these trips away from home -- trips alone that is. Every so often Terry would come along with me - those trips were not near as much fun. I have only once cheated on my wife physically, but when I get the chance, I love to have cyber-sex or watch women 'play' online. I always take my laptop with me when I go away -- when I have a hotel room to myself I can play and watch as much as I want -- no fear of Terry coming home and finding me with my camera on, my cock in my hand, watching some woman get off online. I would have loved to fuck on camera while people watch online like lots of couples do, but my wife would never agree to that. I envied the men I saw online, watching their wives suck them off while they typed in the chatrooms -- lucky bastards. Whenever I went away, all my spare time was spent online. I was however willing on this trip to give up an evening of play to be with Heather. The days drug on forever as I anticipated my trip, but eventually I was on my way. Heather had left the day before and was expecting me to call when I got to the city. At 4:00 I checked into my hotel, unpacked and hooked up my computer to make sure the internet was working. I couldn't resist a quick look into my favorite chatroom. As soon as I logged in I started searching for open cameras in the sex chat rooms. After looking around for a few minutes, I found a woman who was generously showing everything, much to the appreciation of the men in the chatroom. She wasn't playing with herself, just showing off, but judging by the conversation she was carrying on, she was not far from it. She would regularly move back from the desk where the camera showed her face and chest, and show her full nakedness. She would smile and laugh and then sit down again to see what people's reactions were. Since I was planning to call Heather at about 6:00, I decided on a little play first. I was way too horny to be alone with Heather anyway -- she would surely catch me gawking at her. I stripped down, placed my camera on a stool under the desk, focused it on my half erect cock and sent her an invitation to view -- which she accepted. 'mmm Nice cock' she messaged me. 'TX, nice everything' I sent back. I sent her a few more messages but she was not typing. She was obviously starting to become more and more excited and was showing off less, spending more time at her desk. I could tell by the movements of her shoulders that her hands were busy but not on the keyboard. She, like me, was playing with herself while watching others do the same. I sent her another message -- 'Can I see what your playing with?...lol' She never responded but her camera was soon adjusted to show exactly what I wanted. I could now readily see her pussy in close view -- her fingers moving slowly over it. Even with the less than ideal resolution of the webcam I could see how wet she was -- her fingers were glistening. I reached onto the desk for the lubricant I had brought along and squeezed a liberal dollop onto my cock. 'thank you', I sent. 'you're welcome' As is typical, we never typed much as we continued to play. She was now moving her fingers more and more quickly over her pussy now and occasionally slipping one and two fingers as deep into her pussy as she could reach. My hands too were glistening as was my fully erect cock. Precum was beginning to leak from the slit of my cock, mixing with the lubricant wetting my throbbing organ. She was getting into it completely now, and I could sense by her more frenzied play and the way she was rocking against her hand she was close to cumming. Ahhh, I loved that. My favorite thing in the world is to see and/or hear a woman cum. I was not ready to cum yet but seeing her getting so aroused was making me closer. My cock was throbbing and rigid and I could sense cum welling up in my balls -- and then..... 'RING RING' the phone. 'Damn', I thought. 'Terry calling to make sure I made it ok.' "Hello?" "Hi Brent." It wasn't Terry, but Heather -- that was a pleasant surprise - and here I was with my cock in hand. Since I was already close to cumming, the sound of Heather's voice almost put me over the edge. "Uh .... Hi Heather!" I stammered, my voice almost betraying my arousal. "My seminar is only across the street, when I saw your truck here on my way back I thought I'd stop by -- I'm downstairs." "Oh....uh...ok." I replied. "Still doing dinner tonight" "uh, sure" I answered as I continued to stroke my cock - more and more aroused as I listened to her voice. "Great!" she sounded as happy as I was. "Umm, Brent?" "Yeah?" "Kinda embarrassing, but do you mind if I use your bathroom? I hate public ones -- my hotel is across town -- I don't know if I'd make it." "ummmm....." panic, I've got to clean-up fast.... "ok...sure .... Room 118." Damn, why didn't I have a room on the 10th floor or something. "Thanks ..... be right there" she said and the phone went dead. I quickly slammed my laptop closed and threw the lubricant on the desk into a drawer. Jetting to the bathroom I quickly wiped my hands and cock on a small towel and ran back out. I was slipping my pants up over my half erect cock when there was a knock on the door. I threw my shirt on and opened the door while trying to remain composed. "Hi!" Heather smiled, "you're a lifesaver, thanks." "No problem -- right in here" I waved my arm to indicate the washroom. 'Whew' I thought, 'that was close.' I glanced around the room and saw that the camera was still set-up. It was obvious what it was aimed at, being under the desk. I quickly unplugged it and threw it in a drawer. With one last look around the room for evidence, I turned on the TV, and sat on the sofa in front of it. Heather was a few minutes in the washroom, and came out smiling - Man she was attractive! She wore a very businesslike skirt suit, a white blouse, and moderate heels. Her make-up was not overdone nor her hair - she was striking. "Thanks again." "Oh, you're welcome. Anytime." "So what time do you want to eat? And where?" "Oh, doesn't matter much to me." "Me either -- but you have to help me celebrate tonight." "Oh? ..... Why's that?" "I just found out that I'm in this seminar because I'm getting a promotion" she said with that giggle that melted me. "Really?! ... Good for you! Champagne it is!" "Aww, thanks", Heather said with a smile that men would crawl over glass for. "Let's go then" I returned her smile. "I just have to clean-up a bit -- 5 minutes?" "Ok, quick like bunny -- I want to celebrate!" I stepped into the dressing area grabbed a change of clothes and quickly washing up got dressed. I noticed something sitting on the counter in the washroom however. Picking it up I saw it was a eyeliner pencil. Obviously Heather had touched-up her make-up while she was using the washroom. Had her leaving it behind been on purpose? I wondered. Not likely, I conceded -- nice thought though... I stepped into the main room and found Heather lazily flipping through the TV channels. "Ready to go?" I asked. "Yep, I'll just take one more pit stop before we go" she replied and moved toward the bathroom. I pretended to look at the TV, but once Heather was past me I studiously watched her tight little ass walk away from me. God, that is a nice ass! I reminded myself as I stared. As she turned the corner into the bathroom I noticed the dressing mirror. It had been right in front of her as she was walking to the bathroom -- had she seen the reflection of me watching her? That would be a bit embarrassing I considered, but -- what the hell -- she had to be used to men gawking at her. She stepped out of the bathroom with a little smile that made me question it's motive and said, "Lets party!" and moved to the door. I turned out the lights and was right behind her when I noticed the bathroom light still on. I stepped in to turn it off and noticed the eyeliner pencil conspicuously still on the counter. She had to have seen it there. She HAD to have left it on purpose -- YES!!" I followed her out the door with a new frame of mind. Maybe Heather liked to get away as much as I did. Leaving the eyeliner is non-committal she could come back for it or not -- her choice -- but I loved the thought that she was giving herself the option. To make my choice an easier option for her I suggested we have dinner at the restaurant here in my hotel. She smiled and agreed. "They'll certainly have champagne here" she grinned. "I'm sure they will" I smiled back. We chose a table that was out of the way near a window. There were quite a few patrons in the restaurant and as we walked in every male head turned to catch a closer look at Heather. She appeared not to notice the attention she was attracting. These men, like myself, were away from home and felt safe to look, something they can't do at home. I pulled out a chair for Heather and after she sat I took one beside her. We had a view of both the restaurant and the front entrance to the hotel. A waitress was soon to our table. She offered us menus and asked us what we'd like to drink. "Champagne!!" we answered in unison. Heather giggled her sexy giggle through her teeth and placed her hand lightly on my forearm "That's so funny!" she said. Her touch was unexpected and very appreciated. She let her hand dwindle a little longer than I thought she would then she stroked my arm lightly and removed her hand. The waitress smiled and promised to bring the champagne right away. Heather laughed all of a sudden as the waitress walked away. "What's so funny?" I asked, smiling at her laughter. "Well .... What do you imagine anyone would think if they saw us sitting here in a hotel restaurant, drinking champagne?" she answered with more giggles. "Ha ...." I laughed, "I guess you're right. I bet every man here is jealous of me." I continued -- then immediately was concerned I had crossed a line. "Awww ..... Thanks Brent...." Heather replied with a little smile, "That is a nice thing to say." "I mean it though..... Just think. Most of the people in the restaurant are staying in the hotel right?" "Uh, huh -- likely." "Well, if they are away from home, they likely miss what 'home' has to offer....." "And that is?" Heather replied with a smirk as the waitress appeared with a champagne bucket and bottle. The waitress removed the wire and asked me to open the bottle. It popped loudly when I pulled the cork from it - Heather let out a little cheer and giggled again. She was sure in a giggly mood tonight, and she hadn't even touched the champagne yet. I poured us each a flute of champagne and held mine up to present a toast. "To Heather -- Congratulations on your promotion, you've done yourself proud. You have been recognized above your peers as a leader.....Oh yeah, also congratulations to me -- the envy of every man in the room" I finished with a smile that was returned in spades. "Thank-you Brent" Heather responded with her sweetest smile, "for both comments". "You're welcome" I smiled. "I'm honored to share this celebration with you. I imagine Grant would rather he be here tonight than me though", I ventured. "Oh, maybe ..... He would like the promotion side of it -- I'll be bringing home more money .... as for the second part ... I don't think he'd be as proud." "Really? Why do you say that?" I asked as I took another sip of champagne. "Well.....how can I say......Ummmm -- He doesn't look at me the same as some men do.... Especially when they think I don't see them." She grinned at me then held her glass in front of her face to hide a giggle. I blushed -- I could feel it. I had nothing to say. Obviously my sheepish look said enough and she laughed out loud unable to control herself. I was completely embarrassed and tried to come up with something to say. "Ummmm ..... guys do that huh?" "Yes" she answered with a tone that said it was ok. "I saw you watching me tonight Brent ..... honestly, I'm flattered....." "Flattered, but you likely think I'm a jerk though......" "ummmm ..... nope.....Just flattered" she answered with a smile. I must have still looked a bit guilty though because she placed her hand on my arm again and said "Honest Brent, it makes me feel good -- as long as I don't feel threatened or anything. I know you wouldn't 'attack' me or anything." "Are you sure?" I grinned. "Sure I'm sure. You wouldn't hurt me .... Would you Brent?" Her expression and tone of voice was different as she said that, unlike any time I'd known her. It was a flash of inviting passion that I remembered seeing on women's faces when I was single. A kind of look that opened a door but protected against rejection. In a second it was gone. "No ... of course not" "See", she giggled, "I'm not worried. But I wouldn't let Terry catch you looking -- she is very jealous of you". "I know" "I don't blame her though" "Why is that" "Well lots of women would ...... you know....." she said sipping the last of her glassful. "Uh huh, I'm sure..." I answered sarcastically. "Women don't look at me the way men look at you". The waitress appeared at the sign of Heather's empty glass. I finished mine as she poured Heather's then finished the bottle in mine, I asked for another bottle. As the waitress left Heather picked up the conversation where we left off. "Many women notice you, it's just that women are more subtle and not just visual anyway. We are also listening to what men say and how you say it -- and believe me you get more than your share of attention, I've seen it." "Really?" I asked in mock excitement "When? Who?" Heather laughed, "Not telling.." her eyes were dancing, I could see she was having a good time, the champagne had put her in a playful mood and as sexy as I always thought she was, the giddy mood she was in now was even more appealing. "Why not tell me?......" "It would inflate your ego." "Yeah, likely.... I like being humble.....I'm extremely good at it" I teased. "Ha ha.....You're so funny.... Which is another thing women find attractive by the way" she said over the brim of her glass. "Really? ... Well ... did I tell you the one about........" Heather, while taking a sip of her champagne, laughed abruptly. Some of the drink sprayed onto her and me, mostly on me. In the commotion she dropped her glass breaking it on the table. Heather, while trying to control her giggling, reached for a napkin. "Oh, I'm so sorry", she spoke through her laughter while wiping my shirt with the napkin. "It's ok," I replied, laughing myself, "self induced I guess." Continuing to laugh, Heather dabbed at my shirt "I'm afraid that is going to show." "Yes, I suppose it will.... I really shouldn't sit here with a wet shirt should I? I'll run to my room and change." "Well I can't sit here by myself after this scene!" Heather said as she looked sheepishly around the room. A few people were ignoring us, others were staring openly. "Besides, my skirt is wet as well." The waitress came over help clean-up, carrying our second bottle of champagne. "Thank-you", I said "Would you please charge this to room 118 and send that bottle and a room service menu to my room." I handed her a $10 bill. "Certainly, right away" Turning to Heather I spoke 'We can eat in my room if that's ok with you -- maybe your skirt will dry by the time we've eaten." "Ok. I'm really sorry about this Brent" Heather said as we rose from the table. Heather had a cute little blush that displayed her embarrassment. She took my arm as we started out of the restaurant, all eyes on us. "Don't worry about it a bit" I whispered to her, "All the men were looking at you anyway, now you've given them an excuse." We quickly crossed the lobby, and made our way to my room. Unlocking the door I opened it and moved aside to let Heather lead the way into the room. I held back a couple of steps so I could gaze at her glorious ass as she walked in front of me. She took a seat on the sofa and I sat on a chair almost facing her. I could sense some tension from her, she was still embarrassed, and her smile had faded to a grin. "Well" I said "That was an experience". Heather laughed loudly throwing her head back. "It was that...." We continued to laugh, talking about how the people had looked at us and what they must have been thinking, especially when we had the bottle sent to my room. "It has been years since I've been in a hotel room with anyone except Grant" Heather said "let alone, another man!" "What would Grant think about us being here together?" I asked. "Umm, ..... let's not tell him ok?" she said with a grin. "He isn't really, really jealous, but ......" "It does look suspicious, doesn't it? Imagine what Terry would say?" I said rolling my eyes. "I can guess ..... we'd better keep this our little secret" she said with a little wink. Just then a light knock came on the door. I stepped to the door and opened it for room service. He wheeled in a cart that had the champagne an ice bucket and two glasses. Also on the cart was a little card with some chocolates, it read 'With our compliments enjoy your evening'. I read it out to Heather. "It seems everyone is getting the impression something is going on here." "Well, let them think what they want ..." she said as I poured us each a drink. As I handed her a glass I said "I'm going to change my shirt, ok?" "Sure. Must be nice." she teased, "I'm decidedly uncomfortable sitting in this wet skirt." "I can lend you a t-shirt and a pair of shorts if you'd like -- they'd be a bit big though." "That's ok. Can you imagine what Terry and Grant would say then, me in your clothes in a hotel?" she chuckled. "But what they don't know......" "That's right, our little secret" I said. "In the drawers there", I pointed "you should find a couple of shirts and pairs of shorts, take your pick. I'm going to change now" I said as I went into the dressing area closing the door. I removed my shirt and put on a clean one. Then I stepped into the bathroom washed my face, brushed my teeth and hair and then opened the door into the main room. I was surprised to find Heather already changed. She sat on the sofa with a smirk, wearing my old Nike shorts and a Budweiser t-shirt. It was the sexiest sight I could remember. Gorgeous little Heather in my baggy clothes sitting in my hotel room. "I took the chance that you would be a minute or two....." she grinned, her eyes devilishly sparking over her glass. "I've got to learn how to change clothes faster" I teased as I sat down. "Yep...you're too slow...." She said then continued, "So, Brent?........." "Yeah?" "Umm, I looked in the wrong drawer for the clothes ... It seems that you have 'other' secrets you won't be telling Terry about...." I immediately knew she had found my camera and lube that I had quickly stuffed in the drawer earlier. I was mortified... and speechless. Heather just sat there looking at me with her little grin, I stewed in my embarrassment for a few seconds before she broke the silence, "I guess we both have been embarrassed tonight" she giggled. "Me, quite publicly - you, in a more, 'private' way." She was loving that I was totally embarrassed. "I understand the lubricant, but why the webcam?" she continued. "Umm ... I uh..." How could I explain it delicately? This was way too embarrassing. I could not bring myself to simply say "So other people can watch me jerk off!" Heather was chuckling at my discomfort, "Ok, don't tell me ... I can probably figure it out" she said with a coy grin. "Does Terry know you have a webcam?" she asked with raised eyebrows. "Um, no" I murmured behind my glass. "Uh huh..." she continued, "you not tell her because she is too jealous?" "Yeah" "Does she know you buy lubricant?" she was loving this, her eyes were dancing as she sipped her glass and watched me squirm at her inquisition. "I don't imagine. I never told her." "So I'm guessing you go online and look at pictures of women?....." "Yeah" "Don't be embarrassed Brent, I imagine all men do. I imagine most men also ....um ....do things that makes them like to use lubricant" she said with a coy smile. "I would guess so, but they don't often talk about it with their friends", I said still totally embarrassed. She laughed, "I guess not ... or spouses either it seems" she added. "I know Grant never talks to me about it when he does, and since we're being honest, I don't tell him either." Now THERE was a visual. I took her lead on the direction the conversation was going. "So, um....how often 'don't' you tell him?" I asked with a grin. "Oh, that was clever .... " she chuckled. "I ... um, don't tell him..... about twice a week," she admitted, "And you?" "Oh about the same I'd think ... except when I'm away....then its two, three times a day." Her eyes widened and she laughed. "Really?!" "You said 'honest'." I told her. "So pictures of women turn you on that much? Wow!..." "Well yes, pictures do, but what I like to look at are women showing themselves online" I neglected to mention, showing what. "You mean women do that?!" she seemed amazed. "Yes, all the time." "They show everything?!" "Yep, they sure do" "Wow, that's something" she said. "Ah ha!!...." she continued, "That is why you have a cam! You show yourself online too!" she seemed proud to have figured it out. I was embarrassed somewhat, but she didn't appear to be disgusted or anything which was a relief. "I can see why you never told Terry", she laughed. "I never thought of you as an exhibitionist Brent, not that I have a problem with it I guess, it just surprises me." "I never thought I was either, but once I went into these chatrooms, it seems that lots of people are." "Wow, it's hard to believe that so many people would be showing themselves to complete strangers." Heather was very interested in the concept. She was sitting forward on the sofa, and her eyes kept moving from me to glance over to the computer sitting on the desk. I was pretty sure I knew what she was thinking, so as I poured us each another drink I said, "You seem to have doubts. I guess I'll have to show you then" and I went over to the computer and turned it on. Heather immediately jumped up from the couch and pulled a chair beside mine at the desk. I felt the heat of her body beside me and I could smell the light fragrance of her hair, I was already becoming aroused. I maneuvered through the menus and when I got to Yahoo I decided to create a new login name. "What name should we use?" I asked her. "I don't know anything about this -- you pick". "Ok" I thought for a few seconds and typed 'cpl\_like2watch' "Oh that's clever" she giggled. "Thanks. Are you sure you want to see? There is pretty much 'no holds barred' in these places. I wouldn't want you to be shocked or embarrassed." "No problem, I'm not easily shocked" "Ok then -- here we go." I had always wanted to be with a woman while I went into the sex chat rooms, but my wife would freak if I even asked, and here I was with the woman of my fantasies, about to share it with her. Logging in as a couple was a good idea. Immediately after we got in a room there were messages wanting to chat. Heather sat intrigued as I answered the questions people asked. "Are you ready to see something?" I asked? "Sure, lets!" "Not everyone will let 'anyone' watch, you can chose people or leave the camera open for everyone. We'll try this one, but you never know what someone is doing you know...." I warned her as I clicked on someone's camera icon, not even looking to see if it was a man or a woman. The window opened covering about a third of the screen. We got a perfect view of a guy's cock close-up. He was feverishly stroking it with his hand. "Oh my GOD!!" Heather exclaimed wide eyed. She moved closer to me to get a better view of the show and was leaning into me just as the guy let loose with squirts of cum for the world to see. "Holy Shit!!" Heather laughed. "Is this for real?!" "Yep sure is, guys cum on camera here all the time." "Do you?" she asked, not taking her eyes off of the guy's cock as he milked the last of his cum from it. "Uh huh.... All the time" She turned to me "Really?! " "Yep. Guess what I was doing when you called me this afternoon?" "NO WAY!!" she laughed and stared at me curiously. "Yep" "You were masturbating, when I was on the phone?" I smiled "Uh, yes I was" "So did you, umm, 'finish'? "No" "Oh..." she snickered, "I guess I barged in. Sorry for interrupting" "You should be" I told her with a smile. "Well no wonder you were staring at my ass when I came over then. There's nothing like being all wound up then no release......" "True... but to be honest," I lowered my voice "I stare at your ass all the time." "I've noticed" she replied with a smile as she turned toward the screen. The window that had shown the guy's cock went black as he shut down his camera, I closed it. A new window opened as someone asked us if we had a camera. I replied that we did, but it wasn't on. 'Woman 42 here' she told me, 'I want to see some cock' Heather laughed, "Boy people are NOT shy here!" "No they're sure not. Let's see if she is a player, after all you got your show shouldn't I get one?......" I replied as I typed. 'M 41 here. I want to see some pussy' "Brent!! You're as bad as they are!!" Heather laughed. "I know", now you're seeing the secret side of me that even Terry doesn't see" "I was kind of thinking that myself." Heather said as she smiled at me curiously. 'My husband likes to see me play, wanna see?' 'yes' I sent back. A window appeared and it showed a woman who was slightly overweight but quite attractive. She was naked. She was not alone though, a man was with her, he too was naked and watching her at the computer. Her camera was set to the side so we could see her completely. She was occasionally typing and occasionally playing with her pussy. Her husband behind her was lazily stroking his cock. I could feel my own cock swelling in my pants. "WOW" Heather said, "This is so cool!" I sent 'very cute' 'thanks -- now you show' 'if my wife knew I was here -- she'd kill me' 'so' 'I can't show my face' 'I don't want to see your face -- I want to see your cock!' "She's subtle!" Heather snickered. Heather was not as intrigued as she was with the cock close-up she just saw, but this was defiantly of interest to her. She was leaning against me to have a good view of the screen and I could feel her breast on my arm. Between the naked woman on the screen and Heather leaning against me I was getting way too horny to just sit there. My cock was struggling to escape its confines. "Well ... should I" "Should you what?" "Show her" "Brent!! With me sitting right here you'd do that?! Really? You must be kidding. How could you do that? I can't imagine playing in front of anyone.....I would be too embarrassed." "Right now I'm almost too horny to be embarrassed. If it would embarrass you though, I can wait." "Wait for what?" "Privacy" "I think it would embarrass me..... but...well....I did barge in on you......" Heather said, "And we already have some secrets we are keeping from Grant and Terry...." "Can I take that as a yes?" I asked in a begging tone. " Yes, Brent." Heather said blushing, "I can't believe I said that, or that you would ask....must be the champagne....." she said her face crimson with embarrassment. "Imagine .... People masturbating in front of other people.....crazy....." I typed back, 'ok, just a sec hooking up camera' 'ok, hurry' I pulled the camera out of the drawer and hooked it up. Then undid my belt and the button of my pants. Heather moved back a bit and said, "You're really going to do this?" "Yes, unless you tell me to stop" I said as I slid down my zipper then hooked my thumbs in my pants. "God Brent!, I can't believe you." The tone of her voice didn't tell me she didn't want me to, there was more of an excitement in the way she spoke. I grinned at her, she shook her head and laughed at me. I could see the blush of excitement start to show on her neck. I raised myself off of the chair slightly and slid my pants down past my knees and over my feet. My underwear were definatly tented from my cock which was nearly at full erection. Heather's eyes were locked onto my groin as I now started to lower my shorts. As I slid them down I pulled the waistband out and then down over my cock releasing it from it's constraint. I heard a light gasp as Heather watched my member pop into view. I slid my shorts off of my feet and tossed them on top of my pants. I looked at Heather and my cock grew. I came to the realization that the woman who filled my mind as I masturbated time after time was about to watch as I did it again. Heather sat beside me not knowing exactly what to do. At first she just looked at the computer, pretending not to notice that my cock was in full view only 3 feet away from her. She seemed hesitant for a few moments, then as I took the camera off of the desk and smiled at her she became more interested in my actions. She was obviously intrigued by the concept of seeing me play with myself for her and whoever wanted to watch, as much as she was pretending not to be. I did see however that she would occasionally glance at my cock with the desire I must have shown when I was staring at her ass earlier today. I set the camera on the stool under the desk, turned it on and adjusted it to give a full view of my cock. Heather again moved close to me to so she could see the screen. The way I was sitting allowed Heather to see my cock both on the screen and when she looked down at me. I felt her snuggle in close and she noticed the twitch of my cock as she did so. She smiled and moved against me again, watching my cock on the screen. She then took an unashamed stare down at my raging hard on, "It's not just women on the screen that turn you on is it?" she asked coyly. "No it certainly isn't...." I said as I clicked on the screen offering my camera to view to the woman online. 'Ahhh ....there we go' she sent, 'nice cock' 'thanks' 'do you want to cum with me' 'yes' I answered -- I wanted to cum HARD! "Are you really going to cum right here in front of me Brent?! My GOD.... I never thought I would be sitting in a hotel room watching you play with yourself, let alone have you cum right here beside me ..... " "You said it was ok if I played....." "But Cumming?! .... I don't always play 'till I cum.... do you? "Unless, I'm interrupted...." I teased. "Touché" she said "Ok.... let me know when you're going to cum then .... God this is so different than the night I imagined", she giggled 'mmmm I want to see your cum' 'you will - I want to see you cum too .... I want to see your juices running out of your pussy' 'mmmm yes, I will cum and get very wet..... stroke your cock for me' 'mmmmm, slide you fingers into your pussy for me....yess that's it..." "Man Brent, you are a horny thing aren't you.... I wouldn't have imagined you talking like that", Heather said. I took my now fully engorged cock in my hand and started to stroke it slowly. God it felt good -- with Heather's body touching mine and knowing she was watching me play with my cock I was in heaven. Heather again made an audible gasp as I started to stroke my cock. 'mmm yesss .... Slide your hand over your cock' 'Milk your cock for me..... Does that feel good?' 'yes' 'use your other hand and play with your balls' 'yes like that..... is that good?' 'yes but I can't type' 'just play then .... Please ....and I will too...' The woman turned more toward the camera and spread her legs wide. I could see the glistening wetness of her slit as she slid her fingers up and down it. The man in the background was getting into the act fully now and was eagerly stroking his cock as I was mine. I could feel Heather's breathing increase as she watched the couple and I all masturbate. She was mesmerized and now getting turned on. Her eyes drifted more to me beside her than the computer now, she squirmed in her seat a little bit as she watched me. "I can't believe you are doing this Brent", she said with a nervous laugh, "more than that, I can't believe I'm watching you!" She continued, "I can see why you get into this though....it is cool...... " I continued to stroke my cock as she spoke. Then leaning to my ear she whispered "She was right though.....You do have a nice cock" she said in a super sexy breathy tone. My cock leapt in my hand. "mmmmmm" I groaned "Thank-you" "seeing it so close is making me wet" she breathed in my ear. "MMmmmm ... is it?" "mmhmm.....very....Would it feel better if you were wet too....with some lube?" she asked as she stared at my hand wrapped around my cock. "Uh huh" "Ok........" Heather reached into the drawer and took out the tube. I stuck my hand out for it. "You just keep doing what you're doing" she told me, "I'll look after this." I returned my hand to my cock and continued to stroke my cock as Heather watched. She took the lid off of the tube and turned it upside down. "You like a little or a lot?" "Lots" I answered. "Ok. You just keep playing and watch the screen..." I focused on the woman on the screen now fully involved in her own pleasure. Her fingers were darting over and into her pussy it was a lovely sight. Heather was reaching over me and I was expecting to feel a stream of lubricant on my cock any second. I was slowly and steadily stroking up and down the full length of my cock with my right hand as my left was gently massaging my balls. I turned to look at Heather as I stroked myself, she turned her eyes to meet mine and smiled at me. It was at that moment I felt the slick gentle touch of her hand on my cock. She had put the lubricant on her own hand and now began to stroke my cock rhythmically. She pushed my hand away and continued to slide her wet slippery hand up and down my shaft. I was in ecstasy. "MMMmm your cock feels as good as it looks......" "hhmmm.... It sure feels fine to me right now.....' Heather giggled "Enough lube?" "MMmmmmm perfect, you're good at this....." "Thank-you.....you've inspired me" she chuckled. "So you want to cum for me and this lady on the screen?" "Mmmmm yes!" "Now?" "Not yet....I want to enjoy this a while....that ok?" "MMMMmmmm Sure.....this is cool" "Do you want to cum Heather?" "Mmhmm I sure do. As soon as I saw your cock I knew I needed to cum." "Can I watch you cum?" "Mmhmm - I insist on it .... but first I'm going to make you cum....." "Do you want to cum on camera too?" "Yes!!!! THAT'd be so cool..... Just thinking about it " she whispered, "is getting my pussy even wetter." "Can I see your wet pussy......please?" "Do you really, really want to?" she teased. "I'd love to ... I've dreamed of seeing your pussy for ages ....." She giggled and gave my cock a little squeeze 'Have you now.... Well I have to tell you I'm very wet ....." "Really?......how wet?" "Well I guess you'll have to judge how wet I am, since you're the one that made me this way...." She slowly stopped stroking my cock and stood up and pulled my t-shirt off, then hers. With a little wiggle the shorts she had on dropped to the floor. I nearly came my wad right there. She was a gorgeous as I had imagined all these times, Heather looked at me coyly, placed one foot on my chair and reached between her legs. Her finger parted the light wisps of hair of her trimmed pussy, and came out gleaming. She put her wet finger to my lips, "I told you, that you had made me wet..." I sucked in her finger hungrily, eagerly licking her essence off of it. She sat down in her chair again and again took my cock in hand. She was obviously getting more aroused now that she was naked. She was no longer taking long easy strokes up and down my cock, she began to furiously pump it in her fist. I reached out and touched her pussy and she immediately spread her legs as far as the desk would allow giving me access to her slippery slit. She eagerly stroked my cock trying to coax the orgasm from me. As I looked at the computer, I glanced at the camera view and could see Heather's hand pumping my cock. The window told me that 14 people were viewing my camera. Heather was starting to really ride my fingers now she was bucking against me as well as our position would allow. "Do you want to cum with me Heather? Cum on camera with me? "MMhmmm" she moaned. "Ok..." I pushed my chair back from the desk and Heather did the same, our hands never left each other's privates. We looked at the screen and adjusted ourselves so that everyone could see us each clearly. "This is such a turn on....." she giggled as she adjusted her position. Heather scooted her ass forward and spread her legs wider. Her pussy virtually sucked my fingers inside. She rested the heel of one foot on the desk and draped the other leg across mine, giving me full access. She looked beautiful on the screen and beside me, the fragrance of her sex filled the room. Her pussy felt like liquid velvet and she was leaking her juices down the crack of her ass....she was getting really, really wet..... We held each other's pleasures in our hands, the pleasure I was giving her was almost as exciting as what she was doing to me. Heather was quickly becoming more and more aroused as I tickled her clit then massaged deep into her pussy. "Cum for me Brent" she whispered in my ear, "I want to feel your cock pulse ....unhhh... and feel your cum on me... as I ...unghh cum......I'm getting so close...." I was getting close now too, she was riding my fingers savagely and just as savagely she was pumping my cock. The room was filled with our heavy breathing, groans and the wet sucking sounds of our mutual masturbation. I could feel my ejaculate building up inside and knew I was near the top. "Heather.....that feels SO good......15 people are watching you stroke my cock and me finger your pussy..... and they're going to SEE US CUMMM!" "Oh GOD!!! ...." The idea of all those people watching her was all Heather needed. I felt her pussy twitch and her body go stiff as the first wave of her orgasm started to come down on her. Seeing beautiful Heather in orgasm sent me over the top. I felt my balls contract and the cum billowing up inside me...... As Heather held my cock I shot ropes of cum all over her, myself and the floor. The juices from Heather's quivering slit were flowing freely from her now, my hand was soaked to the wrist as she bucked against my fingers in the throws of a huge orgasm. Eventually Heather's grip on my cock relaxed and the clamp of my hand between her legs eased as our climaxes subsided. My cum had landed on her leg and tummy and her hands were covered. She looked gorgeous in her afterglow, and when she looked at the cum on her she smiled. She didn't make an effort to wipe her legs or tummy, and rubbed the cum on her hands onto her breasts. "MMmmmm you came buckets Brent." "So did you...mmMmmmm, I love it!" I told her with a smile. I stood, reached to shut off the camera, then took Heather by the hand and drew her to the bed. We both needed to lay down as our knees and muscles had turned to jelly. "Thank-you, Heather. That was too fantastic for words." "Mmmm, it was great for me too .... I haven't cum that hard in years....." "Are you embarrassed that you came in front of all those people?" "uh uh! ...NO WAY. That was so cool! .... " "Wasn't it? .... I've never cum so hard before .....Those people got EXACTLY the show they wanted....and so did I -- you are SO sexy ...." "Awww thanks Brent.... You sure got my juices flowing too .... Pardon the pun" she giggled. "It's been a long time since I came that hard too ... something new I think is what made it so exciting .... " "New? - Being on camera?" "Yes .... And I guess cumming with you too ......" she said shyly. "I know, it was you cumming that made it so good for me..... but now that you've cum......regrets?" "I suppose a twinge..... but it was so good ..... its hard to be sorry...." "My feelings exactly .... I guess we REALLY have to keep this secret from Terry and Grant now" I said laughing. She chuckled, "No kidding..... So, do you have any other secrets you keep from Terry?" "Are you going to be my confessor?" "Sure." "Well", I told her, "I did meet up with a woman I met online. She was fantastic ...... she was married too and we got together for a 'secret liaison'." "Really? I take it Terry doesn't know....." I pointing to my balls and said, "I still have these don't I?" Heather laughed, "Silly question. How long ago?" "Too long ..... " "I see ...... " "Have you ever fooled around?" I asked, as I traced a finger along her outer thigh, her skin was soft and warm to my touch. She smiled at me and replied, "Nope ..... I have been tempted to for a long time though... But I didn't want just a one night stand with someone I never met before, and it's a little hard to suggest with someone you do know...." "I hear you... Ummmm....is that why you left some make-up in the bathroom here?" "He he", she giggled "you saw that did you?" she said as she placed her hand comfortably on my arm. "Uh huh...." "I knew you would ... I also noticed that you never mentioned it when you went in the bathroom." She said. "Are you kidding? If there was the slightest chance that you would come back for it tonight, I wouldn't have let you take it back." She smiled, "I thought as much ... I knew you were attracted to me as much as I was to you, I've seen you watch me before ... it turned me on actually." "Watching you turned me on too.... It turned me on to think of you when I had some 'time alone' too" I admitted. "Oh really? ..... you thought of me when you played?" "All the time ..... is that freaky to you?" "Not at all ... I'm flattered actually" she sad with a smile, "To be honest, I thought of you too." "Really?!.....Details! I want details!" I teased. "HA HA! The details are - when I was thinking of you....." she said as she rolled over on top of me, "we were doing more than using our hands on each other......." as she finished speaking she lowered her face to mine and our lips met in a deep soulful kiss. As our tongues touched for the first time, she seemed at once a comfortable established lover and a new exciting one. She was more than I could have hoped for. The woman of my dreams and fantasies was here naked on top of me, our cum was drying on each others bodies as we grew in arousal seeking to replay our passion. As we kissed, my hands were drawn naturally to her back and hers to my face, I caressed her back as we kissed each other's face and neck. I could feel my proud member responding to her attention and the wonderful sensation of her on top of me. As it grew to length it started to brush against her pubic hair. She felt the contact and started to push back to engulf my cock inside her as we kissed. As she did, I teasingly pulled my cock back not allowing her success. "Huuunggghhhh" she wined in my ear as she felt me dodge her advance. My cock twitched and continued to grow at the sound of her eagerness to mount me. Again I let the tip of my cock touch her hair and she immediately pushed back hard. I was ready for that and moved as quick as she did, keeping her from her desire. Heather whined again and bit my ear "Quit it!" she demanded in a playful tone. "OW!" I yelped ...."That's it -- none for you ...." I teased. "Oh no you don't", she responded "You aren't going to lie there with a hard beautiful cock like that and not let me have it!" "Oh...." I said, as I adjusted my position. Taking a firm grip of her hips, I placed the tip of my cock right against her lips. She was very wet again and I could feel her slick lubrication against my cock head. She again tried to swallow me inside but I held her hips firmly. "Are you really, really sure you want THIS!" I said as I thrust my hips forward while pulling her down onto me. My cock shot into her to the hilt. "AHHHGGGGHHHH!!!!! She squealed. "OH MY GOD!! YES! THAT is what I want!" she answered. Adjusting to my cock inside her she began to rock against me taking short steady strokes. After becoming accustomed to me inside her, she pushed harder against me and me against her. She was taking me inside as far as she could. I could feel her cervix with the tip of my cock and I pushed hard rubbing my cock head against it. She went wild. Heather began to gyrate and whimper as she fucked against me hard. Her tight little pussy felt delicious as she alternately squirmed and bucked solidly against me as I forcibly squeezed her tight bum. Taking her gorgeous ass in my hands I drew her to me and held her close while I worked my cock in and out of her. I consciously kept rhythm with her movements. After some time she began to ease her movements as she tired. With a silent gesture from me I rolled her off of me and then me onto her. I moved to the edge of the bed. Soon I was in my favorite position, I was sitting with my feet on the floor, Heather on my lap with my cock buried inside of her, very deep. Heather too appreciated the penetration she was receiving, "Oh FUCK Brent! ...... Yes, uh huh...uh, huh, ... uh, huh" she moaned as I rocked my cock deep inside her. I glanced over her shoulder and the computer caught my eye. I saw myself on the screen! Holy shit, I had not shut the camera off when I thought I did. It must have been running the whole time, and here we were on open cam fucking like bunnies. If anyone either of us knew happened to be checking cams........" "Oh fuck." I said. "What?" Heather breathed. She knew by my tone something was wrong, but she never missed a beat rocking on my cock.. "We're .... Umm .....famous" "Hu uh How?" she grunted sexily still maintaining her pace. "I didn't shut the camera off......" "WHAT?!" she exclaimed and immediately buried her face in my chest, reducing her humping almost to a stop...almost. "Honest, I thought I did!" I responded. "If anyone was looking they've seen everything ... the bed is in perfect view -- I can see us." "Is anyone watching?" she said and began to increase her rocking. "I think so -- yes there is... I can see a list of names...." "Really?" she said as she pulled my face to hers kissing me. She broke the kiss and regained her earlier pace of rocking her wet slippery pussy on my cock. I could feel the juices leaking from her wet lips over my balls soaking them. "I want them all to see how good you are fucking me .... I want the world to see me cum all over your cock and see you cum deep inside me!" I was amazed and thrilled. I loved to show my cock when I jerked off, but I never, never showed my face in case someone knew me. I had only dreamed of fucking Heather, and here I was ball deep inside her on camera and she was loving it. Her motions were hard to match in my position, she was fucking me fast and furious now. Her head was tossed back now and her teeth were clenching as she concentrated hard on the sensation of my cock splitting her lips and driving deep deep inside her. Her orgasm was bearing down on her and she rocked and ground her pussy against me, rubbing her sensitive clit against my pubic bone -- my cock into her as deep as it could go. "I, ....unggg..... don't care if ....unggg.... everyone sees me fucking you Brent! I ....uhhhhhHHHH.... want to feel you shoot your cum in me .... NOW Brent NOW...Oh GOD! I'm cuUUUMMMIIIINNNGGgggg!!!!!!! Her actions became frenzied as she started to slap her ass against my thighs, taking long fast strokes. Her pussy was quaking and fluttering in spasm as she came steadily. Again her excitement and the look of her face in orgasm made it for me. "YeaaaaasssssSSSSS! UnnnggghhHHHHH!! I'm gonna cum!!!" I grunted. I could feel the cum boil in my balls for a few strokes then it exploded out of my cock in long strong blasts. As my cock pulsed inside her sending long hot splashed against her womb, she again erupted in another orgasm never breaking stride as she humped against me, making sexy squeals and grunts as she was crushed by her orgasm. She slowed her rocking on me as her breathing came back from frantic to simply exerted. She held me close and rested her face on my chest. The sweat on her brow felt nice and cool on my hot skin. As Heather finally regained her breath she sighed deeply then shuddered. "Holy Fuck that was good.' she said. "Unbelievable" I told her. "I need to lay down before I fall down" she said. Slowly she unwrapped her legs from around me and as she slid back my now spent cock slipped easily from her, lubricated by our mutual juices. She raised herself off of me enough to drop on the bed beside me. "Oh, god that was sooooo good" she said as she lay exhausted on the bed. "I'm going to shut the camera off now, k?" "Yes, please...." I went over to the computer and saw there was 45 messages for us. I shut the camera off and looked at them. "Hey sexy, you were a star!" "What do you mean?" "There are a bunch of messages from people who were watching us." "Really? Anyone we know?" she giggled. "I hope not......" "Well, honestly, I don't care who was watching .... It was a turn on to know that they were actually....." "You think so...." "Oh, yeah......I'm getting one of those cameras." "Are you?" "Yep and I'll set it up in my bedroom and you can watch me cum....." "Really?! I'd love that....." "Ok, I will then" "So, Brent?" "Yes beautiful?" "Have you ever been sucked off on camera before?............" I smiled, "No...." "Well we have all week........ but right now I should run down to my car and get my suitcase" "Suitcase?" "Yes" she giggled "I happen to have some clothes in a suitcase in my car.....just in case I never made it back to my hotel tonight......" "Oh, you're naughty......And here I thought I seduced you.......I've been had." "Yes you have.....and I intend to have you again......."
10 Days in Hollywood: Day 02	29,265	4.64	1,508,690	[ "mf", "cons", "oral", "anal" ]	\\DISCLAIMER\\ Please note that this story is a 100% work for fiction and the characters are not reflective of their real life counterparts and are not endorsed. Any similarity to real life events are pure coincidental. At the end of day, this is a fictional fantasy story, nothing more. Enjoy! Twenty four hours ago, I was flying to America on a trip that would contain what I believed would be a lot of business meetings with people in suits. Instead I had flirted with Felicity Jones, found out Daisy Ridley had a crush on me and had sex with Amy Adams. Not bad for a first day! I woke up in bed to the sound of the doorbell going off. I leaned over to check my phone and saw it was 8.25. I mumbled to myself before clambering out of bed and heading downstairs. Not wanting to repeat the mistake of yesterday, I put on a dressing gown that hung on the back of the door. Opening the front door, I was greeted by the sight of Emilio in a white shirt and no signs of the heavy night he'd led me to believe he would be having. "Come on Limey, put some clothes on! We've got to get to Burbank. Collider hates it when people arrive late." 10 days in Hollywood -- Day 2 Starring Felicity Jones and Brie Larson Featuring Daisy Ridley, Amy Adams & Melissa Benoist MF, Cons, Oral, Anal, Facial On the advice of Emilio, I put on clothes that were a bit lighter than I usually wore. In London, it would have bene a hoody, a pair of jeans and some boots. In LA, the weather was much nicer with a cloudless sky so my usual attire would make any normal person melt. Therefore I settled on a blue polo shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. I didn't really know how formal you had to be for video magazine interviews but Emilio drew no objections. "The good news is your execs meeting has been moved until later on this afternoon. Therefore after Collider, we can chill in Malibu. What did you think of the script that Amy sent you?" "It was okay, needs little bit of polishing. The characters aren't fully formed so it's going to depend on which actors she wants to bring in. They can finish them off." I replied. "Is it that easy?" "Well they've got to be creative. You can't just bring someone in who doesn't want to put in the time to develop the character. They rarely come in fully formed." "I feel there is a 'but' coming!" "But you don't want the actor to completely mess up the work of the writer either; they're the ones who created the bones. The actor just needs to add flesh." "So the writer needs someone to have their back?" he asked. "Pretty much or they direct it themselves. Plenty of people go that way; Sneider, Tarantino, Gunn, Smith." "Will you have Amy's back on this?" "Well after what she did yesterday, I'm leaning that way." "And what did she do?" Emilio asked with a grin on his face. "Gentleman's agreement, I'm afraid. She's going to be the producer as well so I better have her back or she'll fire me!" Emilio laughed at my reply and gave me a slap on my shoulder. "You better not do anything to piss her off then!" The drive went quite quickly as the traffic was light and we headed straight into the make-up department. Luckily they were happy with my clothing options so they put me straight into the studio. The interviewer seemed to have a bit of knowledge of my background and we had a good chat about the film and what future projects I was interested in. When the chat moved to big budget projects I started to go a bit shy as I wasn't looking to move in that direction just yet. Finally they finished with my marital status but I confirmed I was single and wasn't looking due to work commitments. That was partially true as I did want to concentrate on my new script and the project that Amy had sent me. I was expecting to be away from London a lot and didn't want to commit to anything. The other reason was that I enjoyed what had happened with Amy and was open to it happening again, with her or with someone else. After the interview wrapped up, we did a couple of one shot idents for the services they advertise on and I walked out to meet Emilio. While I was walking, I shot a text over to Felicity to let her know I was making my way over. As I reached Emilio, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw the response from Felicity. She told me she'd be around the pool all day and told me to come straight through to meet her. "How did that go my friend?" "It went well, she was quite nice. Cute too!" "She is very cute my man but she's happily married. Kids too so you ain't getting in there." He replied chuckling as we stepped into the car. "We heading to Malibu now?" "Yeah please. How long will it take?" "It should take an hour and twenty. Maybe a little bit longer if there's traffic. Are we heading anywhere specific?" "Yeah, Malibu Beach Inn. Is it decent?" "I'm sorry; it's not in my remit to scout every hotel for your dalliances." I laughed at that statement as we turned to head down to the 138. The traffic was heavy on the highway so the journey took us just over two hours. In that time, Emilio pressed me on what happened the day before with Amy but I didn't think it was appropriate considering her marital status. Instead I told him about the flight over and what had happened with Felicity and Daisy, leaving out their names so he didn't catch on. "That girl sounds like a bit of a freak. You think she'll get her mate involved too?" "One can only hope. I can scratch that off my bucket list then!" "What? You've never had a three way? You're missing out man! Play your cards right with the girls you'll meet here; you will find two who'll be happy to give you one. All you have to do is give them some shitty walk on part. " "What?! I hope you're not trying to insinuate they won't like me for me?" "You seem like an articulate, funny guy and that'll confuse most of them. You just have to grunt occasionally and preen yourself in the mirror to be on their level." "Well I'll certainly take that on board. So what are you going to do while I'm sh... eating." "You telling me you don't need me to hold the camera? Ha ha, I'm going to head to the beach and do some scouting." "Scouting for whom?" "For my little black book. There's enough of Emilio to go round." Our conversation carried on in the same manner as we headed into Malibu. Emilio dropped me off at the front of the hotel before speeding off towards the beach, presumably looking for somewhere to park the car. I walked through the foyer of the hotel and out into the pool area. There were plenty of people around the pool but I found it fairly easy to spot Felicity; she was surrounded by about twenty scripts and had three different phones in front of her. I was about to walk over to her when I heard my name being called from behind me. "Hi Richard, I didn't know you were staying here too!" I turned around to see Daisy walking towards me with her boyfriend next to her. Rather weirdly, she was wearing the same bikini that Felicity was wearing in the picture she sent me the night before. "Hi Daisy. No, I'm not staying here. Felicity invited me over for a bite to eat and to discuss a script. I thought she would have told you." "Well she said she was meeting someone about a script but didn't mention any names. There are plenty of offers coming in after her recent roles so I thought it might have been someone more famous, no offence." "That's okay, understandable when you become a hot commodity." There was a grimace in her boyfriend's face as we chatted a little and he walked off heading to the bar area. Daisy pulled a face before allowing the smile to return to her face. "Sorry about that, he's been in a mood recently. He lost his job in the City and is kind of fed up he's not getting all the attention anymore." she replied with a sigh. "Jealousy can be a fickle mistress! He'll get over it when he gets a new job I'm sure." "Yeah... if it lasts that long. Look, I'd love to stay and chat but I better go before he does something stupid. " She gave me a little wave before walking past me and heading to the bar. As she walked away, I took a moment to check out her arse, there was a little sway to it and I couldn't tell if it was deliberate or not. It was a little bit bigger than Felicity's and not as toned, then it hit me what Felicity had done. I continued my walk towards Felicity and she waved me over when she noticed I was here. As I approached her, she stood up and finished her phone call. I was only a few feet from her when she walked up and gave me a big hug. As we finished the hug, I had the opportunity to take in what she was wearing. Her hair was tied in loose pony tails and had a two piece bikini with tied straps. It wasn't the most revealing but was easy to access as she promised yesterday. "Does Daisy know you sent me a picture of her arse?" "Maybe, maybe not. You'll have to figure out that one on your own." She replied as she bit her lip. "Okay, I'll put my cowl on and get to investigating. Do you want a drink?" "No, I've had enough for now. Let's not dick around here, we both know what we want. My room is on the fifth floor!" Felicity took my hand and led me back into the hotel building. "What about your stuff? You're just leaving it there?" I asked as she dragged me along. "Daisy will be back in a minute with that douchebag, she can look after the scripts. This place is pretty secure anyway." "Speaking of, she seemed surprised to see me. Guessing you didn't tell her I was coming." "Yeah, I told here you were coming. Actually I told her we'd both be cumming." She gave me a little wink as she finished her comment and pressed the button for the elevator. The doors opened and we had to move aside as four or five people exited. We entered the elevator with an elderly couple so the journey continued in silence. As they came in after us, I was forced to the back of the lift with Felicity in front of me. The elderly couple were facing forward so I looked down to check out her arse, only to see Felicity slowly snaking her arm around her body. She let out a little giggle as her hand outlined my penis, bringing it to life and starting to make it hard. We were interrupted as the lift bell rung and the doors opened. I looked up to see we were on the correct floor so we followed the elderly couple out. I followed Felicity to her room as the elderly couple turned the other way. Opening the door with her key pad, she walked into the spacious lounge. "Now, that was very naughty of you Miss Jones." "Was it? So what are you going to do about it?" As she said this, Felicity stopped in the middle of the room and faced me. I looked around to survey the area and saw a large sofa just behind her. Deciding to go on the aggressive, I grabbed her arm and pulled her with me to the sofa. Sitting on the sofa, I pulled Felicity down so she was bent over my knee and I peeled her bikini bottoms to the side, exposing her right butt cheek. I pulled my hand back before spanking her arse. "That all you got?" Taking her comment as a challenge, I pulled my hand back and hit her arse again several times; leaving a red mark on her cheek. She let out a soft moan as I started to rub where I had been spanking her. I lowered my fingers and rubbed her pussy to feel a tinge of wetness, her enjoyment starting to become apparent. "Think you've learned your lesson?" "Probably not, why don't you give it another whack and see what happens!" she replied as she wiggled her arse at me. I raised my hand back and, just as I was about to bring it forward, Felicity rolled off my lap and ran off into another room. I raised myself up to my feet and slowly followed her footsteps. Turning the same direction, I looked into what appeared to be an empty bedroom, a large king size bed sitting in the middle of it. On the floor was the discarded bikini and I heard the sound of rushing water emanating from a side room. The door was ajar and a bit of steam from the room was seeping out. Walking over, I poked my head in to see the shower door frosted over with a single female figure behind it. Leaning down, I quickly undid my laces and kicked my shoes and socks off. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and threw it down the side of the bed. I made short work of removing my shorts and underwear and approached the shower naked. Opening the door, I was greeted by the sight of Felicity facing away from me completely naked. Instinctively, my eyes dropped to the arse that I'd become acquainted with quite well in the last 48 hours. The red mark from the spanking was starting to fade. Feeling the cold air start to come in, I stepped into the large shower and closed the glass door behind me. Felicity turned around to look at me with that pretty face. My eyes drifted down to peer at her reasonably sizes breasts, very pert and her hard pink nipples staring directly at me. Lower down, her pussy was obscured from sight by her left hand, which she had clearly been using to rub it. "I hope you'll give me the opportunity to prove I can be a good girl too." She raised her arm and pushed me back against the glass door. Felicity leaned in and pressed her lips against mine, her tongue exploring my mouth. Her hands rubbed down to my chest and brought them around to grab my arse. She withdrew from the kiss and started to kiss down my body; neck to chest to abdomen. I looked down as she settled onto her knees and she gave me a wink bank as her hand grabbed my cock. "Oh yes, I think I'll prove I'm a very good with this" she said with a devious look on her face. Felicity closed her eyes as she leaned in and took my cock into her mouth. I leaned back as I felt it get engulfed by her warm mouth, her tongue flicking the head as she took it in. I looked down as she concentrated on sucking, the water from the shower occasionally splashing down onto us. "Oh, that feels nice." I uttered as Felicity started to speed up her sucking. I put my hand on her head but Felicity batted it away. She continued her sucking, occasionally taking it out of her mouth to lick up and down both sides before putting it back in. After taking the full length into her mouth, Felicity pulled my cock out of her mouth and licked the underneath. She lowered her head down and started to suck on my balls, taking each one in turn while her hand continued to pump my cock. "Oh God, I'm so close!" Felicity looked up at me following my comment, my right ball still in her mouth, and winked at me. She let my ball pop out and she increased the speed of her pumping. Placing the head of my cock in her mouth, she started to roll her tongue over it. It was so sensitive at this point that it put me over the edge. "I'm gonna cum!" "Yes, all over my face please." Felicity replied as she took my cock out of her mouth. She held my cock in front of her face and continued to pump as cum started to spurt out. Closing her eyes and opening her mouth, Felicity allowed cum to shoot all over her face. After the spurt had finished, she took my cock back into her mouth and sucked up the remains. Felicity stood up as cum streaked down her face. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips, forcing my mouth to open with her tongue. She then pushed cum into my mouth taking me by surprise, not allowing me to let go until I swallowed. As she released me, Felicity walked back into the shower to wash off what had been left on her face and was not starting to drip down onto her body. "Well that was lovely experience" she stated as she splashed water on her face, "Lovely fucking cock on you as well." "Thanks, I grew it myself." I walked forward and she turned her back to me. Feeling my semi-hard cock rub against her cheeks, I leaned in and kissed her neck softly. Grabbing her arms; I placed them on the wall before I reached around her and cupped her breasts. Giving her nipples a tweak, I gently nibbled her ear as she started to moan, my cock starting to feel hard again. I adjusted so my cock went through her legs and rubbed against her pussy, my fingers still massaging her breasts. "Mmm, I bet that would feel amazing inside me" she whispered as she started to grind her pussy against my cock. "Your wish is my command." I moved her hips so she was slightly bent over and slid my cock into her waiting pussy. The combination of the wetness of the shower and her excitement allowed it to slip in quite easily and, after a couple of thrusts, my cock was enveloped by her pussy. I twisted her head and kissed her on the lips hard as I thrusted my cock in and out of her. The flowing water barred me from looking over her body so I allowed my hands to explore it instead. I gave her arse a rub as I was enamoured by how smooth and toned it was. After the kiss, Felicity leaned down to allow my cock to go deeper inside her. "Oh God, that feels so good!" she moaned as the thrusts continued. "I know; your pussy is so nice." "Wait until you get in my arse!" I looked down as she said that comment and saw her tight hole peering through at me as I pushed myself in and out of her. I spread her arse cheeks slightly but she swatted my hands away. "What do we say to the God of Death?" she asked in between moans. I smiled to myself at her reference. "Not today!" Felicity pressed her hands against the wall and pushed me back, making my cock slip out of her pussy. She turned around and leaned with her back against the wall, hair slipping over her face. She moved the strands away and looked at me directly. "Not today." She rolled her finger beckoning me to her. As I walked forward to her, she lifted her left leg and wrapped it around me. She grabbed my cock and slid it into her before also wrapping her right leg around me and lifting herself up. I pressed her back against the wall and pushed my cock fully inside her. Kissing her on the lips, our tongues thrashed each other furiously as passion overtook us; I increased my thrusting. "Oh yeah, that's the spot." I pressed her hard against the wall as I pushed the full length of my cock into her pussy, her moans getting louder as her arse thudded against the wall. Felicity leaned down and bit my shoulder as pushed harder. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" I continued thrusting and her moans turned into screams as she climaxed; her pussy pulsating my cock. I felt her collapse into me as my cock slipped out of her wet pussy; I kept my arms around her and carried her out of the shower. Grabbing a towel as we passed, I put it onto the bed laid Felicity on top of it. She looked up at me with a smile on her face. "Well that was very well done. Not sure I've ever been fucked against a wall that well before!" "Oh, the pleasure was all mine." She giggled at my comment and slapped my arm. I walked back into the wet room to turn the shower off and grab a towel. I was drying myself off when I heard my phone go off. "Secretary Jones speaking, how may I route your call?" I was drying my hair when Felicity came into the bathroom, still completely naked, and handed me the phone. I took it from her and sat myself down on the toilet seat. Felicity turned around and gave her arse a slap before walking off. "Hello?" "Richard, it's Amy. How are you?" "Oh, I'm good thank you. Yourself?" "I'm good. Not meeting Star Wars stars good but good none the less. Look, I'm of the understanding you're attending a party tonight." "Wow, are you sure you're not stalking me?" "Ha ha; I'm just very well connected. My star is going to be there tonight, the one I want for the script. I'm going to tell her about you and get her to meet you. I've sent her your picture so she'll say hi when she recognises you. Just be a bit careful with her as she's suffering a break up." "Yeah, that's no problem. Will I see you soon?" I asked. "Maybe..." With that, Amy terminated the call. I stood up to walk back into the room when a text from Emilio came through. "5 minutes... out front..." "Felicity, I'm going to have to go, I've got a meeting with some executives. " I said as I walked back into the bedroom. I looked around to see no sign of Felicity in the bedroom. Thinking she had gone to get a drink, I threw the towel onto the bed and walked through into the lounge. "Shit!" I stopped in my tracks as I looked directly at Felicity and Daisy talking. They both just looked at me as I stood there naked and I noticed that Felicity had put her bikini back on. I opened my mouth but no words came out and the girls just giggled together. To prevent anymore embarrassment, I turned back around and walked into the bedroom. I closed my eyes and sighed, twice in two days I've been caught wandering around naked. I took my time putting my clothes back on before walking back out of the bedroom. I was hoping they had left but both ladies were standing in the exact same place, seemingly waiting for me. "Now Richard, usually one is clothed when one goes for a meeting!" Daisy said to me. "Yes, I have heard people say that. I shall just blame cultural differences." Luckily they both laughed at that comment so my embarrassment alleviated. "I believe you were saying you had to leave?" Felicity asked. "Yeah, Emilio is outside so I better hurry and meet him. Lovely to see you both again." I leaned in and kissed Daisy on the cheek. I went to do the same with Felicity but she grabbed my head and pulled me into a full on kiss, allowing her tongue to massage mine. Her hand lowered to grab my cock and she pressed her lips to my ear "I'll work on her for you." She whispered. To prevent anymore embarrassment, I quickly left the room and headed to the lifts. The doors opened and Daisy's boyfriends stormed past me and headed to the room. I didn't concern myself with him and stepped into the lift, heading down to the lobby. Emilio met me at the door and shared his experiences at the beach. Unsurprisingly, he had got several phone numbers of girls that he would introduce to directors; luckily I was able to avoid having to meet any. I then decided to come clean and told him about what happened the day before with Amy and today with Felicity and Daisy. He looked at me as we drove back into LA. "So you're telling me you've been caught naked two days in a row?" "Yeah." "That's fucking hilarious. You need to start wearing clothes I think." "No shit! So tell me about this party tonight?" I asked "Oh, it's Young Hollywood so you'll get people thinking they're the next big thing. So your teenagers who want to break into adult roles, mid-twenties looking to break into super stardom. Then you have older actors who are looking for interesting projects that'll get them an Oscar. And at least three of them will try and fuck you." "Ah, well it'll be interesting to see whose there." We drove on to the meeting with the distribution executives. It was incredibly boring as they laid out plans to advertise 'Dandelion' as a romantic comedy in the mould of all those Kate Hudson/Katherine Heigl pictures. They didn't agree with my opinion which kind of made the rest of the lunch meeting quite awkward. Luckily Emilio was able to save it with some stories from his time dealing with actors and we parted ways after an hour or two. Forty five minutes later I was dropped off at the house and would have a chance to relax. Emilio said he would be over for breakfast the next day and that the stylist would be with me in a few hours. I hadn't done any exercise since I'd been here, with the exception of picking up Felicity so decided to spend the afternoon doing lengths in the pool. The stylist arrived about three hours later and the first thing he did was make me shower, I decided against telling him what I'd done in a shower earlier in the day. They then tidied me up by trimming my hair and beard and changing my deodorant. I thought it was a bit over kill but then I saw myself in the suit they got me to wear and I had to bow down to their superior knowledge. The management company had given Emilio the night off so I had to make my own way to the party. I thought it would be a good idea to leave the car they left me at the house so I could have a drink and I ordered an Uber. In our conversation, the driver told me that he'd already dropped off three people off at the party, one of whom was looking very sexy in a red dress but he didn't say who the girl was, in his words she was 'Just some actress.' I arrived at the party at about 9 o'clock and it was already quite busy with numerous guests drunk. I picked up a glass of champagne as I entered and looked around to see who I recognised. There was a blonde in a blue dress that was on her way to being very drunk, she was singing some song while wearing a throw as some kind of cape. She locked eyes with me and smiled but I decided to move on into the garden to see if the view was as nice as mine. "It's a nice view, huh?" I turned around to see a girl in a red dress, plenty of cleavage showing of, and a pair of dark brown eyes looking at me. "Well the place I'm staying in has a better one but it's certainly better than my apartment back home." "Oooh, an accent. I do like an accent! I'm Brie." "Nice to meet you Brie, I'm Richard. And actually I speak completely normal, you're the one with an accent." She paused for a moment. "I will accept that. So are you an actor or a hanger on?" she asked, taking a sip of her drink. "I'm a director actually. I've been sent out to pimp my wares and meet people who want to be part of my new project. " "Oh, that sounds interesting. Have I seen your wares?" "Well my first film hasn't been released over here yet. Still negotiating distribution and convincing them not to market it as a soppy romantic comedy." "What's it called?" Brie asked, moving closer to me. "Dandelion." "I'll keep an eye out for it. And for you." Brie gave me a wink before moving on. She was very alluring and I kept my eye on her as she walked on through the garden, talking to several people as she moved around. Her body looked outstanding in the dress, not too tight on her but it showed off her body; a nice round arse and a good sized pair of breasts. I was finishing my glass as I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned around to see the blonde drunk girl from when I arrived. She half smiled but her eyes seemed glazed over. "I saw you earlier, you're hotter than Amy said." She said falling into me. "I'm sorry; I have no idea who you are." I put my arms on her shoulders and held her upright. There was a bench next to us so I moved her to it and sat her down. I sat down next to her and she started rubbing my chest. "My name's Melissa, I'm in a television show called Supergirl and I want to be in the film. Amy said I'm perfect for it and I think I'd do good." "Well I'm sure that you ca..." "I'll fuck you!" she spurted out. "I'm sorry?" "I'll fuck you to get the part. I mean, if you're into girls. If not, um, you can do my arse and I'll wear a hat I guess." "That won't be necessary; I don't do the casting couch." I looked at her face, which was going white. I saw the beautiful black girl that had been with her start to approach us when Melissa's head leaned forward, emptying the contents of her stomach over my top. The other girl ran over, as did a few others, and helped her up. "I'm so sorry, she's not taking her marriage break up well." The black girl said "That's okay. I think you should take her home." "I think that's best. Come one Mel, you're staying at mine tonight." One of the men helped her carry Melissa away and back into the house. I took my jacket and placed it onto the bench. Reaching up, I undid a few of the buttons. I caught sight of Brie as she walked through the crowd that had started to disperse. "Oh dear; what happened here?" she asked. "Some girl from Supergirl was sick on me." "Oh I saw her earlier, very drunk indeed. Good aim though; she appears to have covered your shirt." I looked down and saw my shirt was soaking wet. "I hope this isn't going to sound too forward but I live a few doors down. Do you want to come and take a shower? I'll even throw in a change of clothes" "That would be very kind. " I grabbed my jacket and followed her around to the front of the house. I took a moment to check out her arse as it swayed with her walk, it was small but, considering her height, it stuck out and drew your attention. "So a couple of people here have seen your film and they said some very nice things about it." "Really? Well that's good to hear." "I've even got a screener coming my way. You'll have to give me your number so I can give you my feedback." "I will." I said as we reached her door. We entered the house and, politely, I took my shoes off. Walking up the stairs, I looked around at the house. It was quite plain with plenty of art work on the walls. As Brie was higher up than me, I took the opportunity to look at her legs. They weren't the longest but seemed quite muscly. She then walked into a bed room. "This is my bedroom, use the en-suite in there." She said pointing to the side door. "I'll get you a new shirt and trousers and then put the coffee on." "Thank you Brie." I smiled at her as a thank you for what she was doing. She left the room and I stripped off my clothes, putting them in a pile so they would be easier to collect later. The bathroom wasn't as big as the one I visited with Felicity but it was enough. I entered the shower for the third time today and washed myself clean. None of the vomit had gone on me but the smell lingered. I rubbed the suds into me as I heard the door to the bedroom open and close. "I'll leave it on the bed for you" Brie shouted from the room. The door open and closed again and I finished washing off. I took a moment to just stand there, allowing the hot water to flow over me. I found it quite relaxing after the day I had and I took a moment to reflect. Melissa seemed very desperate but I was hoping that was just the alcohol speaking and that she was a sweet girl really. Amy must have seen something in her. After I dried off, I hung the towel on the hook and walked out into the bedroom. My clothes had been removed from the room and there was a pair of jeans and t-shirt neatly folded up on a chair. Next to them however was the red dress, a bra and matching panties. My eyes drifted to the bed and the sight of Brie Larson waited for me; naked and on all fours. "Took you long enough!" she said as her fingers massaged her pussy. I was speechless as I looked over her body. Her legs were spread wide and I could see her fingers massaging her clit, her folds hiding the tips; occasionally she would slide two fingers into her pussy. I could feel my cock start to get hard as I admired what she was doing. "So you only watching or are you going to grab that lube and come fuck me?" I followed her eye line to a table behind me where the lube was sitting. I grabbed the bottle and chucked it onto the bed. "I guess I'll join you." I climbed onto the bed and shuffled over to her, giving her ass a stroke and grab. She went to move her hand away from her pussy but I quickly grabbed it to keep it in place. I run my finger along her hand and continued along her slit and around to her arse. I rubbed my finger on her hole before bringing my lips down and placing some kisses on her arse. She let out a little moan and I could tell she was very wet from the feeling on my finger. I parted her cheeks and brought my mouth down, placing some kisses onto her arse cheeks. I gently ran it around the inside of her cheeks before attacking her arsehole with it. Brie continued to moan as my tongue invaded her, I could feel her fingers massing her clit faster. I grabbed the lube and poured it over her arse, using my hand to rub it in and around her arsehole. My fingers were wet with the lube so I slide one finger in and out of her arse slowly. She seemed to be taking that well so added a second and then a third. "Get to it, I'm bringing my orgasm close and I want to feel you in there!" she said in between moans. I continued to move the fingers of my right hand in and out as I started to rub the lube onto my cock. Withdrawing my fingers from her, I slowly slid the head of my cock into Brie's arsehole. I started to move my cock in and out of her slowly, ensuring not to go too rough to hurt her. As my cock went it, I could occasionally feel Brie bring her fingers down to rub my balls as they clattered against her pussy. "Oh, that's nice. I'm keeping myself close so I can cum the same time as you." She shot me a glance over her shoulder as she said that so I increased the pace slightly. Her arsehole was very tight and I could feel the pressure on my cock; though it was quite obvious she was not an anal virgin. "Oh yeah, give it to me!" she moaned. Pouring more lube down, I heard a slight squelch as I pulled my cock out and pushed it back in. I knew I wanted to cum soon so I pushed in harder, having almost my entire length in her. I grabbed her arse hard as my I felt my balls start to tighten. "I'm gonna cum in a minute." I said out loud. "Good, I've been desperately waiting to cum." She replied as he dropped her front down onto the bed. I thrust in and out of her harder as I started to cum and fill her arse. Her moans started to get louder as she brought herself to orgasm, her body shaking with my cock still in her. She collapsed fully onto the bed as I pulled my cock out, satisfied with what we'd done. She rolled over onto her back and looked at with me with a smile. This was the first chance I'd had to see her body and it looked fantastic. Her small pink nipples were pointing directly at me. "That was a nice short session," she said. "Fancy staying the night and picking it up in the morning?" I laughed and collapsed next to her. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was approaching midnight. Going back to mine could take quite a while, including the wait, so it didn't feel too bad of an idea. "Yeah, I think I will stay. " Brie leaned over and cuddled up to my arms, allowing her breasts rest on my side as she hooked her leg around mine and cuddled in. "Good, because I could do with a good fuck tomorrow." She giggled to herself as we fell into a deep restful sleep.
Frank Memories Ch. 02	66,556	4.56	194,043	[ "frank amanda", "frank gave", "knew amanda", "tough time", "cock denise", "bed watch", "frank replied", "uncle frank", "frank knew", "finally feel" ]	This story is pure fiction, it is not intended to offend anyone but if you are offended by explicit erotic material, especially containing accounts of incest please ht back on you browser now. "Oh God Amanda, that feels so good. Keep it up and I'm going to cum in your mouth." Frank said lustfully. Ever since their first encounter they'd become regular lovers. They got together every time they had a chance, often more than once a day. "Well after you cum there's something I want to discuss with you so hurry up." Amanda said and quickly returned to her greedy sucking. Frank knew that could only mean one thing; trouble. Every time she wants to talk he ends up doing something he didn't intend o do. In a matter of a few moments Frank was Cumming in her mouth and she was greedily swallowing it all. She gave him the chance to calm down and catch his breathe then she was ready to talk. "I can't get the picture of you and Mom messing around out of my head Uncle Frank" Amanda said then adding, "I want to see it; I want to see her playing with your cock." Frank was speechless at first, he hadn't fooled around with his sister in about twenty years, how was Amanda going to see it happen. "I've got it all planned out." Amanda said. "I know exactly how we'll make it happen." Now Frank knew he was in trouble. She's such a strong willed girl never takes no for an answer. He already knew she'd dog him till he at least gave her plan a try. He thought maybe if he just played along she would see it was ridiculous. "Ok girl, let's hear this plan of yours?" he asked; never dreaming that she might actually be onto something good. "Ok here's the plan, Mom loved watching you beat off, and so we are going to set it up so that you catches you doing it. Hopefully her memories of the games you two played will come flooding back and she won't be able to resist." She said spelling out her plan. "Now how's that going to happen?" Frank asked, knowing his sister would never do anything with someone else in the house even if she were interested in doing so. "Oh that's easy." Replied Amanda patiently. "Dad's never home anyhow, and I'll just park my car around the corner and she won't know I'm home. I'll hide in your bathroom and leave the door open just far enough to be able to peek out. You'll be on your bed beating off and will call her into your room. From there we just have to hope she takes the bait. If she doesn't you just blame it on your mental state due to he divorce. She could only get so mad at you, you're her baby brother." Frank had to admit it, the plan was pretty good. If it didn't work out they could just use his divorce as an excuse. Anybody going through such a tough time emotionally could make a big mistake and it would be forgiven. Her plan just might work. At least he thought it had a chance. They discussed it in a little further detail and set their sights on pulling it off on Friday night. Dad would still be out of town and it was very believable that Amanda would be going out on that night anyhow. In a way of celebrating the cleverness of their scheme they got a quick fuck in before anyone else came home. When Friday evening came everything fell into place. Amanda parked her car around the block and when it was nearly time for her Mom to get home she went ahead and hid in Frank's room. They decided that it'd probably work best if Frank wasn't waiting for Denise to come home already naked. He should greet her first and then based upon her mood figure out a way to entice her to his room. Denise came home right at her usual time and Frank gave her his normal quick hug to greet her. He did hold on just a moment longer than he normally did but wasn't sure if she even noticed. He had no way of knowing that she had needed a hug just then. She was it was really starting to bother her that her husband was on the road so much. She was very glad for Frank's presence in the house if for no other reason than just some company. After a few minutes of small talk Denise said she was going to go up to her room and change. Before she could leave the room though; Frank gave her another hug. "What's this for?" she asked him, but not minding a hug one bit. "I'm just thankful that you have let me move in here Sis. I really had nowhere else to go." Frank replied, and as he did he let one hand slide down and partially cover her ass. Just let it seemed natural not sexual. "I'm glad you're here Frank, I really am." She replied to him. Adding" I wish you weren't going through such tough times but I get to have your company so I'm just glad you're here." He held her for just a moment longer and said to her "When you're done changing your clothes come to my room, I want to show you something." "Ok Frank, I'll be there in a minute, but what do you want to show me?" she asked. "Just want to show you something, it's something you use to like. Back when we were younger. You'll remember it when you see it I think." Said Frank and he let her go. She told him she'd be right there and off each went to their respective rooms. As Denise changed let Amanda know she had to hurry up and get hidden and he disrobed. Amanda hid in the bathroom as planned and Frank crawled onto his bed and started to play with himself. The whole situation was exciting to him so he was hard in a flash. He was just beginning to pump his cock to a rhythm when he heard a tapping on his door. Frank took a deep breath and yelled "Come on in Denise." Praying she wouldn't totally freak out. Denise was greeted by a sight she had played back in her mind so many times over the years. A memory she'd tried to suppress but every so often it would resurface. Seeing Frank sprawled out nude on his bed with his hand stroking his cock caught her off guard. She froze in her tracks and couldn't move or speak. At this point Amanda could see Frank plainly but she couldn't quite see her mom yet. As she watched him continue to stroke she could tell he was looking right at her mother. This turned her on so much she stuck her hand down inside of her panties which by this point and time was all that she was wearing. After what seemed like an eternity to her Denise was finally able to speak. "What are you doing Frank? Why are you showing me that?" was all he could get out. As Frank replied he continued to stroke his cock. "I think often about you Denise. I loved when you used to watch me jack off and I miss that. I'm lonely Denise and I'm horny. Could you do this for me just this one time? Could you just sit here on my bed and watch me beat my cock for old time's sake?' then he quickly added, "Nobody will know and you can't deny the fact that you used to love watching me do it." "That was a long time ago Frank, I admit that yes I did enjoy our little game but I'm married now. I have a daughter. I can't do that again. It just wouldn't be right" were Denise's words but she never took her eyes of his cock while they spoke. Frank responded to her by saying "Please do this for me, just sit here on the edge of my bed like you used to and watch me. Nobody needs to know about it but us." Then he thought to add "With Mike on the road so much any more you have to be lonely too. There's no harm in just watching me is there?" Denise wanted to say no and just storm out of the room but something deep inside of her. Some force she couldn't say no too made her come further into the room until she was now standing right beside his bed. This made Amanda quite happy in that she could now finally see her Mom. Frank patted the bed next to himself signaling her to sit beside him. She was trembling as she obediently complied. "Is Mike's this big?" Frank asked her. And she simply shook her head. "Have you thought about mine at all over the years?" he then asked her. "Yes" She admitted, adding "Many times; I've tried not to but the memories would just come back. You are right; I used to love watching you play with it." She couldn't believe that those words were spilling out of her mouth but there was something about seeing his big fat cock again that had stirred up something inside of her. As much as she wanted to be the conservative obedient housewife she tried to be the part of her deep inside that wanted to be sluttish was taking control. Amanda was having a tough time staying quiet. Her fingers were very busy rubbing her pussy and she had to struggle not to make any vocal noises. She was just wowed by hearing her mom, the very mom she thought to be a prude, admit to such things. Frank stopped stroking his cock for a few moments. He was getting too close to exploding and wanted this to last. He knew Amanda wanted it to last as well. He decided that it'd gone this far so he might as well see how far he could push it. "Why don't you take off your clothes and show me that hot body of yours?" he said to Denise. "Seeing you has never failed to get me off." He added. As if in a trance she pulled her tee shirt off and quickly undid her bra exposing her still firm tits to him. "Just this one last time can't hurt I guess" she said. She didn't mention how much it used to turn her on to let Frank see her naked. "Denise you are still as pretty as ever. " Frank told her as he began to stroke his cock again. He was rather surprised by the way she went along with everything so far and he wasn't about to quit. "I want to see all of you though. Please take off the rest." She rose up off the bed just long enough to push down her pants and her panties. When she sat back down on the bed her leg was right up against his leg. "I've got to tell you Frank; this is the most exciting thing that's happened to me in a very long time. I can't believe myself but I am really thankful that you decided to bless me with this surprise." She said without thinking. She was as surprised as he was to hear the words. They just rolled right off of her tongue as if she were no longer in control of herself. By this time Amanda had quietly removed her panties and she was rubbing herself furiously. She had to fight with herself to keep from storming into the room and fucking Uncle Frank right there in front of her Mother. "I bet you'd just love to stroke again wouldn't you Denise?" Frank said, knowing damned well she wanted to. "Go ahead, I want you too." And with that he offered his sister his hard cock. Denise was a bit hesitant but as if it had a mind of its own her hand touched his knee. She slowly began to slide it up his leg until it was about an inch from his cock. "Should we really be doing this Frank, it's not too late for us to stop." She said but she knew he wasn't going to say stop. Before Frank could respond; her hand cupped his balls. He took his hand off of his shaft and let her take over. She felt his balls for a few moments then put her hand around his shaft. As she began to stroke it her mind raced and she couldn't control what she said. "Oh God I forgot how good your big cock feels. I have missed it so much Frank." She said lustfully. With that she lowered her head and kissed the tip of his cock. She then opened her mouth and swallowed it savoring the forgotten taste. Frank moaned as she gave him head and Amanda was losing control of herself. Seeing her mom giving head was driving her wild. Frank had by this time forgotten that Amanda was even there. He had his head back and eyes closed just enjoying the blowjob he was receiving. Denise of course was oblivious to her presence as well; that is until she felt a slap on her ass and her daughter's voice saying "Oh God you look good with Uncle Frank's big cock in your mouth you slut!" Denise screamed "Oh my God! I thought you were out for the night!" and she tried to get up and run out of the room. Amanda stepped in front of her and blocked her way. She tried sidestepping her but again Amanda stood in her way. "Where do you think you are going Mom? Amanda asked her then adding, "You aren't done sucking that big cock yet." Denise came only then realized that Amanda was naked and that she must have seen everything that's been going on. "Let me out of here Amanda this isn't funny." She said. Amanda was not about to lose control of the situation. "No you need to get back on that cock. He hasn't cum yet and you need to finish him and if you don't I'll just have to go grab my cell and give daddy a call." Denise knew then and there that Amanda had her by the proverbial balls. There was nothing she could do but do as told. She crawled back up onto the bed and started to suck on Frank's cock once again. He had lot his erection after Denise had panicked but it quickly swelled back to its full glory with Denise's help. Amanda kept slapping her Mom's ass as she watch her suck and was calling her dirty names and telling her what to do. "Yeah Mom suck that cock. Lick his balls and get him ready to cum. Be the slut know you are." After several minutes of this Amanda decided it was time to heat things up even more. "You want to fuck this slut Uncle Frank? Do you want to finally feel what its like to slide that big hard cock of yours into her tight pussy? She asked excitedly. When Frank said yes she mad her Mother lay down on her back and spread her legs. Amanda pointed out that they were going to need to shave her pussy later and get Mom up to date but Frank really didn't care he just wanted to fuck. He climbed on top of her and slid his cock into her wet snatch. Despite the way she'd acted about being caught; Denise was wet and ready. She as finally getting to feel that cock inside of her after all these years and she loved every minute of it. Amanda had position herself so that she was kneeling at her Mother's head she got a nice view of Uncle Frank's cock sliding in and out from there. She started to really feel left out though and without warning she got up on her knees and moved forward enough so that her pussy was right above her mothers face. She didn't ask her Mom if she wanted it; she just lowered her pussy right to Denise's mouth. Denise had never before eaten another pussy but she tasted it anyhow. She found to her delight that she liked it. Amanda was squatting over her face commanding her to lick and she gladly obliged her. She licked her daughter's pussy like a pro as her own brother fucked her hard and deep. Denise was the first to climax. She had a hard time concentrating on the pussy being shoved into her face while she orgasmed but id her best. Frank and Amanda soon followed suit. They both erupted at about the same time. Amanda filling her Mother's face with her love juices and Frank filling her pussy with his wonderful cum. They all collapsed into a heap on the bed arms and legs entwined. They stayed that way for a long time. Nobody saying a word until finally Denise wanted to know if they'd had this whole evening planned out in advance. Frank just laughed and said, "Talk to the boss about that one."
Bee and David Ch. 02	23,971	4.63	621,520	[ "interracial romance", "romance", "drama", "white man", "black woman" ]	\I want to thank everyone for their kind feedback and comments. I made the first chapter relatively short because I wasn't quite sure which direction I was going with this story. Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy chapter 2-CoCo\** \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* "I need direct deposit," she muttered leaving work. Rushing, she didn't notice the tall figure coming her way until they almost collided. "Sorry," his accent flushed her cheeks,"Bianca, is it?" he gazed down at her. She looked up into concrete eyes that steadied her. "Hello!" she greeted, smiling warmly. Dressed every bit of a hot shot attorney, he wore a navy pinstripe suit with a crisp white button-up and navy tie, his salt and pepper hair ruffled in the breeze while his black Gucci loafers shined. There was something about his eyes that made her feel content. He stared down at her out of uniform. Dark skinny jeans clung to her waist, while a "Bob Marley" graphic tee gave him a better view of her bountiful bust. She shifted in her rainbow colored sneakers. "Back so soon?" she joked. She hadn't seen him in over a month. He had his reasons but just looking into that gorgeous face made his cock twitch. "Been busy around the office," he smiled, "Not working today?" "No." "Awww, that's a shame," he tsked, "I was looking forward to being serviced by you." She gasped lightly at his sexually saturated joke. Thinking he had made her uncomfortable, he opened his mouth to apologize. "Not today," she laughed innocently. Before he could stop himself he invited her to lunch. She accepted on the terms that she could pick the place. They walked down the street towards a quaint cafe. A soft autumn breeze blew, pushing them closer together. They entered the establishment and were instantly seated. "I don't even know your name, sir" she inquired as the waiter left. "Its David, and please no more "sirs", I beg of you" he said, his delicious British accent making her melt. "Sorry," she muttered, "How old are you, David? " He ran a hand through his hair. "Thirty-two." She nodded, her teeth grazed her bottom lip. "Such a mature age" she cooed. He laughed, "If that's a kind way of saying, "you're old", then thank you love." She joined him in a chuckle. "You've got a young spirit, if that helps" she teased. "How can you tell?" he inquired. She crinkled her nose and squinted her eyes. "Its in your eyes. You've got youthful eyes, sir. Um, I mean David" she giggled. His smile deepened, exposing light dimples and a faint blush appeared across his face. "Thank you" he replied staring into her almond shaped eyes. Not one to be intimidated, she stared deeper. Relaxing her shoulders and cocking her head to one side, she gave off an innocent school girl look. He readjusted his posture, trying to get the immense boner under control. She dropped her megawatt smile just as the waiter approached, turning him red. "Can I help you?" a thin, middle-aged black man asked. Bianca shifted her gaze back to the menu. "I'll have the vegan platter with extra mushrooms" she ordered. "And for you, sir?" flustered, he tugged at his tie and scanned the menu. "Um, the special please." "Chicken pot pie, it is." He collected the menus and left to place their order. She leaned forward, puckering her lips and looking in his firey grey eyes. "Uncomfortable?" she questioned. He bit his lip, but smiled. Breathing an air of clarity, he spoke softly and with conviction. "Not at all. Why, its quite the contrary, I find myself more at ease in your presence." He reached across the table and grasped her silky dark hands. An electrical current fused between them and the second they touched, it intensified sending a spark down both their spines. "Wow!" She let out a huge breathe of air. His hands were rather large and warm. The warmth intensified when he squeezed hers in his. "You feel it too?" he asked in a whisper. She nodded, solemnly and grasped his hands tighter. Her eyes glazed over and she inhaled a smokey mint aroma. David leaned forward and raised their meshed hands to his face. A light coconut smell overtook his nostrils. He stuck out his lips and kissed her hands. Letting his stubble graze the back of her hand, he looked into lovely dark half hooded eyes. Someone roughly cleared their throat. They looked up into the stern eyes of their waiter. David raised a brow in confusion. He placed Bianca's platter in front of her with a warm smile and David's in front of him with thin lips. "Anything else?" "No, sir. Thank you" she flashed that smile again. The waiter smiled, a little too wide for David's liking and left. She reached for her fork and hovered above her plate, a wonderfully deep voice stopped her half way. "How do you do that?" She looked up into majestically fierce eyes. Furrowing her brow, she lowered the fork. "Do what?" He rolled his eyes. "How do you make men completely lose their cool around you?" he reiterated the question. Her eyes widened as she assessed the seriousness in his voice. "I don't. I'm completely oblivious to it.The guys I chase usually hold my full attention" she said. He grinned, "You chase?" She smiled, lightly. "I'm used to going after what I want. But lately, I've been the prey" she shrugged her shoulders then proceeded to rub her finger in a circular motion around the top of her glass of water. He stared at her through hooded eyes, his eyebrow raised in intrigue and his lips a thin line. \I'd never prey on you, baby\ he found himself thinking. She raised her fork once again and scooped up a piece of asparagus. Looking into his eyes she dipped the tip in her mouth, sucked then bit with a single snap before chewing. Her dark brown eyes lightened and that whimsical look appeared on her face again. "Not hungry?" she challenged. He leaned over and grabbed her hand, positioning the rest of the asparagus at the tip of his lips he bit down and engulfed the remainder between his lips. \Not for food \ another thought ran through his mind. She didn't notice her breathing stopped until a little wafer of air escaped her. "Very" he answered in a whisper staring her down. He leaned back and fixed his tie before digging in. Looking up between bites, he saw her smile and resumed her meal. She really digged into her plate, nibbling on broccoli and offering him bits of it. "I'm really more of a meat and potatoes man" he earnestly replied, shoving a fork full of chicken into his mouth. "You're right about one thing. You are a man" she looked him over once more. Broad shoulders, rippling biceps, chiseled features. "And a big one at that. You must eat some types of veggies. I mean being a growing man and all" she smirked. David looked up and chuckled, "First, I'm old and now I'm fat? You really know how to break a man's heart" he feigned sadness. Bianca laughed. "I'm sorry. I tend to be a bit abrasive, especially to strangers." "Strangers? Here we are enjoying a nice lunch, with an occasional quirk from you and my sensitive soul being bared" he sized her up. Thick curly hair flowing past her delicate shoulders, soft, steady breathing made her firm double D's gently rise then fall. The angelic look she held as he spoke was what really got him hot. Her full cheeks rising into that smile he loved, and button nose crinkling as she concentrated on what he said. Why couldn't he have met her when he was a lad? These feelings for someone he just met weren't natural. "Sensitive, are we?" she teased. He took a final bite of his pie. "Very," he grinned, wiping his mouth. Her eyes traveled to his. A callous look passed through her. She cocked her head to one side, "How old do I look, David?" Noticing a quick change in her attitude, he leaned in closer. "19?" he guessed. She shook her head and leaned forward. "Twenty-two" she said with a glorified smile. He nodded, "Such a mature age." She erupted in laughter. It started as a low chuckle then escalated into a high pitched giggle. He loved it and soon felt himself joining her. She looked down at his hand and for the first time noticed a wedding band. "You're married?" she cocked an eyebrow and stared deeper. His face dropped, lips thinned and eyes dulled. "Yes, I am," he sadly answered. "Separated actually, but legally still married." They stared at each other for a few moments before Bianca spoke. "Why do you still wear a wedding band?" she muttered. "Mostly to ward away unwanted attention," he played with the gold band on his finger, his eyes never left hers. "A reminder, as well, so that next time I won't give my heart away so quickly." "I'm sorry" she apologized. He stilled, "Its fine." "Do you still love her?" His jaw clenched. "No," he hoarsely replied. "Once upon a time I thought I did but now, I know I never really even knew what love was" he confessed. "Do any of us really?" she joked. He gave her a tight smile. "I've never really talked to anyone about us and our marital hardships. I'm sorry for unloading on you." "I'm a good listener," she replied. "And besides, I love your accent. I could listen to you all day." He laughed, a hearty youthful one. "I mean if I had your number, then you could listen to it all day" he proposed, eyes still twinkling. She crinkled her nose as they exchanged numbers. A triumphant smile lay etched on his lips. "I'll be right back" she said leaving the table. His phone rang. "Crete" he answered. "Dave," Trevor's voice rang out. "Man, where are you? You're gonna miss the meeting with Sonic Tech." David quickly glanced at his watch. he'd been gone for almost 2 hours. "Damn," he grimaced standing up. "I'll be there in 10. Stall them." Grabbing his suit jacket, he tossed a bill on the table just as Bianca came back. "Something wrong?" He leaned over, their faces inches from each other. "Late for a meeting. I'm sorry, I've gotta rush." He reached for her hand and laid a soft kiss upon her knuckles. "Until next time, Bee" he growled with a smile. Not waiting for an answer, he gave her a wink and glided out the cafe. She watched him sprint across the street and hail a cab. A look of pure adorement crossed her face as she passed their waiter, collecting the bill. Pulling her cream hoodie on, she thanked him and strolled out. A second man walked up. "Another of our women, stolen by them" their waiter told his friend. "Why can't they just leave our gals alone?" he exasperated, shaking his head. They watched her leave the cafe and casually strut across the street. A look of disappointment and years of prejudice mirrored in their eyes. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Bianca lied in her bed staring at the darkness. She shifted her arm and moved onto her stomach. Raising her head, she looked over at the glowing alarm clock. 2 am on a Saturday. "Ohhh! Yes! Harder!" loud moans echoed from her roommate. "Ugh!" she groaned, pulling a pillow over her face. The loud thumping and screams of pleasure coming from across her apartment didn't help with her sleeplessness. She sat up and shrugged her shoulders, "At least someone is getting some." The incessive throbbing between her legs was getting worse. Even if she had a way to combat the horniness she was experiencing lately, she wouldn't know what to do. Sex had always been a foreign concept to her. Her thoughts soon traveled to David. His manly physique and orgiastic smokey eyes, ignited a fire in her belly. Finding herself getting moist just thinking about him, she picked up her phone and sent a quick text. He replied back within seconds. \Up so late, love?\ She smiled. \Insomnia.\ she replied. \Ahhh the "genius" disorder. LOL.\ \LMAO, I think that's the nicest way anyone's ever described my late night nuttiness.\ She rose and headed to the kitchen. \A fan of nuts, are we?\ She giggled. \You're a nut :)\ \Touchè, while you're up pondering the intensity of my nuttiness, you should make an executive decision on joining me for lunch Friday? \ She took her time responding back. \I'd love to. Is 3 okay? You can pick the place.\ A warming sensation surrounded his heart, his spirits soared at the prospect of seeing her again. \Wonderful, just meet me outside of your workplace exactly at 3. Its a surprise.\ \A surprise? I like surprises.\ \Do you now? What else do you like?\ \You. Goodnight.\ She turned her phone on vibrate then climbed back under the covers. Sleep came easy and soundlessly, as she dreamed of sparkling grey eyes, intertwined fingertips and a smoky mint that made her stomach flutter. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ His mind drifted all morning on Friday, he was eerily quiet and checked his phone periodically. After his last conference meeting, he packed his brief case and got ready to join his beauty for lunch. "Hey man, where's the fire?" Trevor joked running behind him. They stepped into the empty elevator and David jabbed at the lobby button. "I don't know what you mean" he chuckled. "Dude, you've been out of it all day. And now you're running off all of a sudden?" David stopped and looked over at his friend. He was used to telling him everything but still seemingly unsure of how things were going with Bianca, he withheld. He tipped his head and patted him on the shoulder just as the elevator opened. "I'll give you a call later, okay?" With that he raced out and down the lobby stairs. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Fluffing her hair out, she stood on the top steps outside of her work building. She adorned a light pink blouse, those light hip hugging jeans and black wedges. An all black Lincoln pulled up and out stepped David, cell phone glued to his ear. He appeared to be in a sour mood as he scowled at whoever was on the other line. He looked around, not even noticing her walk up. "Fine" he bit out through clenched teeth, hanging up. He faced the car and lowered his head until it rested on the roof. A huge breathe of air escaped his lungs. "Hey" a calm voice called out. He spun around in a frantic state. Weary ash eyes met loving chocolate ones. "You okay?" she asked with a concerned look. He visibly relaxed and straightened up. Fixing his tie, he cleared his throat. "Yes. Just tired. Long morning" he gave her a tight smile. She slowly nodded her head. Walking over, she stood next to him and leaned on the car. He watched her every move. "Really?" "Yeah, its just---" he put his face in his hands again to calm himself. Hesitant on how to comfort him, she placed a warm hand on his shoulder. "..Nuts?" she finished, a smile on her face. He couldn't help the smile that peeked out then covered his face. He howled with laughter. She gave him a playful push then joined in. After a few minutes, she felt her stomach grumble. Moving to stand in front of him, she reached out her hand. "I bet you're hungry." He gave her his hand. "Starving, love" he said standing. They stood inches from each other. He drank her in. Her gaze steadily impassive, while she twirled her hair. Looking through his gleaming steel eyes, she leaned forward. "I believe you owe me lunch, Mr--? " she pondered. "Crete," he divulged. "David Gabriel Crete." "Gabriel?" she snickered. "What's so funny about Gabriel?" he asked, a bemused expression crossed his face. "Nothing, it's just that I'm gonna start calling you Gabby." He threw his head back in laughter. "Don't you dare" he lightly warned. Still holding hands, she took a step back and looked up at him. "Take me to lunch and maybe I'll forget about it." Flashing his loveable dimples yet again, he stepped away from her and used a free hand to open the side door. She took a step forward only to be pulled back and swept off her feet. He slammed the door shut as he wrapped his arms around her waist and got a better whiff of her scent. Coconut and hibiscus flooded his nostrils; his heart beat faster as her aroma surrounded his senses. He continued to hold her to his chest as the pounding of her heart matched his on. He peered into wide eyes as he stroked her chin and let a smile slip. "Thanks" he said. She looked confused, "For what?" He inhaled deeply, "For centering me." He cocked his head to the side, his expression serious and a light frown appeared on his face. "I'm not the most normal person and I tend to get dealt a less than pleasant hand which tends to make those around me quite, uncomfortable." She stared on, "I've always hated normalcy" she declared, through a whisper. He felt a fire creep through his chest as she pulled herself closer to him. She could feel the heat from their bodies warm her soul. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as a cold breeze made her shiver. He sighed then dove down. Giving it a chance and taking her by surprise, he kissed her plump and soft lips. Rough at first, he smoothed out the bumps of their embrace by tilting her head up. She stilled but didn't pull away as his lips claimed hers in a gentle lashing. He tasted of vanilla and a spicy mint as she parted her lips. Her hands somehow found a way to his hips and she clutched them. Moving up his sides, she trailed a hand across his waist and loved the feel of his thick body. His mountain of muscle hugged her curves as his tongue slipped through her and snugly explored her mouth. The warm welcoming confounds of her proved to be more than he expected. A soft growl escaped him as he sucked on her tongue then bit her bottom lip with force and kissed it better when he heard her whimper. She was lost in his complex world. A world of electric feelings, the smell of coconut and breathlessness. He opened his eyes and found her staring, with a celestial gaze. Lust etched on her face. He pulled back, still holding her waist and grasping her chin, and leaned his forehead on hers as they both caught their breath. "Wow" she huffed out. His icey grey gaze froze her in place as his arm tightened around her waist. Nuzzling her hair, he whispered near her ear, "I really want to get to know you. " Feeling possessive, she snaked both arms around his waist and smiled, nearly making him blush. "Well," she began, "That was an amazing way to break the ice." His stare warmed as he felt his shoulders heave in laughter. Pulling away from their embraced, he noticed watchful eyes. It wouldn't be wise for talk of an impending romance to already have started for a him. "Get in" he commanded. She pulled back even further and crossed her arms across her chest. "Please?" she raised an eyebrow. "Please, get in love. So that I may feed you?" he begged through a pouty lower lip. She rolled her eyes and giggled, "You're lucky I'm a sucker for a pretty face", as she eased into the Lincoln and onto the exquisitely lavish leather. He shut the door and walked around to the other side, climbing in, he gave instructions to the driver. Turning his full attention to her, he spoke softly, "So you think I have a pretty face huh, Ms.-----?" She looked over and noticed a predatory gaze in his eye. He placed his forefinger on his bottom lip and gingerly ran it across; his eyes glazed over as he took in her intoxicating smell. She stared ahead, not acknowledging him. "Wilson and yes, although I'm sure you prefer "handsome", huh?" A million thoughts ran through her head at the moment. She couldn't hear herself think around him. The way those grey globes followed her every breath. Maybe if she ignored him more, she'd have enough time to gather her thoughts about the rushed feelings she harbored. Why wasn't she looking at him? Was she mad that he told her to get in rather than asked? His brow furrowed as these thoughts sped through his mind. He leaned over and turned her face to his. "I prefer you" he confessed, making her stomach knot. He saw her jaw clench. "How do you do that?" she asked, staring from his glacial eyes to his thin lips and back. "Do what?" he asked, grabbing her hand. She absent-mindedly turned her head and stared ahead as he intertwined their fingers, intrigued with her lovely dark flesh. "Make me speechless. Make my heart flutter without even trying. I just met you but--" she cut herself off. Thinning her lips, she cleared her throat. "But what, Bianca?" She looked over at him, her eyes a bright brown and intensity emitted from them. "Did you feel it when we met, for the first time? Did you feel your heart skip? Body heat?" she questioned, cocking her head to the side. "Yes." They sat, staring at each other. She relaxed and raised the hand he held. Her fingers grazed his neatly shaven chin and played with the imperfection in it which seemed to only enhance his Adonis like figure. Sighing and shruging her shoulders, she released all self doubt. "Let's go slow. I'm not used to commitments. I live on a whim" she confessed, a sparkle glittering in her eyes. Something in him broke. He wanted her to declare an unspoken love for him; he was a stranger just a week ago. But, add on his age and the fact that he was still technically married and he could understand her reluctance. "I might not be able to stop some of my rather rash behavior, doll. I tend to wear my emotions on my sleeves and I feel an attraction for you for some odd reason" he admitted. She didn't faultier. "I adore your honestly and I think you should do what you feel. I just have to let you know that I'm a tainted girl and my emotions are just that, tainted. I've never really done this before." They pulled up in front of a chic French restaurant. "I'll take that into consideration" he promised pulling away from her and exiting the car. She pushed her own car door open and prepared to step out but he rushed to her side. Seeing her brows furrow, he explained. "A proper gentleman always holds open a lady's door." He held out a hand to help her step out. She looked him over with tight lips. "I'm a feminist, Gabby. This whole chivalry concept is lost on me." He pulled her tightly to him before shutting her door. "We'll see about that" he smirked, leading her to the front door. David grabbed her hand and gave her a little tug as they found some seats near the window. They talked about recent events while the waiter fetched them water. Bianca warmed up to him instantly and was surprised to find out he had only lived in Chicago for 6 months. "Its really an enchanting city" she proclaimed. He leaned forward, glossy eyed and smooth. A sultry, "I've noticed", slipped from an endearing voice and rose her body temperature. The waiter returned, ending his endless flirting for the moment. After placing their orders, Bianca stared out the window as the waiter refilled their drinks. Clearing her mind, she turned back to David and almost jumped when she noticed him staring at her. His smoky grey eyes scanned her with concentration while his forefinger grazed his bottom lip. She smiled and circled her water glass with the tip of her finger. "What are you thinking about?" she asked squinting at him. His eyes moved to her lips and then back to her face. "You." She lowered her hand. "And what about me?" He leaned forward and inhaled, once again her scent made his head swim. "I want to know everything about you" his look softened. She really stirred something up within him, he couldn't figure it out. How was he suppose to read her? She smiled and dipped into her Vegetarian quichè. They ate in silence as the soft sound of music filled the air. "Lets play a game." David looked up to Bianca sipping her drink. "I'm sorry. Did you say something?" he asked. "You said you want to get to know me. So, lets play a game" she reiterated. He gulped and loosened his cuff links then rolled up his sleeve. A beautiful tattoo popped out as it intricately flowed down past his wrist. Dark red symbols and light green strokes zigzaged. They erupted right before his wrist in an array of flashing flesh tones. "I'm not a fan of games" he honestly sighed, sliding his empty plate to the side. "21 questions, and it'll be fun, Gabriel." She noticed him cracking his knuckles and wondered how she hadn't noticed his gigantic hands before. From when he shook her hand, to their fingers nestled in each others just earlier that day. His mere appearance clouded her good sense. He nodded. "What's your favorite color?" "Green," he spoke calmly, "Yours?" "Sky blue." "At what age did you have your first kiss?" Her eyes widened quickly. "Twenty-one" she squeaked out. He stared at her while the odd admission hung in the air. "16" he answered, ghostly. "Favorite sports team?" "Baltimore Ravens." "L.A Lakers" she cooed. "Describe yourself in one word." "That's not a question" she pouted. "Oh, I'm sorry. Can you please describe yourself with one word?" he corrected. "Stubborn." He smirked. The games were just beginning. "Your turn" she reminded. "Protective." She nodded. ""Biggest fear?" he said "Ewww snakes" she grimaced, a shiver running down her spine. "Really? Not a fan of reptiles. Shame, I've gotta 20 foot boa at my place." She gasped. "I guess that's one place I'm never going." They laughed at the differing humor. Their waiter returned and they ordered dessert. She gave him a nod, "Chocolate or vanilla?" An air of innocence wavered through the air. "Chocolate. Dark chocolate" he replied, sticking a piece of lava cake in his mouth. She giggled. Their intense flirting was really heating up. "Vanilla, with a drizzle of chocolate on top." "Foul" he called. "Uh no. You can't call foul, sore loser" she teased. "I'll have you know I've never been a sore loser a day in my life, madamé" he expressed in his lovely accent. "And you're a liar?" she gasped at him. Holding up his hands, he feigned surrender, "Okay, I know when I've been bested. Game over." She laughed and gave a tiny bow. "Any plans for the weekend?" he asked. She thought for a second. Pay bills, check on her graduate school applications, finish her painting. "Nothing grand, just the usual." He nodded. "What made you so upset earlier?" His jaw clenched and she watched as a somber look clouded his face. "I was talking to my lawyer. He delivered some disappointing news on my divorce precedings" he explained. She listened with a serious look, "Lawyers have lawyers?" He nodded. "I couldn't take the case on myself, it was just too close to me. I just want to get it over with as quick as possible, but---." He placed his head in his massive hands again, an obvious signal of distress. "She won't let you go?" Bianca whispered. "She won't let the money go. I'm just a bonus I guess" he said, still groaning into his hands. \Money.\ she thought. It always boiled down to it. "When will people realize that their souls aren't for sale?" He raised his head, and a sharp silver gaze held her breathless. Her sudden but lovely words stirred his spirit. Feeling the intensity of his gaze burn a hole straight through her, she counteracted. "I'm not easily intimidated" she warned with a smile. That same smile he was helpless to resist. He nodded, grinning a wide toothed one. "I love the way your eyes glow when you laugh. You look so carefree" she told him. "And how do I usually look stuffy?" he joked. "No," she chuckled. "I mean this is only the second time we've hung out so I'm not entirely sure." "Hung out? Is that what we're doing, Bianca?..Hanging out?" She bit her lower lip and looked nonchalently at him. "Yes. I don't date. Especially, married men." "Spunky," he admired. "I like women who talk back." She squinted her eyes, "Do you?" He grinned. "You really don't know who I am do you?" "Am I supposed to?" she asked, honestly. He shook his head. "Nope, I'm a no one, sweetheart." "Tsk tsk, aren't you tired of playing the broken hearted romantic?" She reached for a piece of cake and he saw the slightest grace of her perky breast. "What um, college did you graduate from?" he asked trying to distract himself from his raging hormones. "Columbia, majored in english and minored in creative writing." "Columbia? That a really prestigious school. Very nice one as well. What's next?" She sighed. "Either grad school and find work in the field or write an award winning novel. Grad school sounds so much easier." "You're a smart girl. I know you'll do fine." "We just met, how can you tell?" His eyes glistened and he spoke with admiration. "You were so peppy and full of life when I first met you. Something good and true radiated off. You made me speechless." He leaned over and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. "Wow, thank you. I-I'm glad we were able to meet." "It was fate," he retorted. "The gods have plans for us, my dear," he cupped her chin and ran his thumb across it. "I told you, I wanted to get to know you." She sat mesmerized. His stormy eyes led her into a trance. "What do you want to know?" softly slipped from behind moist lips. "Everything," his eyes jumped, "Who is Bianca?" A darkness passed through her eyes. "Just another kid going through life so worried that I won't be accepted" she trudged out dropping her eyes. "Nothing could be farther from the truth" he affirmed. "I've never had someone take such an interest. I mean I have but it was for obvious reasons." He dropped his hand and receded back to his side. She squinted. "Is that why you approached me? Because you want to dig in my well?" His expression remained impassive. "Honestly?" "Honestly" she demanded. He stared, watching her softly breathe. "No, I saw your aura before I noticed your endowed assets. But I won't lie to you, you're a charming, gracefully optimistic, gorgeous young woman. There's no doubt about that." She pulled at her lower lip, radiant teeth tugging it voraciously. "Please don't do that," he said reaching over and saving her bruised flesh. "Why?" she defied. A dangerous look flashed through his eyes, "It does things to me." Her mouth went dry. She had no idea she had such an effect. "So you're a lawyer," she began, "tell me about work." "I'm moreso a consultant now. The legal system got old." "All smoke and mirrors?" He laughed and nodded as the waiter collected their plates. "We'll take the check now" she told him. He looked from David to Bianca. "Its already been paid, ma'am" he told her, timidly. She raised an eye to him. "So that's what you're playing at?" she razzed. He shrugged his shoulders and tried to hide a slow creeping smile. "I guess that's our signal to leave," she rose. "Thank you, it was a wonderful meal" she told the young waiter. He blushed the color of crimson and hurried away. David rose as well, shaking his headed. "What?" she asked. "You're a siren, my dear. Do you usually leave men so red?" "I have no idea what you mean" she refuted, smiling softly. Grabbing her hand he ushered her out the restaurant as they headed back to the Lincoln. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* "Tea, at my place?" she offered. "I could be a serial killer as far as you know. Ever heard of Jack the Ripper?" he joked. She crinkled her nose, "I thought he was English?" He laughed pulling her towards the waiting Lincoln. Once again they were seated in plush settings; Bianca melted in the car, as David kept an eye on her. She looked over at him and smiled as they sped down the road. Creamy, ivory hands and gentle ebony ones, intertwined again. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* He toyed with the trinket on her coffee table. "Fascinating" he commented before continuing his story. She chuckled then took a sip of her tea. He leaned back next to her, reveling in the close quarters. The soft, beige sofa squeaked with their every move. He looked around at her meager residence. Walking in, he passed a small yet durable kitchen, round dining room table a few feet away and then walked into their homey living room. Bianca sat next to him, her hair pulled up and in a more comfortable style. She changed out of the jeans he loved to see squeeze her figure and into cherry red basketball shorts and a purple "Lakers" tank top. He got comfortable as well. Removing his jacket and tie, kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning a few buttons on his shirt. "Hahahha!" she laughed at him. He turned his full attention to her and gently rubbed her cheek. "I'm telling you it was as big as my leg" he said, finishing his story before placing her trinket down. She sat her mug on the table and shook her head at him. "You're a steaming pile of crazy." "Okay, I guess that's fair. But don't deny me or the fact that there's something about me that just makes you go weak." She gasped; the nerve of the cocky bastard. "You wouldn't know the first thing about what makes me weak" she challenged, leaning in. He cocked his head to one side. "Touchè." "Besides I'm not that interesting of a person." "Why do you say that?" She shrugged, "Its a long story." "I'm not going anywhere." "Ugh, you've gotta life, Gabby. My story would take days, if not weeks to explain. " "I'd wait forever for you." Her heart lurched forward then shivered at the touch of him as he ran a finger up her thigh. She leaned back and thought of her inner goddess. She was truely a sexy siren who reveled in teasing men and frequently walked around with the least bit of clothing on. Silence pierced the air. His heart beat at an alarming rate as he just looked her over at her. She was the epitome of pure. Virtuous and delicately innocent. There was no doubt in his mind that she was meant for him. "Where exactly are you from?" "Wales," he proudly told her. "From a city called Newport." She nodded and asked him to tell her more about his childhood. He fascinated her with tales of the infamous Crete children and their adventurous childhood. He was the oldest then there was his brother Zachary, who was only 2 years younger. And finally his baby sister, Florence, who was only 2 years older than Bianca. He watched as her expressions shifted. She seemed excitable when he described his first day of college. Then sad, when he admitted how he and Zach quarrelled after the death of their favorite uncle. They sat and talked for what seemed like days but only a few hours passed through. He was amazed at how much he was willing to disclose to her. But, the only thing that delighted him more than seeing her laugh uncontrollably at his mock voices was seeing her hang onto his every word. He was used to the plastic smiles from admirers and the phony tone they emitted. Nothing about her was fake. She was the closest thing to perfection he'd ever seen. Tired of listening to himself drone on, he asked her to tell him about her upbringings. She gave a small smile as the memories flooded her. "My mom died when I was little" she told him. He squeezed her hand. "I took it the hardest I guess, because out of my other 3 siblings I was sent to live with my grandparents until I went away to college. They're my guardian angels. My gramps is one of those old souls, he still wears a fedora, says "jive turkey" and listens to Vinyl records." "And my grandma is one of those overbearing, proud ladies. She used to be a black panther and loves to tell me stories of the crazy "missions" she used to go on. She was kinda rough around the edges as a teen," Bianca explained. "But she remembers how having my ma saved her from the horrors of that lifestyle" her face went dark. She laughed to mask the pain of missing her. "My gramps tells me I look like her." She pulled a neatly woven wallet from her pocket and retrieved a picture. The edges were crumpled but the picture itself was visible. A carmel skinned, middle aged woman stood next to the painting of an orchard. Her thick jet black curls flowed loosely around her shoulders. Bright, exuberant oak stained eyes danced i a glass prison. He noticed a dark beauty mark on the side of her chin. Looking up he searched for it on his love. Just as she took another sip of tea, he saw the small, "imperfection" and a part of him chuckled. She posed just as innocent as her offspring, shoulders straight, arms back and smiling, a wide, perfect, toothed one. He could see where she got her curvy figure from. The woman in the photo wore a red strapless dress that hugged her wide hips and flowed snugly down a flat midsection. It stopped just below her thighs and she looked drop dead gorgeous. She watched as a faint blush appeared then turned scarlet when his eyes met hers. "She's beautiful," he smiled, taking another peek at the photo. "You look just like her." She beamed with joy. Not knowing why his kind words moved her spirits more than she'd like to admit. "Its hard to believe there was another beautiful woman who shared the same enduring smile." Taking the picture from him, she sat crossed legged,"Thanks." Silence filled the air once again. They stared at each other for a bit. David took out a wallet of his own and looked over at her. She blew out a breath of air. "Wanna see a blast from the past?" he chuckled, handing her a photo. Her face softened at the image. A much younger David stood with an arm draped over who she assumed was his brother, Zach. And in the middle was a copper haired, grey eyed little girl. "Is this Florence?" she asked, pointing to the picture. His eyes followed. "Yes. When she was 7, in our backyard. That was a great summer." He ran a hand through his hair. "You even had grey hair as a kid?!" she asked, focusing in on the picture. He laughed, "Yes, its a genetic thing. My dad went fully grey before he was 21. Sort of a first born male thing" he shrugged his shoulder. "Can I touch it, my hands are clean?" She beamed. She looked so adorable at that moment to him. "Sure" he laughed again leaning forward. She eagerly did the same and stretched her hands. The instant her fingertips made contact with his hair she felt something stir. Moving past his willowy crown, the silver and black strands tickled her wrists as the pleasant aroma of strawberries invaded her senses. Grasping his chin she pulled his head up and their eyes met. "You've got such majestic eyes, David." Face to face with her, his eyes turned a molten grey. "Window to my soul, love." Her long lashes batted rapidly, as if sweeping a vivid image away. She shook her head and dropped her hand. "You know, you're interfering with my workout regimen. I'm usually in the gym around this time." He scoffed, "Please you're perfect, and a day away won't hurt." She laughed, "Far from it. I could be hanging upside down doing sit-ups right now and trimming my chunkiness away." His eyes widened, "Chunky?" "Don't act like you can't tell I've got curves" she teased. He chuckled then she saw a spark ignite. "I've gotta admit, I love your curves though," he told her through a whisper. With each admission he inched closer. "Your mountainous peaks are one to be envied, my dear. Why, I can see myself lounging in your valley, deep within you and dare I say enjoying your fruits." Her mouth hung, low and hungry. Using his forefinger he snapped it shut. "You really can catch more flies with honey, my sweet" he stated pulling her by the waist. Once again, his lips were upon hers. Embracing the warmeth of her mouth, his tongue lead a tango which she tried to keep up with. Sucking on her bottom lip, a sweetness made his taste buds explode. His lips parted and a slow seductive moan echoed through the apartment. She straddled his waist, holding his arms to the side and hovered above his broad chest. The heat from her body was becoming more than he could bear. He'd give anything to be inside. \I bet her grip is magnificant\ he found himself thinking. He felt her attempt to withdraw and thrusted his tongue further in. Slowly pulling away, she felt him planted little kisses on the corner of her mouth. "We really shouldn't" she warned, detaching herself from him. "You're right, I'm sorry, you're just so intoxicating, darling." "You foreign freak" she told him catching her breath. He howled with laughter, slapping his leg. She watched his expression transform from one of amusement to a serious, somber look. "Does my, still being married really bother you?? I mean I've been with other women these past four years, nothing serious. But like I said, we're separated legally. And free to pursue other people." She sighed and thought for a second. "I personally, don't really believe in marriage. I think the institute is really outdated and I can't see myself marrying however once you enter into it, I think its something that should be taken serious. More than half of all marriages end in divorce. That's a staggering statistic." "Yes, but what about love? Surely if two people marry because they're deeply in love but they grow farther apart as the years go on, they deserve the right to disband their union under those pretenses?" "Love is cursed by monogamy" she retorted. "Quite the philosopher aren't we?" She shook her head, "Just filled with life experiences." He stared into her copper eyes. How can't she see what she does to him? His phone rang. "One second" her told her. "Crete" he answered. His face frowned but he continued to stare at her. Once cinereal, bustling eyes quickly darkened. Bianca squinted. "Yeah, no I understand, Kiaran. We're gonna take care of it okay? No, I promise. I'm gonna handle this myself. Bye." He hung up then turned to face her. "They can't last more than a few hours without you, huh?" she joked. "Apparently" he chuckled putting his shoes back on. When he was fully dressed they stood and walked to the front door. "It was really nice hanging out with you. Maybe we can go for a drink or a movie this weekend if you're not busy" she offered. "Really? And here I thought you hated me." "Hate is such a strong word" she gave him a playful shove. He reached for her. Grasping her soft hand, he placed another kiss upon it. "It was a real pleasure seeing you again, he said. He pulled her closer to his body and rested a hand on her hips. They went on forever. A slow sigh emerged from her lips. Gripping her chin, he pulled his own lips closer until a soft kiss lied upon her cheek. "Until next time, Bee" he whispered through a luscious tone. Sensual and shady eyes taunted her chocoalate ones. Air left her lungs as she nodded like a zombie. He dazzled her with a nod and his boyish smile before leaving. She found her voice. "Goodbye, David" she muttered long after he left, as she placed their mugs in the sink. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \I hope you enjoyed Chapter 2. Again, sorry it took so long. Feel free to leave comments or feedback or suggestions. I flourish as a writer when others critique my work. I'm starting chapter 3 as we speak and it should be finished shortly. Thanks, guys & gals! \~Coco\**
(Don't Have to) Worship Me	38,275	4.5	1,598,260	[ "breast expansion", "femdom", "altersex woman", "size difference", "women getting buff", "poly relationship", "weight gain", "lesbian", "butt expansion", "animalistic transformation" ]	This is a continuation of (Don't Have to) Twist my Arm and (Don't Have to) Keep Me Growing. As such the themes of altersex women having sex and growing to absurd sizes remain. So, if absurd growth and size or women with penises are not your thing, I would go back. As a heads up, this has some demeaning language that is part of a d/s scene as Caroline and Sage work out how they are going to interact. \\\\\ This all started when Yuuki unintentionally created something that dramatically increased one's masculine features, the effect going so far as to transform her clit into a cock as she became considerably more muscular. While transformed, she had sex with Sage and and she wanted Caroline to do the same to her. Caroline was happy to oblige if it meant she could try out having a real dick. After getting Caroline off, Yuuki's body grew increasingly busty and muscular after being coated in cum. It seemed the effects of the transformation were transferrable. As they continued to fuck, Caroline dosed both of them with more serum and the pair's growth accelerated. Both women started to manifest tauren features even as their bodies passed into the realm of superhuman. Meanwhile. unbeknownst to Yuuki and Caroline, Sage was growing equally as much just from her brief exposure to Yuuki's cum the previous night. Now Yuuki is faced with hundreds of questions, chief among them: how does she fix all this?* It had been three hours now since she and Caroline had first dosed themselves and an hour since they had finally stopped fucking. Her dominant girlfriend had gone until she could no longer stay hard, which was apparently a very long time. Though she would never admit it out loud, Yuuki was ecstatic her serum had been this potent. Now all that was left was to figure out a way to prevent it from leaching into bodily fluids and spreading like some disease. A disease that made you big, strong, and a being of pure sexual power. Before she had sat down to work, Yuuki had undone some of the effects of the overdose. Most things had seen a significant move back to starting state, but it had hardly affected her now inhuman libido, which only grew more insistent as her mind worked. In fact, any it seemed like and prolonged high-level thinking verged on being orgasm inducing purely on its own. She wondered if the inverse happened, that if pleasure caused her to get smarter, but the whole situation was definitely a problem that needed solving for later. Just fitting into her workshop was enough of a win. Now only very muscular instead of hyper muscular, her frame had shrunk down to a mere seven feet from the fifteen she had been when Caroline stopped pumping her full. The fur caused by the overdose had faded away, but she still had an impressive pair of bull-like horns and her ears were still a little fuzzy around the edges. However, her tits had been so big that even after halving their size, they were still resting on her desk as she worked on revising the alchemical formula. The worst thing was her massive, distractingly throbbing cock, it was the only element of the transformation that had seemed to have been increased to some extent by her hasty reversal tincture. Just remembering the feeling of all that power sliding down into her shaft and making it swell to an even more impossible size was enough to make her moan. Thinking about her half-erect, forearm-sized member made it twitch and flood her mind with pleasure as it smacked into the polished wood of her workbench. Arousal rising, she started to slide back and forth on her high-top stool to make her half-erect shaft swing around, but the motion was hardly enough to satisfy her. As she traced her steps through her formula, her hands dipped below the table with increasing frequency as she began to pant. The closer she got to figuring out the answer to the serum's flaw her fingertips lingered longer and longer against her hot, soft skin as her mind flooded her body with pleasure. She could feel a steady drip of pre-cum starting to form a puddle around her feet. As she hit a particularly tough section of equation, both hands slid down into her lap and began to knead her growing erection in earnest. Just as she felt her mind expanding, a moan escaped her throat and big, strong arms wrapped around her. "Now, now, pet. You can't play with yourself until you finish your work." She half spun around to look at Caroline and then remembered to glance down. Her dominant had taken the dispelling potion after having seen its effect on Yuuki, figuring she would also stay fairly transformed. Instead, she had shrunk considerably, likely because more of her growth was directly tied to the serum. Caroline was still considerably more buff than before tonight, but hardly the personification of muscle she had been. Her fur had also faded away, all except for chestnut hair which still lingered on her toned abs and crotch in stark contrast to her skin tone. Like Yuuki, she continued to sport a pair of wide horns and her massive cock. The bestial member looked even larger now that she was only five-eleven instead of nearly fifteen feet tall. The end of her length swung back and forth in front of her knees even while draped over her grapefruit-sized balls. The flared equine shape had inexplicably morphed into something fatter and rounder, the head now shaped more like an egg than anything else. "I know, My Lady, it's just...I'm so horny and thinking only makes it worse..and maybe makes it better, too? The effects of this serum are just all over the place now and-ah!" A small spurt of cum poured out of her cock to splatter on the floor as her knees pulled together. Finally, the intense orgasm passed. "Hah...see?" "I'm sorry, pet, I had no idea. I'm not having anything like that." "Is your libido not still a raging inferno?" "Not like it was just a little while ago. I feel pretty much like I did before." "Fascinating. I wonder if it has to do..." She began to outline that it was likely that her libido had been unaffected by the reversal potion because her transformation had been fueled by Caroline's semen. Perhaps in being the receiving partner her body had been nominally reprogrammed for breeding-but she had hardly made it twenty words in before she started moaning again. Driven by how pleasurable thinking now was, her cock was hard once more and she lost herself in the sensations of it swinging with each twitch. Her dominant grabbed hold of it after one particularly forceful throb and a couple of inches shaft separated her thumb and fingers. That did not stop her from squeezing tightly as she began to stroke. The sudden pain cut through the fog and Yuuki felt her mind begin to clear. At least for the moment she could think in peace. "Okay, thanks, My Lady" she said slowly catching her breath. "Good to know that pain can break the loop." "So what's our plan now?" Caroline said as she released her grip. "Well, the effects of the serum went to almost nothing after a couple hours for me, but that was a far less exposure heavy session as well." "So we might be stuck luck this for a while?" She hefted her cock and fingered the broad ring in the middle of her length. "I can live with that." "I'm sure, but I can hardly...function like this. Like, I love being this sensitive and I could probably get used to being this well endowed..." "But?" "But getting turned on by thinking is going to ruin me. Even if feeling intense pleasure causes my intellect to increase, I'll never be able to present anything to a council!." "I can help with that, if you beg that is." Caroline let go of her rising erection and ran a finger up Yuuki's length towards her body. Yuuki shuddered. "You're too kind, My Lady." "In fact, I will only help you if you give me the rest of the serum," Caroline said with a wicked grin as she moved around Yuuki, her cock bobbing before her as her thighs made her balls bounce. "I really can't do that," Yuuki said, letting her head fall as the weight of disappointing Caroline washed over her. She crossed her arms under her tits, their massive curves overflowing the self-embrace. "That is not what I want to hear, my pet," Caroline said as the cupped her chin and lifted her face. She squeezed ever so gently. "Um, um, I am working on a new version, My Lady." Her dominant leaned against her from the side, gripping the base of Yuuki's cock under her bust. "And that'll take days, right?" she whispered. "Likely, especially with this drawback." "Then I am going to do you a favor. I'll keep you from going insane from your libido and you are going to pump me full of your cum." she began to stroke Yuuki's cock and the stiff length throbbed as veins began to raise. "Because as much as I want to dominate you while you're bigger than me...I also can't stand the idea of being smaller than you either." Caroline dragged her nails along her length once more as she walked and lifted the head of her cock like she would a bowl. Her girlfriend's tongue traced the edge, lapping up her pre and the remains of her earlier orgasm. The brief sensation was almost overwhelming. At the same time, it confirmed her suspicions. As pleasure flooded her mind, her intellect spiked. Suddenly the problem with the serum was a trivial solution. She could solve it in an instant. Then her mind went foggy as Caroline began to suck on the tight skin of her curved tip. The sensation was more than she could handle. Her girlfriend's lips were getting plump once more as she eagerly swallowed down as much pre as she could slurp up. Caroline's hands grew larger, her fingers sliding over Yuuki's skin as her grip spread. That her girlfriend was growing again registered as a problem and also a blessing. "More," Caroline said simply after letting go with a pop. "More, My Lady?" "I want more of you inside of me," she said caressing Yuuki's large balls. "Make it happen." Caroline went back to her exploratory sucking, her eyes closed as her tongue flicked over Yuuki's tip like it had her clit so many times before. It drove Yuuki just as wild and she felt her body twitch to pump out a huge glob of pre-cum. Her dominant moaned as she swallowed, then increased her pace. Yuuki lifted her hands hesitantly and her girlfriend's eyes shot open. The command in them was evident and she gripped the horns on either side of her head and began to pull. Her dominant's jaw relaxed as Yuuki began to thrust into her mouth, her teeth just barely scraping skin. Her hands slid over Yuuki's pelvis, slipping behind her huge balls to penetrate her center. With Caroline's fingers inside and her mouth around her cock, Yuuki could feel herself getting close again already. The first twitch of her second orgasm filled Caroline's mouth, as more cum than she could swallow burst forth. It ran down her chin, coating the dark skin of her muscular torso like melted white chocolate. Almost at once the sticky fluid faded away as it was hungrily absorbed by her body. Her veins were starting to rise once more, her body pumping back towards its former peak as her chest and stomach muscles visibly pulsed larger. There was a crack and suddenly Yuuki's thrusts were several inches longer than before. The next burst slammed into Caroline's throat. Her shoulders and back surged in size in response. Stronger now, she pushed Yuuki off her stool and the pair tumbled to the floor, landing mostly on Yuuki's expansive bust. More cum spattered over them as Yuuki's cock twitched again and again. Caroline dragged her fingers through the spunk coating her broad pectorals and licked her fingers clean. Yuuki struggled to get up, but before she could Caroline was positioned above her. "I'm going to milk you for all the growth I pumped into you, my little genius slut," she said sinking her hands into the peaks of Yuuki's tits and making her scream with pleasure. "And then you're going to make more serum so I can be even bigger. Got that?" "Yes, My Lady. I understand." "Good," she said as she settled around Yuuki. With each inch swallowed, her demeanor softened in a series of gasps. She did not even bother to stifle the moan that rose from her deep within her chest as she bottomed out on the thick cock stuffing her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, but her grip on Yuuki's tits never wavered. "Yuuki pet," she moaned as her hips rocked back and forth. "I need your cum in me. I want you to fill me, but I will take it if I have to." Yuuki could not remember Caroline ever being like this. "My Lady, I..." "Shhh, no talking, you just have to obey," she said as she turned her attention to her own cock. Giving it a kiss, she smacked it into Yuuki's vast cleavage. The feeling of hard, massive cock crashing into soft, even more massive boobs made both women gasp. Yuuki thrust up without being given permission. She paused, expecting a reprimand. When her girlfriend only cooed in response, Yuuki gripped the backs of Caroline's knees and began to repeat the motion until she was steadily pumping Caroline's twitching, plush pussy. Her girlfriend's cock continued to smack into her chest and the pre-cum was spattering all of the both of them. Bit by bit, the pair was swelling once more. "Yes! Good girl, keep pounding me," Caroline said as she shifted her grip to stroke Yuuki's large nipples. "Pump me full of your seed like you were trying to breed me! Show me how much you love me, my genius slut." Yuuki obliged with particularly strong thrust that penetrated deep. Her cervix spread open, Caroline's screaming commands sank back into gasping moans. Yes was the only distinctive word and she used it over and over as the pace accelerated. Collapsing into Yuuki's massive boobs, she held onto the mounds of squishy flesh like they were a lifesaver. The force of Yuuki's thrusts were steadily pushing her cock down into that pillowy valley and it was not long before her length was sliding back and forth under all that boob. Even as she plunged in and out of her girlfriend, Yuuki's mind was beginning to clear as her awareness adjusted to the new sensitivity of her body. Her perception seemed to sharpen as her intellect rose with each twenty-two inch cycle. She could feel the minute changes happening in each of them as the effect of serum-laced cum continued to spread. Despite feeling a little guilty that she was responsible for doing this to Caroline, the sensation of her girlfriend growing against and around her was so very good. "My Lady, can I-ah!-can I come?" "Yes, love, you may." As if on command, Caroline's entire body clenched. The sudden tightness pulled Yuuki over the edge and her body began to pump load after heavy load into her girlfriend. Her stomach inflated quickly, her uterus filling with semen tainted with serum. Yuuki felt her dominant's whole body getting warm as it began to throb against her, but her hips kept moving even as she continued to cum. "My Lady, I'm sorry, I can't stop-" "Don't stop!" Caroline commanded as sat back, her stomach already starting to flatten even Yuuki kept twitching inside her. "Pleasure me." Her arms pulsed and thickened. A dusting of chestnut hair sprouted from her forearms as her veins began to stand out through her dark skin.. "Worship me until I am satisfied." Her hips cracked as they stretched and widened. "And I shall make everything wonderful for you." Her quads and calves swelled as her muscles began to stand out. "Just...ah! ah!...Just remember we're supposed to be at Sage's in an hour, My Queen!" "I guess this is it then," Caroline grunted as her cock twitched within Yuuki's cleavage and let loose its own torrent. They had only fucked for a few minutes, but in that time Caroline had surged to nine feet tall and regained most of her muscle from before. If anything, she was even thicker and more powerful looking than she had been on the serum. There had to be some other x-factor in what contributing to the effects' potency. Yuuki had changed as well. As they lay there in the aftermath, her cum-soaked bust surged even larger, pinning her arms to the floor and rubbing against her significantly increased cock. Just as she was about to close her eyes for a moment, her phone began to ring. Extracting an arm from under her tit, she reached for the jingling device on her desk and finally answered it. "Yes? Oh! Hi, love, how are you-no we haven't left yet. Yes, we can stop at the-you want what? Wait, wait, slow down. I thought you went to the store already, why so much? You ate it all? Sage, just what have you been-Okay. We'll be there in a moment. Do not eat anything else until then. Yes, that is a command. Love you. Yes. I promise. Bye." "What was all that about, pet?" "Sage wants us to stop at the store and pick up a few things and we should probably go as soon as possible." "Did something happen?" Caroline asked as she heavily got to her feet. "Something like that...can you pass me what's left of the anti-serum?" Caroline passed over the cup with the remains of the reversal tincture. She downed the last gulp and made a face at how sour it was. However, in the span of a couple breaths her bust shrank down to a size that flirted with immobilizing and after a couple more was back to her size from before this latest round of sex. They still obscured most of her torso, but she could at least reach around them. "Okay...let's figure out some clothes..." Sage put the phone on the counter and let out a colossal moan as her body was gripped by yet another orgasm, there had been so many by this point that she had lost count. This one, however just from thinking about being fed by Yuuki. When had she become so food obsessed? It was hard to argue she was not all about eating as there was nothing left in the house foodwise that was not frozen and her hunger was starting to get painful. Not that she could move anyway. Her hips, easily three times wider than her shoulders, had gotten wedged in the pantry a moment ago when she lost her balance as her ass suddenly grew after she downed that entire tub of yogurt in a few seconds. She was so wonderfully soft though, her very chubby tummy squishing under her fingers as she rubbed it in an anticipation of more food. Her only regret for the day was that only a little bit of that weight had gone to her boobs. Her afternoon had been a roller coaster of sensations. After stuffing herself full of cold cuts and having so many orgasms that her body was vibrating, she actually felt satisfied. She managed to get the rest of the house work done and then some. In all this, she burned off some of the weight she had rapidly put on. She still had been super wide in the hips, but there was not nearly as much jiggle to her movements. It was when she sat down to read and rest for the evening that things started going awry once more. The taste of her salty cheese crackers and the twin sensations of her fat vulva and anus squishing as she shifted positions seemed to combine to ignite both her lust and hunger. Suddenly she was cramming her face with one hand while tweaking and rubbing her clit with the other. From there it had not taken long for her to stuff herself from both ends. Even now, a novelty dildo nearly as big around as a two liter bottle and as long as her arm was wedged between her cheeks as her body slowly worked the last few inches in and out of her butt. There was a sound of jingling, then the door lock sliding. "Sage, I'm home." Yuuki sounded different, there was a hint of steel in her voice that had not been there a few hours ago. A grumble like far off thunder. "Sage?" "In here, ma'am! I am sort of stuck." Sage tried once more to free herself and was not looking up as Yuuki entered the room although the surprised gasp made her look up. For a moment, she thought she was hallucinating from hunger. There was no way the super busty muscle goddess standing before her in a tent-like shirt that still only covered about half of the curve of her tits was real. Her very obvious bulge in yoga pants stretched to their limit was obviously as much a fantasy as the curved horns growing from either side of her head. Surely Yuuki had not grown so big, so fantastic, in such a short time. As the woman knelt and wrapped her in a hug however, her identity was unquestionable. There was a bit more of a salty and coppery tang to her scent, but the woman smelled like Yuuki. Sage's fingers dug into her partner's thick back muscles and inexplicably started to sob. "Love, what's wrong?" "Nothing's wrong. I'm just so...so happy for some reason. I've been out of sorts since you left earlier, but now everything feels right." She wiped the tears off her face and nuzzled the love of her life. "So I guess this means you took more serum?" "More or less...but what about you? What happened?" Just then an even more muscular and masculine woman entered, her thick arms laden with shopping bags. She was wearing a very large tank top and striped tights that did a poor job of not drawing attention to a cock that came down nearly to her knee. Her deep brown complexion seemed to glow with the sheen of sweat on her skin and everywhere Sage looked, she had muscles on top muscles and thick, pumping veins on top of that. The hints of brown-blond hair on her forearms and peeking out of her pants made Sage bite her very puffy bottom lip. Then her stomach gurgled and her attention was stolen by the crinkle of cheap plastic. "Is that the food I asked for?" she asked, her gaze fixed on the bevvy of parcels and bags. "That and more," the woman responded as she set what must have been more than one hundred pounds of food on several countertops with dull thuds. "You must be Sage, I'm Caroline." She offered her hand and Sage's mind actually ground to a halt. She was way too gay and way too into big, strong women to deal with this. This was who she was going to have a threesome with? The mere thought was enough to cause another orgasm. Her body pulled the dildo completely into her ass hole on reflex, which only set off a cascade of further shuddering orgasms as her pleasure continued to build on itself. A tidal wave of glit gushed down her legs as her body prepared to submit to this very apparent alpha. She had never been submissive like this before, but the pure, unadulterated feeling of being overpowered just by presence was oddly intoxicating. She only had to worry about pleasing Yuuki and this woman. That and eating until she could no longer move so that her plush body was as close to perfection as she could make it. "I am very pleased to make your acquaintance, ma'am," she said kissing the offered fingertips and then the back of her hand. The huge woman laughed. "She's better trained than you are, pet." "You flatter me, My Lady. Sage and I have been together for years, she is far more experienced than I can ever hope to be." "Not to speak out of turn, but would either of you happen to be strong enough to pull me free?" Caroline reached around her, pressing her musty, muscular chest into Sage's face. The powerful woman sank thick fingers into her huge ass and then stepped back, yanking her free. Stumbling as she rushed forward, she fell into the island of her kitchen. The force of the impact made the dildo emerge, the massive rubber toy sliding halfway out of her ass. Even that far out, it still was not visible between her cheeks. She paid it no mind. Food was only inches from her face. Moving closer, her plush thighs wrapped around the corners of the detached counter. She reached for one of the many boxes of doughnuts, but Yuuki picked them all up. Free of her food trance, she realized her half prone form was now at eye level with Yuuki's bulging crotch. Looking up, all she could see was vast amounts of pale underboob. "Please, ma'am, I'm so hungry." "Good girls get dessert after dinner," she said, patting the bulge in her pants. "I'll do anything! Please, whatever it takes to be fed by you, Yuuki..." Without warning someone's hand slapped her ass setting off a wave of jiggling that brought her oversexed body to the edge of orgasm once more. The dildo shifted, but did not fall out. The same thick fingers from before grabbed hold of her. Caroline's thumbs slipped down into her crack, they brushed the toy as she took in every single inch of her massive curves. "I'm not sure pet, she seems plenty fed to me." Her hands drifted back to the toy. "She does seem to want to get fucked though." Yuuki opened the box of doughnuts and picked one of the chocolate covered ones. "What makes you say that?" she asked as she lifted it to her perfect lips. "Oh, just this..." The muscular woman pulled the dildo out and conceivably held it up for Yuuki to see. The feeling of emptiness only intensified her hunger. Her stomach gurgled again. "Holy...Sage, you put that inside you?" "Yes, ma'am. When I got close to being out of food, I hoped cumming would tide me over. Instead I just stuffed myself from both ends because this body you gave me feels so fucking good. I think it's changed me in more ways than just my weight. I don't even think I digest food anymore, because as much as I've eaten today, I haven't had to...well, you know. It's like my ass is just for pleasure." "Fascinating. Your transformation is so much more attuned to breeding. I wonder if..." As Yuuki talked, her bulge twitched and began to grow. While she rambled on about how the serum's effect seemed to be transmissible through fluids, the front seams of her pants began to strain. She started to pant as she explained that the effect seemed based as much on the recipient. There was a rustling noise as her already massive tits grew larger against her shirt. Just as she said the effect might be permanent, her cock burst through the distressed front of her pants to bob inches from Sage's lips. The thick member was nearly as big as the novelty dildo had been. "On second thought, ma'am, I'd love the main course first." "Sure, let's put some of this away first." It took some doing to restock the kitchen, but eventually the three of them were in the bedroom. With just her lower half, Sage took up a fair bit of the bed as she knelt on it, but that sort of worked out as Yuuki and Caroline moved it to the middle of the room. Away from the wall, the mattress was accessible from every side. "What about the food?" Yuuki laughed and stepped out for a moment. This left Sage alone with Caroline. "Do you love Yuuki?" she asked. Caroline just tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't hav-" "I like her," Caroline said suddenly. "A lot. I really, really like her, but I don't...love her. At least, not like she loves you." Sage blushed and looked away. "What makes you say that?" "When we're just together, like out doing things as a normal couple, she frequently talks about you with this wonder in her voice. I never feel like it is a detriment to our relationship, but you've always kind of been this loose thread wrapped around both of us." "Oh, um, she talks a lot about you, too. Well, mostly to ask advice for how to act around you. Since she can switch so smoothly, she sometimes has a hard time staying in her role." Sage shifted on the bed so that she was laying on her side her bottom hip sinking deep into the bed. "Not that I mind, no one can be one hundred percent either all the time." "I like that about her as well actually. I'll admit that I have not been in this role very long, so perhaps other subs have a similar feel when they exercise their own kind of control over a moment. She never really breaks what's happening, but when she doesn't like what I'm doing there's this flash of command I wish I could emulate." Sage was about to respond when her stomach gurgled again and a dull pain gripped her tummy. "Ugh...while we had sketched in the general idea for tonight, I was hoping to talk more about how you wanted this to go specifically. However I desperately need some form of sustenance and I would love it if you'd indulge me." "Address me as My Queen when you need me to stop," Caroline said as she peeled off her shirt, revealing the hint of hair from before to be a bit more widespread across her lower abdominals. "It's what Yuuki and I do." "Okay," Sage said as she rolled to her hands and knees. The feeling of her chubby tummy rubbing against her thighs made a shiver run up her spine. She began to crawl towards Caroline as the tall, dark, and handsome woman tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her tights. "And what should I call you while we're in the scene?" "Yuuki calls me her lady, but I feel like that won't work for us..." she hummed as she rolled the tights past her crotch and her thick, bull-like cock flopped into the air. Around the middle there was a pronounced ridge and the dark color of her skin gave way to a deep pink. Sage could not help but notice the pink half of her length seemed to have small bumps under the skin. "Oh, I know," Caroline said as she slid the tights past her hips and her balls rose out of the spandex like twin moons. "Since you're submissive to both of us, why not call me goddess? That way you know just how far above you I am...but then what should I call you?" "I actually don't care, My Goddess. I just want your thick cock in my mouth and your savory cum on my tongue." Caroline finished stripping down as she tugged the tights off her calves and threw them aside. Naked, her physique was even more mind blowing. Sage felt herself drooling at just the sexual potential of her Goddess' body. She could not wait to kiss every hard, bulging inch, but first... "Just relax, My Goddess," she said as she reached for Caroline's half-risen erection. "I'll make sure you feel wonderful." Skillfully she nibbled and sucked the soft skin of Caroline's shaft. As it throbbed to life in her hands, she made a point to pay attention to the rising veins by running her tongue over them. "Oh! You're such a good cocksucker, Sage." "I am pleased My Goddess thinks so, but I haven't even gotten started." Nearly erect now, the fat, egg-shaped head of Caroline's cock rivaled the size of Sage's fist. She shuddered with excitement as she easily slipped it between her plush lips and even down her throat. She swallowed her partner all the way to the midpoint ridge, her tongue eagerly teasing the soft nubs on the cock's underside and looked up. Their eyes met and she nodded, hoping her plea came across. "As if I needed prompting from a slutty would-be priestess like you. Your body is for worshiping me and I will use it how I please." Despite the harsh words, Caroline's first motions were gentle and exploratory as her hands came to rest Sage's head. She pushed forward first, the ridge slipping inside. Inch after inch vanished into Sage's mouth until her face was right against her partner's fuzzy crotch. The scents of sex were overpowering as soft hair enveloped her face and the musty smell pulled at something within her. This was Yuuki's smell. This was what it smelled like after fucking Yuuki. It was a smell she could only experience like this as another, more dominant partner fucked her as well. It was as arousing as it was humbling. Her pussy clenched at the thought of experiencing this moment again and again as she and Caroline grew closer. Her Goddess began to pull back, her fingers tangling in her long, bright red hair. "Now that I know you can take it, playtime is over. I'm going to fucking break you, you divine whore." Sage narrowed her eyes as their gazes met once more and Caroline nodded in understanding. The dirty talk was going a little too far, but that did not stop her from continuing to tell Sage, at length, what she was going to do to her as her pumping motion slowly picked up speed. "I just wonder what my blessing will do to you," she said after a minute. "If just a few hours with Yuuki enabled you to turn into this...I can only imagine what my seed will do to you." It would not take long to find out. Within a minute, her Goddess was fucking her face with abandon as she moaned and praised her supplicant for being such a good worshiper. Drool and pre rolled down Sage's chin, soaking her front and the bed below her. There was a twitch and Caroline thrust in completely. Holding tight, her cum began to flow. With each glob, Sage felt warmth spread over her. The heat was most intense in her chest. Her tits throbbed in time with her Goddess' releases, each pulse more pleasurable than the last. She felt them begin to press into her locked arms, their curves spreading with each ounce of cum she swallowed. As if they were being filled directly. In only a few seconds they had grown to hang even with her elbow. She could feel her areolae plumping up just as fast, the sensitive flesh swelling up and out. Caroline's orgasm showed no signs of ending however, and Sage's tits continued to swell. A full minute later, Caroline's flow relented and she stepped back. "Oh...oh my..." Her hunger quelled, Sage sat back and felt the weight of her new bust shift against her until her massive endowments came to rest in her lap. She caressed her new tits lovingly, moaning loudly as she felt them under her hands. "My Goddess is too kind with her blessing." Yuuki returned just then with a platter of baked goods. Her cock sprang to attention almost at once. "I suppose I should have expected that. I just hope we don't outgrow the house..."
Hotel Meeting	21,601	4.5	254,425	[]	Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I enter the hotel lounge. Glancing about the room, checking the tables first then the stools fronting the bar. Almost missing him but then a second look spots him. He's speaking with the bartender. A gesture and its clear that they're discussing the game on the TV. Both laughing as another beer is placed before him. I walk to the bar, being careful not to rush or to keep looking at him. Taking an open seat two stools down from him, the others conveniently empty. I don't look but I feel his eyes on me. Wearing a very short skirt, my hand holds it to my thigh as I climb onto the stool. Ignoring him watching me as I do. Legs bare, every inch of them suddenly aware of the coolness of the room. Damn, cursing myself as I feel my nipples straining under my bra. Knowing that picking the lacy one does little to prevent them from appearing through my silk top. Not that I wouldn't want him to notice them, but not yet, not so soon. Perhaps its my conciousness of them but now I'm sure his eyes have moved from my legs straight to my breasts. Fruitlessly fighting the urge, I can't help and turn to look at him. Catching him in what I've already suspected. But not catching him embaressed at being found out. Instead it seems his eyes twinkle at me as his smile increases. "Hi," is all he says and I nod and turn back towards the bar. I order a glass of red wine and toy with the coaster while I wait. He hasn't turned and is looking my way. Finally after my drink arrives, I glance his way again. "Could I ask you a question?" "Ummm, who me?" "Yes, I was wondering how you liked that wine. My wife likes red and I'm always looking for something new for her." I give him a small smile and I take another sip. "Its not bad but I prefer California wines and this is from Chile I think." "Oh any one in particular?" "Yes, Rodney Strong caberanet." He smiles brightly. "She already knows that one, its seems to be a favorite of late." I give him another small smile, "Well, I guess I'm not much help then." Taking another sip but keeping my eyes on him. By the time I finish my first glass, we've exchanged pleasantries and I've asked if you would be joining him. He shook his head and explained that this was a business trip and that he's on his own. The bartender has returned and joined our conversation which moves between the game, the merits of Chilean wines and tomorrow's weather. Along the way, he's moved a seat closer as the bar begins to fill. The seat between soon lost as a couple asks if I wouldn't mind moving down a chair so they could sit together. His eyes sparkling as I move next to him. He asks if I'm staying here and I tell him no, that I was to meet a friend but it doesn't appear that she will make it. My glass almost empty, he offers to buy me another, sensing that I might leave otherwise. I thank him but beg off, stating that I should get something to eat before the wine goes right to my head. "Look, could I buy you dinner? Here, that is...I'm free myself and I hate to dine alone." "Oh I couldn't...," wishing, hoping and knowing that he won't take my token refusal as final. He takes the bait and presses me, insisting that I join him to make up for my friend's rudeness in leaving me drinking alone in a bar. Several times during our discussion, I glance into his lap. Seeing his bulge and watching it grow as he senses that I will accept his offer. His eyes much freer now to take in my body. Boldly looking at my exposed thighs and brushing his knee against mine now and then. My fight to keep my nipples in check long lost and he strays upon them each time he looks up from my legs. After the bartender freshens our drinks, we find ourselves moving to a table in the main dining room. His hand takes my elbow as we are lead to the table and he sits adjacent to me. I cover his hand with mine as I thank him and state my intention to share in the cost of the meal. He waves my offer any, telling him not to insult him as its he's treat. I lean close and ask what you might think of buying me dinner and he gives me a conspiratorial grin. "I won't tell if you don't tell." I giggle and tell him that I may not be able to keep that agreement. My hand closing tighter about his. The wine making me bold now, I ask if he regularly picks up women while traveling. A shadow passes behind his eyes and he shakes his head no. Then his smile returns, "Not regularly." And we both laugh at that. I let my knee touch his under the table as the waitress takes our orders. Another drink occupies the time with neither of us speaking. His hand upon my knee causes me to look in his eyes and he tells me that he's never had more than the occasional one-nighter while away from you. I smile and ask him if he's happy and he squeezes my knee and whispers yes. He then goes into an impassioned description of you and how wonderful you've made his life. I sense a tint of sadness though and I ask why if there is anything he regrets or wishes he could change. He looks me dead in the eyes and says that while he has never had more than the occasional fling, he knows that you've had your own affairs. I give him a soft smile, my hand covering his again, and ask him, "Well, since you seem to enjoy them, why deny her?" He shakes his head again, then looks left and right. Leaning in he whispers, "I guess I'm just a little confused. Her affair was with another woman." Now surprised, I stamper out how did he know and was he sure. He tells me that without your knowing, he found a hotel receipt. He goes on to tell me that he wanted to catch you and find out who "he" was so he followed you one afternoon. And was shocked to find you joined by a woman. I slide my hand up his leg and onto his manhood. I grasp him gently as I ask him how he felt about it. He says at first he was devastated, in shock. Especially when you exited several hours later looking so satisfied and happy. And when he learned how often you met with her. I ask him if he ever mentioned it to you or confronted you with it. His head barely moves as he replies that he couldn't. That it never lessened your desire for him. That, in fact, you often were even more aroused the nights after your afternoon encounters. My hand tightens on his cock and I ask if he found it exciting, to fuck you knowing that hours before your pussy was licked by another woman. And that your mouth had sucked and licked another woman's pussy. He hardens quickly under my fingers and gives me a look that leaves no doubt. He asks me if I've ever slept with a woman. I squeeze him and tell him that I have. That I came here tonight with that intention. My fingers moving along his length. We don't speak again for several minutes. His fingers making small passes along my inner thigh as I continue to measure his cock with my fingers. Breaking contact as our meals arrive. We eat in silence but making eye contact all the while. After the plates are cleared, and dessert declined, I again offer to pay for my meal. He refuses and signs the check to his room. We stand to leave and he follows me to the hotel lobby. I turn to face him and thank him for dinner. Leaning in, I kiss him softly on the lips. Then I smile just as softly and whisper that I enjoyed playing with his cock as well. His hand slips into mine and asks if I would like to join him for another drink. I shake my head no but I don't otherwise move, letting my fingers remain with his. Then he smiles and asks if I would like to play with it a bit more. He leads me to his room. Silent again after I've accepted his offer. Silent still when he kisses me. His arms strong and holding firm as my lips part and accept his tongue. His fullness pressed against my belly. His cock long and hard in his pants. My fingers dancing at the back of his neck as we kiss. Lightheaded knowing that the cock that has fucked you so many times will soon be inside me. His hands move to undress me and I'm quick to unzip him. My hand fishing and pulling his hardness out. Stroking him, my fingers encircling his girth as he moans into my mouth. My mouth at his ear telling him that I have to suck him, then dropping to my knees. Holding him with both hands as I lick the mushroom head of his cock. Tasting the saltiness of his precum before taking him in. His hands gripping my head as I suck him. Using my tongue along this shaft as I let him in and out of my wet hot mouth. Taking him in deeper, my hands are freed to unbuckle and drop his pants down. Followed by his boxers. Looking up at him, I see him watching me as I try to take him completely. He grins and whispers that it took you several times before you could do it easily. I feel the head of his cock press along the back of my throat and into it, making his eyes turn upwards with delight. His balls strike my chin as I shallow him down. Then long slow movements back and forth as his cock exits and repentrates my throat. Thinking I will have him cum in my mouth so that he can fuck me longer afterwards when his need is not so strong. But he has other ideas and pushes me off him. With his cock waving about in front of him, he finishes undressing me. Kissing and licking my body as it comes into view. A sharp sucking of air as he sees my shaved pussy. He lays me on the bed and licks me wetly between the legs. His tongue thicker and stronger that yours. Not as talented but eager and willing. Fingers pulling me open as he seeks my clit. I squirm on the bed as he fills me with a thick finger. His mouth moving off me at the same time. He climbs up and his hard cock it at my mouth again. I open and take him. With me under him, I'm unable to take him deep but he seems satisfied with his finger continuing to probe my pussy. I can't see his face but I'm sure he's examining my smooth mound and lips as his fingers now open and pull at me. I slide my hands up his legs, one hand then cupping his balls. With a moan he sits upright and pulls me sideways. Now I'm in a better position to suck and lick him which is what he desires. He rocks back and forth into my mouth until I push him onto his back. Between his spread legs, I fist his cock in my hand. Licking at the head as I pump him. Then I take him deep. One long insertion, making sure he is able to see it all. Then pulling back off him completely with a long strang of precum/saliva stretching from my lips to his cock. Then swallowing him again. Rubbing his cock along my lips, my eyes on his. "Does she suck you this way?" And I throat him once more. "Ummm.... yes....eyesss..." My hand pumping him again, his hardness again in my fist. My eyes locked on his as my tongue darts out to tease his peehole. "And does she let you cum in her mouth... Her mouth still tasting of pussy...?" He groans and mumbles a deep yes. "And you like knowing that her mouth was sucking pussy before she sucked your cock." His hands grip my head and force his cock into my mouth. His hips jerking upwards, fucking my face. I'm unable to speak as he holds me firmly. I use my tongue as best I can on his shaft as my hand squeezes his balls. Teasing a finger under them on that brief stretch of flesh between balls and asshole. Rewarded with a long blast of cum into my mouth. I swallow it as best I can until his hands release me. Then I wrap my lips around the head and suck while pumping his cock. Pumping and sucking until he is finished. Pumping and sucking until he hardens again. He fucks me with an unexpected fierceness. His cock thick and filling me. On top of me at first, then laying sideways with my leg pulled up to my chest. Whispering to me, asking me if I like sucking pussy after its been fucked and sucking cock wet with pussy. Before I can response, he's up off the bed and rubbing his cock on my face. Painting it with our combined wetness. Then its his face at mine. Licking and kissing me, cleaning me of the wetness. He lifts me from the bed. Standing face to face, he lowers me onto his cock. I wrap my legs around his hips, my arms around his neck and now I fuck him. My body moving up and down, his hard cock sinking deep inside me. Taking him hard and fast. He walks me around the room, letting me fuck him. Enjoying me fucking him. We kiss deeply, swapping tongues and spit as I fuck him faster and faster. Finally he ends up with my back resting on the door to the room. Now he is fucking me again, banging me against the door with his thrusts. My mouth leaves his and I bite and suck at his earlobe. "Would you like me to fuck her?" My voice low and deep in his ear. "And then fuck you afterwards. After you've fucked her." He doesn't answer, only pounds harder into me. "Or maybe you want us together...both of us fucking you...sucking you...me sucking her...after your cock has fucked her...or while you fuck her..." He groans loudly and I feel his hot cum in my pussy. One, two, three, four...feeling his cock spasm inside me. His mouth finds mine again. And he carries me back to the bed. Laying us down togther, still joined. "Would you like that?" His voice soft and unsure. I nod and kiss his nose. "I would..." Thinking to myself, "More than you would know." Later as we fuck again, its slower and not rushed with me riding him. He plays with my tits and smiles up at me. After cumming twice, this is purely for my pleasure and he lets me move at my own pace. I take my time, getting to know his cock and showing him how I like to have it in me. By the time I reach my orgasm, he's recovering his own desire to cum. Laying on top of him, panting and sweating with his cock pushing up in and out of me, I ask him how he wants me. I feel his finger moving along the crack of my ass and I nod and whisper, "Yes, please." We roll until I'm face down on the bed. I reach for my purse, surprising him with the tube of lube. A short time later, his slick cock is pressing at my rosebud. He goes slow but I can tell its all he can do not to rush. I let out a low moan as he enters. Relaxing to allow him to press forward. His hot breath in my ear, "Is this ok?" My ass stretching around him, "Yes...more...please give me more..." His weight sinks down, driving his cock futher inside me. My ass moving under him as each inch slides in. Still slow but not stopping until I am full with him. We lay still for a minute. His lips moving along my neck and shoulder. His hands slip along my arms, drawing them up towards the corners of the bed. Our fingers joining together as he lays prone over me. Lifting his hips, my ass alive and buzzing as he pulls out then drives back in. Still again, listening to both of us sucking in air and preparing for more. His fingers clamp down on mine and he starts to move. The sensation of his cock fucking my ass has me moaning in wanton lust. His pace increases, stopping only once when he first hears me grunt. Asking if I'm ok... I answer by begging him not to stop. And he gladly obliges. His thick cock ramming me over and over and over. I've screamed out several times before he cums. Once when he slowed down was to yell, "Don't you stop! Don't you dare stop!" Another time I'm sure I was crying, telling him, and the room next door, how good his cock felt in my ass. Afterwards, I fell asleep in his arms. But not before getting him to promise to introduce us. In the darkness of the room, I'm sure he didn't notice my glee.
Matty Meets Kimmy Ch. 04	23,447	4.76	605,059	[ "hurricane", "facesitting", "multiple orgasms", "young love", "sick fever", "romance", "boyfriend girlfriend", "massage" ]	Here is the fourth chapter. I hope you have as much fun reading it as i had writing it. It will be helpful to read the previous chapters first. Comments are always appreciated. They go a long way in motivating me to continue to add chapters. \* "You ready to go?" I asked as I took a final sip of my coffee. Kimberly was wiping her mouth with a napkin. She nodded to me and I got the attention of the waitress. I paid the bill and Kim and I stood up from the diner counter and made for the exit. As we stepped outside we were immediately greeted by a whirling gust of wind. Kim squealed as the swirling wind blew up her white linen dress, raising the material to briefly reveal her yellow bikini cut lace panties. I lowered my hands, wrapping them around her waist, trying to hold down Kim's dress. "I've got you, I've got you," I whispered, as I attempted to save Kim some embarrassment as a group of high schoolers walked past us, giggling as they made their way into the diner. Kim held onto me as we walked over to the pier. Staring down, we watched as the waves rushed in violently. "Wow, I've never seen it that rough," Kim commented. Her hair was whipping round her face, the wind was really picking up. I stared up to the overcast skies, "Come on, we better get going before the rain comes," I stated. We made our way to the car, just as a few drops of rainfall began drizzling down. When we entered Kim's apartment, Adam and Summer were on the couch watching television. "Have you guys seen this?" Adam asked, directing our attention to the television screen. There was a newscast on about the impending class one hurricane bearing down on our area. "I thought they said it was going out to sea?" Kim asked. "Yeah, but it took a last minute turn, they said the really bad stuff will be here by tomorrow afternoon," Summer explained. "Hey do we still have those boards in the storage locker?" I asked, turning to Adam. "Yeah, they're there." "Is it enough for both apartments? It's only like two windows a piece." "Yeah it should be, we should get down there and check," Adam replied. I picked back up my car keys and turned to Summer and Kim, "Okay, Adam and I are gonna board up our apartment, we'll be back to do yours after. You two should gather up some supplies and put them in one place, water, flashlights, some food." "Okay, you two be careful out there," Summer warned as Adam and I walked out the door. Adam and I returned an hour later, having boarded up the windows in our apartment. It was getting into late evening so we were in a rush to get the girls' apartment done. We walked in the door, toting the wooden boards in through the living room. Kim and Summer were in the kitchen packing away some supplies they had picked up. "Classes are cancelled for the next two days," Kim informed, "It's up on the university website," Summer added. Adam and I got down to work, quickly boarding up the windows throughout the apartment. Summer turned on the lights as the rooms now became dark. She handed Adam and me some bottles of water as we finished up with the last window. When we were done, the four of us sat in the living room and had a quick dinner, some sandwiches Kim and Summer had whipped up. "Do you guys have enough food here for four, for the next couple days?" Adam asked. Summer nodded her head affirmatively. "Well you wouldn't mind if Matt and I camped out here for the couple of days would you?" "Babe, are you suggesting that Kimmy and I need two big strong men around to keep us safe during a storm?" Summer jokingly asked. "Not at all," I interceded, "It's just that I'd feel much safer with you two protecting me," I joked, wrapping my arm around Kim's waist and pulling her close to me. The table broke out in laughter, "Okay Matty, you two can stay," Summer said with a smile. After dinner Adam and I made a quick trip back to our place for some clothes and toiletries. When we returned, the four of us gathered in the living room and watched a movie. XXXX The next morning I awoke to the sound of torrential downpour outside. I couldn't actually see anything due to the boarded up window but the sound alone was enough to know it was pretty bad. Kim was still sound asleep as I sneaked out of bed and into the bathroom. I threw on a t-shirt and wandered into the kitchen. "Hey Matt, want some waffles?" Summer asked from the kitchen. "Sure Sum, Adam still asleep?" "Yep, he'll be up in a bit though." I sat at the kitchen counter, smiling at Summer as she set down a plateful of waffles infront of me. "Looks like it's pretty bad out there," she stated, directing my attention to the television behind me. I took the bottle of maple syrup she was holding out and arched my neck to catch a glimpse of the storm coverage. "Coffee or juice?" "Juice is fine," I replied as I ate a mouthful of warm waffles. "Thanks Sum," I stated as she set down a glass of OJ for me. Adam came wandering in as I was getting done with my plate of waffles. Kim was soon to follow. They sat at the counter and I helped Summer serve them breakfast. After breakfast, the girls washed up while Adam and I satisfied our curiosity and ventured outside to get a firsthand view of the storm. "So how is it out there?" Kim asked as Adam and I bustled through the door. "Pretty rough Kim, there was a down tree out in the parking lot," Adam replied. Being stuck inside, the four of us lounged around the living room getting some class work done. We were all startled by the loud booming sound of thunder that felt as though it shook the entire apartment. The lights flickered but remained on. "Wow, I better get lunch done incase we lose power," Kim announced as she made her way to the kitchen. "What are you making Kimmy?" Summer asked from the couch. "Ohh just some chicken panini," Kim replied from the kitchen. "Want some help?" "No thanks sweetie, I'm okay." Summer, Adam and I had taken a break from work and were watching the news. The scent of grilled chicken filtered through the apartment and caught Adam's attention. "That smells great Kim," he commented. "Thanks Adam, another five minutes and they'll be ready." After lunch, Adam and Summer cleared the table. There was another loud boom and thunder and the lights suddenly went off. The entire apartment went dark and silent. All that could be heard was the pounding rain and swirling winds outside. I immediately felt Kim's hand grab mine and smiled to myself. "Holy shit, I can't see a thing," Adam commented. "I've got the flashlights over here," Summer stated. There was the sound of cupboards opening and closing. Then a bright light, shining on Summer's face. She handed the flashlight to me and switched on another. We gathered on the couch and chatted in the darkness, deciding to save the batteries in the flashlights. In the evening, we decided to retire to our rooms, hoping that and an early night sleep would mean waking up to the power being back on in the morning. "Be careful if you guys light any candles," I warned as Adam and Summer left for their room. "Okay Matt," Summer replied before closing their door. I was about to follow Kim into her room when my phone rang, "Hello?. . . .Hey sis, yeah we're okay, no power though. . . .Yeah, we're all at Kim's apartment. . . .Okay will do, tell Kelsey hey for me. Bye, love you." I joined Kim in her room shortly afterwards, "Was that your sister?" Kim asked. "Yeah, she said to tell you hello." "That's nice, mom and dad called this morning, they were pretty worried." Kim and I crawled into bed and lay there chatting in the darkness. After five minutes of silence, I felt Kim wiggling around, "Babe I can't fall asleep, it's way too early," she whined. "Well what do you wanna do?" "I dunno, what do people do when they're locked up in a storm?" "I'm not sure baby," I replied. There was a brief pause. "How about a game?" Kim asked. "Okay, what did you have in mind?" "Ummm, I have cards, we could play blackjack or poker or something," Kim suggested. "Okay," I agreed. I heard Kim get out of bed, "I'll light some candles," she said as I heard her moving around the room. Soon the room was nicely lit; Kim had lit several candles and spread them around the room. "Come sit on the floor with me," Kimberly instructed. I rolled off the bed and sat opposite of Kim on the soft carpet floor. Kim reached behind her and retrieved a deck of cards from off her table and began to shuffle them, "So what'll it be sweetie? Poker? Blackjack? Something else?" I thought for a second, "Blackjack's fine with me." Kim began to deal and we played a couple hands of blackjack. It was passing the time, but became pretty repetitive real quick. "Babe do you mind if we spice this up?" I asked. She looked up to me and smiled, "What are you thinking?" "How about strip blackjack?" Kim giggled at my suggestion, "I take it that's just like strip poker?" she asked. "Yep, you win, I lose a piece of clothing, I win and you lose something." "Okay, but I have a suggestion," Kim stated. I listened intently. "If I win, you get to choose the piece of clothing you lose, but I get to take it off, same goes if you win." "I like that," I replied and watched as Kim dealt another hand. On the first hand I had a 4 and a 5. "Hit." I got a queen. . .19. "I'll stay." Kim had two 6s and took a hit. . .jack of spades, 22. "Okay baby, what'll it be?" I teased. Kim stretched out a foot over to me, "I think I'll start with my socks." "Socks?!?" I asked disappointingly, "Well do I get the pair or just one?" "Just one mister, it's one piece of clothing per hand," Kim admonished. "Okay," I replied. I reached out and held Kim's foot in my lap, slowly tugging on her powder blue ankle socks. Once off, I watched Kim wiggle her cute toes. I placed her sock on the floor beside me. "Aww, my toes are all cold now," Kim fake complained. "I'll keep them warm sweetie," I whispered as I gently rubbed her feet. "That tickles!" Kim giggled as she pulled her foot from me and went back to sitting indian style on the floor. She dealt another hand; I got a king and a jack right away and stayed. Kim started off with a 10 and a 2 and hit until she got up to 18. Another hit gave her 6 and she busted. "Okay, that other sock is mine," I teased. Kim stretched her other foot out to me and I peeled off her soft cotton sock. I lost the next hand. "Finally!" Kim exclaimed. I smiled at her and tapped on the collar of my navy blue t-shirt. Kim crawled over to me and lifted my shirt over my head. "Hope you're not too cold baby," Kim teased as she threw my shirt onto her bed. "I think I'll manage," I replied as Kim dealt another hand. I chuckled when I saw my hand, Ace and a queen. Kim sighed as she gave her two 8s a hit and turned up a 7. "This thing is rigged," she complained. "Baby. . .you're the one dealing," I laughed. "You can have my tank top," she replied. I leaned over to Kim and grabbed the base of her white cotton tanktop. She raised her arms and I lifted the top off her. I stared longingly at her as she sat in her yellow lace bra. Kim allowed me a few seconds to ogle her before she dealt again. Remarkably, I won that hand as well. "Now we're having fun," I whispered as Kim indicated to me to remove her bra. I leaned in close to Kim and reached behind her. "You never took this long before," she commented as I fiddled with the hooks on her bra. Her face was mere centimeters from mine. "I just like being close to you," I replied and we both laughed. I was finally able to unhook Kim's bra and I lifted the lace garment off her. I stared at her chest, her breasts were perfection. Petite handfuls of smooth flesh, soft curves, topped with rosy puffy nipples. I was fighting every urge to press my face against Kim's chest and I was sure she knew it. "Okay, next hand," she announced as she dealt the cards. Kim was gleeful when she dealt herself two kings. I looked down at the 6 and queen that sat before me. "Hit." Kim dealt me a card and laughed manically when the card turned out to be a 10. "I'll have those pants mister," she proudly stated. I stood up and Kim knelt before me. She smiled up at me as she unbuckled my shorts, then tugged on the khaki material. My shorts fell to my ankles and Kim stared at the bulge that pressed against my black cotton boxer briefs. We sat back down and continued the game. Another of Kim's sighs meant she lost the next hand. She stood up and I excitedly knelt before her. I placed my hands on her bare knees, and slowly slid my palms up her smooth toned thighs. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her grey cotton shorts then gently tugged on them. I watched eagerly as Kim's shorts slid from her waist, revealing her white cotton panties. I pulled her shorts to her ankles then stared at the wondrous sight that was Kim's panty covered vagina. I could see the crease of her pussy lips, pressing against the soft cotton. Kim wiggled her waist a little, adjusting her underwear before sitting down. "So next person to win is the winner," she murmured, trying to build tension. The next hand ended in a draw, both of us choosing to stay on 18 each. Kim dealt another hand; I groaned seeing her get two jacks. I got a 10 and a 2. One hit gave me a queen. "Those boxers are mine," Kim boasted as she rushed me to my feet. I stared down at Kim's angelic smiling face, bordered by her flowing brown hair. She looked so sweet. Any notion of innocence however, was thrown out the window as she caressed my arching erection with her delicate palm over my tight cotton confines. Kim pulled my boxers down my legs, watching excitedly as my cock bounced free, inches from her face. She left my boxers around my ankles and raised her hands to my crotch, combing her fingernails through my dark curls. "I guess I'm the winner," Kim stated as I sat back down. "I was thinking we could continue playing, for my benefit," I replied with a smile. "And what do I get if I win?" Kim asked. "We'll figure that out once you're naked," I replied. Kim dealt another hand which thankfully, I won. "You lucky little bugger," Kim complained. "Luck has nothing to do with it babe," I quipped. I patted the floor infront of me, directing Kim to sit there. She shimmied over and sat where I indicated. I ran my hands along her legs, then held them together and lifted them, resting her feet on my shoulder. I reached down and tugged on Kim's underwear, pulling them from her waist along her thighs, up her legs, finally off her ankles. Kim giggled as ran my hands back down her legs, between her thighs. I raised one of her legs, lifting it over my head and resting it on my other shoulder. I now stared directly down at Kim's heavenly femininity. She ran her fingers over her neatly trimmed pubic hair, taking delight in teasing me. "So do you wanna continue playing?" Kim softly asked. "What are you proposing for stakes?" I asked as I let go of Kim's legs and she returned to her seated position. She thought for a few seconds, "What about kisses?" she suggested. "Kisses?" I asked. "Yeah, we could trade kisses. Winner chooses a spot on their body, and loser has to kiss that spot." "Sounds fun," I replied. Kim dealt the cards. I started off with a 9 and a 3. I hit and got an 8 so I remained on 20. Kim went over when she took hit on 15 and got a 7. "Okay. . .I want a kiss right here," I instructed, tapping my finger on my lips. "You're so sweet," Kim cooed as she crawled her naked body over to me. On her hands and knees, Kim leaned her face into mine, pressing our lips together. Her lips were so soft. I felt her slide her tongue in my mouth, just briefly, before retreating to deal another hand. "Mhmm, I like this game," I commented as I wiped the corner of my mouth. Kim dealt and was ecstatic when she won. She pointed to the curve of her neck, "Right here baby." I made my way over to Kim's side. Smiling as I leaned in, i planted my lips on the curve of her neck. Extending my tongue, I licked Kim's soft skin causing her to whimper. After a few seconds of teasing I returned to my seat. Kim dealt again. "Yes!" she exclaimed when I took a hit on 14 and landed with a King. "Must be your lucky night Kimmy," I commented. "I thought you said luck had nothing to do with it," she retorted. We smiled at each other, "So where do you want your kiss?" I asked. Kim thought for a second, "I want a kiss right here," she stated, holding her index finger on her right breast, right on her nipple. "Mhmm, my pleasure," I whispered as I crawled over to Kim. I kissed Kim right on her soft puffy nipple. She ran her hand through my hair and I could tell she wanted more than just a light peck. I stuck my tongue out and licked around her areola a few times. I could feel her nipple becoming erect and took her in my mouth, sucking hard on her sensitive nub. After a few seconds, Kim's nipple was rock hard and I swirled my tongue around it mercilessly. After about a minute, I let Kim's breast slip from my mouth as she groaned in disappointment. She dealt another hand of cards. I was delighted when I saw a Jack and Queen sitting infront of me. Kim had a 4 and an 8. She took a hit and got a 6. She smiled at me and took another hit. She yelled in delight as she flipped over a 3. After she calmed down from all her laughing, Kim looked to me deep in thought, "I really liked that first one, I want a kiss here," she said, pressing her finger against her mouth. I once again made my way over to Kim. I held her face with both my hands and kissed her hard. I felt her tongue in my mouth as it danced around my own. Kim moaned in my mouth as my hand slid down her face over her neck, then down her chest, finally finding her breasts. I kissed and massaged her for a while then, even to my disappointment, pulled away. "Okay, let's see if I can go three in a row," Kim stated as she dealt again. Alas, it was not to be, I finally won one. "Where will it be baby?" Kim asked. I smiled as I pointed to the head of my cock, "Right here will do," I replied. Kim giggled as she made her way over to me and lowered her head. I could feel her warm breath on my throbbing penis. I groaned aloud as I felt the tip of Kim's tongue swirling around the head of my cock. She took me in her mouth as deep as she could. Her mouth felt wonderful, it was so warm. Kim slid her way back up my cock, letting me pop out of her mouth. She planted a kiss against my bulbous mushroom head and then retreated. I took over dealing duties and shared the cards out. Kim stared at the King and 5 before her. Bravely, she asked for a hit and was rewarded with a 6. I busted out and looked to Kim, awaiting my instructions. "How about right here," Kim stated, directing me to her belly button. "Are you sure that's where you want your kiss?" I asked as I crawled over to her. "Uh huh," she replied as she lay down flat on the carpet. I lowered my head and kissed her taut stomach. I used my tongue to trail along her skin, dipping it in her belly button then dragging the tip around its circumference. I continued kissing Kim, her tummy quivering as she giggled under my ticklish tongue. Kim had to push my head away from her as she convulsed with laughter. I dealt again and again Kim won. "Mhmmm," she cooed, "I want a kiss here," she said, holding the lips of her pussy apart with her fingers. My head was between Kim's thighs in seconds flat. I stared at Kim's glistening womanhood and pressed my lips against her. I reveled in her wonderful taste, licking and slurping on her juices. I ended with a simple kiss, right on the hood of Kim's pussy, over her clit. I sat up and dealt another hand. An ace and a jack for me had me delighted. I curled my index finger and called Kim over to me. She positioned herself right infront of me. I reached for Kim's hips and pulled her close. She wrapped her legs around my waist. "I want my kiss here," I whispered, pointing to my neck. "There?" Kim asked. "Yup," I replied. "Okay sweetie," she cooed before leaning in. Kim began to lick and kiss my neck. I returned my hands to Kim's hips, gently lifting her onto me. Still kissing me, Kim raised her body, helping me position her till my cock was pressing against the lips of her pussy. I pushed up, driving my shaft into Kim's slick warmness. I felt her bite the skin on my neck as she moaned in delight. With her legs wrapped around my waist, and my hands wrapped around her back, I began sliding my cock back and forth into her splendid tightness. "Mhmmm, I wished we had hurricanes more often," Kim moaned as she bit down on my ear lobe. I continued thrusting into her, as she rocked her hips back and forth. "Ohh god Kimmy, I love you so much," I groaned. "Mhmmm mhmm ahhhh mhmmmm, I love you to Matty," she whimpered. After a few minutes, I laid Kim down on the carpet, holding her legs apart as I continued to plunge into her. "Ohh fuck Matty," she moaned. Kim pulled my face to hers and we pressed our lips together. I could feel Kim raising her hips off the carpet to meet my thrusts; her cunt was so slick and tight. I lowered a hand to one of Kim's breasts, squeezing her hard, feeling her erect nipple press against my palm. "Ohh fuck baby, I'm gonna cumm," Kim moaned. Seconds later I felt her pussy clamp down on my pistoning cock, as her moans grew higher in pitch. Kim wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deep inside her. I felt a rush of Kim's warm fluid as her fingernails clawed into my back. I continued to pump my cock into Kimberly, lost in the blissfulness of her tight pussy. Kim was still whimpering as her orgasm continued to course through her body, I had held off as long as I could but I could feel myself about to explode. After a few more deep thrusts, I took a final hard plunge and I felt my muscles tense up. I groaned aloud as my cock spasmed deep inside Kim, spewing my cum in her convulsing pussy. Kim's tight grip on me with her legs eventually loosened as she raised her head and kissed me hard. I pulled my softening penis from her sopping cunt and rolled over onto my back. Kim and I were breathing pretty heavily, when there was a loud boom of thunder outside. Kim shrieked and rolled onto me, clutching me tightly. We both giggled, "It's okay baby, it's just thunder," I said, brushing her hair from infront her face. We laid there for a moment, "I think I might be leaking on you," Kim chuckled. "Yup, I can feel it on my leg," I replied as I felt warm droplets of mine and Kim's cum seeping from her pussy onto my thigh. "I'm sorry baby," Kim apologized as she rolled off of me. "I don't mind," I replied. Kim pressed her finger on the inside of my thigh, wiping up a glob of cum. I watched as she licked her fingers clean, "Mmmm, you're so yummy," she cooed. I chuckled and reached up, giving her a peck on the lips. "I better go get cleaned up," Kim stated as she got up. She picked up a candle and walked towards the bathroom. "Babe," I called still lying on the floor. Kim stood in the doorway of the bathroom and turn to me. "There's a Jack of hearts stuck to your butt," I informed her, "But then again, who can blame him, it's such a cute butt," I added. Kim giggled as she reached behind her and peeled the card from her skin. She threw it in my direction then disappeared into the darkness of her bathroom. When Kim returned I was packing up the deck of cards that were spread around the floor. She picked up her tanktop off the floor and put it on. "Hey have you seen my panties?" she asked, looking around in the darkness. "I think I threw them on the bed," I replied. Kim got her panties from the bed and slipped them on. I put the deck of cards on the table and slid on my boxers. "Do you want something to drink, I'm kinda thirsty," I asked. "No thanks babe," Kim replied as she crawled into bed and under the covers. I took a candle and made my way to the kitchen. After a glass of water I returned to Kim's bedroom where I began to blow out the numerous candles. When I was done, I walked over to the bed and was about to climb in. There was another loud burst of thunder, "Quick, under the covers," Kim childishly squealed as she pulled me into bed and under the covers with her. Her skittishness had me cracking up with laughter, "You're such a baby," I teased. Kim joined in my laughter and snuggled up close to me, "Yeah, but I'm your baby," she replied. "That's for sure," I affirmed as I turned Kim around, holding her back against my chest and draping my arm over her body. "Do you think the power will be back by morning?" Kim whispered. "I sure hope so," I replied. I was awoken the next morning by Kim gently brushing her palm against my cheek, "Maattyy," she softly whispering in a sing song tone. I struggled to open my still tired eyes, "The power's back on, the storm has passed," she informed. After taking a few minutes to properly wake up, Kim and I joined Summer and Adam in the kitchen for breakfast. After breakfast, Adam and I headed home to check on any damage that might have befallen our apartment building, luckily there was none. XXXX Later that week, Adam and I were at the girls' apartment removing the boards from their windows. "Finally some sunlight," Summer commented she walked into the living room. "Thanks guys," Kim yelled from the couch. After Adam and I packed up our tools, Kim and I went out for a quick bite to eat. "Hey Kimmy, I need to talk to you about next week." "Spring break?" Kim asked. "Yeah," I replied. "Well what is it?" "Umm, Maggie called me up last night. She and her husband have to take a trip next weekend. He has some family business to clear up. She wanted to know if I could fly in for the weekend to babysit Kelsey, so I told her no problem." "That's nice of you," Kim commented. "Well I wanted to know if you wanted to come with me, spend the weekend in LA helping me babysit?" "Really, you're inviting me to meet your sister and her family?" "Yes, it's good as time as any I guess." "I'd love to Matt," Kim beamed. The next Friday found Kim clutching my hand as our plane descended into LAX. "Excited?" I asked. "A little nervous actually," she replied. "Don't be, they'll love you," I assured her. Jeff, Maggie's husband, was waiting for us at the gate. We walked up to him dragging our pullalongs, "Hey Jeff," I greeted, shaking my brother in law's hand. "Hey Matty, thanks for coming out this weekend, you're a life saver," he greeted. Jeff then turned to Kim, "And you must be Kimberly," he greeted, giving Kim a brief hug, "Really sorry for messing up any spring break plans," he added. "Not at all, it's really a pleasure to meet Matt's family." "Okay then, we better get a move on, Maggie's on her way to pick up Kels from ballet and the taxi is picking us up in a couple hours," Jeff explained. We drove through the hills to a winding road that led to a suburban neighborhood. "Ohh good, Mags is already home," Jeff commented as he pulled into the driveway of a quaint twostory house. We made our way into the house and into the livingroom, "Matty!" my sister exclaimed as she rushed over from the kitchen to hug me. "Ohh it's been too long Matt," she commented as she held me tight. Maggie eventually let me go and looked me up and down, "Well you seem to be eating okay," she joked, "And you must be the girl who's stolen my brother's heart," Maggie added turning to Kim. "It's nice to finally meet you," Kim stated as the two women embraced. "You too Kim, I just wish we had more time to spend together," Maggie replied. "Kels! Come see who's here," Maggie yelled. A few seconds later we heard rumbling from upstairs, then saw Kelsey running down the stairs. Minute in stature, the curly haired strawberry blonde rushed towards me dressed in her black leotard and pink leggings. "Uncle Matty!" she screamed as I reached down and picked her up. "Hi Kels!" I responded, giving her a big hug. When she let go of her vice grip around my neck, I whispered into her ear, "Hey Kels, I have someone I want you to meet." I held her infront of Kim, "This is Kimberly." "Hi Kelsey, really nice to meet you," Kim greeted. Kelsey smiled at Kim then whispered back into my ear. I chuckled at her soft voice, "Yes Kelsey, she is very pretty isn't she." Kimberly blushed and extended her hand, "Well I think you're pretty, and how old are you?" Kelsey reached out and the two shook hands. "Six," Kelsey replied. "Wow, you're a big girl huh?" Kim commented and the two giggled. We spent a few minutes in the living room catching up when we heard a car horn from outside. "That's the taxi honey," Jeff announced turning to Maggie. " Okay, well Kelsey's already had dinner, there's pizza in the kitchen for you guys, she just needs a bath and then bedtime, nine for the latest. Our numbers are on the fridge. We get back in Monday morning, nine thirty," Maggie rattled off as she gave me a hug. "We'll be fine Mags," I replied, trying to assure my sister. She hugged her daughter then grabbed her bag, "Thanks so much for coming down," she said while hugging Kim. "Not a problem, glad we could help out," Kimberly replied. Jeff bent down and hugged Kelsey, "Okay sweetie, you be a good girl for your uncle Matt and Kimberly. They're the boss so listen to everything they say. Mommy and Daddy will be back in two days." After Maggie hugged Kelsey a second time, they eventually went outside and took off in the taxi. I turned and look down to Kelsey, "Okay missy. . .bathtime!" I announced. "Do you need any help or are you okay on your own?" "I'm fine by myself," Kelsey replied. "Okay big girl, well give a shout if you need anything." I instructed as I watched her walk upstairs. Kim and I made our way into the kitchen and had the couple slices of pizza for dinner. Afterwards we made our way upstairs, dragging our suitcases to the guestroom. A tired Kim sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. I walked over to her and cradled her face in my hands, "I'm really glad you came with me this weekend," I told her. "I'm really glad you invited me," she replied. I gave her a quick peck on the lips then heard Kelsey exiting the bathroom. We walked out into the hallway and over to Kelsey's room, "Hey Kels, ready for bed?" I asked. "No," the tiny tot protested. "Okay then. . .wanna watch a movie with Kimberly and I? "Yeahh!" she screamed gleefully. The three of us made our way down to the living room. Kim and I sat on the couch and Kelsey crawled her way between us. I skimmed through Netflix till Kelsey found something she wanted to watch; a kids movie about a princess and dragons, nail-biting stuff. About an hour later, Kim and I looked at each other then down to Kelsey, she was sound asleep. We looked at the digital clock on the cablebox above the television, it was ten thirty. "You're such a bad babysitter," she whispered jokingly. "I better put her to bed," I replied, getting up from the couch and gently picking Kelsey up into my arms. Kim switched off the television, "I'm gonna take a shower," she whispered. I pushed Kelsey's door open with my foot and made my way over to her bed. I gently laid her down and covered her up with her blanket. I ran my hand through her hair, staring down at her affectionately. After a few seconds, I turned on her nightlight and exited, making sure to leave her door slightly ajar. I made my way over to the guest room and waited for Kim to finish with her shower. I showered after Kim and joined her in bed. "How did it go?" she asked. "She's out like a light?" I replied. The next morning, Kim and I were up early, after using the bathroom we made our way downstairs. Walking past Kelsey's bathroom, I saw her standing on her stool brushing her teeth at the sink. I poked my head in, "Morning Kels." She turned to me and smiled. "Would you like pancakes or waffles for breakfast?" I asked. "Pancakes," she mumbled, toothpaste running down her chin. "Okay, see you downstairs," I replied. I joined Kim in the kitchen and helped her prepare breakfast. Kelsey joined us a short time later and we sat around the table and had breakfast. "So Kelsey what do you want to do today?" I asked. She looked at me a shrugged her shoulders. "It's a beautiful day outside, how about we go to the zoo?" Kim asked. Kelsey's face immediately lit up, "Okay!" she excitedly replied. Kim and I washed up after breakfast and set about getting ready for our trip to the zoo. Kim helped Kelsey get ready and they both met me in the car. I buckled Kelsey into her booster seat and we took off. Jeff's gps made the zoo a breeze to find and we were there within forty minutes. Once in the zoo, we began our trek on our animal adventure. Kelsey's innocent laughter filled the air as we stood in awe of the elephant exhibit. She kept pointing out every time they moved and Kimberly and I were more than happy to join in her amazement. We stopped for a quick lunch, hot dogs from a zoo vendor, then continued exploring the attractions. As we walked towards the gorilla enclosure, I felt Kelsey tugging on my hand. I turned and knelt down beside her, "I need to go number one," she whispered into my ear. I looked around and spotted the restrooms, "I'll take her, I kinda have to go too," Kim interjected, "Come on sweetie," she added, holding out her hand to Kelsey. Kelsey grabbed Kim's hand and they took off towards the restrooms. At the end of the day, the three of us sluggishly made our way through the parking lot and to the car. I picked up some chinese food on the way home. After dinner, Kelsey took her bath. Walking around all day had really drained her; she didn't put up a protest when I told her it was bed time. I tucked her in and stayed with her until she fell asleep. Standing in her doorway I turned and took a final glance at Kelsey, she was clutching giant plush elephant toy that Kim insisted on buying for her. I smiled to myself and switched off her lights before heading downstairs. I joined Kim in the living room, collapsing in a heap on the couch. I laid my head on her tummy and she ran her fingers through my hair. I was exhausted. "Babe, you take your pill regularly right?" My head moved up and down as Kim's stomach shook with her laughter. "Oh god yes baby, don't even joke about that," she giggled. "I do love watching you two together though, you're so sweet to her," I commented. "Well she's a sweet little girl," Kim replied. "On a serious note, I think you'd make a great mom." I was surprised that I had spoken those words, I was really just thinking out loud. I hoped to god I hadn't scared Kim, I knew as well as she did that this conversation was years and years away. I remained still and silent. Kim leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I looked up at her as she pulled her face away, "What was that for?" I asked. "For being the sweetest boyfriend ever," Kim replied. "Mhmm, I can be a lot sweeter than that," I slyly stated as I sat up and kissed Kim. "Oh really, I thought you were exhausted?" she asked. "I can never be too tired for you baby," I retorted as I planted kisses down Kim's neck. I took Kim's hand and we made our way upstairs to our room. The next morning I let Kim sleep in a little. I was up early with Kelsey and we ate cereal and watched cartoons. Later in the day, Kim and I took Kelsey to the park and we had a picnic. On the way back, I looked at Kelsey in the rearview mirror, "So Kels, are you excited to see your mom and dad tomorrow?" "Uh huh," she replied as she sipped on her juice box. Back at home, we played some board games then we all changed into our pjs and gathered on the couch for a movie, another of Kelsey's choice. This time she stayed up for the whole movie. When the credits began to roll, I switched off the television, "Okay Kels, bedtime," I announced as I took her hand. "Actually," Kim interrupted, "Do you mind if I tuck her into bed?" "No, of course not, would you like that Kelsey?" I asked. Kelsey nodded and crawled into Kim's arms. Kim lifted her up and carried her up to her room. The next morning we all got dressed and drove to the airport. We were sat at the airport gate; Kim and I were sipping on our starbucks coffee, when Kelsey ran off, "Mama!" she yelled as she ran into Maggie's arms. Kim and I walked up to Jeff and Maggie and we exchanged hugs. Kelsey was so excited on the drive home; she was an absolute chatterbox, "We went to the zoo, and watched movies and played games, and had a picnic," the toddler rattled off. "Wow, all that in two days," her dad replied in amazement. "So what time is your flight?" Maggie asked, turning to the backseat to face Kim and me. "Umm, two thirty," I stammered, looking to Kim for confirmation. "Okay, well Jeff is going out to work but I took the day off so I can drop you guys. Gives us enough time for me to take you guys to lunch," Maggie replied. "That's really not necessary Mags," I objected. "I insist Matty, it's the least we can do," Maggie replied. When we got back home, Jeff took a shower and left for work. Kim and I packed up our bags and made our way downstairs. "Is this you?" Kim asked, staring at a picture on the far end of the hallway. "Yep," I replied. "I hadn't recognized it before, and is that your mom and dad?" "Uh huh." "You were such a cute baby," Kim giggled. "I know right, somewhere along the line it all went wrong huh?" I joked. Kim and I chuckled as we met Maggie in the living room then left for lunch. Maggie took us to a lovely seafood restaurant not too far from the airport. We were sat at the table having just given our orders to the waiter. Kelsey climbed down from her seat and walked over to Kim and took her hand in hers, "Come on Kimmy, we have to go wash our hands," she chirped. We all exchanged looks and smiled. "You're absolutely right Kelsey, come on let's go," Kim replied and walked off with Kelsey. "She's really nice," Maggie commented. "Yeah, she is." I replied. "So, you two seem pretty serious huh?" "Yeah, I really think we are." "Well for what it's worth, I think she's great, and I think mom and dad would've really liked her," Maggie somberly stated as she rubbed my hand with hers. "Thanks Mags, that really means a lot," I replied. Shortly after Kim and Kelsey returned from the rest room, the waiter arrived with our food. We ate then headed to the airport. We exchanged hugs at the airport. "I hope you had a nice time this weekend Kelsey, I had a blast and really enjoyed meeting you," Kim said as she knelt down infront of Kelsey. "Me too Kimmy," she replied as she wrapped her arms around Kim. "Jeff and I can't thank you two enough," Maggie gushed. "Don't mention it sis, it was our pleasure . . . really." "You be sure and take care of my baby bro," Maggie instructed Kim, almost teary eyed. "I will," Kim replied. A couple hours later, I was kissing Kim goodbye at her apartment and heading home to get ready for class the next day. XXXX It was Friday night and Kim and I were taking a stroll along the pier after having a romantic dinner. It was a bit chilly and I felt Kim cling onto me tightly. We were walking back to the car when Kim let go of me and covered her mouth as she sneezed. "Bless you." "Thanks babe," she replied. "Allergies?" I asked. "I dunno, my throat is kinda scratchy." We were sat in my car in the parking lot at Kim's place making out. Her hands were roaming across my chest as I held her face in my hands. Kim suddenly pulled away and I watched her face scrunch up as she sneezed again. She rubbed her nose, which was slightly red now, and looked at me with glazed eyes. "Okay missy, I think it's bedtime for you," I stated. I walked Kim up to her apartment and kissed her on the cheek, "Call you in the morning sweetie," I whispered. I watched her enter her apartment then made my way home. The next morning I tried calling Kim but got to answer. After her phone went to voicemail a third time, I decided to try Summer. "Hey Sum, morning," I greeted. "Hey Matty, I was just about to call you. I just woke up and went to check on Kim, she's pretty out of it, I think she might have picked up that bug that's been going around campus." "Yeah, she said she wasn't feeling too well last night. Is it bad?" I asked. "I think so, she looks pretty miserable," Summer replied. "Okay, well I'm on my way over, see you in a bit." I hung up, took a shower and hopped in the car. I knocked on the girls' apartment door and Summer was quick to open and greet me. "Where's the patient?" I asked. "In bed, doesn't look good at all," Summer warned. I made my way into Kim's room and over to her bed. She was asleep, all covered up, neck to toe with her blanket. I sat on the bed and pressed my palm gently against her forehead; her skin was incredibly warm. Kim's eyes slowly opened and she looked up at me. "Hey sweetie, how are you feeling?" I asked, in a singsong tone as though I was talking to a child. "Not good baby, my throat is killing me and I feel all clammy, and my eyes baby, my eyes are burning," Kim whimpered. "Awww babe, I'm so sorry. Well I'm gonna be here all day to take care of you okay?" Kim smiled and nodded. She closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep. "I'm gonna see about getting you some medicine," I whispered as I tucked her into bed. I picked up all the crumpled tissues that were around Kim's bed and threw them in the wastebin. I placed the box of tissues on her bedside table before exiting. "Well you were right, she looks to be in rough shape," I told Summer as I joined her in the kitchen. "Poor thing," she replied. "You guys have any cold meds?" I asked. "No, I don't think so." "Okay no prob, I'll hit up the drugstore, you need anything?" "No, I think I'm good," Summer replied. I was gone about an hour; I made an extra stop back at my place to pick up some books so I could get some studying done. I returned to the girls' place and set my books down in the living room. Kim was still asleep when I entered her room, "Babe," I softly whispered, gently rousing her. "Sit up sweetie so you can take this medicine," I instructed as I poured the recommended amount of cold medicine in the measuring cap. I handed Kim the cap and ran my hand through her messy hair as she downed the medicine in one shot. "Still feeling crummy?" I asked. She nodded in response. "Is there anything you need? Are you hungry? You should drink some water." I handed her a glass of water I had brought in with me and watched her take a sip. Kim winced her face and set the glass aside. "I got you some VISINE too, for your eyes," it's on the table if you want it. "Thanks sweetie, you're the best," she replied, her voice hoarse. "Summer and I are right outside if you need anything," I told her before heading back out to the living room. I stretched myself out on the couch with my textbooks while Summer was doing an online exam on her laptop. Adam stopped by around 1pm. He brought a couple subs for Summer and I for lunch. Kim refused to eat anything, but Summer insisted she at least drink a glass of orange juice which she finally agreed to do. After lunch, Summer and Adam went out. I had to force her out the door as she felt she was abandoning her roommate but I assured her I had everything under control. After checking on Kim, I returned to the couch and my studies. I must have fallen asleep but I was awoken by Kim's faint voice calling my name. I rushed to her room, "Babe are you okay?" I urgently asked. Kimberly was sat on the edge of her bed, heaving. She looked up at me with watery eyes, "I feel nauseous," she managed to say, before going into a coughing fit. I looked around for anything I could use. I grabbed the wastebin and emptied the tissues on the floor. I rushed to Kim's side and let her hold the plastic wastebin. She placed her head over the opening of the bin and I held her hair in a ponytail. Kim heaved again, but this time it wasn't a false alarm. She began throwing up in the wastebin. I felt so helpless, I just continued to hold her hair, and began gently rubbing her back. Kim's body continued to heave as she groaned in agony. Kim's body finally came to rest and she raised her head. As she lifted her head some of the yellow greenish slime ran down Kim's chin, down onto her shirt and bed sheet. She looked to me and I wiped the tear that was rolling down her cheek. I grabbed a tissue and cleaned up her mouth. I took the wastebin from Kim, "Lay down sweetie, I'll be right back," I comforted. I entered Kim's bathroom and emptied the contents of the wastebin into the toilet and flushed it. I rinsed out the wastebin in the tub, then, after making sure both tub and wastebin were clean, I ran a warm bath. Once the tub was full, I switched off the water and returned to Kim's side. "Come on sweetie, sit up," I instructed as I raised Kim to a seated position. "Let's get these dirty clothes off," I whispered as I raised Kim's soiled t-shirt over her head. She raised her arms and I pulled the t-shirt from her body. "Come on, let's go take a bath." I walked Kim over to the bathroom and helped her out of her gym shorts and panties. Kim held onto my arm as she stepped into the tub. She let out a satisfactory sigh as she sunk into the heated water. I placed the bar of soap on the edge of the bathtub near Kim, "I'll be right back," I whispered. I picked up Kim's dirty clothes from off the floor and tossed them into her laundry basket. I walked over to Kim's bedroom and removed the dirty sheets from off her bed. After making up the bed with nice fresh sheets I returned to the bathroom and placed the old sheets in the laundry basket. I looked over to Kim, her eyes were closed as she rested her head on the back ledge of the tub; the soap hadn't been touched. "Kimmy, you're supposed to be washing up," I faux scolded. I sat down on the floor right outside the tub. Kim opened her eyes and smiled over to me. I took the soap and dipped my hands in the warm water. I reached over and began soaping Kim's shoulders and neck. Kim stretched her hands out to me and I lathered up her warm skin. "Sit up," I whispered. Kim sat up and came closer to me. I smiled at her as I innocently began soaping her breasts. My soapy palms slid over Kim's pert mounds with ease. I didn't linger too long and eventually moved on, reaching behind her and soaping her back. "Let me have those legs." Kim giggled, which led her to cough then leaned back and slinked her legs over the edge of the tub. I soaped Kim's legs as water dripped onto the bathroom floor. When I got to her toes, Kim giggled again and pulled her legs back. "Okay, stand up so I can do the good parts," I joked. Kim stood up and I watched as water and lather streamed down her body. I reached out and began to soap her toned stomach. Sliding my hands over Kim's hips I lathered up her thighs then gently rubbed her pelvic area. There was a lot of lather buildup as I rubbed my fingers through Kim's pubic hair. She squirmed as I spent a few seconds rubbing the lips of her vagina, "When I get better I want to be the one who's the naughty nurse," she whispered. "What?!? I'm not being a naughty nurse. I'm being a nice nurse, this is just part of the job," I retorted while smiling up at Kim. "Now turn around," I added. Kim spun round and I grabbed hold of her butt cheeks. I glided my hands along Kim's soft flesh, sliding them between her cheeks. I rubbed up and down a few times then retrieved my hands. "Okay, five more minutes in the tub then it's back to bed," I said authoritatively. I dipped my hands in the water, clearing them of all suds. I got up and went into the bedroom to get some clothes for Kim to wear. I returned with a t-shirt, cotton sweats, and pair of cotton panties, resting them on the bathroom counter. I got a towel and watched as Kim stood up from the bath. Wrapping her in the towel, I helped Kim dry her skin. While Kim got dressed, I picked up her laundry basket and headed out to the living room with the intention of doing a load of laundry so as to save Kim the trouble later in the week. Summer had just walked in as I exited Kim's room. "Hey Sum, the laundry room is down the hall to the left right?" I asked. "Give it here, I was gonna do my laundry tonight, I'll put it in with my stuff," she replied. "Are you sure? There's some clothes in there with a little bit of puke on em," I explained. "That's okay, leave it, I'll do it," she insisted, "So how is she?" "Seems to be in better spirits, just got out of the bath." "Okay good, well I picked up some chicken soup for her, she should really try to eat something." "Thanks, I'll try to get her to eat a little," I replied. "And I got you some takeout, it's all on the counter." I set the laundry basket down and made my way over to the kitchen. Opening the bag Summer had set down, I took the styrofoam container out. I opened the container and steam billowed from inside. I got a small bowl and poured a little of the soup over into it. After grabbing a spoon, I made my way over to Kim's room. "Hey are you staying the night?" Summer asked just before I left. "Uhh, yeah, I'll crash on the couch," I replied. "Okay, I'll put out a pillow and some sheets." "Thanks Sum." When I entered Kim's room, she was already back in bed. "Hey Kimmy, Summer brought you some chicken soup," I announced. "mHMmm babe, I don't know if I could manage to eat anything, I really don't wanna puke again," She complained. "I know sweetie, but you haven't eaten anything all day, you really should. I only brought you a little." Kim groaned and rolled over onto her stomach, burying her head beneath her pillow. I sat at her side, on the edge of the bed, "Come on Kim, just try a little. . . please, for me." Kim rolled over and sat up, childishly folding her arms in a huff. I couldn't help but giggle. I raised a spoonful of soup to her mouth, "Do I have to make airplane sounds?" I teased. She smiled and opened her mouth. I slid the spoon in then pulled it out, "That's my girl," I cheered. I fed her another spoonful, then another, "Tastes good?" "It's okay, still kinda rough on my throat going down though," she replied. "Okay, just a couple more spoonfuls, I promise." After a five patient minutes, I fed Kim the last spoonful, "All done," I announced. I set the empty bowl and spoon down on the bedside table. "Did you take your cold medicine before getting into bed?" I asked. "Uh huh," Kim replied. I reached my palm out and pressed it against Kim's forehead, "You're still pretty warm," I told her. She held my hand in hers and brought it to the side of her face. She pressed my hand against her cheek and kissed the inside of my palm. "You're so good to me," she whispered. I leaned in and kissed her forehead, "You'd do the same thing for me babe," I said smiling down at her. "Okay, you need your rest if you wanna get better," I announced as I began to stand up. Kim held on to my hand and pulled me back, "Wait! Could you just lay with me a while?" she asked. "Of course I can baby," I replied. I crawled into bed with Kim, under the sheets. She wrapped her arm over my stomach and rested her head on my chest as I held her with both arms. I lay there with Kim till I heard a light snoring, the result of her congested nasal tract. "Kim?" I whispered. When I was sure that she was out cold, I snaked my way out of bed. I turned around and tucked her beneath her blanket. I picked up the soup bowl and took it to the kitchen. I took a quick shower and headed out to the living room. Summer had made up the couch like a bed for me. I crawled onto the couch resting my head on the pillow. I was asleep a short time later. I was awoken in the middle of the night by some noises from the kitchen. I looked over the couch and saw a figure bending into fridge. "Summer?" "No babe it's me." "Kim? Is everything okay?" I asked as I walked over to her. "Yeah, I just needed some water," she replied. Kim stood up, gulping down a bottle of water. "Babe where are your pants?" I asked surprisingly. I stared down at Kim's bare legs, her white cotton panties clearly on display, her t-shit barely reaching her waist. "It was so hot, I had to take them off," she replied. I watched Kim throw the empty bottle into the trash. I put my hand on her back and was about to walk her back to her room. "Baby, your t-shirt is soaked," I informed her. "I know, I got up in a complete cold sweat," Kim explained. "Okay, let's get you a new shirt and back into bed," I stated as we walked back to her room. I got a fresh jersey from Kim's closet as she stripped out of her damp one. The moonlight beaming into her room illuminated Kim's body. She looked so beautiful just standing there in her underwear. I handed her the jersey and she put it on then crawled back into bed. "Night baby," I whispered as I leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Goodnight Matty," she replied. I returned to the couch and eventually fell back to sleep. XXXX The next morning I was awoken by the sound of sizzling bacon. I looked over the couch and into the kitchen. Summer was standing over the stove. She must have seen some movement out of the corner of her eye because she looked over in my direction, "Morning Matty, breakfast will be ready in five minutes." I walked over to the kitchen and poured myself some juice. "How was the couch?" she asked. "More comfortable than I expected actually." I chugged the glass of juice and set it down. "So did you check on Kim yet?" I asked. "Uhh, I popped my head in when I was dropping off her clean clothes, she was still asleep." "Okay, I'll go check and see if she wants to join us for breakfast. . .Hey what time is it?" "Just after nine," Summer replied. "I have to meet up with Adam and our study group at ten. You're gonna be around for the next couple hours right?" I asked. "Yeah, don't sweat it, I'll be here." I walked over to Kim's room and quietly entered. I tiptoed over to her bed and sat on the edge. "Hey Kimmy, morning," I whispered. I watched I Kim slowly came about. She fluttered her eyes and looked up to me. "Hey baby," she replied. "How are you feeling?" I asked as I pressed the back of my palm against her forehead. "A little better, my throat still hurts and my body kinda aches." "Well you're still kinda warm but not as bad as before. Do you think you're up to having breakfast with Summer and I?" Kim scrunched up her face and shook her head. "Okay, go back to sleep then. I have to go to my study group for a little while but I'll be back soon, and I'm gonna bring you lunch, and you're gonna eat it all right?" Kim smiled and nodded, "Okay baby," she whimpered. "Summer's just outside if you need anything," I told her before leaning down and giving her a little kiss on the tip of her nose. I joined Summer back in the kitchen and we sat and had breakfast. "You know it's really sweet what you've been doing for Kim this weekend," Summer commented as we ate. "Well, what can I say, I love the girl, and I know she'd do the same for me." "It kinda reminds me when I broke my leg that summer back in high school." "I remember that, you had that huge pink cast," I recollected. "Yeah, neon pink if I remember correctly. Anyway, Adam and I had been together about five months by then. And every day for a month he came to my parents' house with lunch or cookies or snacks or whatever and sat and watched Dawson's Creek reruns with me. I think that was when I realized how much I loved him." "Well Adam did always like that show," I teased. Summer playfully jabbed me on the arm and we laughed. After breakfast I took a quick shower and headed to the library. XXXX I returned a little after noon. I made my way into Kim's room carefully holding a food tray. I stared at her empty bed. "Kim?" I called. "In here babe," she replied, her voice coming from the bathroom. "I've got lunch." "Okay, be right out." I sat the tray down on the bedside table and climbed into bed, leaning my back against the headboard. Kim came out a few minutes later, "So what's on the menu?" she asked. "I bought some lentil soup," I replied. "And are you gonna feed me again?" she asked in a baby's voice as she climbed into bed beside me. "If you want, but if I feed you, you need to eat it all out," I bargained. "Okay, I promise." With that, I picked up the bowl of soup and began to feed tiny spoonfuls to Kim. "Mmmm, this is really nice, and not too bad on my throat," Kim commented after her first taste. Kim managed to eat the whole bowl and I congratulated her for it. I was about to take the empty bowl and tray out to the kitchen when my phone beeped, indicating I'd received an email. I whipped out my phone and checked the email. I smiled to myself and handed the phone to Kim, it was a get well e-card from Kelsey, by way of Maggie. "Awwww, that's so sweet," I heard Kim saying as I walked out to the kitchen. I returned to Kim's room, "So what do you wanna do now?" I asked. "Well I'm not sure I should go back to bed with a tummy full of soup," Kim replied as she rubbed her slightly swollen stomach. "Wanna come hang out on the couch with me? I have one last chapter to get through for class tomorrow." "Okay, it'll be nice to get out of the room for a bit." "Have you taken you meds yet?" I asked. Kim shook her head. I poured a capful of the cold medicine and watched as Kim swallowed it. Kim and I made our way into the living room. She sat in the corner of the couch and stretched her legs out, resting her feet on my lap. I opened my textbook and began to review as Kim flipped through television channels with the volume turned down low. When I was done with the final page of the chapter I closed the book and let out a sigh of relief. I looked over to Kim and saw that she had fallen asleep. I carefully lifted her feet off me, then picked her up and carried her over to her bed. I took the opportunity to quickly drive home and get a change of clothes. On my way back I picked up some burgers for Summer and I. After dinner I checked on Kim. She was just waking up when I entered the room. "Hey baby, what do you want for dinner?" I softly asked. She rubbed her eyes and looked in my direction. "I think I just want a slice of toast and some tea," she replied. "Okay, I can do that." "I'm gonna take a quick shower," Kim stated as she rolled out of bed. "What? You don't want another of my specialty baths?" I joked. She smiled and walked up to me, kissing me on the cheek, "As much as I enjoyed your bath yesterday, I just wanna step in the shower for two seconds then crawl right back into bed." "Okay baby," I replied kissing her on the forehead. When I returned with a slice of toast and cup of tea, Kim was already back in bed. I sat with her while she ate then took the dirty dishes out to the kitchen. "I'm gonna take a shower babe," I told Kim before stepping into the bathroom. When I got done showering I stepped back into the bedroom and heard Kim moaning. I looked over to the bed; she was completely covered up with blankets. I sat on the edge of the bed and lifted the blanket off of her; she was laid on her stomach, her head beneath her pillow. She moaned again. "What the matter baby?" I asked as I removed the pillow that was covering her head. "My body just aches all over," she whimpered. "Awww, my poor baby," I whispered sympathetically. I placed my hands on her shoulder blades and began to massage her. "Does that feel a little better?" I asked as I moved my hands to the small of her back. "Mhmm hmm," Kim moaned. I continued massaging my way down Kim's body, over her hips, then her thighs and finally her legs and feet. I made my way back up to Kim's shoulders then rolled her over. "Feeling better?" I asked. "A little," she replied. "Okay, you should get to sleep; I'll see you in the morning." "Wait, could you stay and sleep with me tonight?" Kim begged, "I really don't think you'll catch whatever I've got, and if you do I promise I'll take good care of you just like you have," she argued. "Okay baby," I replied as I crawled into bed with Kim. "Come on, get under the covers," I instructed as I held the blanket up. Kim snuggled up to my side and I held her in my arms. XXXX I awoke the next morning to the sensation of Kim's finger rubbing circles against my chest. I slowly opened my eyes to the sight of her angelic face smiling at me. "Feeling better?" I asked. "Much!" she excitedly replied. "That's wonderful sweetie." "Uh huh," Kim acknowledged before crawling onto me. Lying on top of me, Kim rested her head on my chest and I combed my fingers through her hair. Whether it was regular morning wood or the fact that Kim's warm body was pressed against mine, I wasn't sure, but I felt my erection pressing against Kim's thigh, and knew she could feel it too. "You know, it's been a while since I took my medicine," Kim said as she looked up at me. I reached over and was about to grab the bottle of cold medicine when I felt Kim wiggling her way down my body. "No baby, not that medicine . . . this medicine," she explained as she pressed her cheek against my arching erection that was trapped in my boxers. Before I had any time to put up a protest, Kim had pulled my boxers to around my knees and had begun swirling her tongue around the tip of my cock. "Ohh god baby," I groaned as Kim slipped my erection into her warm mouth. She sucked her way to the base of my shaft then slowly made her way back to its tip. Kim's soft wet tongue was driving me insane, tantalizingly dragging along the underside of my shaft. Kim wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft, holding me in place as she kissed every inch of my throbbing manhood. Kim returned to the tip of my penis and slurped on my precum before sliding me back into her mouth. I placed my hand on the back of Kim's head as she slowly bobbed up and down. She alternated between sliding me in and out of her mouth really quickly to teasingly slow, a tactic she knew would drive me to climax in no time at all. "Ahhh Kimmy, I'm gonna cum," I groaned. Kim continued sucking on the top half of my shaft as she stroked the other half of my cock with her hand. I jerked my hips and felt myself spew into her mouth. "ahhhhh fucckkkk!" Kim continued sucking on the tip of my penis while her stroking hand slowed and tightened. My cock had begun to deflate when Kim released her grasp on me. I watched as she slid me out of her mouth and swallowed my cum. With a definitive gulp, she looked up at me, "Wow, that was a lot of cum," she laughed as she wiped the sides of her mouth. I pulled her over to me and she kissed me. I could taste the distinctiveness of my semen as I sucked on her tongue. "That was amazing," I panted, "I hope you let me return the favor." "Oh I'm sure you'll get your chance but not before we've had breakfast, I'm starving." "Hungry? Wow, you really are better," I commented. "What time is your class?" she asked. "Uhh this afternoon, at one." I informed her. "Great, I don't have class till this evening, let's go to IHOP, I'm in the mood to pig out, my treat though." "Sounds awesome," I replied. We got out of bed and got changed. Summer was in the living room on her laptop when we came out. "Hey Sum, wanna come IHOP with us? I'm paying," Kim asked. "No thanks sweetie, I'm doing some last minute studying for my midterm this afternoon, you two enjoy yourselves though," Summer replied. Kim walked over to the couch and leaned over and kissed Summer on the forehead. Summer giggled and looked up, "What's that for?" "For being an awesome roommate and taking good care of me. . .thanks." "Aww babe, don't even mention it." We waved goodbye to Summer and made our way down to the parking lot. As we sat in the booth at IHOP, I chuckled when the waitress set down Kimberly's giant stack of chocolate pancakes in front of her. Kim grinned at me and we ate. Much to my surprise, Kim proudly cleared her entire plate. As she insisted, Kim paid the bill and we headed back to her place. She was about to hop out the car and head upstairs when my phone rang. "Hello?. . . Hey sweetie," I answered, looking at the confused expression on Kim's face, I'm sure she was wondering who I was calling "Sweetie." "Yes, she's right here, hold on." I handed the phone over to Kim. "Hello? . . .Hi Kelsey! How are you? . . .Oh I'm all better now, thanks to your Uncle Matty, he took super good care of me. . . .Oh that's wonderful to hear. . .Okay goodbye honey, and thanks so much for the card. Okay byebye." Kim handed me the phone, a wide grin on her face. She leaned over and kissed me, "So I'll see you this evening?" "Yeah, if I remember correctly I owe you something from this morning," I replied, watching Kim blush. I watched as Kim walked off then drove to my place. XXXX That night I didn't get to Kim's place till around eight. I knew she had class till six thirty so I wanted to give her some time for herself. I knocked on the door and Summer let me in. "Hey Matty, I'm just on my way out," she told me. "Celebrating on doing well on your midterm I hope." "Yep, it went well," she replied. "So where are you headed?" I asked. "Actually. . . I'm going over to your place," she blushed. I returned her smile, "Have fun." "You too," she replied as she left. I made my way into Kim's room. She wasn't there but I could hear the shower from her bathroom. I lay down on her bed, hanging my feet over the edge, bent at the knee, and browsed my phone as I waited for Kim. Kim came waltzing in a few minutes later. I looked up at her from my laid down position. She was dressed in just her white towel robe that ended just above her knees, and her wet hair hung over both shoulders. "Hi baby, I was wondering when you would get here," she greeted. I smiled up at her as she walked over to me. "I think I owe you something," I coyly stated. "Oh really," Kim replied as she opened her robe to reveal her nude body. Kim crawled onto me and we kissed. I slid my hands inside her robe and let my palm roam over her smooth body; her skin was still wet from her shower. With both hands gripping Kim's butt cheeks, I pulled her forward more and more. Kim finally got the idea and wiggled her way up my body. I stared up at the wonderful folds of her vagina, right above me. I raised my head, rubbing my nose against her prickly pubes. I urged her to lower herself and she did, gently sitting on my face. I stuck my tongue out and slid it into Kim's warm opening, twirling it around. I heard Kim moan when I felt my nose press against her clit. Roaming my hands over Kim's ass, I delved my tongue into her pussy over and over again. "Ohh yess baby," Kim moaned as she rode my face. My tongue was moving with great pace now, sliding into and out of Kim's dripping pussy. With her cunt pressed against my face, I breathed in deeply; her scent was intoxicating. I held onto Kim's hips as she began rocking her body back and forth, grinding herself onto me. "Fuck baby mhmmmm!" she cried as I felt her convulse. This was followed by a brief flow of her juices all over my face. I continued sucking on Kim's sopping pussy as she climaxed. I didn't stop my probing tongue once Kim's orgasm subsided; instead, I gripped her hips and shifted her up a little more. I gripped Kim's butt cheeks and pulled them apart. I was partially blocked but I could make out the sight of Kim's crinkled asshole. I pushed my tongue into her and felt her warmth. "Ohh god Matty!" Kim squealed I as felt her body shiver. I swirled my tongue around, dancing circles around her tight asshole. As I was busy spreading Kim's butt cheeks with my hands, she lowered her hand to her vagina. I watched her rub her fingers furiously against her engorged clit. It didn't take long for Kim's second orgasm to take control of her body. I felt her anus contract around my diving tongue and Kim cried out aloud. Kim finally crawled off of my face and collapsed on the bed. Her heavy breathing filled the air. I lay beside her and watched as she clasped her breasts with her hands. Her skin was rosy and flush, beaded with sweat. "I've gotten you all sweaty, you might need another shower," I whispered. Kim turned her face to mine and we pressed our lips together. She almost engulfed my tongue, sucking on it hard and long. She finally released me, "Ohh fuck Matty, that was amazing," she gasped. "I gotta say, it was quite enjoyable on my side as well," I admitted. We lay there while Kim recuperated. I was rubbing my palm across Kim's abdomen, letting my fingers groom through her pubic hair. "Have you ever thought of shaving it?" I asked. Kim raised her head and looked down at my hands playing with her. "Do you want me to?" "Well it's not like I don't like it now how it is, I was just kinda curious as to how it would look," I explained. "I told you I used to shave it," "You didn't like it?" I interrupted. "Well I wouldn't say that, but I just got tired of all the upkeep I guess. I could shave it if you want, and if you like it I wouldn't mind keeping it like that, for a little while at least." I remained silent for a bit. "Have you ever thought about shaving yours. . .like, all of it?" Kim asked. "What?! You know I keep down there trimmed and neat for you," I replied, tickling Kim's stomach. I watched as Kim's body quivered as she laughed, "I know, but you got me thinking, I wouldn't mind seeing what it'd look like. . .you know; bare." "Well I've never shaved it all off but I guess I could give it a try," I replied. "Maybe it's something we can do together, maybe this weekend," Kim suggested. "That sounds like fun," I replied. I was sliding my finger in circles around Kim's bellybutton when she turned to me, "I think I'm ready." That was all I needed. I immediately got up and quickly stripped out of my clothes, while Kim removed her robe. Kim pulled me back down onto the bed and crawled onto me. I felt her fingertips on the head of my penis. She positioned me against the slick lips of her pussy and then sunk down onto me. We both let out matching groans. "Oh god baby, I've missed this so much," Kim moaned as she held herself down on me. "Me too baby," I replied as Kim lowered her head to mine. We pressed our lips together as Kim raised herself up and slowly slid back down. I held Kim's face in my hands as I began to raise my hips to meet her up and down actions. On one particular occasion, I thrust hard up into Kim; she gasped into my mouth and a squeal escaped her, "Oh yess Matt," she groaned. As Kim continued bouncing up and down on me, I placed my hands on her hips, pulling her hard onto me, her warm pussy swallowing my hard cock. "Ahhhh fuckk babbyyy," Kim cried as I felt her cumming. Her pussy tightened around me and she dug her fingers into my chest. I let myself go and pressed hard up into Kim, feeling myself explode. Kim squirmed her vagina around my pulsating penis as I shot my spunk into her. We eventually calmed and Kim lay down ontop of me, my cock still buried inside her. Kim and I stared into each other's eyes and just lay there. Her pelvis was pressed against my groin, trapping my softening penis inside her. "I could feel my cum leaking out of you," I told Kim. We both giggled, "I guess we're really going to need that bath huh," Kim commented. "I guess so," I replied. "Could we just lay here for a bit?" Kim asked as she rested her head on my chest. "Of course baby." I wrapped my arms around Kim and held her tight. We were laid there for a few minutes. After a while, my hands began to roam across Kim's back. Eventually, I was rubbing her firm ass cheeks and feeling myself getting hard again. Kim raised her head and stared at me with wide eyes, "Baby!" Kim said in surprise as she felt my cock surge to attention inside of her. Now I was fully hard inside Kim. I pulled her face to mine and we kissed and giggled. We both laughed as I rolled Kim onto her back and began thrusting into her. My motion was slow and tender to begin with as Kim and I explored each other's mouths with our tongues. Soon enough I was plunging hard into Kim, feeling the lips of her pussy stretch to accept me. She was wildly bucking her hips up against my thrusts as we both groaned in delight. I pulled my tongue from Kim's mouth and lowered my face to her sweat drenched cleavage. I happily suckled at her breasts as we continued to fuck. Minutes later I could feel myself cumming again. I pulled my lips from Kim's breasts, my mouth agape as I spilled my seed for the second time "MHMMMmmm yes baby, fuck yess!" Kim cried as her own orgasm traversed her body. Our bodies quivered as one as we reached bliss together. "Fuck baby," I groaned as I collapsed onto Kim's body. Kim held my head against her chest as my shriveled penis slipped from her vagina. I watched as Kim slid her hand down to her pussy, wiping her lips. I then heard sucking noises as Kim raised her hand to her mouth. "Mmmm," Kim moaned. "Are you ready for that bath?" I asked, turning to face Kim. She smiled and nodded. "Come on, let's go," I said as I stood up and took Kim's hand. We walked off together into the shower.
10 Days in Hollywood: Day 03	32,746	4.6	1,514,142	[ "facial", "oral", "anal" ]	\\DISCLAIMER\\ Please note that this story is a 100% work for fiction and the characters are not reflective of their real life counterparts and are not endorsed. Any similarity to real life events are pure coincidental. At the end of day, this is a fictional fantasy story, nothing more. Enjoy! Light peeked through the curtains as I opened my eyes. I wasn't sure if it was the squelching noise that did it but I was awake now and completely unsure of the time. I extended my left arm out to touch the spot next to me but it was empty. Rubbing my eyes, I started to come to and I could feel the reason why I woke up. Her mouth felt incredibly warm on my cock and it was incredibly wet and well lubricated. Her tongue running up and down the side of my length as the head run along the top of her mouth. I grabbed the top of the sheet and threw it back, looking down at the top of the brunettes head as she went up and down my cock. Aware that she was no longer covered, Brie looked up at me with my cock in her mouth. It popped out of her mouth, hitting my stomach, as a smile grew across her face. "Good morning Richard. I thought you'd appreciate this kind of wake up. " "Oh, I really appreciate it. " Life is good. 10 days in Hollywood -- Day 3 Starring Brie Larson, Alice Eve & Jessica Chastain Featuring Kirsten Dunst, Emma Stone, Elizabeth Olsen & Amy Adams MF, Oral, Anal, facial Brie wriggled up my body, licking my chest on her the way, before kissing me on the lips. She grabbed my cock and slid it straight into her awaiting pussy, already wet from her excitement. As I entered her, Brie let out a little moan and the smile on her face grew bigger. Her warm pussy surrounded my cock as she leaned up on her arms and started to move over me allowing my cock to go in and out of her. Her hands had done a good job of exciting her as she was already quite wet and I brought my arms up to her breasts, flicking her nipples to excite her some more. She moaned at my touch as I rubbed my index and middle fingers over both nipples, grabbing them in between my fingers and pulling with a little force. "Oh yeah, that feels nice." She moaned as she increased the pace of swaying, her eyes closed. Pulling away from my fingers, Brie sat upright and bounced on my cock, wanting to get to her orgasm quickly. I took a moment to admire her body as I looked up at her, her pussy was glistening and her breasts looked incredibly pert. I watched them heave and jiggle as she bounced on top of me; they looked incredible. Brie grabbed my hands and forced them to her hips and I slipped them around to cup her arse. Her speed increased more as her moans turned into screams and I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock. She moved some hair out of her face, slightly out of breath from reaching her orgasm. I leaned up and took her face in my hands, bringing my lips to hers. My tongue force its way into her mouth and massaged hers passionately. She moaned into mouth as I kissed her, allowing me to spin around and push her back onto the bed. I looked down her in the eyes as I made one big thrust into her. She moaned as her orgasm was still fresh, my cock fully inside her giving her a new sensation. Grabbing her left leg, I brought it up over my shoulder and I placed some soft kisses on her muscular thigh. I thrust into her hard, pinning her shoulders to the bed, feeling the tightness increase with her leg held up. Leaning down, I pinned her shoulder down with her leg, the look of lust in her eyes increasing as I started to dominate her. Brie brought her arm around and scratched her nails down the length of my back before grabbing my arse. "Yeah, fuck me. Fuck me hard." She moaned as I thrust deeply into her. After a few more scratches on my back, I pulled my cock out of her. There was a look of disappointment in her eyes but I knew I wasn't going to cum in that position; she was too wet. I picked her up by the arm and threw her forward on the bed; she landed on all fours and knew exactly what I wanted. She lowered her front so her chest was flat on the bed, her hole begging me to be entered. I positioned myself directly behind her and plunged my cock straight into her pussy, the wetness allowing my full length to go straight in. Grabbing her hips, I pushed myself into her pussy hard and held onto her hips tightly. She had given up with the moaning and was screaming with pleasure as I fucked her pussy in complete contrast to what happened the night before. Letting go of one hip, I used my right hand to grab her hair and pulled it back, her eyes trying to peek over to lock them with me. She tried to say something between the moans and screams but failed, instead enjoying my thursting. My orgasm approached immediately and I shot cum directly into her pussy. I let go of her hair as I climaxed and held onto her hips tightly, intent on keeping us in the same position. I arched my head back as I tried to catch my breath. It seemed to last forever but I eventually pulled out and sat on the bed, my back against the headboard. Brie collapsed onto her stomach before rolling onto her side and looking at me with a smile on her face. I smiled back at her, feeling incredibly satisfied. "Now I thought you were a good gentle boy. That was not gentle..." "I guess you just brought it out of me. Sorry." I replied, a bead of sweat rolling down my face. "Do not apologise, that wasn't fantastic. You fucked the speech out of me at one point." She said laughing, "You want breakfast?" Then it hit me that I was supposed to be meeting Emilio. I looked over to the side to see my phone on the chair next to change of clothes Brie had provided me. Walking over, I picked it up to see that I have six missed calls and they were all from Emilio. "I'd love to but I got to go meet my guy, we have a meeting this afternoon about a possible project. " "Okay, well I certainly hope that I'm going to get to see you again before your wares are fully pimped out." "If I can fit you in, I would love to see you again." "Well you fit in me fine so I'm sure you'll be able to return the favour." She said with a devilish grin, I called Emilio to let him know where I was and he agreed to collect me. Brie got dressed into her gym kit as I spoke to him and went to make a coffee pot for us. The change of clothes she provided didn't fit perfectly but they were clean and didn't smell of sick so they had the advantage over the suit. Going downstairs, I joined Brie for the coffee and she told me all about the research she was doing in preparation for starring as Captain Marvel. It was really interesting to see how passionate she was about the project, more than you would expect from other blockbusters. She said it came from doing smaller types of films and how much you had to care about them to get them made in the first place. Bringing that sort of attitude to larger films is what ensured the soul would remain in them. Emilio arrived about half an hour later and we went our separate ways. She took my number and promised to text me when she saw the screener of my film. I was a bit excited to see what she would think of it as she seemed to have good taste. Emilio seemed just as impressed as I was with her and was flabbergasted when I told him of my experience with her. He congratulated me on the success rate I had since I'd arrived in LA but warned me to keep my business head on with the meeting we were heading to. Twenty minutes later, we were in the Grove to meet Amy's producing partner Brett. He appeared very friendly as he approached us, dressed in a dark blue shirt and a light green shirt, a bit of an outlandish combination in my opinion. "So how was the party last night? I hope you had a good time, I've been to those a few times." Brett said just after the waitress took our order. "Well it was quite eventful, more so than I expected." "Yeah, it's one of the wild ones. There are plenty more sedate ones out there so don't get too used to it!" he chuckled through his reply. "And Melissa, did you meet her?" "Um... yeah. She was..." I paused a moment to think of what to say. "Did Amy say she's going through a divorce?" "Yeah, she started it late last year. Why? What happened?" "Well she was incredibly drunk, like really far gone. When I arrived she was singing show tunes while wearing a cape. She sought me out later but before we had a change to properly talk, she was sick all over me." "Not the best first impression, huh?" Emilio interjected. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry Richard, we'll have a chat with her about it. " "Don't be too hard on her; I'm sure the embarrassment will be enough. " "Although she instigated it, she's not taking it too well. She is worried about what people will think of her, especially considering the leak from a few years ago." She was part of the Fappening leak in 2015, pictures she took with her husband of them having sex had been splashed and viewed by millions. She was just in the process of getting the Supergirl role so wasn't as affected as some of the bigger names. "I'll see if I can arrange something with her to give her the opportunity to apologise. I'm sure she'll make another impression on you, a better one this time." Brett advised. "Have you thought about Brie Larson in the role instead?" Brett laughed as I changed the subject slightly. "Yeah, she was who the character was based on but Marvel has her completely locked up. We'd have no chance." he replied. "Any is doing a reading for some supporting actresses in a few days. I checked with Emilio and he said you have the day free but can you come over? It would be great if you could join her and give your opinion." I looked at Emilio and he nodded. "Yeah I could do that. Send me the details over and I will be there." As we finished arranging it, the food arrived at our table and we tucked into eating. I learned the history of Amy and Brett's friendship as they started in the industry at the same time but on opposite sides of the camera. She had even joined him and his husband on their honeymoon cruise. The meeting went really well and it was agreed they would send the contract details to my management company for them to review and for me to sign when I returned to London. The meeting concluded after several hours of chat as we got to know each other better, laying a path to make the working relationship easier. We shook hands after the meal and agreed to keep in touch in case there was any change of plans. After they left the room, I waited a couple of minutes as Emilio went to pay the bill and we walked out into the sun light. There was nothing planned for the rest of the day so we took a walk around the Grove and Emilio gave me an insight into the people he's worked with. We were just entering a store when his phone rang and he had to take a call. I walked on into the store and looked through the available shirts when I noticed a blonde follow me in, seemingly checking me out. I couldn't see her face but she was wearing a short white dress and a pair of sandals on her feet, the straps going up her tanned legs. I was about the approach her when I saw Emilio walk into the store. "I'm really sorry man but my brother's been involved in a car accident. I've got to the hospital." "Oh jeez, don't apologise. Go on, I'll make my own way back to house. Let me know later how he is." He brought himself in before walking out of the store. I went back to the shirts and I noticed that the blonde had seemingly disappeared. I grabbed a couple of shirts from the rack and walked back to the changing area. There was no one admitting people so I walked into one of the stalls and stripped my top off. I grabbed one of the shirts and slid it on, fidgeting with the cut on my shoulders a little bit. There was no mirror in the stall so I walked out to the changing corridor where I noticed a full length mirror on my way in. Standing at the end of the corridor, in front of the mirror, was the blonde woman from earlier. I could tell it was the same person due to the strapping of the sandals; they snaked up her smooth calf muscles and stopped just short of her knee. The white dress was gone and she stood there clad only in a black thong, she had a nice rounded bubble butt, toned by the gym and squats. My view of the reflection of her breasts was blocked by her back but I could tell she was thin with an exquisite curve to her hips. I couldn't see her face as her head was turned to the side and only her nose snuck out from behind her hair. "This store was supposed to be closed for me this afternoon and me only." she said in a thick middle-class English accent. "But I saw you come in and I couldn't resist letting you stay. " The voice sounded familiar but I couldn't place it. "And why would you let me stay?" "Because I've wanted to fuck you for years Richard and this seems like as good a place as anywhere." She bent down as she pulled the thong down her legs, showing good flexibility by keeping her legs straight. I watched her movement with eager eyes, the lips of her pussy peeking through her thigh gap. It looked smooth and tight from this angle. As she stood straight, she lifted her foot up and removed her thong from it. With a good aim, she threw it over her shoulder and into my waiting arms. "Put that in your pocket; consider it a trophy for your war chest." "I know you, don't I?" I asked, still unsure who it was. "Course you do darling," she said as she turned to face me. "You did go out with my friend." I had a look of disbelief as I saw Alice Eve standing naked in front of me. A few years ago, I had gone out with her friend Elizabeth for a few months and her friends disapproved of me, they were all upper class and a guy from the east end of London was not someone they should date. Eventually, they told her that I'd slept with Alice when we were working on a play together, which broke her heart and our relationship. I had tried to make her see the truth but they had set her mind completely against me and I couldn't salvage our relationship. I didn't know how much Alice had been involved in the break up but she had remained the focal point of my hate for these years. "And why should I want to come anywhere near you?" "Because look at me..." I did as she commanded and surveyed her body. The work in the gym had certainly paid off; her stomach was incredibly flat and quite toned from crunches with her abdominal muscles showing through in a feminine way. Her breasts had always been large, about a 32D I think, and they had a great shape to them because of the gym work, no sign of sag whatsoever. Looking down, her legs were long and toned with a nice tan on them and waxed completely smooth. Speaking of smooth, her pussy was completely free of hair and looked to be very neat, no labia showing through. "You've got me there." "Trust me, when everything went down with Elizabeth, I was conflicted and did tell her that I didn't do anything but she'd known that I wanted you. Why did you think they told her it was me who shagged you? There were plenty of others who were much sluttier than me. Also, she knew she what went on in the theatre and how all actresses are hussies." I laughed at her comment. "But I have a much more personal reason. " "Which is?" I asked as she started to stride towards me. "After you, she became a bit of a whore herself, fed up of being the good girl all the time. So she had a couple of affairs and then fucked my husband when we were at a party. She sucked his cock as I sat in the next room with her parents! So I vowed, if I got the opportunity, I'd suck you and fuck you and send her a picture of it to enjoy." I smiled as she stepped in front of me, her lips only inches from my own. "I knew it was only a matter of time before you made the leap across the Atlantic, you're too talented to stay with the London stage." "And your husband?" I asked "That guilty little shit? He knows the deal. In London, I'm the prim and proper obedient wife. Just as suited to someone of my station, like papa wants me to be." "And in Los Angeles?" "I'm whatever the fuck I want to be. " Alice leaned in and placed her lips on my own; her hands brought up and gently rested on my chest. "Why would I want to be a part of your revenge plot?" I asked "Because she wasn't the only heartbroken one? Because I'm fucking gorgeous and standing naked in front of you with perfect breasts? Because you're bored? I honestly couldn't give a shit!" I was taken slightly aback by how crude and forthright she was being. "I've known you five years and in that entire time, I've wanted to fuck you. You've got a nice cock and you know how to pleasure a woman, I've literally heard the orgasm. Unless of course you're no longer the Richard Cole I know and you're just some Hollywood hipster pussy now." I had to give it to her; she knew how to rile me up. She brought her mouth close to mine and licked my lips, her tongue tapping my nose as he pulled away. I looked at her with a ton of hate in my eyes, the girl was an utter bitch but she was completely right and her body looked too amazing to turn down. "Get your phone then." She turned heel and walked to the end booth. Leaning it to grab her phone, I took the opportunity to look at the side view of her body. She was very lithe and breasts and bum appeared large in comparison to the rest of her body. After picking the phone up, she walked back to me and started to lean in and kiss me but I stopped her with a hand to her shoulder. I grabbed the phone and scrolled through the options to access her album. It was full of selfies and some group shots of her friends. I was disappointed there were no nudes but came to the conclusion she was much more careful than that. "If we're doing this; we'll do it my way. On your knees slut!" I commanded. Alice did as commanded and looked up at me with willing eyes. I took the phone and snapped a photo of her face. She couldn't help but hold a pose and let out a little giggle as I started to snap. She stopped as she saw the serious look on my face though. "Get on with it then and we'll see if you earn the right to have my cock in you!" Alice took the hint and undid my belt, even on her knees she was at a good height. She pulled it from the jeans and threw it into the changing room next to us. Slowly, she undid the buttons on the jeans without breaking eye contact. I'd switched over from the camera to the video and hit the record button; she was a natural looking down the lens. I decided to have a little fun. "So who are we dedicating this video to?" Her eyes looked a little bit shocked but she eased into it. She lowered the jeans and my boxer shorts, allowing my already hard cock to hit her in the face. She nuzzled it while giggling before grabbing hold with her right hand. Placing a kiss on the head as she pulled the foreskin back, her eyes returned to the camera. She took the head of the cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around. Alice's eyes rolled up to show her enjoyment and made a muffled sound. She took my cock out and held it close by. "You may not have understood but I said this is dedicated to Slutty Lizzy Grantham." Alice immediately returned my cock into her mouth and started to suck up and down it. Her mouth wasn't the biggest so only managed to get half of it down before my cock hit the back of her throat. She kept her gaze on the camera as her mouth went up and down my cock, her left hand reaching around and gripping my arse cheek. A lot of saliva worked up in her mouth and she spat some on my cock after pulling it out of her mouth and pumped it with her right hand. "God this cock tastes nice Richard. Can't believe Lizzie gave it up." Alice was about to put my cock back into her mouth but stopped as the head reached her lips. She winked at me before dropping her head down and running her tongue along my balls, licking all around. I kept them shaved for just this purpose and she took each ball into her mouth and sucked on them. "God this feels good." I moaned as she hungrily sucked on my balls. "My pussy is drenched; I can't wait for you to get in there!" "Well stand up and I will." Alice jumped up from her knees and wrapped her arms around me. Overcome with lust, she forced her tongue into my mouth and wriggled it around ferociously; I struggled to keep her phone in my hand and dropped it onto the floor. I lifted her up in my arms and took her right nipple into my mouth, sucking on it hard. She moaned as I played with her sensitive nipple; wrapping her legs around me and grinding her pussy into my abdomen. I gripped her arse hard as I swapped between her nipples, sucking and biting them in turn. "Christ, I need that cock in me." I lowered her to the floor and kissed her lips, holding in her head in place as our passion was inflamed even more. As I let her go, Alice bit her lip and looked around the area. She turned around and walked to the mirror and before rounding the corner. I followed in her footsteps while stroking my penis to ensure its hardness, feeling her pussy juices on my cock. As I turned the corner; I was greeted by the sight of Alice on her side, laying on a leather sofa, her legs spread and fingers teasing her clit. "You better get here before I finish myself off." Following her instructions, I immediately put my knees on the leather and moved my cock to her entrance. I smiled as I slowly slid my cock into her awaiting pussy, sliding in easily due to the wetness. I started to thrust into her tightness when I remembered to use the camera in my hand. I turned on the video and filmed her body as my cock into her pussy, her legs wrapping around my hip. "Tell the camera how much you love my cock!" "Oh my god.... So much.... So good." Alice said in between moans. "Can you imagine anyone giving it up?" "Lord no, stupid bitch!" I chuckled to myself as she let it out the insult, knowing how much she was loving my cock in her. I reach beck my hand and slapped her arse hard, timing it to hit as my cock reached full length inside of her. "Harder! Make me cum!" Alice screamed. I followed her instructions and continued to spank her arse as I thrust into her harder. Her body started to shake as she started to climax so I continued to thrust inside of her. I reached my hand again and gave her arse the hardest slap. "Oh my God, yes! I'm cumming! Ooohh!" Alice's body fell limp as she enjoyed her orgasm and I slowed my thrusting. I looked over her naked body as she laid there still for a moment, her eyes closed and her hands gently rubbing her breasts. "You ready for the money shot?" I asked. Meekly, Alice nodded her head and slid down onto the floor, moving to the front of me on her knees. I moved to sit down on the sofa as Alice grabbed my penis and moved it to her mouth. Stopping her hand, I shook my head and pointed at her breasts. She knew exactly what I wanted and, as I turned the video recorder back on, Alice placed my cock between her pert breasts and started to move it in between her. Alice was looking down at her breasts as she pumped hard, a little bit of pre-cum seeping out. "I'm going to cover you like Lizzie wanted but never got!" She looked at me with a smile as she increased the pace of the pumping with her breasts. She lowered he head just as my cum started to spurt out hard, covering her. Like a trooper, she carried on pumping allowing all my cum to spray over her face, neck and chest. To my surprise, she rubbed my penis over her nipple, depositing the last of the cum on it. As the camera rolled, she lifted the breast to her mouth and sucked the cum off of her nipple. "That was lovely, thank you Richard." Alice said to the camera and finishing off with a wink. I put the phone to the side and leaned back against the wall, Alice already getting off her feet and walking into a cubicle to retrieve her dress. She returned to me with her dress and bra back on but was clearly not wearing the thong as it was will in the pocket of my trousers. "Thank you Richard, I enjoyed that revenge fuck and you were really good. I may approach you again for a normal fuck, maybe pass your name around the girls. You'll get to shag the whole crew then." She leaned in and kissed me on the lips, cum still on her face, and massaged her tongue on mine. I felt her grab the phone as she stood back up. "I'm going to go out the back exit, more private that way. You leave by the front in five minutes; the manager is across the road so she'll come back over when she sees you leave." She walked out toward the shop floor without saying as much as a good bye. I let out a sigh of relief after what had just happened and smiled at my experience. After a couple of minutes, I realised the stupidity of me sitting in a changing room semi-naked and I got up to put my clothes back on. I left the shirts I was trying in the changing area and headed to the front of the store. I decided to walk around the Grove for a bit to get comfortable in the city a bit more; I imagined I would be spending more time here if the deal to direct Amy's film went through. I browsed in a few of the clothing stores and the Apple shop; buying several new tops and an Apple watch to take back home before popping into an artisan coffee shop. I realised that I hadn't checked my phone all day so decided to scroll through it while drinking my latte. There were two voice mails and a text message waiting for me after I turned it on. The text was from Emilio to inform me that his brother was okay but being kept in for observation. It was unlikely he would be with me tomorrow so would e-mail my inventory later on in the day. I clicked onto my voice mail and listened to both of the messages. "Richard, this is Amy. I've spoken to Brett and he told me all about last night. I'm really sorry about what happened with Mel. I'm having dinner with her tomorrow so I'll speak to her then about it. I know she's having a hard time but that amount of drinking in a public party will do her no good, she'll get a reputation. I'll see you in a couple of days for the tests." I clicked onto message two. "Hi, I hope this is Richard Cole. My name's Kirsten Dunst and I am an actress. I've heard you're in town and that you may have a new project. I'm looking to make some sort of come back and would be really interested in meeting you. My number is 874-698-144; hope to hear from you. " The second message was certainly a turn up for the books. I'd had a crush on Kirsten since I first saw her in 'Bring It On!' and she'd aged very well, though I hadn't seen her in anything since 'Batchelorette'. I made a mental note to get the rest of my week planned so I could try and fit her in, maybe get a bit more than just a lunch meeting. I must have gone into a bit of a day dream because, when I came to, there was a red head standing over me. I recognised her instantly as Emma Stone, the star of 'La La Land' that everyone was excited about at the moment. She smiled at me before sitting in the seat opposite me. "Hi, I hope you don't mind me bothering you. I'm Emma. You're Richard Cole, right?" She said as she extended her hand. I took her hand and shook it with a smile on my face. "That is me and there's no need to introduce yourself, I know who you are. I'm a big fan of your work. Easy A is a masterpiece. I'm surprised you know who I am though. " "Well it was my friend who recognised you," she said nodding to a brunette in the corner. "But once she did; I had to come and say hello." "Oh thank you. Your friend looks familiar too, is she famous?" "Yeah; her name's Elizabeth Olsen. She wanted to come over but she's on the phone with her ex, they're going through custody issues over a dog." "Well then let's hope that doesn't get messy." "No. Well anyway, I just had to say I really liked 'Dandelion'. I thought it was really romantic and a good departure from your stage work." "You know my stage stuff?" I asked This surprised me as I had written a few plays but they'd only been performed at a few small theatres in the UK. It would be the equivalent of 'off off Broadway' and had been limited to a few hundred people for each play. "Well I was filming in London and caught one during one of my days off. I was a lot less famous then so it was easier to go incognito. A friend has seen all of them so she arranged for videos of yours and a few other people's plays to head my way." "Thank you, I'm glad you've enjoyed them. A few were quite personal but I'm glad others appreciate them." "I don't mean to pry but did you do any of the sex stuff? I mean it can be a bit full on if you're a prude?" My mind wandered as the film had three sex scenes and my experience with Amy called back to two of them. "A couple yeah, others are from what my friends have had. I mean, sex is a part of life, there's no reason to be afraid or hide from it. Nothing the body does naturally should be taboo." "Even the orgy?" she blurted out before going slightly red. "Well I've never been involved in an orgy but never say never." I was wondering where this would be going when Elizabeth called over to Emma, indicating the time and that they had to leave. "Oh, I'm sorry, we have to run. There's a concert tonight and it's a while away so we've got to head off. I'll see you around." I nodded to her and said goodbye as she left. I took the opportunity to look at her as she did and was surprised that she had a bit of an arse on her. She always seemed tall and thin so a nice feature like that was appreciated. After they left, I finished my latte and checked the time. It was starting to get on in the afternoon so I decided to head back to the condo for an early night and to write some pointers on the script Amy had sent me. After picking up an Uber, the drive back to the condo went quickly as the traffic wasn't too bad. The forty five minutes in the car gave me the opportunity to read through some business e-mails and the itinerary from Emilio. Luckily he'd decided to give me a day by day play for the next week. Tomorrow seemed a fairly easy day with a viewing of a film by Spanish director Diego Mendes. There were numerous parallels between us so it would be interesting to see what he was bringing to the table. The next day would be free for some writing, while there were also interviews and a couple of parties to attend in the next week. I was delighted to see that what my management company classed as a work trip seemingly mounted to attending a few lunches, parties and the occasional interview. For someone who had grinded at his job for 10 years, this was the least taxing working fortnight in my life. I arrived back just after 6 o'clock and was ready for a night of script reading but I noticed that the lights were on. I shrugged it off as Emilio probably left them on when he came to meet me this morning. I walked into the house and there was some R'n'B music playing throughout the house. I knew there was a sound system but I hadn't had the opportunity to play with it, the sound was crisp and volume even as I walked through into the lounge. There was I was greeted with the back of a red headed woman. She wore a long see-through robe with a white bra, a matching lace thong and suspenders visible underneath. She was swaying to the music and appeared to have a glass of wine in her hand. I coughed softly to get her attention and she turned around to look at me. "You appear to be your underwear in my house." "Yours? I thought you were just renting." "Well technically leasing for the week. But still the point stands." "Lucky I've already poured you a glass then." The red head walked to the kitchen and grabbed the second glass of wine from the side. She turned around and I noticed the heels that she wore weren't the tallest but they accentuated her legs, making her seem much taller than she was. She walked over to me with confidence and her thin body suited the underwear, her flat stomach exposed by the robe. She handed me the glass, her fingers lingering on my hand as I took it. "This isn't going to knock me out cold, is it?" "No of course not, I need you awake for what I have planned. I'm Jessica." "I know who you are. I actually met a co-star of yours earlier; Emma Stone." "Ah, she's a sweet kid. Bit easy to intimidate with sexuality though. I'm sensing you're not intimidated though." "What makes you think that?" I asked as she leaned on the edge of the sofa. "You're not blushing and you haven't once looked at my tits. " "Maybe I'm arse man!" I said with a smile. Jessica nodded her head and immediately turned around. She removed the gown leaving her in the underwear only and bent over the arm of the sofa. I approached her and ran my hand down her back. She shivered at my light touch as I followed her spine down to her arse. I looked at the underwear and saw the thong was over the suspenders, allowing it to be removed while keeping the suspenders in place. I reached my hand over the right cheek and could feel the firmness. She was a few years younger than Amy but her arse was similarly toned. I gave it a slap and she let out a little yelp as my hand contacted her cheek. "That's got a nice feel to it." "A vegan diet and plenty of squats; the perfect combo for a firm ass and soft skin." "And why do I get this opportunity?" I asked as I slid my top off. Jessica went to stand back up but I placed a firm hand on her back, keeping her in the position. "I've had two Oscar nominations and didn't win either. I need that gold in my life. I've known some directors but I think you're the one to get me over the line." "You could audition like everyone else!" I stated as I kicked off my shoes and socks. "I have enough talent to do that but so do many others. I'm fed up of losing out the action roles to Emily Blunt, the quirky indie roles to Zooey Deschanel or Bryce Dallas Howard and comedy to Emma Stone!" I undid my jeans as she looked back, licking her lips at the obvious bulge. "So what makes you so special? Why shouldn't I try and fuck them?" "Blunt is always away filming, Zooey wouldn't cheat on her husband, you're not Bryce's type and Emma is frigid." I slide my boxer shorts down and stood there naked in front of her, my penis standing in full size pointing at her "And I'll let you fuck my ass." Jessica licked her lips again as I approached her and gave her other cheek a hard slap. My cock rubbed against her pussy through the material and I could feel the wetness, excitement exuding from her entire being. Aware of the red mark on her arse, I reached my fingers over and, with a very light touch, slid my fingers over back, feeling slight goose pimples appear at my touch. Jessica let out a little moan as the head of my cock rested at her slit, only the lacy material of her thong stopping it from entering her. She reached around and undid her bra, slipping if off of her shoulders and throwing it to the side. She rested her head on the cushion, her eyes seeking me out as I continued to rub back. I noticed the mirror at the end of room and watched her face as I teased her more. I always thought she had quite hard features but the face looked incredibly soft as she felt the pleasure of my teasing. I decided to take control a little more by grabbing the robe and removing the material used to tie it. I grabbed Jessica's hands behind the back and tied them in place; loose enough for her to move them but tight enough to ensure they'd stay behind her. "I haven't been with someone this forceful for a while." She said to me, facing me via the mirror. "Well maybe you need to be dominated a bit more. This isn't going to guarantee you a place in my films..." "I only need to guarantee your cock in me for now." She said cutting me off. I reached my hand down and moved her thong to the side. Running my hand along her pussy, I could feel she was very wet and ready for my cock to be inside her. Her pussy was smooth except for a small bit of hair on the top, similar to how Amy was. Maybe all Hollywood red heads are the same, a show of pride for their hair colour. "Give it to me!" she exclaimed as my fingers came into contact with her now exposed clit. I stepped forward slightly and pushed my cock into her, half way at first but I was able to fully slide myself in with a few thrusts. I looked into the mirror to see Jessica had closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of my full length in her pussy. The tightness made it obvious that she didn't do this sort of thig regularly so maybe I could count myself lucky. Taking note of the comment she had made earlier, I licked the fingers that had teased her pussy just before my cock had gone in to make them wet. I could taste her sweet juices and considered stopping for a moment to taste her pussy. I'd already slept with two girls today without going down on either of them but one look at her face in the mirror and I could tell that would be a mistake. Jessica's eyes were closed and her face was a mask of pleasure, need the refreshment that only an orgasm could bring. Instead I moved the thong further to the side and teased her arsehole with my thumb. I continued to thrust into her to heighten the pleasure but she still let out a yelp of pain when I slipped my first finger in. "Should I stop?" "No!" she said in between moans. "But I want to cum before you go in there." I took her words seriously and increased the pace of my thrusting, the occasional slap to her arse cheeks as I did so. I kept looking at Jessica's face and her eyes remained closed as I pushed into her hard, her mouth open and moaning all the way through. I could feel the pace increase as she started to push back hard in time with my thrusting, the sofa rocking with our movements. "Yes, just there! Oh my God!" she exclaimed in between the moans. Deciding her pushing back would be more than what was required, I concentrated on her arse. My finger was starting to go in and out fairly easily so I decided to push on. Spitting some saliva down for extra lubricant, I gently moved my middle finger in to join the index and moved the two in motion as Jessica pushed back more, the occasional grunt joining her moans as she became more animalistic. Her hands fidgeted with the lace as the pleasure took over so I reached over and grabbed a load of hair. As her hair was pulled back, Jessica opened her eyes to look at me, a deviant smile on her lips. I pushed further in to her arsehole, a third finger joining in, and Jessica licked her lips as she got closer to her orgasm. I let her hair go and pushed her back to the sofa, my hand grabbing her hip and giving it a squeeze. Finally, after a few more thrusts, Jessica screamed loudly as her orgasm took over. "Oh shit! That's so good, just there. Hold it!" I held the position allowing her to go through the motions of the orgasm. Her body started to relax as her orgasm subsided but I wasn't ready to finish just yet. I undid the lace from her hands and she immediately drew them underneath her body. I couldn't see her face but I could tell she was smiling with the afterglow. I withdrew my hard cock from her pussy and primed it with her juices. Instinctively, Jessica spread her legs wider before bringing her arms around and spreading her cheeks. I took my fingers and slowly inserted my cock into her arse, taking it slowly at first. Her face contorted to show she was uncomfortable to start with but that soon changed as I thrust slowly and she got used to it being there. "You finish yourself good in there." She said she removed her hands from her arse. "I will, you're gonna be filled up." "Good, I can't wait to feel that warm spunk in me." Jessica raised herself up as she leaned on her hands so she was in a better position and I started thrust into her harder. The tightness of her pussy was nothing in comparison to her arse and I could feel her muscles pushing down hard on me, the friction causing pleasure with every thrust. I gripped onto her arse cheeks as I pushed further in, Jessica looking at me through her the ginger hair as I did so. "Mmm," she moaned as I pushed into her hard. I became aware as to why when I saw her lift her index finger to her mouth and starting to suck on it. He tongue entwined her finger as she moaned through the sucking. "God I taste so nice after an orgasm. I better get you to lick my pussy next time." "Next time?" I asked "Cast me in something and you can have any which way, any time." I smiled at the thought of that and I could feel myself getting closer. I gripped onto her hips and rapidly increased my thrusting into her; I wanted to fill her arse fully, shooting my entire load into her. I reached my hand back and gave it another hard slap. I could my balls tighten and I leaned my head back as I came insider her, thrusting through the entire spurt and only stopping when the cum stopped. I pulled out of her and gave her arse another little slap before walking back to the wine glass and drinking it down. As I finished the drink, I watched Jessica walk towards me completely naked. The ginger pubic hair was very neatly trimmed and her breasts were fairly small but nice and pert. It was great to finally get a look at her glorious body. "Now that was a fantastic fuck. Looks like directing isn't the only thing you're good at." "Thank you, I do try my best. Would you like more wine and stay for some food? Maybe we can discuss some project ideas." Jessica smiled at the proposition and leant on the side of the kitchen island. "That sounds like a lovely idea. "
Hotel Mom Ch. 02	255,703	4.53	315,034	[ "mother/daughter", "grandmother", "granddaughter", "father/daughter", "strap on", "vibrator", "anal", "double penetration", "ass sniffing", "big ass" ]	We fell to the bed momentarily exhausted. But after resting for a few minutes we resumed our love making until about6:30 when we decided it was time to sneak back into our regular rooms. As we walked to the elevators I realized that all three women I was with were bisexual. I hadn't thought of it before because of the incest taboo. But, now with me having incredible sex with my own mother and my wife wanting a threesome it all seemed like a natural thing to bring the subject up to mom. By the time we had waited for the elevator, rode the ten floors, and walked to our rooms I had my mother seriously considering having a threesome with her grand daughter or daughter in law or maybe even a foursome. "You know that you have about an hour and a half before we meet for breakfast which might be enough time to seduce your grand daughter if you feel like it," I whispered as we kissed before entering the rooms. She just smiled impishly at me and opened the door. I had a feeling that another taboo was about to be broken. Later mom told me that it could not have been much easier. She walked into the room just before the alarm went off her grand daughter, Debbie, was sprawled out on top of the covers in a short nightie and silky panties. Debbie looked over at my mom and said, "Good morning grandma; could you tell mom and dad I'm gonna sleep in this morning. I don't feel so well." "What is wrong honey?" her grandmother asked forgetting momentarily about seducing the 25 year old girl. "My back hurts like hell. I must have twisted it somehow yesterday," Debbie replied. "Before we disappoint your parents why not let old granny give you a massage?" Hope had returned as my mother sat on the edge of the bed after softly caressing Debbie's stomach my mother rolled the girl over. While Debbie got comfortable mom got out her vibrator and laid it unseen near her grand daughter's waist. Grandma Betty pulled her shirt and blouse off as Debbie lifted up her nightie to allow access to her back. The massage started out very therapeutic as her grandmother worked out all of my daughter's kinks. Debbie thought nothing of it when Betty worked her panties down and off of her ass as it was her lower back that hurt. The older woman gulped loudly at the vision of her granddaughter's meaty ass. She managed to get Debbie's panties down halfway on her thighs and could see the pubic hair leading down into her crotch. Turning on the vibrator she placed it on the girl's lower back causing Debbie to ask, "Grandma, what are you doing with that?" "My arms were getting worn out so I am using a little help so that I can make you feel good," my mother whispered. Debbie sighed and appeared to relax. Within a minute Betty was running the vibe all over Debbie's ass working ever closer to her ass crack. "That feels nice," Debbie moaned enjoying the sensation still not quite figuring it out. "I bet you have no trouble finding sex partners with a sexy body like yours. This sexy ass is a traffic stopper. Gawd you are beautiful." Betty let the vibe slip into the girl's crack. It felt so great that Debbie couldn't seem to move or object. Betty tickled Debbie's asshole with the tip of her toy while she gently spread her legs and pulled the panties the rest of the way off. A tingling went through Debbie's entire body as feelings of desire began to course through her. Betty was surprised how easily she was able to move the vibrator to Debbie's wet cunt lips. Within seconds she had pushed the vibrator about three inches into her granddaughter's pussy. "Awe, Fuck, grandma you're fucking trying to seduce me; that is incest. I love it! Ram that son of a bitch home and let me see your pussy!" As Debbie spoke she pushed her ass up in the air causing the toy to burrow deeper into her womanhood. Betty gave it shove until all ten inches of the vibe were inside of her granddaughter. With Debbie's pussy impaled on the tool Betty scooted off the bed long enough to remove the rest of her clothing. Debbie rolled over and watched Betty expose herself. She licked her lips when everything came into view. The fifty year age difference melted as Betty lay down beside her granddaughter and kissed her passionately. Debbie's hands explored the older woman's body as her partner fucked her pussy in and out with the vibrator. Their kisses were deep and passionate. Furiously they made love for the next hour until Debbie demanded, "Grandma let me eat your pussy!" Betty lay back with her head on the pillow and lifted her knees as she spread her legs far apart. Debbie's mouth worked magic on her grandmother's cunt; licking and sucking every millimeter. Betty was soon grinding her pussy roughly in Debbie's face gushing copious amounts of honey into Debbie's mouth. Debbie lapped up the juice as if she were starving. Just as Debbie finished eating her treat my wife knocked on the adjoining door to see if they were ready to go. Catching her breath my mother called back that they would be ready in ten minutes. They scurried around the room hurriedly putting on clothes and wiping away the juices from their bodies. They looked surprisingly put together when they came into our room and mom gave me a thumbs up. While my mother was busily seducing my daughter I was having my own fun with my wife. By the time she was finished with me I was glad that we would be touring for several hours so that I could recover. As we got dressed I made a suggestion after asking if she were really interested in a three way with Betty or Debbie. "That is all I have thought about since yesterday. But, there is no way to make it happen is there?" I was glad she asked. I was not sure about our daughter but knew my mother would be up for it. I walked over and put my arms around her. "Well Julie, we could test the waters while we eat. You could sit next to one of them in the booth at breakfast and flirt with them; you know caress their thigh or whatever you can get away with. Then at lunch try it with the other one. Understand that I will be doing the same with whoever I sit next too. How about it?" A thoughtful look came to her face then she kissed me passionately. It was then that she ran over to the adjoining door and knocked. She was anxious to get started. She decided to try her mother in law first as she thought it would seem more natural to Debbie to have her dad make the first parental pass. I wasted no time placing a hand on my daughter's knee as soon as we got our food from the buffet. Debbie totally ignored my hand as we both scooped food into our mouths. After a few bites I began rubbing my palm back and forth and met no resistance. So, I slid my hand up a couple inches to which she responded by pushing her knee against me. All conversation stopped as our hands were doing the talking under the table. My heart fluttered as my hand was allowed under the hem of Debbie's short sundress. My fingertips grazed her silky panties and I nearly jumped when she squeezed my upper thigh. Then smiling over at me my daughter reached a bit higher and ran her fingers up and down the bulge in my trousers before squeezing my member through the material. It was very unusual for my wife and mother to eat in silence. I could assume that the action was just as erotic on their side of the booth. Since both of them thought they were making the first move things took off in a hurry. Julie told me that she was shocked to find my mother not wearing panties when she reached up her skirt. My mother was glad the tablecloth was as long as it was since Julie had pulled her skirt nearly up around her waist. At one point Julie accidentally kicked me under the table as she repositioned herself as Betty played with her ass and thighs. Luckily we were able to be just discrete enough that no one saw what we were up to. After breakfast we spent the next four hours doing the normal tourist stuff. At lunch Debbie invited me to sit beside her and was disappointed when her mom slid into the booth instead. But, Julie wasted no time as I saw Debbie squirming all around in the booth. Betty and my play was more subdued as we had just had sex a few hours earlier. As Betty stroked my rod through my pants I looked into my daughter's eyes and saw nothing but lust. She licked her lips several times and was breathing heavily. It was the best lunch experience I had ever had. It was quiet and enjoyable for all of us. While Betty and Debbie were in the bathroom my wife had me look in her purse. There were Debbie's wet panties. No wonder she squirmed so much. After sight seeing a bit more we got back to the hotel about 4:00. Betty explained that she was exhausted so wanted to take a couple hour nap. It was no wonder as she got up at four in the morning. Our daughter went into their room to read. After smooching a bit my wife and I realized we were missing a perfect opportunity and Julie went in and whispered for our daughter to come to our room. Julie sat on the bed and asked what we wanted. "I don't care if you are 25 you are still my daughter and that man is my husband. Where do you get off playing with my husband's cock in public? Don't deny it he told me what you did. You must be a little tramp. I bet you're not even wearing any panties." With that statement Julie flipped up Debbie's skirt revealing my daughter's furry mound to me. Debbie was frozen in place in virtual shock. Julie was at full speed as she calmly pushed apart her daughter's legs showing off the girl's dripping snatch. I asked, "So do you want to see the cock you were playing with at breakfast?" Hearing no reply I unzipped my pants and dropped both them and my underwear to the floor. I reached under my wife's blouse and unfastened her bra and then we both removed our tops moving closer I reached behind my daughter and unzipped her dress and pushed the straps from her shoulders. As my hands worked the material off of Debbie's titties her mother lifted her head up and gave her a passionate kiss. Debbie's dress was now bunched up around her waist. Meanwhile my cock was only a couple of inches from those glorious tits of hers. Seeing this Julie reached over and rubbed my cockhead against Debbie's nipples while kissing her daughter again. Catching herself Debbie blurted out, "What is this all about? You're my parents!" "No shit, and now we're going to have sex with you," I spat back. Julie pushed our daughter back on the bed. I walked behind my wife and gently pulled off the remainder of her clothing. For the next couple of minutes all I could do was watch as Julie kissed down Debbie's body until she was buried face first in the girl's pussy. Once Julie was in place I straddled Debbie's upper chest and fed my cock into my daughter's mouth. In mere seconds Debbie's mouth was bobbing up and down on my prick. I could feel her tongue swirling all around my member. Debbie's waist was bucking up to grind my wife's face. Knowing what a workout my cock had already been receiving I yelled out to Julie to trade places. I didn't want to waste my spunk on Debbie's mouth when her pussy was available. Julie sat her plump ass right on Debbie's face as my cock easily slid into Debbie's silky smooth pussy. My daughter wrapped her legs around my waist as I relentlessly pounded her twat. My hands busily played with both women's boobs; torturing and teasing them. Before long the room was filled with the sweet smell of cunt honey and I exploded my seed in my own daughter's pussy. Debbie cried out loud as she had her own thunderous orgasm. Julie's juices were leaking down our daughter's neck as she finished grinding the girl's face. It was an amazing sight as we lay back on the bed. Debbie thought we were done until her mother reached in the nightstand and pulled out her strap-on. Handing Debbie the toy she purred, "I want you to fuck my pussy while dad takes my backdoor." This was not a surprise to me. I had long known Julie's desire to have both holes filled at the same time. Our daughter was silent for a few seconds and just stared at the large dildo. Then shrugging her shoulders and smiling she put it on. We had Debbie lay down on the bed and Julie mounted her big pole. Once they were settled in together I caressed Julie's back and found her asshole with my spongy head. Progression into my wife's bowels was slow but steady. It was an extra tight fit with a dildo already in her pussy. My wife squealed and moaned in pure delight as Debbie and I pounded her holes relentlessly. The two women kissed voraciously as more and more animalistic noises emitted from Julie. My hands were smashed into Julie's tits flattening them to her chest as she hollered, "Awe shit! Ah mother fucking shit! Don't stop, give it to me, oh fucking gawd, make me cum, damn it assholes!" It is no surprise that it was only seconds later that I shot a thick rope of cum into her poop shoot. Where our bodies came together was saturated in our combined sticky sex fluids. This time when we fell apart the action was over as we soon needed to meet Betty and we were all worn out. We enjoyed a very gracious and platonic dinner together that evening. Afterward we took a short walk to the White House and took the tourist type pictures before heading back to the hotel. During the walk I talk quietly to my wife explaining how all this got started, including my mother's secret hotel room. There were a couple of tense moments but we ended up smiling and holding hands. We hadn't been back to the hotel 10 minutes when Debbie said she was going to the pool and hot tub to relax so that maybe she wouldn't wake up with a sore back the next morning. Betty immediately pulled me aside and asked if I could get away and meet her in her special room. I asked, "What's wrong? Do you need someone to eat your pussy?" "To be blunt, fuck yes," she whispered back. I told her to give me 15 to 20 minutes. I found Julie repacking our stuff for what seemed like the one hundredth time. Pulling no punches I told her that mom was up in her secret room waiting to have her cunt eaten. As I Squeezed my wife's ass I asked her if she felt like a threesome with her mother in law. Agreement came almost instantaneously from Julie. We spent the next five minutes discussing how to make it happen. Finally we decided on the simple straight forward approach. We knew we had to hurry as Debbie would come back and wonder where we had gone. We almost ran to the elevator. This time when mom opened the door she was in matching black bra and panties. Julie had stood against the wall just out of sight. I reached out and pulled Betty into my arms right there in the doorway and kissed her passionately. Excitedly I moaned, "Mom you are so fucking sexy! I want your body. But, I brought someone else who wants you too!" "What, who, who wants me; oh my gawd," she said as Julie came into view. It wasn't a protest as much as it was a surprise. She made no move to cover her body up or pull away from the scene. "Mom, I've been watching your ass sway for three days now! I'm fucking tired of watching. Give me your fucking ass," Julie demanded. Julie walked up to her mother in law and grabbed two fistfuls of Betty's ass and passionately kissed her. They backed into the room and I slammed the door behind us. As they made their way to the bed I stripped off my clothing. I lay beside them and unfastened my mother's bra. She turned toward me and kissed me passionately allowing Julie time to remove her own clothing. My hands quickly slid to mom's panties and peeled them off. Seeing the naked ass Julie grabbed both cheeks and began kissing them. As I nursed on my mother's titties Julie worked her tongue into her rectum. Mom threw her leg around my thigh as she grabbed my cock and gave it a hard yank. With Betty's legs separated Julie took advantage and caressed the dripping pussy in front of her face. Mom was grinding her tits in my face as she cooed, "Yes, oh yes, a threesome was a great idea! My gawd I'm already cumming!" Over the next 90 minutes I managed to fuck both ladies while they pleased one another in every way they could think of. The kissing was soulful and passionate. We were so entangled at times that I didn't know whose body I was grabbing. As we got dressed I suggested that mom check out of this room in the morning as she wouldn't need it for the rest of the trip. At first she protested worrying about Debbie. Then she realized that we both knew that her and Debbie had been playing and she could come over to our room anytime she wanted to have fun with us. We arrived back at our regular rooms just as Debbie came back from her trip to the pool. We were just in time to get to the comedy show that Debbie had heard of. We laughed our asses off for nearly two hours. It gave me a chance to recover a bit but I figured our sexual fun was over for the night anyway. My mom and daughter went to their room as Julie and I went to ours. Julie quickly changed into her sexy shortie nightie. "I wonder what would happen if we went next door right now and offered to play. After all, you have always wanted a foursome," Julie purred. Usually when I brought up foursomes it was two guys and two gals which Julie knew. The fact was that we had unleashed her inner nymphomaniac. I smile broadly at her. "That is true and I suspect that we won't be turned away. Let's find out," I replied as I shed all of my clothing except my briefs. Calmly I walked to the connecting door and gave a knock. It was quiet for a few seconds. I knocked again harder this time. "Just a minute," I heard Debbie call back. She sounded winded. Could it be that her and Betty were already getting busy. Finally Betty opened the door peaking her head out and saw how we were dressed. "Can we come in for a few minutes," I asked. I heard Debbie sigh in disappointment in the background. Betty swung open the door and let us in. Both of them were in their own slinky nighties. Debbie gasped in surprise at my attire. You could almost hear the wheels turn in everyone's head as the full realization of what was about to happen came to us. "We didn't really come in to talk. We thought we would share our bodies with you guys if you wanted," Julie bluntly put it out there. I was surprised at her bluntness. She had always read other people very well and this time was no exception. Debbie was standing almost next to me so she reached over and yanked my undies down. Julie, I see what you mean about the other hotel room," she moaned as she cupped my wife's tits in her hand. All of the ladies were nude in less than a minute. Debbie's mouth was quickly wrapped around my cock. My mother sat her big ass on my face while Julie sucked on Betty's tits. My face was totally engulfed in mom's ass flesh. Mom reached over and fingered her daughter in law's cunt. After licking her fingers clean of Julie's cum her ass disappeared from my face and the two of them were rolling around on the other bed. My face wasn't uncovered for long as Debbie moved her twat right over my mouth and we had a great sixty nine. We spent the entire night together. Before it was all over we had tried everything that we could think of. Betty brought out her vibrator and Julie went next door and got out her strap-on. There were times when one or two of us rested but there was some kind of activity going on non-stop throughout the night. At one point my mom decided she needed a rest and laid on her bed for a half hour nap. My cock was temporarily useless so I joined her. I snuggled against her with my hips against her shoulders and my face against her beautiful plump ass. She leaned back against me causing my nose to end up in her ass crack. Inhaling deeply I drifted off to sleep thinking that I was in heaven. We were awaken 45 minutes later by Debbie sucking on Betty's orbs and Julie licking my ass and purring, it is time to get back into action you lazy people." That night of pure incestuous lust will never be forgotten. We got dressed in time to have breakfast and go on with our plans that day. Although our movements were slower and we did do a lot of yawning we made it. Mom did check out of her secret hotel room and our two adjoining rooms became a den of unrestrained lust. If I wasn't sucking someone's boobies it seemed as if my face was buried in one of the lady's cunt or ass. We had three more nights and days of wild fun with one another. The last night was bittersweet as we knew our special time together was coming to an end. We vowed when we got back home that the sex would continue. That was two weeks ago and I am glad to say I have had fun with all three girls since returning home. However, it doesn't compare with the week in the hotel and especially not with that first accidental encounter with my sexy 75 year old mother.
Frank Talk About Erotica Education	25,355	4.54	64,874	[ "half lidded", "making hot", "part life", "man fuck", "sex" ]	Quick Erotica Sex Ed Everyone who reads these fantasies needs to understand that the majority of people have actually acted out some of their fantasies. My belief is a fantasy is just that, something that excites the mind increasing the pleasure of the sensual experience with your partner, lover or mate. Most are taboo and that is what makes them so exciting. Many do not know the brain is the most sensitive, erotic organ we own. In your mind you can do anything with anyone without repercussions. Once you decide to take that step to make them real, be ready, accept the consequence of your actions. Be ready, have a plan if you are uncomfortable with the situation get the hell out of it. Do not hurt yourself or anyone else if this is really not something you are 100% comfortable with. We can all sit and say "yeah man I could fuck anyone in front of my mate without a doubt." Be sure you mean it, when it comes time and you decided that is exactly what you are going to do, and your mate walks out? What then? How do fix this? I have no answers my friend, haven't been in that situation and will never put myself in any situation I am not 100% sure of. \~\~\~Keep reading it gets better\~\~\~ People that write about true stories of a pedophile are just some sick fuckers! I read a few that turn my stomach, no sex with kid's period not even a portion of fantasy. Fantasy is erotica, passionate, sensual, and exciting! Having sex with a ten y/o kid is a perversion very different from erotica. If you feel, you want to have sex with a child I suggest you seek professional help before your ass ends up in jail. Now wearing pigtails and calling your mate or lover "daddy" is not sick, which is two adults playing around notice I say "adults" consenting and mutual role-playing fantasy. Right now some of you may be confused as to the difference. How can it be fantasy and erotica when an adult play the "child" part, does it not mean the perversion exists . . . no I do not think so. All those things we wanted to do as teens, but had the sense enough not to do can be role-played in adult life. When sex is safer, you know how to protect yourself. Sex when a teen is more impulsive and not sensual or erotic, it is just sex lasting little more than fifteen minutes if you are lucky and he can find the right hole. It is fumbling and new. Both are apprehensive, as adults we know what we want, what we like, kids are only beginning to hit the tip of the ice burg. \~\~\~Here starts the good shit\~\~\~ Ever been in the most sensual seduction of the senses with one man/woman \insert what does it for you here\? There is usually one common factor "caring." Caring about your partner makes the world of difference. If it didn't, it would not be a good seduction that lasts. Ok men, are you understanding this? We may fuck your brains out, but if you don't care about us and show us tenderness, erotic seduction and pleasure you are just a fuck and we know it. But show us those and you must care for us a little. If you don't then you are in for a rude awakening when you never call again. I have heard stories of women hunting men down. That has never been my style, hunt a man down? Get the fuck outta here I do not go looking for someone who is not looking for me. Ok ladies did you get that part. If he is following some fantasy know your role and know that it just may be a one time bang in the bed and don't go looking for love because it sure as shit isn't going to be there. Know what turns you on, and talk about it. There is nothing sadder than hearing couples not talk about fantasies with each other. If you feel that uncomfortable then you need help or you are with the wrong person. Most would tell you that they are married, and sex is only a small part of life. WRONG! Sexuality is a big part of your life when married, giving of oneself and not using sex as a weapon, with holding or infidelity. My views are if we were all more open in our sex life with partners we would not have the high infidelity rate or the high divorce rate caused by cheating. Women listen up quit being so repressed. We need sex as much as men. If you are complaining, "my man doesn't go down on me," you need to figure out why and try something new to get him too even if you have to cover your snatch with peanut butter. "He doesn't know how to finger me," well hell's bell's women show him. Make a night of you two masturbating in front of each other show him exactly what you like and how. In turn he will do the same, besides learning it is one hell of a turn on if you decide to talk and tease each other. Nothing wrong with asking him if he likes what he sees, and definitely nothing wrong with reaching an orgasm and screaming out "I am going to come all over the place!" Women who don't give head totally blow my mind. Here is a trick; the first couple times do it right after you eat a peppermint. It goes down smoothly and no choking or gagging involved. Don't focus on the come, a focus on the pleasure your man is getting from it. If done correctly your man and you will get pleasure from the experience. Hell, I tend to orgasm so hard from giving head without stimulation from the feel of him. Don't forget to massage or lick his sack, some men like it others don't you won't know unless you try it. The control and power you have right there in your mouth and in your hands. Go for it; make him scream your name to where he damn near sucks the bed sheet up his ass! In your mind you know you are saying, "Who's your mama!" Men, touching your woman--Please don't take this wrong yeah we love our breast massaged, our nipples licked, our pussy licked, touched and caressed, but from above the breast can be just as erotic to us. Making sensual love to us is like stroking your new car. Look at us stroke and caress our face, neck, and collarbone, even our hair telling us with your eyes how much you desire us. If you are brave enough tell us what you want to do to us and why, and how it turns you on to see us tremble, quiver, and shudder beneath you. Suckle our bottom lip into your mouth like you would our nipples, moan a little, and enjoy the feel of our soft skin against yours. This will get you one hot lady and a night of passionate love making, or she could be so hot you get raw nasty sex. Like I said whatever does it for you. Dirty or Nasty talking, how to approach it with your partner? If you are open and honest about your sexuality, he or she already knows your likes and dislikes. If not then you should rent a movie with what you like to hear, make comments during the movie of what makes you hot. Something along the lines "How do you feel about the way she talks, or he talks? It turns me on to think of you doing that to me." Never and I mean never unless you know your partner will not take it the wrong way say "She/He is turning me on," always cover your ass by saying "that turns me on to think of you and me doing it." Reading stories, fantasies, and forum magazine in bed to one, another can lead to a stimulating and erotic evening. You may even want to try to write out a fantasy of your own to share with your mate. You never know where it might lead. Don't be afraid to ask questions, even if you know you would never live out your fantasy that is ok. That is what fantasies are about, but asking your woman if she ever thought of being with another is fine. The same with men, asking him if he ever thought of being with a man. The mind doesn't cheat, the body does and keeping them separate is the key to unlocking the joys of sex, and art of making love to suit each other. Ever shower together? What an erotic experience that could be, give it a try and find out if it is. Water and sex go well together, a hot tub, spa, pool all are excellent and exciting ideas. Women - Surprising your lover is one of the hottest acts you could do. Imagine if you will your man lying there, he drifted off to sleep while watching some show. You both were making hot sweaty love earlier, he pumped you full of his seed and your crotch is aching to feel it just one more time. But you must pay homage to the magnificent cock that has pleased you so well. Snuggle close and begin stroking him while he is sleeping. If he doesn't respond right away don't be alarmed. Most men sleep with their hands near or on their cock for fear of the cock monster taking it away in their sleep (big grin). Stroke him slowly for a few minutes; if he starts to wake then you stop stroking. Get him a little bit hard, slide down under the sheet and begin licking and sucking his cock. He will harden quickly, his eyes will open and a pleased shocked look will light up his face. He is in that foggy half sleep stage where raw passion is born, the half lidded erotic zone I call it. He will say and do what his passion wants, you may hear things you never expected. He may touch you in a way he never has before. Go with the flow and enjoy it. Men- women are the same way. Wake her gently stroking her clit, watch as she easily opens her legs for you. If she stirs then stop, waiting until you have play enough for her to be very wet. The rest is up to you, crawl between her legs and begin to suckle your lover awake. If you prefer to finger her clit and suck her nipples then by all means don't stop, she will respond with the most unbelievable lust that you have seen. She will either ride your face, hand, or push you over and mount you riding until she is screaming with orgasm. Again this is the half lidded erotic state somewhere between full alertness and sleep. It brings out the wanton female in women who enjoys sex. This is all interchangeable M/M, F/F, and M/F relations
Don't Hesitate	87,107	4.6	470,321	[ "friends", "wrestling", "hardcore", "first time" ]	"Matt, I need some help." Huh, I thought to myself. Why was it that people often called me when they needed assistance? Because I am a talented person, capable of handling a diverse selection of issues? Possibly. Or maybe it was due to the fact that I always kept my cool, no matter the obstacle. After years of dealing with other peoples' problems, though, I came to the conclusion that I was simply a sucker for anyone in need. "Uh...Matty. You still there?" Regretfully coming back to reality, I responded to Kyle's query with a questionable grunt. "Are you sick?" Kyle asked tentatively. "Yeah. I'm sick of having to deal with everyone else's prob..." I hesitated. This was Kyle, after all, a decade-long friend who not only rarely asked for any help, but who had also been there for me in times of personal need. I stuttered over the word "problem" and went on to assure Kyle that I was not at all ill. "Ya sure? That sounded like one helluva grunt." "A temporary thing, but it is resolved now. What's going on, lightweight?" I had a number of nicknames for Kyle, most of which revolved around him being a wrestler. An athletic young man, Kyle was a successful wrestler for the high school we graduated from last spring. He gained a few pounds since then, which is to say he maybe weighed 120. Kyle had a nicely formed torso—small but defined pecs, a visible six pack and a stunning Adonis belt—that he enjoyed to flaunt to any and all who crossed his path, including all of us who were his teammates and saw him daily in the locker room. I admired his hot looks, especially his smooth and hairless skin. Damn, I reflected, to be back in that locker room... "Lightweight? God, have you seen me lately? I must have gained..." "...five pounds since high school. Yeah, big guy, we all know you have lost control of your weight. What are you now, 140 pounds?" I threw in the extra twenty pounds just to piss him off. Kyle became instantly defensive. "140 pounds! Are you serious? Who is saying that about me? Damnit, I weighed myself this morning and the scale read 119. 140!" He exclaimed one more time. Smiling to myself, I said, "All state, I'm just pissing with you. You should know that about me by now. Anyway, about this help you needed." I stopped talking in hopes that Kyle would transition into telling me how I could help. "140 pounds, Matty. That was pretty fucking mean. Just because you maintained your weight at 157 doesn't mean you can toss out shit to everyone else." Here Kyle paused, taking a deep breath and settling himself. "Umm...yeah, about that help I mentioned earlier. I'm not really sure how to even begin talking to you about this stuff, but it has to do with me and Elise. I was wondering if you could offer me some advice." Kyle's comment wasn't that out of the norm. He and I often discussed the ladies we were dating. "Ok. That's nothing, Kyle. What do you want to know?" I asked. "Well, that is the thing. I have an odd request for you. Is there any chance you wouldn't mind me stopping by your place for a bit? This whole thing requires you to see something." I quickly scanned my apartment. My roommates left in a hurry to head home for fall break; I was told they were simply too rushed to wash their dirty dishes and clean up all the trash that somehow seems to accumulate in any area inhabited by college men. Books, empty cans, some Chinese food containers, and a flock's worth of feathers from the pillow we tore up in a drunken frenzy dominated the living room. A kaleidoscope of jackets and wrestling gear somehow levitated near the entry. Oh wait, they were draped over the kitchen table! The kitchen itself resembled a piece of modern art I was forced to study for class: a broken beer stein guarded a corner of our countertop, while at least two cases of mostly empty beer bottles created a maze over the rest of the expanse. A loaf of Wonder bread occupied the sink and some halved oranges adorned the handles on the cupboards. Much like the art, the scene in my kitchen seemed to make sense the night we caused the mess, but I found no meaning while looking at it the next day. "No problem, Kyle, as long as you don't mind a little mess." "Sweet. I'll be over in a few." I hung up and started whistling Leonard Cohen's "Closing Time" while reclining on my couch, only to jump when I felt a sting in my lower back. How the hell did that fork get there? And what was that covering the utensil...shit, Miracle Whip? I chuckled while wondering exactly what all we did the night before. \\\* I had just finished hiding the fork in a roommate's bed when I heard the most annoying sound offered in an apartment: the incessant buzzing of someone trying to get through the front door. With the couch now free of all signs of Miracle Whip, I returned to my comfortable post and awaited my friend and his unknown odd request. A harsh knock sounded from the front door. I yelled for Kyle to come in, which he did, only to immediately disappear from view. "What'd you do?" I asked after jumping from the couch. There was Kyle, slowly rising from the floor and attempting to understand what he was seeing in my apartment. "A little mess? Christ, Matty, this is beyond anything I've seen for a long time. How many people did you have over last night?" "Well, let's see. There was Dustin, Tyler, Luke, me...yeah, just the four of us. No, Jeremy came back late, too. So that makes five. Ha!" I guffawed, "You slipped on the Vaseline we spread over the floor for Jeremy. Oh shit, that's funny." Kyle glared at me as he regained his stance. "Five people! Holy shit!" He lifted a beer bottle off the counter and returned his stare to me. "Why is this bagel underneath the beer bottle?" He asked, sincerely confused. "A coaster. Hell, I don't know. We started drinking early and went all night. You know how that goes," I said while returning his look with a rueful smile. "Fuck. I wish I was here for it. Why didn't you call me?" "It was a Code Red night," I explained. My roommates and I created a drinking code system based on our nation's security threat level; code red meant no one was allowed in except those that lived in our apartment. "Oh," Kyle quietly responded. Brightening up a bit, he went on to say, "It looks like you guys had a damn good time. Does the offer still exist for me to move in next year?" "Absolutely, Academic Honorable Mention." Kyle looked at me askance; I understood the silent reprimand and recognized that that particular nickname was a bit of a stretch. "So," I went on, preventing Kyle from chastising me for my stupid nicknames. "You and Elise are having some trouble, from the sounds of it. How can I help? What did you want me to see?" I returned once again to my position on the couch, fully expecting Kyle to come into the living room. After a period of silence and no Kyle, I stood back up and looked at him. "Well, fucker, are you going to stand there all day or what?" "I guess not," he said as he took a step in my direction. He slipped again and almost fell down but managed to recover. "Fah! Vaseline!" Employing what could only be described as a shimmy, Kyle finally made it to the safety of the carpet and strolled into the living room, taking a seat near me on the couch. While I was in full recline mode, Kyle sat rigidly on the edge of the cushion, looking everywhere but in my direction. "What are you watching, Matt?" "Top Chef. Bravo has a marathon running today. I can't stand that this Robin is still around—she is that red headed one there—but man would I love to eat Kevin's pork." That brought a laugh from Kyle. I instantly recognized the double meaning and was about to clarify but instead began chuckling along with my friend. "Ah, Kyle, I'm glad you came over. I've missed hanging out with you." "Me too, Matty. This has been a tough past two months without you around." We both considered the dramatic changes that occurred in our lives since we graduated. While I still lived close to my hometown and, subsequently, Kyle, I discovered that college was a demanding lifestyle, especially while trying to live up to the scholarship I had been given for wrestling. Kyle was attending our local community college for a year to build up his GPA so he could attend my university. It was a difficult transition, going from spending everyday with such a close friend to barely seeing them. "Next year will solve the distance, ten pins," I said. "You'll be living here and will be helping me spread the Vaseline on the floor for some unsuspecting fool." My comment brought out a grateful smile from Kyle. "I look forward to it, Matt. I really do." "So, about you and Elise. Come on now, bud, tell me what's going on." I gestured with both hands spread out, attempting to invite Kyle to let me in on his problem. "Hmmm. How can I say this?" I remained silent while Kyle scanned his mind to phrase the issue however he wanted to. "Elise and I are experiencing some problems. Problems with, in...you know...in bed. She said...she told me. Damnit. Matty, I guess I'm not pleasing Elise like I should be. She told me that a couple days ago. I'm coming to you, Matty, because I can't admit that to anyone else. But honestly, I can't take the charge that I'm not performing well in bed. Fuck. This sucks." Yes it does, I silently considered. No man wants to be told by his lover that he simply isn't good in bed. I decided on providing reassurance. "Come on, stud, she's probably PMSing and taking it out on you. You're a good dancer. Isn't that supposed to mean something?" "That's what I thought." Kyle still wasn't looking at me. Instead, he was focusing on my TV. What did he see in there, I wondered while waiting for him to continue. "It just, it sucks. Now she doesn't want to have sex and I'm worried that this is the end of our relationship. You know what I mean?" Kyle asked hesitantly. "Yeah, I can see why you are worried. But things will work out, right? You two have been together too long for this to all of a sudden come up." "We've had sex so many times. Why am I not good enough now? You think she's cheating on me? Well? Matty?" Kyle was pleading with me for an answer at this point. "No. No, Kyle, no. Elise is not cheating on you. Sometimes things get too routine, ya know? Think about all those wrestling drills we ran for how many years. That was boring, wasn't it? Elise probably just wants to do something new." "Maybe." Kyle muttered as he sat there, looking like a defeated man. "You wanted to show me something, right?" I asked, hoping that this would encourage some change in what was turning out to be a depressing conversation. "What?" Kyle finally looked at me. His face, yet untouched by age, startled me with the strong look of despair, yet his eyes held an iota of hope and something else, something I had never seen from Kyle. I couldn't conclude what that hint of an appearance meant, but I was curious to see if it would become more apparent. "You said you wanted me to see something, that my advice would depend on a thing you had to show me. What do you want me to look at?" "Yeah...I did, didn't I." Kyle swung his head back to the TV. With reluctance evident in his every movement, my dear friend stood up and approached the entertainment center. He pulled a disc out of his rear pocket and inserted it into my DVD player. With that done, Kyle nodded to himself and returned to the couch. This time, I observed, he was sitting much closer to me. "Matty, all I ask is you don't laugh. Ok? Promise me that much." All successful wrestlers, Kyle being one of them, have tenacity in their every movement, yet I noticed something new in his bearing. Was it sheepishness? "I swear to you, Kyle, I will not laugh. What's on the DVD?" My voice was much quieter than I had intended it to be and, without noticing, I was sitting more alert than I had been. "It's a recording of something. It's...you promise you won't laugh?" Upon my nod, Kyle continued. "I recorded me and Elise having sex. I though you might be able to point out what I'm doing wrong." What. The. Fuck. That phrase screamed through my mind as I sat there looking at Kyle looking at his socks. He wants me to watch him bang his girlfriend? Of all the suppositions I made earlier, that was not one of them. I was shocked. I was upset. I was...intrigued. "I...I...I guess I can watch this, if you truly think it will help." I stifled a nervous chuckle, not wanting Kyle to think I was laughing at him or his idea. "Good." Kyle motioned his head towards the TV, grabbed the remote, and within a minute I was seeing he and his girlfriend sitting on his bed, making out. They were taking their time undressing each other, but all too quickly I saw the familiar, muscled torso being licked by his girlfriend. She continued her descent and eventually had her mouth wrapped around the dick of the man sitting next to me. I was enamored. Elise was beautiful, no doubt, but I was more turned on by the sight of Kyle: TV Kyle and Couch Kyle. My mind raced; I thought about another class I was taking, Medieval British Literature, and the text we finished just before fall break, "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight." One of the characteristics of a Romance as opposed to an epic is the suspension of reality. Yes, I rationalized, this is a real life example of such a suspension. What I am watching and who I am watching it with are causing reality to be subverted. Sir Gawain casually fights the monsters of the forest; I not so casually watch my ever-so-close friend fill his ladyfriend with his monstrous dick. I was thunderstruck. Having no clue what to do, I decided that maintaining my position on the couch and acting disinterested was the go-to plan. Yet, I couldn't help glancing to my right and taking a look at Kyle. And there he was, sitting even closer to me and sporting an unusually large tent in his Godforsaken sweat pants. Why is he sitting closer to me? I doggedly wondered. Why does he smell so damn good? I regretfully pondered. Where is that fucking fork with the Miracle Whip on it when I need it? I desperately wished. "So what do you think, Matty," a newly introduced husky tone voiced aloud. What do I think? There is Kyle's asshole stretching and retracting on my TV as his balls slam against this girl's ass cheeks. And there are his thighs, fully muscled, rippling as he pivots back and forth, back and forth. What do I think? What the Hell do I think? I dare not talk. Yet, being the numbskull that I am, I decided to venture out with an observation. "Nice ass," I stated. Could I be a little more ambiguous? If Kyle could read my thoughts, he would know whose ass I was referring to. "What else," Kyle prodded. "K...Ky...Kyle," I coughed, trying to mask my stammering, "Perhaps Elise doesn't like this position." Of course, just as I mentioned this, Kyle pulled out of her, his great dick fully and delectably erect, and changed his position by lying on the bed and having Elise ride him. His calf muscles taut and toes squirming, Kyle pumped away while Elise screamed with pleasure. Screamed with pleasure? Why would she be doing that if she weren't enjoying sex with Kyle? The video continued for a long time—one thousand years by my count—but finally it came to a conclusive and awe-inspiring act. Kyle was kneeling on the bed, legs spread wide, stroking his can-sized cock while Elise nibbled on his cock head and, much to my surprise, massaged his ass. Even more surprising, Elise penetrated Kyle's ass with one of her fingers, then two, then three. Kyle suddenly pulled her head off his cock and began stroking his dick and instantly shot a face-covering load of thick cum. I was exhausted. I was hard. I was trying my best to conceal my appetite, even though my dick was doing it's best to expose my honest reaction. The TV eventually went blank and I then looked to my right, to Kyle and his horse dick and tight asshole and all things sexy. Mr. Academic Honorable Mention was looking in my general direction, but not quite making eye contact. What is he staring at, I asked myself. And then I realized his eyes were making direct contact with my left hand, which had somehow managed to grasp the severe bulge affecting my shorts. In a weak and rather foolish attempt to hide the obvious, I jumped again from my couch and wildly exclaimed, "Kyle, Elise has not a fucking thing to bitch about!" Kyle could tell I was talking about him by the fact that I added his name to my declaration or even because, by the process of deduction, he was the only other person in the room. Instead, I think Kyle figured I was referring to him because my massive erection was pointing directly to his chest. We made eye contact. That unknown glimmer I had seen in his eyes earlier fully revealed itself in that moment. With a particular graceful movement, Kyle grabbed my barely concealed cock and began stroking me. Not appreciating the fabric between the skin of his hand and the skin of my dick, Kyle grasped my shorts and forcefully tugged them down. My cock, reacting to the sudden release, slammed against my stomach with such force that I stumbled back a step. Leaning forward from the couch, Kyle quickly reached for my cock and gripped it like an opponent's limb. The splendid pleasure I felt in my loins, however, did nothing for the questions barraging my mind. Why was Kyle doing this? Did I somehow indicate that I desired sex with this friend of mine? Did I want sex with this friend of mine? Looking down at Kyle, his cute mouth wrapped around my dick and his strong hands pumping away on my shaft, the main question I had was: where the Hell did Kyle learn these moves? Oh my God! I had never felt such extreme satisfaction from getting head. I usually believed it was a necessary precursor to the more anticipated penetration, but my best friend was showing me just how great a blowjob could be. His hands continued their determined pumping, but ever so often one would slip down to delicately massage my swollen balls. And Kyle's mouth! My, how he swirled his tongue all over my cock head, adding pressure to certain spots and paying attention to nerves I simply didn't know existed. After a few minutes of this unanticipated yet greatly appreciated bj, I felt a massive stirring throughout my body. Kyle must have recognized the signs—whatever those might be—and reduced his action from frenzied to deliberate. The sheer intensity of the situation slowed considerably, allowing me to consider my early questions. I had no idea why Kyle would want to have sex with me, much the less another man, nor did I recall having ever led Kyle to believe I wanted the same with him. Yet, I distinctly recalled those times in the locker room, watching Kyle strut around in varying degrees of nudity; I always thought I was impressed with his physique. Yes, I guess I was, but on a more intimate level than simple admiration of another man's dedication to his body. I fully realized at that moment that I desired Kyle. Trying to sound as smooth as possible, I decided to say something. "Kyle," I panted, still trying to recover from the shock of everything going on, "what do you think you're doing?" I instantly felt the dolt for asking such a ridiculous question. "I thought it was pretty obvious, state champ." Damnit. Not only was Kyle unexpectedly providing the best head I'd never thought to receive, but now he was stealing my nickname strategy! "Seriously, Kyle, we need to talk about this." I showed my sincerity by grasping the back of his head and pushing it further on my cock. "I can't imagine how this is going to lead to better sex between you and Elise." Kyle giggled at my comment, an odd sound while his mouth was stuffed with nine inches of teenage dick. "Although, if you're serious about learning, perhaps I could teach you a few things." A thick shot of precum added an appropriate exclamation point to my offer. Kyle allowed my cock to slide out of his mouth with a pronounced "pop." Much like when he fell victim to the Vaseline ruse, Kyle slowly rose from the ground. This time, however, confusion didn't cover his gaze. I had seen this look in my friend's eyes before—it spread over his face every time he approached an opposing wrestler. Determination, concentration, focus...it was a controlled yet combustible energy Hell-bent on achieving a goal. It was riveting to recognize that I was the object of Kyle's desire. Judging by how the muscles in my face felt, I assumed I wore a similar look. No words were exchanged: no stupid nicknames, sarcastic comments, not even a legitimate expression of what were feeling at that moment. Kyle stood before me, the top of his head barely reaching the crown of my lips. He continued to stroke my cock with his right hand, changing the pressure of his squeeze with each tug. I pulled him tight to me, wanting to feel that satin-smooth skin against my coarser torso. He shed his shirt; I clung to him tighter. Kyle refused to relent stroking me, so I was forced to wrap my arms around his slender, tight body to get him out of his blue sweats. We were now both naked, two muscular bodies clamped together and grinding into one another as much as possible. I desperately wanted to taste Kyle's cock. Not entirely sure how to begin, I clasped his hips and lifted him onto the couch before me. Kyle rose about three feet, then immediately sunk into the cushions; our faces were now at the same level. Instead of searching the stunning blue eyes staring at me, I sat on the nearby coffee table and struggled with the sight before me. I've heard many times that TV adds weight to a person. In the case of Kyle's cock, the reverse was true. Within licking distance pulsed my great friend's bulging cock. His was as long as mine but thicker; it was akin to the empty can of Febreeze lying on the ground a few feet away. A tempting drip of precum slid down Kyle's cockhead. His shaft showed few veins, yet certainly should have due to the certain strain of supporting such massive balls. There was no way that was fitting in my virgin mouth! I hesitantly reached out and wrapped both hands around Kyle's dick. The heat and vibration mesmerized me, but I was still reluctant to place him in my mouth. Each two-fisted stroke caused a heart-warming moan from my former teammate; Kyle was fully engaged in the moment, which caused me to feel like an ass for contemplating what to do with his penis. "When your opponent provides an opportunity, don't think. React! Do not consider all that you have learned during practice; instead, make what we've done during practice instinct and take in your foe. Don't hesitate! Don't retreat! Don't fuck up! React and attack!" My college coach ran through variations of this speech at the end of every training session. It made sense to us wrestlers; to think was to cause hesitation. Reaction was the key, something that was derived from instinct, which was learned during practice. Practice provided experience. Practice. Ok, I quickly considered while staring at Kyle's cock, I've had a lot of practice with blowjobs. It was of no consequence that I was always on the receiving end. Kyle was, in essence, providing me with an opening. I needed to react to that and attack. Trying to be as aggressive as I could, I grabbed Kyle's oh-so-tight ass cheeks and pushed his groin towards my mouth. With the luck all beginners seem to have, Kyle's dick penetrated my mouth. And, as most beginning cocksuckers have experienced, I gagged. This can of Febreeze coasted over my tongue and slammed into the back of my throat. My reaction wasn't derived from pain as much as it was from reflex. However, the opening still existed and I took full action. Using all that I had learned from the blowjobs I received in the past, especially from the one Kyle gave me a few minutes past, I gripped my friend's dick with a hand and began sucking. "Matty...Matty. Oh, Matty," Kyle mumbled while I attacked his dick. It amazed me how different him calling me Matty now sounded. Not even an hour ago, I took it as a term for masculine endearment. Now, though, well...his cock was in my mouth and we were sharing a very intimate experience. I continued to suck Kyle's cock. Nothing flashed through my mind; I wasn't assessing the situation nor was I thinking of Coach's quotes—thank God!—but instead, I was simply enjoying the opportunity to please this friend who I now recognized in a far different light. "Matty. Slow down." I barely understood what Kyle said to me until he grabbed my hair and pulled back my head. "Wha...what the Hell?" I asked after his dick was fully out of my mouth. "I was getting close to shooting, Matty. Damn, that is the best head I've ever had. Where did you learn that from?" "Coach taught me a lot about that," I answered immediately, still thinking about his post practice speeches. "What? You've, uh. Matty, you've." Kyle paused. "You've sucked off your coach?" That was worse than my comment about Kevin's pork, I thought. "Jesus, no. No, Kyle, I haven't done anything like that. Didn't you notice I'm new to this?" "Actually, no. As I said, that was great head. But about your coach..." "He teaches me to wrestle while we are both wearing clothes. I was just recalling a few things he said." Kyle must have believed me because a tempting smile encased his face as he looked down at me. "About that Vaseline..." he said, then swung his hips back and forth, causing his cock to slap me in the face. "Ouch," I began to mutter, only to be interrupted. "...do you have any more?" With his dick still fully pressed against my cheek, I looked up and thought of something I saw earlier: the close up of Kyle's asshole while he was making Elise scream. I decided to attack. My favorite wrestling move is the Fireman's Carry. It involves one man to drape another over his shoulders, eventually leading to putting the carried man on his back. With a singular desire in mind—Kyle's ass—I put my best move on my friend and hurried him into the nearest bedroom. Kyle bounced up from the bed as I forcefully tossed him onto the mattress. There he laid, entrancingly nude and still bearing that desirous look. Attack. I placed my hands over his shoulders and swung my lower body between his legs. My cock nestled nearby his hole. Attack. The heat emanating from his body made me even harder. My cockhead pressed against the rippled entrance to Kyle's body. Attack. I began to push, attempting to fill Kyle. Atta... "Matty," Kyle groaned, "we need some lube." I groped the adjacent nightstand, seeking lubricant, while Kyle slid his ass cheeks up and down, up and down, up and teasingly down my swollen hard-on. My hand encountered a litany of objects; I flung my arm away from the bed and cleared the nightstand. Finding a drawer, I searched its depths until I found a familiar tube. There was thankfully enough left to cover my dick and Kyle's pulsing, tempting hole. The head of my cock was once again pressed against Kyle's ass hole. I could feel it flex at my approach—no, Kyle's entire body was trembling as I sought entrance. Still in attack mode, I pressed my dick into his warmth. Never before had I ever felt instant ecstasy. Although there was little of me inside of Kyle, I was relishing in the sensual feeling. My hips began to push forward. My rigid dick was forcefully seeking further depths. My entire body was focused on finding a oneness with this intoxicating man below me. "Matty, please take it slow with me." Kyle panted. Due to the pleading tone of his voice, I snapped out of my trance and looked at Kyle. "Huh?" I said while regaining full consciousness. "I need you to be easy on me at first," Kyle shyly said. "Why?" I grunted, still trying to gain control of my urges. "Matty, I have never done this before. This is my first ti..." "Oh shit," I robotically said, stopping my dick's advance inside of him. "I assumed you had, uh, well. Hmm." My dick was screaming at me to initiate pumping. "Kyle, are you comfortable with this?" There may have been an edge to my tone, but I didn't bother to notice. "Just go easy at first. It will take a while for me to get used to your huge thing inside me. Will you do that for me?" I affirmed his request by slowly advancing my dick. Kyle moaned. I pulled back and pushed in further. Kyle moaned again. What the Hell does he mean by taking it slow, I wondered. I kept my position inside him but began swirling my dick. Kyle's growl imitated a dog quite well. "Kyle," I began, but was stifled by a devilish command. "Fuck me, Matty. Fuck me hard. I can take it. Fuck me long and..." I needed no more encouragement. My hips moved on their own accord, pumping rhythmically to an unknown song. I cradled Kyle's head with my forearms and leaned my torso into his. My slightly hairy body grinded against his while I plunged my dick inside Kyle's still tight ass hole. "Oh God, Kyle," I whispered into his ear after very little time in our current position. Kyle reacted by raising his hips and wrapping his legs around my lower back. "This is the best I've ever... Holy shit! Kyle, I'm close to..." I stopped as I felt a spray of warmth make contact with my abs. Looking down provided me the view of Kyle's cum spread thickly over both our abdomens. Honestly entranced, I asked aloud, "Where do you want me to cum?" "Inside me. Do it! Now!" I looked into the intense gaze that found my wandering eyes and I was instantly captured. Finally recognizing Kyle's command and my own yearning, I slammed my hips forward and began to shoot the most exhilarating load in my sexual life. Just as a dead deer can still kick, my hips continued to pump despite my immediate exhaustion. I gradually reclined to my elbows and leaned over Kyle, our faces once again on the same level. Kyle's hair was covering his eyes. I brushed away his locks and took a look at him, no longer desiring to avoid Kyle's intense gaze. What I saw there was the most sincere appearance of content I had ever noticed. Kyle's stare at me didn't waver, either; he was still the wrestler and had a goal to achieve. Thankfully, I was still in act mode. I brought my head down and kissed this man who I now knew meant more to me than a best friend. No act of penetration could be as pleasant as my kiss with Kyle. I moaned. He moaned. I pushed my chiseled chest down on Kyle harder and moaned louder. Kyle did the same and then pushed me on my side. "Kyle," I began. "Matty, I can't take it any longer. There is this poking in my back. It really hurts." Poking? Kyle just had his first anal experience and he was talking about a poking feeling in his back? Then I took in my surroundings and realized it wasn't my room, but instead a roommates'. I instantly started laughing. "Matty, what is it?" "Well, ten pins, let me tell you about a fork with Miracle Whip on it."
Bee and David Ch. 03 Pt. 01	16,799	4.63	623,825	[ "interracial", "romance" ]	\It's time for Chapter 3! I really hope you guys enjoy it. I received several comments urging me to give Bee more substance. This chapter is dedicated to her and gives you a feel of who she is and what type of life she's lived. Enjoy!\** \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* \RING\ "Hello?" "Bee!" Bianca's face lit up, "CoCo, hey doll." It was an early Saturday morning and she felt like a burst of enegy oozed through every pore ever since her lunch date with David. She hadn't spoken to her best friend in almost a week. "I'm coming back to the city tonight, let's hit up the clubs! Call the crew." "Yes ma'am. We've missed you!" "I've missed you too. Let's hit Boys town." She laughed. "Give me an hour." "Done. See you then, sugarfoot!" "Bye, babe." Jumping from her bed, a joyous yelp escaped her throat. She hadn't had a night on the town in months. Pulling her phone out, she called her partner in crime. "Lanley, call Maddie and tell her CoCo's back in town and we're hitting up Boys town. We're pregaming at my place tonight." He started speaking rapid Spanish and pretended to be angry at her for neglecting him but then softened. "I know, I'm sorry. I'm working so much now and I haven't seen you guys in weeks." "Well, you better make up for it. Is she trying to get schwasted?" he asked, his Mexican-American accent flourishing. "Yes. Anyone who's coming should have the same agenda." "Awesome. Give you a call back in a bit." She called her other friends and delivered the exciting news with the promise to see them all later tonight. Skipping from her bedroom to the kitchen, she noticed a váse filled with the most beautiful roses. Suddenly, her roommate's door flung open. "Hey sweetie," the girl greeted, stretching. "Hey, Cynthia. Are these yours?" "No, some guy delivered them early this morning. You were still sleep." Her mouth dropped open, "What did he look like?" "It was just a random delivery person. I think there's a note in there. Who's it from?" Bianca's hands flew and snatched out an elegant creamy envelope. The word, "Bee", was italicized. Her heart fluttered. She opened it and the biggest smile Cynthia had ever seen stretched across her face. She ran over, nearly slipping. "Who are they from?" she eagerly asked. Bianca held the note for a second. "Just a guy," she teased. "Uh no! You've gotta give me the details. Come on!" "I don't wanna jinx it Cyn," she whined. "The hell with that, my little bumblebee has a suitor and I wanna stab, I mean meet him." They laughed, then she thought about it for a second. "Okay, on 2 conditions. You make me breakfast and grab your Ipad, I need to check something out." Cynthia raced to her bedroom as Bianca gathered the ingredients for breakfast. "Oh my goodness, they smell so amazing!" she exclaimed. Bianca turned and saw her head hover above the roses. "Pancakes and an omelet, please?" She requested. Cynthia rolled her eyes and walked over to prepare breakfast. "Start spilling," she urged, cracking eggs. Bianca inhaled. "I met this guy a month ago at Oodles. He's charming. We went out for the first time last week and yesterday we had another date." "Your first date was last week and you didn't tell me?" Cynthia gasped. "Cyn, I didn't wanna jinx it. I didn't even tell CoCo so don't feel bad," she tried to convince her. "What? I knew before CoCo. Oh someone's in trouble." "Shut up. Anyway, I don't know how to feel. He's 32 and separated I don't know, the whole still being married thing is messing with me," she admitted, fiddling with the Ipad. Cynthia remained quiet for a few minutes while she finished up the pancakes. "Do you like him?" she asked, breaking their silence. Bianca looked up. "I think so. Wait, yes. I do like him, Cyn." Cynthia walked over, juggling both plates. "Then, stop worrying so much. You're a smart gal. And best of all you've got morals, if something feels wrong, you'll know it." She grabbed a carton of orange juice and sat next to her, a glorious smile plastered on. "What are you smiling at?" Bianca teased. Cynthia pulled a plate of pancakes towards her, "Nothing, just wondering how long its gonna take for him to finally break your cherry." "Cyn!" She gave her a playful push then threw her head back in laughter. They dug into their breakfast. Cynthia told Bianca about her parents impending visit. "You can sleep in my room next weekend. I was gonna go stay at my grandparents crib for a bit," she offered. "Thanks, Bee. I don't know why they insist on visiting every month. They must be bored." "Or they miss you," Bianca said. Stuffing a fork full of omelet in her mouth, Cynthia shrugged her shoulders. Bianca's attention went back to her search. She googled David's name and her mouth dropped. "What?" Cynthia quickly swallowed her breakfast and grabbed the Ipad. Her mouth dropped as well. "Whoa!" escaped both their lips. "Dude, you went out with thee David Crete?!" Cynthia yelled. "I didn't know who he was. I still kinda don't," Bianca laughed. "He's like a gazillionaire! His family owns half the country and almost all of the UK." Bianca swiped the device from her, "So, who cares?" "Let's see what his net worth is, just for fun." Bianca pulled it up and her mouth dropped. Cynthia cocked her head to one side and gave her an expectant look. "Okay, okay, he's a gazillionaire. But that means nothing." "Well of course it means nothing to you. You're the most honorable, modest person ever. But to gold diggers, he's a walking black card." "What are you saying?" "Make him yours, and fast before one of these Barbie homemakers tries to get knocked up by him." Bianca looked over at her roommate. Sky blue eyes turned up as she thought long about something. She ran a hand through her waist length sandy blonde hair, and crossed long tan legs that seemed to go on forever. "You're a Barbie," Bianca laughed. "Exactly," she said with a full mouth covered by her hand. "I'm giving you the one up on these whores." She laughed again. "Let's see what else "Google" has to say about you, Mr. Crete," Cynthia remarked. She got up and sat on Bianca's lap. "He just won an award for most charitable in Essex where he's from," she read. "Essex? I thought he said he was from Newport," Bianca thought out loud. "Lying about place of birth? I've got my eye on you, David," said Cynthia. "But he's charitable," Bianca protested. "And most charitable? That's totally a plus in my book." "Ugh! You're too easy to please. He speaks 3 languages, plays polo and is CEO of Crete, Inc." Their heads whipped around. "Crete, Inc!" "That's a multibillion dollar corporation," Cynthia reminded her. "A lawyer and billionaire businessman, how do you sleep, Gabby?" Bianca pondered. She closed the browser. "I wanted to read more about your mega-rich boyfriend!" Cynthia whined. Bianca sat her Ipad on the table and grabbed her shoulders. "Cynthia, I'm gonna need for you to keep this between us, okay? I'm really unsure of somethings at this point." She looked into Bianca's eyes. She liked him more than she let on. But there was something else hidden. Fear? She grabbed her face and kissed her nose. "I got ya girl," she said pulling her into a hug. "You're the best. And since I love you so much, you're coming to get schwasted with us in Boystown tonight." Cynthia jumped from her lap and hugged herself with glee. "OMG! I'm sooooo excited, what time?" "We're gonna pre-game here around 9." She checked her watch. It was only 10 in the morning. "Can I pick your outfit?" she asked. "Sure." She pulled Bianca into a hug. "This is gonna be the best. Invite Mr.Gorgeous?" She shook her head, "I'm not sure if he'd be comfortable with our group of friends." Cynthia rolled her eyes. "Come on, Bee. You love our queers. So Dre's gay, Maddie's trans and Kari's a lesbian. If he really has a problem with it, then he is totally not the right one for you. Besides we're all a little bi-curious." "You're an awesome roomie, you know that right?" "Yeah, yeah. I hope you remember that when my birthday comes up. Now, let's plan a good show," she giggled leading her towards their bedrooms. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Her phone rang around 3. "Hello?" "Good afternoon, beautiful," his deep voice greeted. "Afternoon Gabby," she said, smiling from ear to ear. "How are you today?" She flopped on the couch. "Wonderful. Had a great breakfast." "Well, that's great. And here I was hoping that I would have the chance to feed you today," he joked. "Too slow," she teased. "Apparently," he laughed. "Doing anything interesting tonight?" "My best friend is back in town, so we're having a girl's night out." "Really and you didn't think to invite me?" "It's a "girls night out" Gabby. Unless there's something you've been hiding from me," she laughed. He could feel her smile through the phone. She was truly contagious. "Not at all, babe. All man over here. But you could always check for yourself." His voiced dropped to a seductive whisper. She could feel the blood rushing to her ears. "You're such a horndog." "You know me so well." "Not as well as I'd like, all in due time though." "Which clubs are you visiting?" he inquired. "I'm not sure, I just know we're going farther north, towards Belmont." "Boystown?" "Yes," she hissed, a tightness enclosed around her heart. There was a minute of silence. "Well, I hope you and the girls enjoy yourselves. I'll check up on you later. And do behave, Bianca. I'll be watching." "Watching? Are you spying on me, Gabby?" Another silence. "I will neither confirm nor deny that accusation, Ms. Wilson." "Do we have stalker tendencies we have to work out?" she teased him. "Not a stalker, just a bit overprotective, love." "Thanks but, I'm a lot stronger than I let on." "I know," he chuckled. "I know more about you than you think." "By way of stalking?" "Let's just say, I meant it when I said I was interested in you." "Touché. Well, as endearing as this conversation has been, I must finish cleaning then get ready for a night of sinning and debauchery." "Don't sin too much, remember I'll be watching," his voiced plummeted to an icy warning. Before she got a chance to say anything, Cynthia ran into the room. "I think this will give your ass its on stratosphere!" she yelled, clutching a red dress. Bianca covered the phone. "I'm on the phone," she laughed at her roommate and walked towards the kitchen. "Sorry about that. I promise I'll try not to." Silence emitted from David's end. She held her breath. "Hello," she squeaked out. "You still there, Gabby?" "Did she just say its own "stratosphere", Bianca?" She let her breath go. "Yeah," she giggled nervously. "I've got crazy, friends." "It would seem so." "Talk to you later?" "Of course. Enjoy the rest of your day, my dear." "I will and thank you for the beautiful flowers. You really didn't have to." "It was really nothing, my sweet." "Bye, Gabby" she sighed. "Until next time beautiful," he told her before hanging up. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* She stared at herself in the full length mirror. A long hot shower always relaxed her. Naked skin stared back. Letting go, she exhaled. Her boobs jiggled and a soft giggle echoed through her room. "They're not too big," she said aloud, speaking to no one. A faint memory of her sister teasing her about how they'd suffocate her while she slept flushed through her mind. She lifted them higher and a full bust ensued. Standing still, she smoothed a hand over a shapely but firm tummy. Smooth skin flowed down then over the hill her voluptuous hips created. Soft but muscular thighs encased within her temple. A finger brushed against the strip her neatly trimmed pubic hair held. A hard knock on the bathroom door shook her from bad memories. Her gaze never left the reflection. "Hurry up, Bee. CoCo's almost here and I still have to do your make-up!" Maddie yelled. "I'll be out in a second!" She closed her eyes. A familiar shiver crept over. "Oh no," she gasped. Warm hands softly grasping her shoulders snapped them open. Her eyes doubled in size. "Mama?" a child-like voice escaped her in a cry. Standing behind Bianca, with a smile that mirrored her own, her mom kissed her shoulder and stared with a loving gaze. "So beautiful," she whispered, staring into her eyes. She stared back as tears pooled in her eyes. Not bearing the courage to cry, she shut her eyes tighter. A gust of cold wind crept over her naked body. When she opened them, she was alone again. Wiping away excess tears, she stared at her reflection a few minutes longer before getting dressed. They were back. Only this time she saw them while she was awake. Slipping on a white lace thong and matching bra, Bianca repeated the mantra that kept her safe for so many years, grabbed her robe and got ready to lose herself in whatever came that night. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Stepping out her bedroom door she felt love fill the air. She nodded to Kari, a stocky asian girl, with a jet black bob and piercing eyes. She stood near their living room window, sporting a pinstripe suit and black Doc Martins. The level headed one of the group, she always spoke calmly and exhibited a laid back approach to life. She returned the nod and strolled over to an eager Dre and Lanely. They were knee-deep in a conversation about the latest Bulls game. Dre turned and gave her a wave. His masculine frame diminshed beneath more feminine features as his thick dreadlocks whipped behind him. Lanely gave his usual smile. The only straight guy out of the group, Bianca always loved the way he was so secure in his masculinity. Growing up, when boys in their neighborhood teased him for befriending a "fag", he'd simply wave them off and shrug. He knew who his friends were. A relaxed, at home look lay sprawled on his face. He looked royal, sitting in an all black Canali 12000 suit with Prada embellished shoes and an 88 Rue du Rhône watch. The archetype of handsome. She'd never seen him so fancy. "Looking good!" she commented, running a hand along his shoulders. His smooth latin voice called to her. "Gracias, mamì," his voice boomed, following her. Cynthia and Maddie congragated near the kitchen. "I'm ready," she told Maddie, sitting on an arm of their couch. The "glamazon" batted long jewel encrusted eyelashes. "Are you ready to be transformed?" she overdramatically recited. "Do you have to say that everytime you do my make-up?" Bianca laughed. "Uh yes, darling," she replied in a mock Russian voice. Towering over Bianca at 6'3 in heels, Maddie formally known as Maddox, was more of a motherly figure than a friend. They met at a gay rights rally in college and became instantly close. She struted over in a red leather jumpsuit and firey stilettos that contrasted her golden skin. Dirty blonde hair spiraled in thick curls as an excited look brandished her amber eyes. "Sit, here. We need to get you dressed before CoCo gets here," she fussed ushering her to the kitchen. She placed a rectangular box on the table. Relaxing her shoulders, she closed her eyes and let an old friend perform magic. Puffs of coffee colored powder echoed through the air as a chill Maddie worked with ease. "It feels like I'm playing with a Barbie," she said, smiling. "You barely need any foundation at all." Kari walked over with a small skull brand camera and snapped a picture. Maddie swiped an unnatural shade of gold across Bianca's brow. Dre and Lanely continued their conversation, but snuck glances at them every few minutes. "Has anyone ever told you, you've got perfect lips, sweety?" Maddie complimented, giving her a faux mole right above perfectly arched eyebrows. Bianca let a light giggle slip. "I'm serious," Maddie continued. "Such flawless skin. You're a drag queen's worst enemy, honey." The group erupted in cackled laughter. "And done," she dropped her hand and leaned back to gaze at her work of art. "Whoa!" Cynthia and Kari exclaimed. Lanely and Dre walked over as Maddie handed Bianca a mirror. She couldn't help but smile, effectively cranking her beauty up another notch. "Just fucking marry me, Bee," Lanely spilled, oozing over her. A suggestive smile enveloped his lips. A few "oooohh's" erupted. "Next lifetime," she teased, giving him a playful wink. A loud buzz emitted through the apartment. "CoCo," they all guessed. Maddie packed up her kit as Cynthia buzzed her in. "I'll get the drinks," Lanely offered, straightening his tie. "Be back in a bit," Bianca called over her shoulders. She ran to get dressed. Spritzing on a little "Daisy" by Marc Jacob, she got for Christmas last year, she turned on her "Hipsterish" playlist while picking out accessories. "Rill Rill" by the sleigh bells played in the background. She skipped over to her bed and sat down on the edge. As luck would have it, she got a manicure and pedicure the day before her date with David. Maybe it was nerves, but she wanted everything to be perfect for tonight. Her entire body was waxed as a healthy glow emanated and gave off a look of perfection. She turned to the door just as a figure walked in. "Ohhhhh! Sexy! Sexy!" She sprinted to CoCo and wrapped her in a hug. "Baby cakes!" CoCo laughed and her light hazel eyes danced. "Look at you," Bianca said. "Just as lovely as always." Lovely wasn't an accurate enough statement to describe her. Her best friend oozed sex appeal in her skin-tight, gray, snakeskin Serpentine dress. Only an inch shorter than Bianca, she produced the same endowed assets only on a smaller frame. Coco's mahogany skin glittered as she beamed at her best friend. Toned, athletic legs seeped out as the dress cut just below her thighs. The gray, open-toed, four inch Jimmy Choo's gracefully accented her. "Girl, if I had your hips, I'd rule the fucking world," CoCo told her. Bianca laughed before realizing she was still half nude. She grabbed the dress Cynthia picked out and stepped into it. Pulling it up, she loved the feel of the silk as it hugged her. The Ralph Lauren, cherry red dress stopped just above her knees. The elegant sweet bow sash helped accentuate her voluptuous figure. V neck line, thick straps and wrapped bodice felt tailored specifically for her body. Her natural hourglass figure heightened and teased the fabric. She wrapped the sash around her waist and tightened it into a bow. Looking up, she saw CoCo's mouth drop. "You're beautiful, babe," she said, walking towards her. Bianca "awwed" her and giggled. CoCo's face dropped to a serious look, "I mean it, Bee. You really are beautiful." Bianca shrugged and stared down at her bare feet. Perfectly clipped cuticles and a blood red color stared back. She didn't wanna have this conversation. Especially not now. "Not tonight, Co. I just wanna put all the worrying and self doubt away, tonight," she held out her hand. CoCo stepped forward and took it. Her smaller build reached around Bianca's waist and let a long overdue hug answer. "Tomorrow, we're having brunch and I'm talking your ears off." Bianca smiled and nodded profusely. "I got you something," a grin spread across CoCo's face. She never even noticed the gift bag her best friend dropped near her door. Reaching in, she pulled out a medium sized, lily white square box. "Just a thank you for being you." A squeal rang through the room. She dropped the box and held a pair of glitter Christian Louboutins. "Oh my God! You didn't!" She threw her arms around CoCo's dainty shoulders. "I love you, Cleopatra Colt!" CoCo laughed. "I love you too, babydoll." "These must of cost a fortune," Bianca let her go. "No, I got some connects in L.A and they hooked me up and there's more." Bianca gestured towards the bed. They sat as she collected more gifts. A black unmarked rectangular box slid out alongside a smaller beige one. Ripping the bow off, she opened the black one and her mouth dropped. "Oh you are the best friend ever!" She pulled out a turquoise strapless dress with a vinyl waistband. It subtly warmed her heart and a faint memory jogged through her. It was soft yet edgy. Feminine and stunning. She reached for the smaller box and opened it. Looking up at CoCo, her heart melted. An 18 carat, gold necklace with a half heart pendant set in white diamonds radiated. "I've got the other half," she told her. Bianca looked over and CoCo ran it through her fingers. "I don't know what to say. Thank you so much. You didn't have to, though." "Girl, hush. I had some amazing shopping sprees in L.A. and I thought about how little we spoke since I left. Consider this guilt spending." "Really expensive, guilt spending." They shared a laugh. \knock\ \knock\ "Uh, Bee, you've gotta come out right away, girl," Dre's voice lifted them from their laughter. "Um okay," Bianca hesitantly told him. Putting away her new dress she asked for CoCo's help in putting on the necklace. She gladly obliged. Bianca slipped on the Louboutins and tested her balance. After a few minutes, she felt the familiar feel of control wash over. She needed this. Walking past her closet mirror, she barely recognized the stunning young lady who looked back. She grabbed her black leather wristlet as CoCo led the way out. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Walking back towards the living room she saw her friends standing in a circle, clearly fascinated over something or someone. "Hey," she called out. "What's up?" The figures one by one moved to the side so that her view of their interest popped out. She smelled that familiar scent of smokey mint and her heart raced. Sitting comfortably with a snug smile and twinkling gray eyes, was David. The air chilled as silence sliced through. "Hello, darling," he smiled. She saw the girls blush and rolled her eyes. "Hey Gabby," she greeted trying to hide a smile. He rose and sauntered over to her. Eyes blazing with a steel grace. Lips set into a wicked smirk. She held steady, watching his long strides set in supermodel mode and that cocky way he ran a hand through his hair. He reached for her hand and laid his signature kiss on it. Turning to her group of eager friends, his smile widened, making all except Lanely and Kari, groan with lust. She had to admit, he did look exceptionally piquant. Creased black slacks hung deliciously over loafers. Another crisp linen shirt cloaked his broad, muscular physique. The top three buttons lay open, showcasing a light, well defined chest. He pulled her into a hug. Wrapping his arms around her waist and sliding them up her back. A fresh yet sharp flowery perfume besieged his understandings. Her arms draped around bulky shoulders as she held him close. He never wanted to let go. Seeing her dressed so divinely sexy, really got him raging. Her figure fitting dress showed enough without showing too much. She sprouted in the red bottoms that sculpted her shapely calves. Her hair! He shook his head, thinking he was imagining it but she changed her hair. Once thick and artfully curly, her dark mane, now bone straight, hung majestically over her shoulders and dangled neatly towards her waist. Still thick and full, not one curly strand remained. The beautiful half heart pendant suspended between her budding cleavage set the tone for her outfit. Sexy. Sumptuous. Pristine. His domineering side set in. How could he let her out looking this delectable? Some shark toothed prick would swallow her whole. She turned and introduced him to her friends while he devised a plan to keep an eye on one of his most important treasure. "Guys, this is David. David, these are my best friends." With the individual greetings over with, she turned to him. "This is a nice surprise," she crinkled her nose. His grip on her waist tightened, "Can't a fellow just stop by to say hi?" She squinted at him. "I'm watching you, Crete," she joked. He smiled as his dimples deepened and kissed her bare shoulder. "You look so beautiful," he complimented. A shiver ran through her. The tense atmosphere disappeared as drinks were passed around. "You did eat a proper meal before hand?" he questioned. Silvery eyes a light. She looked up. Inane, composed posture giving nothing away. "If I say yes, will you stop worrying?" He passed a champagne flute filled with a rose color liquor to her. "No. You're a rare gem," he conceded, pulling her face to his. Mannish yet manicured fingers tucked under her chin. "And I'll always worry." She chuckled. His eyes traveled down to her flawless....everything. The spicy lipstick she wore turned her lips a luscious scarlet. He itched to bite them. "See something you like?" she baited noticing his provocative stare. Bits of gray swirled in his eyes, hypnotizing her. "Yes," his voice dropped to a sensual tone. Seeing her dressed so hot and out of her usual element made his mouth water. "You look amazing." She looked down, "Thanks," she mumbled. "Do you wanna come with us?" "Maybe later, I've got some tedious legal stuff to take care of. I wanted to see you off and say behave." She nodded, "Gabby, I'm a woman. We were created to misbehave." A mischievous smile played on her lips. Laughing, he kissed her hand again and started for the door. "Leaving so soon?" CoCo called. David turned back to the expectant crowd. "Yes," he grinned, eyes honing in on Bianca. "But, you'll be seeing a lot of me." And with that he was out the door. Their attention turned back to her. She swallowed the contents of the glass in one sip. "Not talking about it tonight," she warned them. "Somebody refill my glass." They groaned in frustration. "Someone's been a busy bee," Maddie hummed fixing Cynthia's little black dress. Ignoring Maddie's prodding, she handed her glass to Lanely who dutifully indulged her. "Who bought the Rosè?" She saw two opened bottles on the dining room table. "Your mystery man did," Dre said, rolling his neck and snapping a finger at her. "Keep talking and we're gonna make you the designated driver," Bianca snapped back. "Child please," Dre laughed at her in a voice entirely too high pitched. "I made you the drunk you are today." She laughed at his feistiness and accepted the fresh glass from Lanely. His cinnamon colored face peeked over; wide, tawny orbs of enchantment flooded her. \Thanks\ she mouthed. He raised his glass with a light smile and nodded. "All of this wine sipping is really cute but who's taking shots with me?" They turned to CoCo, setting up shots of tequila. Bianca downed the rest of the sweet tasting drink and grabbed Lanely. Everyone else walked over to the dining room table and grabbed a shot of tequila. Raising hers, she made a toast. "To good friends and the will to be young, adventurous and carnivorous." A loud cheer rang out followed by a groan after tasting the potent shot. She felt the warmth spread through her belly as a slight numbness relaxed her shoulders. This was gonna be a good night. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Cell phone glued to his ear, David rattled off instructions to his security team. "Marc, you, Anderson and Hans stay close by. You've got visuals of the entire group as well as your directions. Make sure they say safe. Especially Bianca." "Yes sir," Marc responded. "We'll check in every 45 minutes." "Make it every 30." David hung up and took a deep breath. Pretty soon, he wouldn't have to be this overprotective. She'd be his and he could keep her safe. A slow smile appeared as he walked out of her building and thought about the utter shock that encompassed her face upon seeing him. God, she was so immaculately beautiful. It pained him to leave but in order to get closer he had to give her space without really giving her space. A dark blue SUV pulled up and he hopped in. "David," the driver's thick Irish accent spoke. "Another stakeout?" David gave his mate a chuckle. "Kiaran, thanks again for this man." "Ay no worries, lad. I still owe you for yesterday, thank you for handling it so well. I'm forever in your debt." "That's what friends are for." "So who are we tailing tonight?" Kiaran asked. David looked over at the crowd of people leaving his love's building. They walked past the tinted SUV, laughing loudly and in good spirits. His jaw clenched when he saw Bianca and Lanely arm in arm. The way he looked at her. It seemed so familiar but rubbed David the wrong way. He rubbed David the wrong way. Lanely helped her into the waiting limousine, letting his hand slip down he placed it just above her bottom. He bit his lip and a look of lust crossed his face as he checked out her statuesque figure. David's eyes roared, "Them." He made a mental note to dig up some information on Lanely. He might be trouble. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* They pulled up to the newest club in central Belmont. The line was wrapped around the block. "You know the owner of Sinister?" Bianca asked CoCo as Lanely helped her step out. "Yeah, we had a little fling last year," she informed her. "When I told him I was coming back to the Chi, he jumped through hoops to get me to come. So we're VIP, drinks are free and we get to use the exclusive bathroom." They walked past the bouncer flashing the VIP bracelets. The soft sound of an electro-pop song hummed as they walked through the second entrance. Security escorted them to the VIP area; a huge balcony style terrace that overlooked the main dance floor. A velvet rope seperated 2 VIP areas. She glanced over at the other area and noticed a group of men staring. CoCo said something to catch her attention but she couldn't hear over the music. She looked back over and they were all still staring. Turning around she looked over her shoulder, certain they were looking at something behind her. Her entire group made their way over to their own secluded area, leaving her a few feet behind. She turned back around and all but one dark figure sat looking at her. She gave an awkward wave which he eagerly returned. His heart dropped when she flashed her mega-watt smile and followed her friends, his eyes never left her. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ "Here you go," Lanely yelled giving Bianca another drink. "This is the third pineapple vodka you've bought me. Are you trying to get me drunk?" she baited him, her words slightly slurring. "Yes," he joked. "But hey, I'm feeling a little buzzed myself. You could take advantage of ME for all I know." She laughed at his dramatics. Turning back around she glanced at the other VIP area. The dark figure was still staring at her. Maybe it was the excessive alcohol but she got really annoyed. After steading herself she made her way over to their area. The bouncer held the rope back. She strutted over to the group and sat down next to the attentive guy whose eyes never left her. His eyes widened a little at how much confidence radiated from her. "Hi," she sternly greeted, staring into his icy blue eyes. He leaned over. "Hello baby," a deep Southern voice took her by surprise. "Is there a problem? You've been staring since I got here," she asked, jaw slightly clenching. His smile twisted into a malicious grin. He moved closer and for the first time all night a bad feeling rolled over her. There was something off about him but in her intoxicated state she couldn't put her finger on it. She looked across and Lanely watched her. Looking back to the ominious stranger, she waited for a response. "No problem, little lady. Just admiring your beauty." "Thank you," she gave a tight smile. "But it's really impolite to stare. I hope I won't have to worry about you behaving this way the entire night. Seeing as how we're balcony neighbors." He let a coy smile slip and for the first time since they met she took in his presence. A southern boy. Faded blue jeans, dark blue tee and boots. Boots? \Who the hell wears boots to a club?\ she thought. His corny "Everything's bigger in Texas" belt buckle made her scoff. "No worries at all, sweetheart. I'll be seeing you around," he told her. A dark shadow crept over his cobalt blue eyes, chilling her. She stood. "Enjoy your night," she told him, an aloofness sprouting. "Hey, you okay?" CoCo asked once she returned. "Peachy," she downed the rest of the drink. They took more shots and she felt the numbness sink in. "Let's dance, mamì," Lanely whispered to her. She smiled and nudged Cynthia, letting her know they were headed to the dance floor. She pulled out a pair of black slip on flats. Bianca never danced in heels, the fear of possibly breaking her ankle outweighed any fashion mistake. She dashed down the steps leaving Lanely a few feet behind. He coursed through the crowded dance floor, calling her. She lost her sensibilities. Let her inhibitions go. He grabbed a hold of her waist just as the tempo increased. A mix of a techno bass and Rihanna's "We found love" hypnotized the scene. She threw her head back just as the strobe lights erupted. Holding her from the back, he watched as her hips swayed against his own. They moved with a wild yet subtle fury. Bianca led the way, fistpumping to the raveneous beat and moving as dangerously as a viper. Lanely held her close and tried to keep up. He loved her in this element. Hell, he LOVED her. After an hour of what some would describe as erotic dancing, they parted, never noticing the figure watching. He danced with a flirty Cynthia but his eyes never left Bianca. An hour after someone pinched her ass for the third time, she decided to step away from the dance floor. Grabbing Maddie and CoCo, she dashed to the exclusive bathroom with a full bladder. After washing her hands, she caught Maddie staring at her. "What?" she asked. "Don't what me, here," she handed Bianca her phone. "Call ya cute little beau, and stop leading Lane on. You know that boy loves you." Bianca rolled her eyes, "He doesn't love me like that and I'm not leading him on, Mad. We were just dancing!" Maddie sucked her teeth and walked towards the exit. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, sugar." She rolled her eyes and balanced on her tip-toes in the mirror. Her hair grew to three times its straightened width. All that dancing had it reverting back to its original curly state. She looked wild yet tender and alluring. Grabbing a band from her purse, she teased her hair into a high ponytail, taming the thickness for now. She walked past a dimly lit corner not noticing the figure studying her. "Bianca spotted near the east wing bathroom," a voice reported. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ David stood watching his love near the balcony. Seeing her dance with Lanely made him livid. He had always been the jealous type. She approached the lower level bar and ordered water. Her emotions were getting the best of her as she took grateful sips. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as her hearing heightened. She felt his presence before she saw him. Looking over from the bar and towards the balcony, she froze. His glacial gray stare stopped her heart and the music. The only sounds she heard were the pounding of her heart and a faint yet identical sound. Before she had a chance to blink, he descended the stairs and walked towards her. In a state of rebellion, she rose and made a dash for the crowd, that mischievous smile lay etched on her lips. If he wanted her, he'd have to catch her. Game on.
Frank: The Carer	54,593	4.54	182,919	[ "uncle died", "thunder storm", "aunt molly", "live die", "feel safer", "house night", "sleep bed", "cock legs", "woke morning", "time felt" ]	'Frank', elderly ladies man story) Since I was unemployed and about as much prospect of getting a job as a snowball has surviving in hell. I took the task of carer for my old great aunt. It wasn't that she was ill she was as healthy as any seventy five year old. It was she didn't like to stay in her house alone at night since my uncle died. Aunt Molly was a pain in the arse; she was one of those women who complained about anything and everything. Since my great uncle died she has told everyone she wants to die. She is also a devout Catholic and goes to church two or three times a week and twice on Sundays. This is the other pain with her. Now why would I go and stay with someone like her? Well I got an additional payment from Social Services for doing this task over and above my normal benefit. All I had to do was be in the house between nine at night and nine the next morning, but I moved in to my own room just to keep out of her way. It was my mother who pressurized me in doing this task, for Uncle Richard was her mother's brother. This wasn't a difficult task; it was just the constant complaining my aunt kept up. The good point was this was a rich suburb with loads of rich old ladies and I was partial to old ladies. I was almost thirty years of age and I have a good nest egg tucked away, which I have acquired from my elderly women friends, they are always appreciative for any attention you will give them. One would be surprised the number of those women who are just begging for some attention. One I had to exclude from that category was my aunt Molly I think she thought it was just for pissing with. The problem with her was, she had never done a days work in her life, my uncle took care of all the bills and made all the decisions. All she had to do was look after his house. Now when he died she had no concept of the value of money, drive a car or even how to write out a cheque. In other words she was useless and afraid to be alone. Her own son had stayed with her for six months, but he moved out because of her constant moaning and complaining; now it was my turn. The only difference between him and I was he wasn't interested in older women and he was far older than me. I have been living here for a month now and I was beginning to become acquainted with the people who lived in the immediate area. In fact I hardly saw my aunt. Winter was upon us and we had lots of lightening and thunder. The one thing that frightened my aunt was the thunder. The last two nights we had low rumbling thunder, she was banging on my bedroom door, I had to go out and hold her, because she was shaking that much. To-night we really had the lot flashing lightening, thunder right overhead and lashing rain. Again the banging on the door, so up I got, she was standing outside my bedroom shaking. "Look Aunty, you heard what the weather man said, we can expect this to last all night. Now I have no intention of standing out here holding onto you just because of a little noise. Go back to bed you are quite safe, I'm just through here." "No I'm not going back to my room; I want you to stay with me." "I'll tell you what I'll come and lie down on the bed with you, and then you won't be alone." "I'm not having you in my bed, what would people say me having you in bed beside me." "Who the hell would know anyway, no-body comes to see you anyway you moan that much, so if that doesn't suit you then go back to bed." Then there was a bright flash and almost instantly a loud crash, she hugged my arm. "Oh alright, but not under the bedding," she said. "Look, if you think I'm lying on top without any bedding and freeze my balls off then think again." "Must you swear; well alright, but keep to the other side of the bed," she condescended. I took her hand and led her back into her room, I took the right side and she got in the left as far over as she could. I turned my back on her and fell asleep oblivious to the storm. When I woke up in the morning I was still in the same place, but she was hard up against my back with her right arm over my chest. So much for her wanting to stay as far apart as possible. Whilst lying there I knew she was awake, her breathing confirmed it. "So I was some comfort to you was I, at least I was able to get a nights sleep." "Yes I must admit it was comforting having you in bed and you did behave yourself," she said. "You really fancy yourself, do you think everyone wants to jump into your knickers, well believe me you are quite safe as far as I am concerned." Still the arm didn't move, but she moved a bit closer and I felt her lower belly on my bottom, we were like two spoons in a drawer. If she felt comfortable like that then I couldn't care less. I rose at my usual time of seven o'clock and padded back to my room, shaved and showered and by that time she had got up, laid out my cereal and made the coffee. This in itself was rare, for she never usually got up until nine. I went outside and brought in the paper for it was still pouring with rain. It was obvious that the rain was in for the day, because the clouds were low and black. In fact today she hardly complained about anything and for the first time since I came to live here, she didn't want to die, well she never came out with it. I took her to church and waited outside. We gave another old lady a drive back that lived two doors up, but we only exchanged names and pleasantries. Again the weather was for showers and a possible thunder storm occurring over-night. "Maybe you had better come in and sleep in my bed to-night Frank. I will feel a lot more comfortable." "Yea OK, if that will make you feel safer," I replied. Only half listening. This went on for all the next week, purely because the presenter said there could be a possible thunder storm. I was beginning to suspect she wanted me to sleep there all the time. Maybe she felt safer with me closer than in my own bed. Now I drive her and Mrs Stephanie Forsyth-Moulton, which is the lady who lives two doors away, to church and bring them back now. I decided to have it out with her so at dinner I broached the subject. "Auntie we have had no thunder for days now, you keep asking me to come and sleep in your bed. If it makes you feel safer then why don't I permanently sleep there and stop all this hassle?" "Maybe until the winter is over, will you?" "You're not worried what people will say then?" "Only you and I will know, and I must admit I sleep a lot easier now." Almost the same words I said to her earlier, how people change. "Then it's settled then, now we both can get a full night sleep." I woke up the next morning with her again close up to my back, but instead of her hand over my chest she had my cock in her hand and gently squeezing it. Now I am rather big in that department and her small hand didn't completely circle my cock. I lay awake letting her stroke me and loving the sensation I was getting. "Like doing that Auntie?" I eventually asked and she withdrew her hand quickly. I turned then to face her and she couldn't look me in the eye. I took her hand and replaced it on my cock. "If you like doing that please go ahead. I like it anyway." "What will you think of me Frank an old woman, playing with a young mans thing." "It's not a thing it's a cock or penis. I think you are only being human, if you like holding it then carry on, but it would be better between your legs." She picked up the wrong meaning, for she turned her back to me, brought her bottom up close, and placed my cock between her legs, up hard against her vagina. The randy old bitch, I thought, the one who condemned everyone else, was getting herself off with my cock between her legs. I put my arm around her and squeezed her breast through her nightie and she came even closer. It was really awkward lying like this and soon we were parted. I was once again lying on my other side and she was once again holding my hard cock in her hand. All this handling of my cock was starting to have some effect on me night after night was the same now. Once I got into bed up she came and just reached round and felt for her favourite toy. I really didn't want to start anything with this old lady, but I'd just been watching a very provocative movie, then getting into bed in the dark and have a female hand grasps your already inflated cock, was just too much. I rolled right over taking my aunt with me and as if it was an old practiced thing I was between her legs and a few inches was rove up her wet cunt before she could utter a sound. "Oh you mustn't it isn't right Frank," she said but with little conviction, for her legs had spread and lifted offering me easy access. I don't know when she had ever been fucked before, it must have been a long time ago, or my uncle had had a small prick, for she was almost like fucking a virgin. Her old cunt quickly spread in all directions as I sunk into her, in one smooth penetration, until my root slammed into her puffy lips. Now there was no turning back, I had given her full penetration. I expected more and stronger refusals, but no what I got was the wiggle of her bottom and her arms coming round me and cries of "Oh yes, that is lovely." No longer a miserable old cow, but an eager and receptive cunt that I am sure I will be spending quite a bit of time in by the actions she was showing now. It was she who was thrusting her wide hips into mine trying to achieve the impossible, for no more of my ten inch cock would or could penetrate her more. I achieved my satisfaction but she was determined to hold on to me now that we had coupled. If this had been her intention from the beginning then she has got it, but I doubted it. This was something that just occurred I am sure of it. Anyway it has happened and I don't give a shit, for she seems to be a good grind and that is the main thing. Everything changed from that time, it felt as though now she was the carer, she fussed over me all day long. When the social worker made her regular call on her and I, which was part of the Government conditions, she remarked on the difference in my aunts total attitude. "Your presence seems to have given your aunt the will to live life again, you should consider staying on as her carer." "Yes I may just do that, she sure has changed," I told her as she left. Yes she sure has and all because of a length of cock. My Aunt was a lot happier woman I took to church with the lady Stephanie and even Stephanie noticed the difference. "I should get a carer too if one makes as much difference as it done to our aunt." "Yes maybe you should," I replied not really caring one way or the other. After seeing the inside of her house and knowing how she dresses, I doubt if the Government would be paying for someone to care for her. Money just shouted at you when you saw the inside of her home as I had now on three occasions when my aunt and I were invited over. The saying goes that the people who want to die linger on and those who want to live are the ones who die young. That was the case with my Aunt Molly, she left it too late to begin loving the pleasures of the flesh and one evening she said she felt tired and went to bed early. When I went to bed I found her dead, I suppose you could say she fucked herself to death. So after the funeral, I was preparing to leave. I no longer got the extra allowance from the Government, so I was going to return home, when Mrs Stephanie Forsyth-Moulton stopped me as I loaded my car, which was once my Uncle Richards pride and joy, but now mine. A parting gift so to speak from a grateful Aunt. "I was wondering if you could be my carer, you made a great change in your aunt by your presence, I am sure you can do the same for me?" Now what will I do?
10 Days in Hollywood: Day 04	23,751	4.63	1,519,142	[ "mf", "mff", "oral", "facial" ]	\\DISCLAIMER\\* Please note that this story is a 100% work for fiction and the characters are not reflective of their real life counterparts and are not endorsed. Any similarity to real life events is purely coincidental. At the end of day, this is a fictional fantasy story, nothing more. Enjoy!* \* I woke up to the bell of the house being rung. It was still fairly early in the morning, I thought, but I checked the time on my phone and noticed it read 7:45am. I dragged myself out of the bed and walked down to the front door, dressed in a pair of boxer briefs only. I opened it to see a pretty girl, 19 I'd say, and an older gentleman staring back at me. "Mr Richard Cole? I'm Alberto Jacobs from Kriezer Prestige Car Hire." I nodded. "Emilio Alvarez Quesarillo has put an order for a car for a hire car for the next seven days. Could you just sign here and Cindy will give you the keys." I wiped the sleep from my eyes as he forced the contract in front of me. I didn't know Emilio's full name but it was too much of a coincidence if it wasn't him. I took the pen from the man and signed the contract line and input the date. Alberto walked off and the girl, Cindy, handed me the keys before having a cheeky look at my crotch. She winked in my direction before joining him and the two drove off. I looked at the drive way and saw that they had left a Porsche 911 Targa 4S for me. I smiled and walked around the car, ensuring no scratches and to ensure I wasn't dreaming. I smiled as I thought about the fortune I was having on this trip. "God, I hope it's manual." Day 4 Starring Kat Dennings, Melissa Benoist & Amy Adams Featuring Daisy Ridley & Felicity Jones MFF, MF, Cons, Oral, Facial The previous night, I had spent several hours with Jessica after our encounter and I found her to be a very funny woman but a little bit desperate in her continuing hunt for an Oscar. I told her about the project I was working on with Amy and the second script I had just finished writing. She expressed an interest in both despite there not being a role in either for her. I did agree to consider her for any future roles though it was partially inspired by wanting to sleep with her again. I had a few hours to kill before the film screening so I made myself a nice healthy lunch of eggs, which I would like to say was through choice but, in reality, was due to the lack of sausages and bacon. With a pot of coffee to drink, I sat outside and reviewed my script for any changes before sending over to the proof readers at the management company to go through with a fine tooth comb. I was interrupted by my phone ringing with an unrecognised number. "Hi Richard, it's Daisy Ridley here." "Hi Daisy, how are you?" "I'm good thanks. I just thought I'd give you call as I saw your film last night." "And?" I asked. "Oh I liked it." "Ah, thank you. It's great to hear so much positive feedback about it. " "Would you want to do lunch and we can talk about it more?" she asked "I'd love to but I can't sorry. I have to go to a film screener to do some networking. I get the feeling your boyfriend wouldn't be too happy either. " "Don't mind him; he needs to get over his petty jealousies. Work is work." "How are things with him anyway? He seemed a bit angry as I left the hotel on Tuesday." "It's complicated. Oh, Felicity wants to say something." I smirked as I heard the phone being passed over. "Hey Coley. I've been invited to a masquerade ball on Sunday but my date has cancelled on me. Fancy coming?" "A masquerade ball? Like the Venetians had? Sure but I don't have a mask." I replied "That's okay, you wear black and I'll provide the mask." With that, Felicity hung the phone up and there was silence on the line. I was intrigued by the party invitation from Felicity; I'd not been a masquerade ball before so I did wonder if it would be a formal party or one that fell into decadence. I noticed the time was getting on so I decided to get dressed and leave a little early, why wouldn't I pass up the opportunity to drive the new car for a while before I was due to attend the screening. I drove the car around the hills for a bit, enamoured with its ability to take the corners at a good speed. I had got a bit carried away so I took a slight breather to enjoy the view before heading down to the screener in Burbank. I'd enjoyed the networking opportunity at the start and felt genuine interest in my film. I was asked my opinion of Diego's films but I thought it was wise to be a sycophant and just say that I liked them and that I was looking forward to watching this latest one. It would be a bit rude to come to his own film and say he was peddling pretentious nonsense. I noticed the star give me a couple of looks before the film but she hadn't approached me. I wasn't sure it this was because she didn't have time or want to but I did take the opportunity to check her out. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders and her white blouse only showed a little bit of cleavage, though it was obvious there was a plentiful bounty underneath. She complemented her hour glass figure with a black pencil skirt and a pair of red heels. The film itself was exactly as I expected, two hours of nonsense and the film finished with the main male character choking to death quite graphically. There was a stunned silence as it ended and it continued as Diego stepped up onto the stage and did an impromptu question and answer session. Eventually we were allowed out for a drinks reception to discuss the film some more and Diego approached me. "Richard, I can already tell you did not like it." I nodded. "I wouldn't say I didn't like it Diego, it's just that I didn't understand what I was going for. You know me and my simplified romances." "Ah, it is about commercialisation and how it destroys love and our soul so we don't have to bow down to it." "Yeah..." I replied, clearly showing I had no idea what he was on about. "And he made me be sick four times as he didn't like the colour of it." I turned around to see the female star, Kat Dennings, approaching us. "I had a palette that had to be obeyed my dear Katherine. Ah, I must go see this lady." He answered before walking off to leave the two of us alone. "You know he hates you right?" "Does he? We've only met a handful of times. How do you know that?" I asked her "He took me out for dinner to try and get into my pants and just trashed you the whole night. Apparently you slept with some girl he liked, Caroline I think?" "Caroline? Jesus, I had a year-long relationship with the girl. It's a bit silly that he's hung up on that." "He's an idiot! Come on; let's go sit on the balcony." Kat led the way and it gave me an opportunity to check out her body a bit closer. She wasn't a stick thin girl but her boobs and arse dwarfed her waist and the fitted clothing she chose to wear showed it off fantastically. She stopped as we reached the end of the balcony and drank some more red wine, looking out into the car park. "You know, I look at all these cars and wonder whose is whose. I think it would display a lot about their personality. Obviously Diego has a Prius." "What do you have?" "Currently a Mustang, plenty of grunt and it rides the clutch hard. You?" "Well back home, I live in the centre of London so I don't have one. Luckily I don't get noticed so I can just jump onto the tube." I answered. "That's very wise considering the congestion charge and the significant lack of parking." I looked at her with a surprised expression about her knowledge. "I spent a lot of time in London when I was filming the last Thor film. I had to get taxis everywhere with Natalie refusing to ride the underground." "They do get a bit crammed." "And here? What you got to get around?" she asked, leaning over the balcony to display a little more of her cleavage. "Well I got driven around for the first few days but the guy whose babysitting me had to have a few days off. They've hired me a Porsche Targa for the next week." "Holy shit, really? I've always wanted to fuc... ride around in one of them." I smiled as she almost admitted a fantasy. "Well ask nicely and maybe you'll get to... ride around in one." I gave her a wink as we clinked glasses together. I was enjoying our flirting when she was dragged away to go and chat to some producers leaving me on my own to look out into the mess of cars. A few other people approached me and asked me about my career, hopes and dreams and it was a rather dull affair as the people there were more of Diego's mould than my own. I decided that after five hours of film and chat I wanted to leave and do some writing of my own so I headed towards the exit. I walked to my car to see the figure of Kat leaning on the car next to it smoking a cigarette. "I got bored of those people so I thought I'd come here to look at your car." "Yeah, it's a beauty isn't it? I'm hoping I can buy my own one day." "I have to get over to Thousand Oaks to see a female friend. You fancy giving me a ride?" "I don't know where that is so you'll have to point me in the right way but yeah, I can give you a ride." She smiled as she stubbed out the cigarette and got into the passenger's seat. We drove out of the parking lot and headed out onto the 101 to head in the right direction. She seemed very comfortable in the seat and enjoyed the feeling of the car during the times we were able to pick up a bit of speed. I looked over in her direction and was sure she had undone a couple of the buttons as her cleavage seemed much larger than before and I could see the material of her red bra. "This car seems like it handles well. Fancy taking us off the highway to somewhere more secluded. I mean so we can hit some corners hard!" she said emphasising the final word. "Sure, I did the hills earlier and it handled the corners really well, no matter how hard I hit them." "Really? Do you give it hard often?" As we came into a wooded road, Kat started to stroke my leg softly. "I give it hard when it's needed." "Take a left here." She commanded. I followed Kat's instructions and headed left down through a small tunnel. The road was twisty and she let out a cheer each time I sped around a corner, getting closer to the kerb each time. She kept her hand on my thigh, squeezing it as she wailed with delight at the speed we were keeping. I didn't know where we were but it surprisingly secluded for Los Angeles, based on my limited knowledge of the area. As were hitting some speed, a deer walked out into the middle of the road. I just swerved past it, knocking some dust into the air, and I had to fight the steering wheel to keep the car on the road. When I was able to get a handle on it, I decided to slow down a little and have a breather. I looked over to Kat and her face was beaming, her lips curved into wide smile and her breasts heaving heavily within her shirt. She pointed her arm to an upcoming lane. "Take the right there and stop after about 100 yards." I steered the car in and drove down the dirt track as she instructed. I stopped in what appeared to be a cove of trees and took a moment to breath after enjoying the ride. I didn't get much of a rest though as Kat jumped straight onto my lap and straddled me, immediately forcing her tongue into her mouth. I kissed her back hard as my hands went to her arse and gave it a big squeeze. "Oh god, this car gets me so hot!" She reached back and ripped her shirt open, her breasts pressing hard against her bra. I undid the rear clasp and she threw it into the passenger seat. Her small nipples pointed right at me and I took her right breast into mouth, sucking on it hungrily. Kat let out a moan as she started to grind into my lap. Taking as much of her large breast into my mouth as I could, I bit down onto her nipple as I sucked on it. After I released her nipple, she pulled my t-shirt over my head and it joined her bra and shirt on the other side of the car. I grabbed Kat's left breast and started to suck that nipple too, making it as hard and as wet as the right one. She moaned louder as I worked her nipple, her grinding becoming more rhythmical and harder into my lap. I reached down to her arse and found the zip of her skirt, sliding it down as far as I could and releasing part of her thong clad arse. "Oh god, I so need you to fuck me," she moaned as I bit harder on her nipple. I knew I had worked her up well enough so I reached over to a button that collapsed the passenger seat. Knowing what I wanted, Kat jumped onto the passenger seat and got onto all fours. I reached over and lowered the remainder of the zip, fully revealing her plump arse. I slid the skirt and red thong down, revealing her smooth pussy already wet from the excitement. Kat looked back over her shoulder, her face filled with lust, and she winked at me. "God I hope you've got a good cock, I need to cum hard." I smirked at her words and undid my jeans, dropping them down past my knees. My cock was already hard from her grinding and the sight of her on all fours, eagerly waiting for my cock, made it even hard, I dropped my boxer shorts down and moved to kneel behind her. I placed my hand on the small of her back to keep her in place as I lined my cock up with her pussy. Kat instinctively gave her arse a wiggle and I plunged my cock straight in. Kat let out a loud moan as my cock went in and her muscles immediately tensed. Her excitement was obvious as it went in fully the first time and, before I could start to thrust, Kat started her own rhythm. I kneeled there as Kat took the lead and she whipped her head back and continued to moan loudly. "Oh yes, this is what I need. Slap my ass!" I listened and I raised my hand and brought it down to spank her, her cheeks wobbling as I did. The spanked seemed to ignite something in her and she lowered her chest down, pressing her breasts onto the seat of the car. The pushing back seemed to change into her twerking with my cock inside her and I continued to spank her arse hard. "Oh God yeah... harder... please so much harder..." Kat said in between moans. I could sense she was getting closer so I followed her instructions; I started to thrust into her with long hard thrusts. I raised my hand back and forcibly hit her arse, leaving a bit red mark. Her moans became louder and turned into screams as the pleasure started to overtake her and making her body shake. "Oh yeah, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming" Her body shook more as her wetness increased but I continued to thrust into her. Her moans continued as she was overwhelmed with pleasure. I held onto her hips hard to keep her in place as I continued my thrusts. "No more, no more, I don't want you cumming in me." I slowed my pace as came to a stop as her back was covered in sweat. I pulled out of her as she rolled over onto her back, her shaved pussy staring at me. I licked my lips as I looked over her amazing body, her beasts resting on her chest and rising and falling as she breathed heavily. "Straddle me!" she commanded. "Fuck my tits and cover them with your spunk." Doing as Kat told me, I moved to straddle her stomach and fitted my cock in between her breasts. Her hands squeezed them together so the mounds held cock in a vice like grip and I started to fuck them. Her small nipples were standing on end as her eyes never left my face. Her face was completely filled with lust as she bit her lower lip, still covered in the afterglow of her orgasm. I could feel the soft skin of her milky white breasts move up and down my cock and saw the enjoyment in her eyes. She loved the control her breasts had over men and getting them fucked brought a lot of pleasure to her. I could feel that I was about to cum so quickly pulled my cock out and started to jack off using my hand. Kat leaned up so I would have a better target. My balls tightened and I decorated her amazingly pert breasts with my cum. Kat giggled as the shooting continued and I leaned back against the glove box of the car. I let out a breath as Kat starting to rub the cum into her milky white skin. "That was an epic fuck, now I've got my Porsche riding experience." I laughed as I jumped over to my seat and sat back down. I was relieved to see that we were still alone but I don't think either of us would have objected if someone had been watching us. I pulled my jeans and boxers up as Kat brought her seat back up and passed me my t-shirt. After I put it on, I looked over to see that she still sat there naked and made no effort to put her clothes back on. She turned and smiled at me as her hands moved around to indicate we should start driving again. "You're just going to sit there naked?" "Yeah. I mean we're only five minutes from my friend's house and I'll have to get changed anyway." I laughed at her reply and turned the engine on and gently reversed the car out, following her instructions to her house. "So how did you know about such a secret spot?" I asked. "Oh you're not the first guy I've fucked in those woods. You are the first once I've left fuck my tits in here so at least you're one kind of first." "First Londonder?" I asked hopefully. "God no, fucked plenty when I was filming Thor. Even had a threesome with another actress." "Natalie Portman?" "That little princess? God no. This one was wild, maybe I'll introduce you." I pulled up outside the house and it looked like a rather large log cabin. There was a light on and a girl stood outside the front door, waving when she saw it Kat, "Well it was lovely fucking my director's enemy. When you're in LA next, feel free to hit me up and I'll let my pussy meet your cock again." "It's been a pleasure Kat." She leaned it and kissed me on the lips, sliding her tongue into my mouth as she did so. She tapped my cheek as she pulled away before gathering her clothes. I watched her arse as she walked in and licked my lips with desire. Her friend didn't even seem surprised that Kat was completely naked and the two of them disappeared into the house. The drive back to Los Angeles was a long one; the traffic was much busier than it had been for the past few days but it gave me an opportunity to catch up on some podcasts. I must have looked a bit odd laughing to myself as I listened to Elis & John, drivers I had seen LA did not appear to be enjoying themselves. Their faces varied between stern, bored and angry. My enjoyment was stopped by a phone call from an unknown number. "Hello?" "Hi Richard, it's Amy. How are you?" "I'm not too bad, just driving back into the city. How are you?" "I'm very good. I have spoken with Melissa and she's very sorry about what happened on Tuesday. Her friend Candice told her what happened the next day and she was in tears." "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." "Don't be, it's her fault; the silly bitch." Amy replied. "She wants to apologise to you in person and to perform, to show you her worth for the role. Can you pop round to her hotel tonight?" "Hotel?" I asked as I thought she'd have a house. "The ex is in the house and, as she doesn't spend a lot of time in LA this time of year, she is staying at a hotel for her months break from filming." "Okay, well I have nothing to do tonight. When and where?" "Intercontinental Hotel , downtown LA. Room 654, get there for 9 o'clock." "Okay, I will be there." I terminated the call and looked at the clock, it was now 6.30 and I was about half way back to the condo in the Hills. I quickly checked on google and I wouldn't make it back there for another 45 minutes with the current traffic so knew I would be cutting it fine. Melissa hadn't made a good first impression on me so I did consider taking my time but I thought that would be a bit of a dickish move and that wasn't really me. I was just turning up the hill when my phone rang with another unknown number. "Hello, Richard Cole speaking." "Hey Bubble Fucker!" And that line let me know who it was immediately. "Hello Miss Arterton, how are you? Are you sure you're allowed to speak to me?" Gemma was the first famous person I had slept with but I hadn't seen her for a number of years as her husband found out about our affair. She got divorced afterward but by then social circles had changed so we hadn't run into each other for quite some time. I'm surprised she still had my number. "Well I'm a single lady now so I control my own destiny." She replied. "How can I help? Are you going to tell me my film was quirky too?" "No, your film was shit but I'm calling you about something far more important. What are you doing on Monday?" I had to think back to the itinerary Emilio had given me. "I'm due to meet Anne Hathaway on her film set but that's not until the afternoon I don't think. Why do you ask?" "Why do I ask? Oh, how Hollywood you've become!" "Should I know something about Monday?" "Uh yeah... FA Cup fourth round. West Ham -- Charlton, our derby!" I then remembered about the football (soccer) match that had slipped my mind. Gemma was a big Charlton Athletic fan and, although the two teams hadn't played each other for a number of years due to Charlton tumbling down the leagues, there was still a big rivalry between the two East London teams. "Your derby! We still have Spurs, Chelsea and Millwall above you." "Fine, be that way. I've got no one to watch it with so fancy coming down to Santa Monica to be my viewing buddy?" "Yeah sure. Guessing it's a 9am start, where to?" "O'Callagheys, a shit den Irish bar. Wear your colours, I will be." "Okay Gem, I'll see you there Monday." She terminated the call and I arrived back at the condo. Due to traffic, I was a little bit longer than I expected and did not arrive back until 7.30pm, only allowing me an hour and a half to shower, eat something and get across the city. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and headed straight up to shower and make myself look pretty. I decided to dress in a white fitted shirt and grey trousers, no jacket or waist coat so I looked smart casual and I gelled my hair a bit smartly, different to my usual straight of bed look. There wasn't much food I could snack on so I quickly made a sandwich and headed out of the door, a good turnaround of 45 minutes. I jumped into the car and used the satnav to direct me to the hotel. I hadn't been prepared for the downtown traffic; everything seemed completely manic in comparison to the roads I had gone down with Kat. Eventually I arrived at the hotel but I was about 10 minutes late; that annoyed me as I prided myself as being on time. I gave the keys of the Targa to the valet and walked into the hotel. It seemed full of business types and not the sort of luxury you associate with glamorous actresses. That sort of made sense as this was a business meeting for all tense and purposes. I rode up the elevator to the sixth floor and looked around for a sign; room 654 was to my right so I headed down the corridor until I came to the door. I knocked on it and waited for the door to open. It came ajar and Melissa sheepishly popped her head out. "Hi Richard; thank you for coming." "That's okay Melissa. I think we got onto the wrong foot before; hopefully we can have a better meeting now. Do you want to let me in or are we going to a restaurant?" "No we're not." She answered. Melissa opened the door and revealed herself to be in a see-through blue negligee, a matching red lace bra and panties and red stockings. I looked her up and down with a shocked look; she had a good athletic body which was highly complimented by the underwear. "Let me help you with that." Melissa said as she undid the buttons on my coat. She slipped the material from my shoulders, her mouth breathing next to my ear and stood in front of me. "I'm really sorry about what happened at the party, that isn't me and I want to show you that I am worth the part. We want to show you together." I was enticed by what she meant by we and I followed her into the room. I took the opportunity to look her over; her legs were smooth and long and she a nicely toned arse, the material of her panties showed a lot of it and cut off half way down. Her stockings didn't seem to be connected to a garter belt and stood up on their own. I looked around the open plan room as Melissa handed me a glass of wine and we clinked our glasses together. "I'm glad you decided to join us, she'll be out in a minute. Why don't you have a seat?" I nodded my head and sat down in the chair she was motioning to. It was conveniently placed as Melissa stood in front of me and, displaying great flexibility, bent down to pick up a pile of papers from the coffee table. The sight of her bent over in front of me was remarkable, the material stretched more and I could see the soft skin of her arse through the material. She must have also been turned on as the material clung to her pussy lips and displayed a light camel toe. Melissa stood up and walked to the other side of the table before standing to face me. She coughed a little and silently read the words on the paper. "I'm now going to read a soliloquy if that's okay with you." "Of course it is; what is it from?" I asked finding it hard to keep eye contact. "It's from William Shakespeare's Henry V. Someone told me you were a big fan of the Bard and I thought this would be appropriate as I play superhero and the character in Amy's script is a leader." I nodded my head. "That's a good choice and yeah I am. Thought Othello is my favourite rather than Henry V." "Oh, should I do something from that?" she asked, slightly unsure of herself. "No that's okay. You do what you've prepared." Melissa smiled at my response and read the paper again. She placed it down in front of her, giving me a nice view of her cleavage and she stood up straight in front of me. Her eyes glazed a little as she looking to middle distance and started. "What's he that wishes so? My cousin, Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin; If we are mark'd to die, we are enow to do our country loss..." She went through the start of the soliloquy and seemed completely lost in the words. Having never seen her acting before, I was both surprised and impressed by her handling of it. About half way through I felt someone's hands go on my shoulders followed by their lips on my neck. The hands, small and feminine, moved across my shoulders to my chest and started to undo the buttons. "This day is call'd the feast of Cripian. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd." Melissa continued with the speech seemingly unaware of what was happening to me. The lips had moved from my neck to my ears and she was breathing softly into it. "I told you she was good." She whispered into my ear. "She is." I replied. "I really should have listened to you Amy." "So is she in? Or does she need to impress you more?" "No. She's in but let her finish." I looked at Melissa as she had started to stride up and down the room as she got into the speech more. She may not have been dressed in a lot but I was transfixed on her face as she went through the Bards words. Amy had stood up and walked around the chair, draping herself over my lap. She was dressed in a dark blue dress which also showed off the redheads figure but none of her body. She continued to undo the buttons of my shirt until they were completely undone and helped me take my shirt off. Amy bundled it into a ball before taking a smell and throwing it to the corner of the room. Amy pulled me to her lips and we kissed with her tongue massaging my own. I wrapped my arms around her and could feel the zip on the back of the dress. I started to slide it down to the bottom as Amy held her hands to my face before pulling away. We turned our attention to the young blonde as she came to the end of the speech. "We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, this day shall gentile his condition. And gentlemen in England now a-bed shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks that fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day." As she finished her words, we both applauded her effort. Melissa, completely delighted with how the soliloquy went, smiled before taking a bow. "That was an excellent read, thank you very much Melissa." "You really think so? Thank you Richard, I just... I wanted to do it really well for you." "Well you did. I think I'm on the same page as Amy and Brett now, you definitely have what it takes to be the lead in this film." Amy got off my lap as I finished my sentence and stood in front of me. She moved the dress off of her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. In a matter of a few minutes, another hot actress displayed her arse directly in my face; Amy wore a white thong but no bra. I grabbed her by the hips and leaned forward, my lips pressing against her arse cheeks. "Good idea Richard, I think it's an appropriate time to celebrate the coming together of the producer, director and star." I looked up to see Amy grab Melissa and pull her into a kiss. The sight of the blonde and the older red head kiss made my cock hard and I attempted to stand up. Before I reached my feet, Amy moved her leg back to hold me in place before breaking the kiss and walking to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the two of us. "Melissa, I think you should show Richard your appreciation. Suck his cock!" My eyes darted from Amy's chest, her nipples showing her excitement, to Melissa's face as she dropped down to her knees in front of me. I leaned back as she made short work of my belt and trousers and lowered them down my legs. "Are you sure about doing this?" I asked I saw Amy frown before Melissa returned her eyes to me. "It was my idea." Melissa answered as she removed the shoes and socks from my feet. My trousers quickly followed and I sat there in my boxers, my bulge very obvious to her eyes. Melissa leaned in and starting kissing around my abdomen, teasing me before the main show. I looked over to Amy and she had a large smile on her face, her fingers already in her underwear as she watched the show. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the feeling of Melissa's lips on my body. She wasn't pressing too hard and her fingers softly made their way around my hips, sending a shiver up my body. I looked down to her and noticed her eyes hadn't left my face since she had started. I motioned with my head and Melissa leaned up, pressing her lips against mine in a gentle kiss. I felt her hands tugging on my boxer shorts so I leaned up a little and Melissa slid them down my body. Throughout our action, Amy had been teasing her body with her fingers but she moved further back onto the bed and opened the side drawer. She removed a dildo from it and placed it on the bed next to her. As she slid her thong off, I returned my gaze to Melissa who had started to stroke my cock. We kept our eyes locked together as her hand expertly moved around my cock, moving up and down in a swift motion and her thumb massaging the head. "I'm noticing a significant lack of mouth on cock action!" We both looked toward Amy, noticing she had made herself a nice little den at the top of the bed. Surrounded by pillow, her thong was now at the end of the bed and she seemed to sitting comfortably on the dildo, the noise letting us know the vibration was on. I looked to Melissa, who had returned her gaze to me, and I brought my lips to kiss her again. As the kiss broke; Melissa's fingers returned to stoke my cock and her lips kissed their way down my body. As she reached my pelvis, Melissa held my cock in place and took it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock as her hands stroked it some more. I let out a slight moan to Amy's delight as I felt my cock get engorged by Melissa's mouth. Her lips reached my skin with my whole length in her mouth as her hands dropped to my balls and started to massage them. Melissa quickly drew her mouth up and off my cock, allowing it to hit her in the face, and licked the side. She let out a little laugh as my cock hit her and she licked up and down the side of it. "You liked that, huh?" I asked her. Melissa nodded her head as she took one of my balls into her mouth. She swirled it around as I lowered my hand and held my cock in place for her. As she withdrew my ball from her mouth, Melissa looked at me and bit her lower lip. I pulled my hand back and hit her in the face with my cock, Melissa letting out a moan of enjoyment. I knew this girl was going to be dirty so I decided to penis whip her again and she let out another moan. "You guys are going to make me cum soon. Melissa, I'm going to give you a challenge." Melissa turned around and looked at Amy as she remained on her knees. "What is the challenge Ms Adams?" "I'm going to lay here and let this vibrator fuck me. You have to make Mr Cole cum in your mouth before I reach my orgasm. If you fail, you will not be allowed to have one of your own." Amy answered. Melissa seemed happy with the challenge as she turned around and dived directly onto my cock, taking the whole length into her mouth in one go. Her head bobbed enthusiastically as Amy sat on her vibrator. The moans from the bed started to get louder and it encouraged Melissa as she stroked my cock hard in motion with her mouth. I could feel Melissa's tongue swirl around the head of my cock as I moaned with the pleasure from her blow job. She aggressively massaged my balls as they started to tighten and I opened my eyes to see Amy had moved onto all fours as she held the vibrator to her pussy, her moans starting to become uncontrollable. She was seemingly peaking when Melissa sucked on my cock hard, bringing me closer. My eyes caught Melissa's and we held each other in a gaze as she held her position. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock while her hand stroked it and I knew I was only moments from climaxing. "I'm cumming." I said out loud for Amy's attention. Amy was grunting and moaning on the bed as I filled Melissa's mouth with my cum. Like a good girl, she held the position and took the entire load in her mouth, allowing a little to dribble out mouth as she withdrew my cock. She stood up and looked very proud of herself when Amy grabbed her from behind. Spinning her around, Amy forced her mouth onto Melissa's and kissed her so they could share my cum between them. "God Richard, you taste so nice in her mouth. " Amy said after releasing Melissa. "He does, that was the best cock I've had in my mouth for months." Melissa said as she sat on bed, collapsing down onto it. Amy walked over to me and sat back on my lap as she had earlier in the night. She leaned in and we kissed passionately, her tongue massaging me out as her hand rubbed along my chest. "I think that was a good start. Do you think maybe we should make her cum?" Amy asked. "Well we have already so maybe she should too; she is the star of the film after all." "And how do you think we should do it?" "I have an idea." I said as I picked up Amy in my arms. Both naked, I walked us over to the bed and tossed her roughly down. The bed was quite bouncy so she span as she hit the bed and ended up on her stomach. I offered an arm and lifted Melissa up onto her feet, placing a kiss onto her lips and grabbing her arse roughly. "Do you want to cum Melissa?" "I do." "Do you want to scream loudly as your director and producer pleasure you?" She nodded. "And would you like it with a cock, a tongue or both?" She stood there for a moment, switching her gaze between myself and Amy. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips, her tongue remaining in her mouth. As she pulled away, she ran her fingers down my chest before walking around the bed to where Amy was sat. She bent over and kissed Amy more passionately, her tongue going into Amy's mouth. She shook her arse suggestively before pulling back and standing between us. "Both." "Excellent answer Melissa. Do a strip tease for us." I commanded I moved to the bed and sat down on the edge; bringing Amy in to snuggle into my side. Her hand massaged my thigh as we watched Melissa sway her hips to some imaginary music. Melissa started off by removing the blue negligee slowly, swinging it in her hand above her head before throwing it our way. Amy caught it and held it close to her pussy as Melissa turned her back to us and went back to rhythmically swaying her hips. You could tell she was a bit of a dancer and her arse popped out well with her moves. "That's it Melissa, I'm getting strong movement here." Amy said as she wrapped the negligee around my cock and started to use it as a stroking instrument. "That is such a good arse!" "Thanks, it's taken me loads of work to get it like this. Maybe you can fuck it before we finish filming." She said as her hands snaked to her bra and unhooked it. Melissa dropped the bra to the floor and posed still with her hands above her head before performing a dance move called a slut drop and did the splits on the floor. Amy stopped stroking my cock and dropped her mouth down, taking a slight taste of it as my hand stroked her back softly. Melissa looked over her shoulder to us, her nipple slightly peeking through, and winked at me as she Amy with my cock in her mouth. Amy's head came back up as she watched Melissa stand in place and pop her booty out to us. She shook it before running her finger down her arse and over her pussy, rubbing her lips slightly. I could see Amy getting turned on as she licked her lips and moved her hands towards her own pussy, fingers stretched out to tease her clit. "I think we're ready to see the rest of you." I said as I leaned forward. Melissa listened to my words and lowered her panties to the floor, bending over as she did earlier and exposing her pussy lips to us. She kicked them to the side and started to move her stockings but I held out my hand to stop her. "You're keeping them on." I said as I motioned for her to spin around. Melissa obliged to my request and stood in front of me completely naked, her pert nipples standing on end to show how turned on she was. I looked down her flat stomach to her pussy. It was kept neat in a landing strip but was the hairiest pussy I'd seen since I'd been here. I pulled her forward and placed a kiss on her pussy lips, eliciting a loud moan from her. I stood up as I passed her to Amy who repeated what I did, allowing me to walk behind her to check out her arse. I wrapped my arms around her to cup her breasts as Amy continued to place kisses on and around her pussy. I gently stroked her breasts, occasionally flicking her nipples as my hands past, and I kissed my way up and down her neck. Melissa seemed to be in heaven with Amy going down on her but I knew I didn't want her to orgasm like this. I noticed on the side table there were condoms so I released Melissa's breasts and walked towards them. Melissa instinctively reached out for my hands which I held and gave her a reassuring wink. She looked a little disappointed as I let it go but that was soon forgotten she titled her head back and screamed a moan of pleasure. I watched Amy hungrily eat Melissa's pussy as I undid the packet and put the condom on. This was clearly not her first time going down on a girl and Melissa seemed to be in heaven. "I'm sure we could make a killing just filming you two!" I joked as I walked. Amy pulled away from Melissa's pussy and shot me a dirty look. "Enough people on the internet have seen me fuck!" Melissa said as she turned to face me. I nodded as I remembered the pictures and videos that were released in the fappening; silently cursing myself. "How do you want me?" she asked as she grabbed my cock; stroking it to ensure the condom was fully on. "Get on all fours on the bed." Melissa followed my command and climbed onto the bed and assumed the position. I whispered something into Amy's ear and she straddled the bed next to Melissa, rubbing her hand onto Melissa's back. Looking at her enlarged lips, I didn't think it would be long until Melissa was having her orgasm due to the work Amy had done on her pussy. Melissa, at this point, was desperate to cum. Amy grabbed her hand and sucked on her fingers as I grabbed her hips and slid my cock into her pussy. "Oooh." Melissa moaned feeling my length inside her. I started thrusting into her tight pussy, it was incredibly wet but I was able to get a solid motion. I placed my hands on either side of her cheeks and spread them wide to expose her arsehole. In agreement with my whisper, Amy dropped her mouth down and slid her tongue into Melissa's arsehole, eliciting more moans from Melissa. "Do you like the feeling of my cock while Amy tongues your arsehole?" I asked "Yes..." Melissa moaned. "Are you going to be our little slut on set?" Amy asked "Yes..." Melissa moaned in answer to her. I thrust into her harder, feeling myself wanting to cum. I bucked onto her hips hard as Amy continued to lick and tease Melissa's arsehole. The moans coming from Melissa's mouth were getting louder with every thrust and I saw Amy slide a finger into her hole. That seemed to knock Melissa over the edge and she screamed through a mighty orgasm, soaking my condom clad cock with her juices. I slipped out of her pussy and she collapsed onto the bed. "That was so good; I haven't cum like that in years." Melissa mumbled from the bed. I tapped her on the arse as Amy looked at me with a broad smile. "I think you still need to cum, huh?" I nodded my head and Amy dropped onto her knees on the floor. "Pepper my face with it!" I removed the condom from my cock and gave the outside a lick as it was still covered in Supergirl's juices. I chucked the condom into the bin as Amy looked up at my cock expectantly. I stroked it my hand to test to see how long it would be and I knew that it would be over Amy's face soon. "Play with my balls." I told Amy. She complied with my request and I stroked my cock hard, holding it in place to aim for her face. She had a smile on her face as some pre-cum came out of my cock to signal I was close. Amy nodded her head to show she was ready and I shot my first stream on cum onto her face. She squealed in delight as I continued to unload on her face, taking some into her mouth. I took a step forward as the power reduced and I rubbed my cock on her face to get cover her with my cum. After I was finished, Amy rubbed the cum into her skin and kissed me on the lips. Her hand reached around and grabbed my arse, digging her nails in. We turned to Melissa and noticed that she had fallen asleep, knackered from the session with us. "Bless her; that seems to have taken a lot out of her." "Yeah, we're going to have a lot of fun fucking that little slut." Amy said as she looked over her body. "You want to stay?" "Nah, I've got an early start tomorrow so I better head back to the condo for a sleep." I said as I picked up my clothes and started to get dressed. "Okay, I'll shower and clean this place up. May as well stay and then I can get her to return the favour and lick my pussy in the morning." I grabbed Amy and locked her into a passionate kiss, feeling her small nipples dig into my chest. "I look forward to seeing you in a few days. Think we'll be able to hook up before I leave?" "I don't know, I'm really busy for the next week. I'll try though. What do you want to try?" she asked. I reached around and parted her arse cheeks with fingers, gently rubbing her arsehole. "Naughty!" I laughed before leaving Amy and Melissa in the room. I smiled to myself about the experience as I headed downstairs and collected my call from the valet. The drive back to the condo was busy but not as busy as the drive to the hotel and it was insightful to see Lois Angeles at night. The drive through Hollywood was interesting as it seemed as busy as the day with people jumped in and out of clubs. I checked my watch and the time was ticking over to midnight by the time I reached the condo. There was a car parked in the drive way but it wasn't one I recognised. I exited my car and walked to the porch where Daisy was sitting on the porch bench waiting for me. "Hey Daisy, what are you doing here?" "Um... we had another falling out and I was kind of getting tired of it so went for a drive to have a think." She answered "He hasn't hurt you, has he?" "No, no of course not. He may act tough but he's a pussy. I just wanted to test out a theory before I decide on something. " "What's the theory?" Daisy leaned forward and placed a kiss on my lips. She wrapped her arms around me and slid her tongue into my mouth. I put my arms around her and held her close as we kissed, my hands instinctively moving to her arse and giving it a squeeze. She ran her tongue along the top of my mouth and I could feel her hand slide to my front and cup my crotch. She slowly pulled away from my mouth and looked me in the eyes. "Thanks." Daisy walked past me and got into her car. She seemed to think for a moment before turning the engine on and driving away from my condo. I stood in shock as I watched her go, unaware of why she had just kissed me. "Hmm."
Hotel Night	59,273	4.54	1,437,207	[ "crossdressing", "gay", "first time", "blow job", "doggy style", "slut", "cum", "lingerie" ]	It was my first time crossdressing. I have no gender identity issues or anything, I just wanted to try it. But I also wanted to have a little fun since I was sure this would be the only time I'd do something like this and I hadn't gotten laid in a while. It probably wasn't the smartest idea, but if literotica had taught me anything it was that Craigslist was a place to find a quick fuck. So I went on and posted an ad for myself. "First time cd looking to service a man in the area." Of course, I found out quickly that I had been misled on the usefulness of the site. The only replies I got back were from very shady characters and, honestly, not very attractive guys. If I was going to have gay sex for the first, and probably only, time I wanted the man to at least be a little attractive. Thankfully after a week I got a hit that seemed promising. It was from a man who was visiting from out of town on business and he wanted to meet me for a "night of fun" in his hotel room. Attached were some pictures of a pretty fit guy in either his late twenties or early thirties with a nice tan. But I was still wary. I didn't want my body to show up on the 6 o'clock news and my family to know I was murdered by a psycho while whoring myself out in drag. So I instigated a conversation between myself and the man, who said his name was Andrew, though I'm sure it wasn't his real name. I was able to confirm that the man in the pictures was indeed the man I was talking to, and a little image search brought up "Andrew's" facebook and twitter. By all accounts he seemed like a normal dude. Had a nice job, a hot girlfriend, and no red flags as far as I could tell, and I was able to gather that he was free of any nasty diseases. So I agreed to meet him at his hotel that weekend. I went out to the lingerie shop close to campus and got a nice outfit, some sexy underwear, and a blond wig. I thought that getting one that was a different color than my normal brunet would help me hide my identity if I somehow ran into someone I knew. I also picked up some toys, for my alone time. A guy's allowed to treat himself a little now and then. I'm somewhat ashamed to say that I was a little bit giddy that week. The thought of having sex with a guy for the first time was one I'd had for a while and now that the time had finally come I was nervous. But I was determined not to chicken out! This was an experience I was going to have! Even if it was only once, that'd be fine, but life is about experiences and I was going to do this. I spent all day Friday shaving. Thankfully I was not naturally hairy, unlike a friend of mine. The guy was like a freaking bear. Of course, this shaving included what little facial hair I had and my crotch and even the hard to reach areas. By the end of it I was as smooth as a baby's butt. I then took some laxatives to clean out the system. What pornos and literotica stories never mention is all the work that goes into making this kind of thing, like, not really messy. As a guy about to be fucked in the butt by another guy I didn't want something obscene to occur in that hotel room. Andrew might have been into it but I certainly was not. After cleaning and dressing myself I took a moment to check myself out in the mirror. I looked like a totally different person, which I suppose was the point. The wig didn't look terrible, the make-up I had put on did the job without making me look like a slut, and my outfit was a really sexy yet humble skirt and sweater ensemble. My figure wasn't too bad, either. I had never been a skinny kid, but for the past few years I had been using the college's gym to work off the fat around my stomach. I had left the weights alone, though, and the effect, with a little help, was that I could pull off a natural breast size between an A and B. If I hadn't known the girl I was looking at was me I would have definitely enjoyed a night with her. The time had come. I put sweats on over the skirt, blouse, and sweater and set out with my equipment. Since I went to an urban school the hotel Andrew was staying at was only a 15 minute walk from campus, and as I arrived I tried to look as not-out-of-place as possible, so as to not draw attention. His room was apparently 7069 (the irony was not lost on me) so I made my way up to the 7<sup>th</sup> floor and found a bathroom to change in. I took my sweats off and stuffed them in my bag, which I then stuffed in a purse. Also in the purse went my shoes and out came a set of 1 inch heels. As a man, I had never had to master the art of walking in heels so I wanted some that would make me look more girlish, but that also wouldn't break my legs in two steps. With wig adjusted and lipstick applied I walked out of the bathroom in my heels and with my purse over my shoulder and I can safely say I've never felt sexier. The confidence didn't last, though. I had butterflies building in my stomach as I walked down the hall. Standing in front of his door I wrestled with myself one last time. I decided that I wasn't going to let an opportunity like this go to waste so I psyched myself up and knocked. He answered a few seconds later. He was just like in the pictures. He was tall, had short black hair, and was tan like he spent time in the Mediterranean. He had a dress shirt and some slacks on at this moment. "Yes? Can I help you?" "Um... I'm looking for an 'Andrew?' Are you him?" I squeaked in the girliest voice I could muster. A smile spread across his face as he shifted positions in the doorway. I had apparently found the right man. He had also apparently picked up on my sheepishness. "Aren't you a cutie? And what might your name be?" "Um..." I hadn't really thought on it. I just chose the first name that popped in my head. "M- Meagan. Sir." It was my sister's name, which for me just made the situation hotter. "Well, Meagan, why don't you come on in and make yourself comfortable," he said as he vacated the doorway and let me into the room. It was like all hotel rooms, a hallway with a bathroom leading to a central bedroom with a tv and windows. "I'm glad you agreed to meet me tonight, Meagan. Is this your first time?" "Uh... yes, actually. It is." "Well I hope I can make it an enjoyable one," and with that he grabbed me, brought me close, leaned down, and kissed me full on the lips. I was able to take in his musk and he definitely smelled like some kind of expensive cologne. His hands sought a place to be and found my butt, groping me under my skirt. Though that felt amazing I wasn't really ready for a make-out session, so I broke it off and kneeled down. This is what I was here for. "A little eager, are we?" he said with a smile as I unzipped his pants. Soon his flaccid cock popped out from behind his shorts. It wasn't pornstar sized, just as most men aren't, but it was big. I considered myself of average length and it was definitely bigger than mine. 7 to 8 inches, at least. I looked at the head, transfixed. After a few absentminded strokes I took it in my mouth, licking the head and getting the length as wet as possible, even getting my tongue into his little hole. Down here I was enveloped in Andrew's smell. It was all musk and no cologne and it definitely got me all riled up. I continued to stroke the base as I sucked on the upper half of his meat. "Oh, yes. That feels amazing. Keep going," he was saying as he tucked my blond hair behind my ear and out of my face. I continued to stroke and suck for a few seconds after he had gotten hard, then stopped. "No," he whined, "Why'd you stop?" "I have a little surprise for you," I replied. "Why don't you get comfortable while I get ready?" I picked up my purse and went to the bathroom in the hall. After admiring my reflection and how sexy I looked in it one more time I stripped and got the lacy lingerie I had bought a few days before. It was a set of black lace underwear with bra and panties (which my rock hard dick was sticking out of at the moment) and in addition I had gotten lace stockings with garter belt and gloves. After tonight, I thought, I will definitely have some fun alone time with this outfit. He was sitting on the edge of the bed completely naked when I came out. I tried to strike a sexy pose and felt like I succeeded. "W-Well? Do you... see something you like?" "Oh, yes," he said with that smile of his. "You are truly beautiful. The sexiest slut I have ever seen." He opened his legs, beckoning me. I walked over to him, swaying my hips like a woman who knew what she wanted, and took hold of his massive member as I kneeled down. Taking his cock from him, I stroked it with my gloved hand as I took one of his balls in my mouth and sucked. "Oh, god, this is amazing!" he moaned. I continued to stroke his rapidly hardening cock, loving on his sack all the while. He happened to be one of these guys who shaved his crotch, thankfully. This would not have been as enjoyable if I was getting a mouth full of pubes. Taking the now hard and ready cock in my mouth I moved to massaging Andrew's scrotum with my hand. "Oh fuck! You're better than my girlfriend." That took me aback. It seemed rude to me to mention another girl when your cock was being serviced by someone else, and in response I doubled my efforts to make this man cum. When he was screwing his girl I wanted him to think about me and the great fuck I gave him. "Oh- OH FUCK!" With a tensing of his balls and a flexing of his massive penis, load after load of hot cum shot into my mouth. The only cum I had ever tasted before had been my own, and Andrew's was definitely different. Thicker and sweeter. His orgasm had caught me off guard, but I was determined to swallow every drop of the salty juice. After he had finished cumming into me I sucked on his beautiful member like a straw, trying to get everything I could. It was truly an amazing experience: the salty sweet taste in my mouth, the warmth in my stomach, and Andrew's moans of pleasure all added to my arousal, making me hornier than I had ever been before. He fell back onto the bed, momentarily exhausted. "Wow. That was just... amazing," he said, though I didn't give him any time to recover. I began to stroke his wet meat again, trying to harden it back up. I was not done and I wanted to make sure he wasn't either. When I was sure he wouldn't refuse some more, I stopped and climbed onto the bed kicking off my heels. I crawled up to the headboard and stuck my ass into the air. "Andrew, I would you be a dear and help a girl out?" I said with a little shake of the booty. "You bet, you little minx." I could feel him position himself behind me, and after he pushed my panties aside he licked my ass hole. That was an entirely new experience for me and now I was definitely happy I cleaned earlier that day. With his tongue in my hole I couldn't help moaning the cutest, girliest moan I had ever heard myself make. "Oooh, yes! That feels amazing. Keep licking my pussy; you're making it dripping wet." And he obliged. Not only did he wet my ass but also the underside of my balls and everything in between. "Oh, oh please. Fuck me now!" I cried. I couldn't take it anymore. I braced myself and planted my face in the cheap hotel pillows, trying to relax my ass muscles. I felt his tip probing at my rosebud, then the pressure of his wet head pushing into me. I bit my lip, prepared for the point when his head entered me completely and the rest of the shaft slipped in. It happened quickly. One moment there was a bulge pushing into me, the next it was traveling deeper into my bowels. I had never felt anything like it before: the sense of completely filling up thanks to the wondrous rod of a man, especially one as big as Andrew's. I didn't have much time to reflect on this, as Andrew started to pump almost immediately. In and out, in and out. All I could feel was the head gyrating inside of me and the shaft rubbing on my asshole. "Oh-h-h-h my GOD! Fuck. Me! Yes! YesyesyesyesYES! Fuck me like you could never fuck your girlfriend. Make a woman out of me!" I undid my bra to let my breasts swing free and I couldn't keep my hand away from my neglected clitty. With my face buried in the sheets I started to masturbate as my ass was being serviced. The feel of my lace gloves did me in and I had never cum so fast and so hard. I could see trails of my jizz on the sheets under me as I screamed, "I'm cumming!" I guess this pushed Andrew over the edge since he started to shoot his load into me for the second time that night, and this time I could feel the warmth actually filling me up. But he didn't miss a beat. After he had finished unloading his cream into me he picked me up and flipped me around, pivoting me on his penis, which was still inside me. I landed with my back in pools of my own cum and I could see this man furiously pounding into me, trying to harden back up. We locked eyes and he took the chance to start kissing me again. With my mind occupied by the meat in my butt I wasn't able to break away from the kiss and just went with it. I lifted my legs to give him a better angle and wrapped them around his back, pulling him into me. He eventually broke off the kiss and sat back up, supporting my back with one hand and wrapping the other around my sore shaft. With a grin on his face he began to pump my penis vigorously. "Ow, I can't take it. My head's too sore." Thanks to my earlier orgasm my dick was hypersensitive to the attention Andrew was giving it. It seemed like only a few seconds had passed before a shudder ran through me and my balls constricted, retreating further into me than they already were, and load after load was launched from my hole. Streams of my cum shot up my body, with most landing on my breasts and stomach, but some of the first few made it to my face. At feeling my juice on my face I opened my lips to try and get a few spurts into my mouth. Andrew retreated out of me, leaving a cold, empty feeling in my ass, and laid down next to me, trying to catch his breath. I wasn't ready to be finished, but I was too sore to do anything fun, so I crawled down to his penis and started to clean the cum off his shaft with my mouth. After that was accomplished I snuggled up next to him and we laid there like that for a while. I awoke in the same position an hour later. The lights had been turned off and I could feel Andrew breathing rhythmically beside me. I got up and looked out the window at the lights of the city below. The hotel was right on the edge of the financial district which, at night, was quite beautiful. I didn't notice Andrew was behind me until he started touching me and sucking on my neck. I moaned, accepting his advances, and pushed my butt up against him. He accepted my invitation and shoved his dick back up my ass, pressing me up against the large glass window. The mix of sensations was erotic: the heat of Andrew behind and in me coupled with the cold of the glass against my breasts, body, and erect penis. When I started to move with Andrew, the sensation of the window on my penis acted like a masterbatory effect and allowed me to orgasm. My load shot up, coating my stomach and the window in my cum. In all of this, the thought that this would be a bitch to clean up for the staff reached my head, and I sank down to my hands and knees and started to lick my own cum off the window in an attempt to clean it. This gave Andrew perfect access to my hole, so he entered me, taking me doggie style. He reached around to grab my tits, grunting with every movement of his huge phallus inside of me. For my part I was moaning, tongue out and lapping up every stream of my cum that was sliding down the window. "Mmmm... yes. Fuck my pussy. Shove your huge hot dick up my virgin pussy! Yes!" I was shouting between my licking of the cum on the window. "Ooh yeah, you like that, you little slut? You like my dick up your ass?" "Yes!" I couldn't take this anymore. I moved my arms to the window and shoved my face in my cum, preparing for what I wanted. "Will you stroke my clitty for me, baby?" I asked. He didn't waste any time and grabbed my dick. He stroked it furiously, and I responded with violent thrusting back into Andrew. "Oh- oh- OHHHHH!!" I screamed. Being taken furiously from behind like an animal and the scent of my own juices soaking me and the window filling my nostrils pushed me over the edge. More loads from my clit coated the carpet under me, as well as Andrew's stroking hand. It was too much. I looked out over the city lights, a city that could probably see a little crossdressing slut in the window of a hotel laying in her own spunk after being taken like the bitch she was, and just rested. Andrew pulled out of me and went back to the bed. I flipped around and just sat, my balls laying in pools of cum. This was the first chance I had gotten to reflect on the events of the night. I looked down at my sore and twitching penis and my cum stained body and decided that tonight had been a success, and that I should probably head out. I got up and, trying not to fall thanks to my raw ass and weak knees, made my way to the bathroom and ran a bath. After cleaning up I got my wig back on, bits of cum still in it. 'I need to find out how to clean this,' I thought. I also put some makeup back on. Despite just ingesting a lot of his cum, I didn't want Andrew getting a good idea of what my face really looked like. Dressed in the skirt and blouse I arrived in, with my cum covered lingerie in a bag in my purse, I went up to the bed and told Andrew that I was leaving. He looked up and said, "Please wait a minute." He got up and jotted something down on a piece of paper, his now-flaccid organ swaying as he did. "This is my number. Get in touch with me and next time I'm in the city we can do this again," he said, with that mischievous smile on his lips. "Will do," I mumbled, trying to suppress a smile of my own. With that I left the room and the hotel altogether. I hadn't changed into my boy clothes before I left and on the walk back to my dorm I was getting stares from all the drunken guys leaving the bars. At this time of the night, or morning depending on how you looked at it, the only guys still out were those who went out looking for something and hadn't found it yet. I passed this one guy coming out of a bar who noticed me and called out, "Hey, sexy. You looking for a good time?" I looked back at the guy, a young white stud who could barely stand, and decided in my cum-high that his was good looking enough. "Sure. Why not?" I said and took his hand. I lead him to the ally beside the bar and got down on my knees. I undid his belt, unzipped his jeans, and pulled his boxers down. His dick was already hard and I started sucking. "Holy shit, bitch. You're eager, aren't you?" I didn't want to talk to him, I just wanted his seed in my mouth. I was startled to feel his hands on the back of my head pushing me down further onto his meat, which was smaller than Andrew's. In fact it was close to my size, though it was still bigger than my clit. Gaging on his shaft I knew I couldn't do this for long. Someone could walk by, not to mention the difficulty I was having breathing with his penis down my throat. I grabbed his balls and began to massage and doubled my efforts on the cock. Moving quickly I bobbed my head up and down, using my tongue to clean the whole organ. The guy couldn't take it and started to thrust into my face. "Sh- shit, girl. You're a re- real slut, you know that?" I moaned into the guy's pelvis and that seemed to push him over the edge. Hot streams of his seed shot from his dick and into my eager mouth. I swallowed all of it, not letting one drop go. It tasted like alcohol. With that I got up and left quickly, before the guy came to his senses. I was able to leave him dumb in the ally as I got back to my dorm. I was lucky that my roommates were out for the weekend. I did not want to explain to them why I was in drag at 2 in the morning. With that my first cross dressing experience ended. But, unlike what I originally planned, it was not my last.
Dont Judge a Book by its Cover	31,530	4.7	702,884	[]	I'd been working at the bookstore for about a month. I got along well with the owner, Mrs. Johnson but she was pretty stuffy. She was friendly enough, but seemed very conservative. She wore dresses most of the time and they were almost always below her knees. She always addressed me as Mr. Barnett and though her name was Chloe, she insisted that I call her Mrs. Johnson. Mrs. Johnson was an attractive woman somewhere in her 30s I guessed, and was married to an older guy who was just as stuffy if not more so. He owned another company as well as the bookstore. I assumed this was more of a hobby for Mrs. Johnson but it didn't matter, it paid well and was a good part-time job. I liked working for Mrs. Johnson, she pretty much left me alone to do the things she asked me to do. She was very knowledgeable about literature, and I never heard her steer a customer wrong. She let me borrow books to read from time to time and I learned quite a bit. We talked about lots of things; Politics, in which we differed quite a bit, and current happenings around the world or just here in the city, but mainly we talked about books. I had my favorite authors and genres, she had hers. We talked of writing styles but we always kept it on more or less a professional level. Mrs. Johnson was always very proper and I thought she could just about be called a prude. We received a shipment of books from a publisher that had a lot of new samples of what they were pushing. Mrs. Johnson opened the box and started handing them to me to sort. history, novels, new best sellers, we commented on each one as to whether or not it would sell. One book was a collection of erotica. She blushed when she handed it to me and didn't say anything. We didn't have a section for that in the store, so I put it aside and decided to just put it in the store room if she didn't tell me where to put it. We went through the rest of the shipment and arranged them all in the appropriate stacks for putting on our shelves, except for the orphan book. Mrs. Johnson went back into the office to do some paperwork while I put the new books on the display racks and the shelves. I put the lone book on erotica back in the store room and decided that I'd read it that evening. Later on, I looked for the book but it was not where I put it. I smiled to myself and thought "Hard to resist this stuff, huh?" Nothing was ever said and the next morning the book was back on the shelf. I picked it up and read through a few pages. It was more fun imagining Mrs. Johnson's reaction to the stories and poetry than it was reading the book so I left it where it was. It looked to me like Mrs. Johnson had a great body underneath those long dresses and conservative suits. She wasn't really what I'd call "busty" but definitely not flat either. She wore glasses and her hair was up most of the time, you know... what you think of when you think of a librarian. I loved watching her bending over and working at the shelves though, and imagined what might be underneath those conservative clothes. I thought of her more and more doing things like biting her lip as she read, furtively touched herself, or squirming in her chair as she fantasized about living some of the stories in the book. I started to have fantasies of my own about Mrs Johnson which invariably left me as hard as a rock. I tried to think of her as Chloe, but somehow "Mrs. Johnson" just seemed hotter. I wondered which stories turned her on the most. There were several different genres in the book. Was she intrigued about self pleasure? Was exhibitionism something that she thought about? What about watching as others had sex or pleasured themselves? Did she live vicariously through the women who met strangers or took part in a threesome? My favorite mental image of Mrs. Johnson was her sitting in her living room, drinking a glass of wine reading the book and slowly undressing as she read. She would sigh and touch her nipples first through her blouse or bra and then she would gently pull at them after she was naked. I pictured her as having near perfect breasts, with quarter sized nipples that were tilted slightly upward. I just knew that her bush matched her hair, a light brown color and that it was natural, not trimmed. She would sit back in her chair with one foot up in the chair and absent mindedly, lost in thought, caress her pussy lips with her fintertips. Quite often I'd have to force myself out of my daydream and get to work. More than once I'm sure Mrs. Johnson wondered why I was blushing in the middle of a conversation. One day, I was stocking some shelves in the front of the shop and Mrs. Johnson was in the back organizing some shelves. She was up on a ladder when I walked in to get some more books but her dress kept me from getting much of a look at anything besides her ankles. She was wearing a long, fairly loose dress that buttoned up all the way from the bottom to the top. She reminded me to put out some new editions of a classic we'd just got in and I replied "Yes Ma'am. I walked back out to the front and was busy swapping out a display when I heard Mrs. Johnson scream and there was a crash in the back room. I rushed back to the room and found Mrs. Johnson laying on the floor out cold. I immediately went over to see if she was ok. She wasn't bleeding and she had a strong pulse but she was unconscious. I reached for my cell phone to call 911 and paused. She was laying on her back with one knee up. Her dress was hiked up around her hips and to my amazement she was wearing a sheer black thong. Her skin was pale but very smooth and she had some killer legs! I could see through her panties and she was as bald as a baby except for a small tuft. I knew I should call an ambulance but I hesitated. It was as if my hand belonged to someone else. I reached out and touched her pussy. Almost immediately her lips seemed to swell. I rubbed them a little more and could feel the wetness begin. It took only a few seconds for her thong to get soaked through. I'd never experienced anything like it. I was about ready to stop and make the call when her hips began to move. Mrs. Johnson lifted her hips as I continued to caress her. I stopped rubbing and dialed 911 on my phone. I was going to press "talk" but suddenly Mrs Johnson grabbed my wrist. I knew I was dead. Fired, arrested and killed! I looked down and her eyes met mine and held them. She guided my fingers back down to her soaked thong and rubbed herself with them. Her knee lifted up higher and her hips continued to move. Mrs. Johnson moaned softly and let go of my wrist. Her puffy lips seemed to grow under my fingertips. She softly whispered "Don't stop." I slipped a finger under her thong and caressed the slick wetness between her lips. I slid her thong aside and slipped first one, then two fingers inside her. She moved her hips in time with my fingers and squeezed her breasts through her dress. Her clit was swollen and I circled it with my thumb. It felt as though someone had poured oil on my hand she was so wet. I pulled her thong down and off over her ankles. I slipped my fingers back inside her and she moaned "Oooooooooo yessssssssss" again. My ring finger was sliding between her cheeks and I continued to tease her clit with my thumb. I wiggled my finger inside her pressing against the inside of her belly. I leaned down for a taste but she pushed me away and said in a thick voice "Just your hand." By now my hand was making squishing noises and her hips were gyrating slowly but sensually. I was so hard I could barely contain myself. Mrs. Johnson's tuft was actually a perfectly sculpted heart. Her swollen lips were luscious and gripped my fingers tightly. Her body began to shudder and just as suddenly as she grabbed my wrist earlier, she squeezed her legs together, trapping my hand inside her. Instead of arching her back, she sat up and held my hand in place by wrapping her arms around mine. She moaned deeply and screamed from somewhere very deep within. Mrs. Johnson came HARD again and again. Her fingernails dug into my bare arm and her muscles clenched around my fingers with each orgasm. She held me tightly and flooded all over my hand. Gradually, she relaxed and slowly released me. She looked at me and whispered "Not a WORD." Mrs. Johnson stood up. Her soaked dress fell covering up her beautiful legs that were slick with her juices. She bent over to pick up her thong, her eyes never leaving mine. She walked around the corner. I heard the door to her office close and then I stood up as well noticing for the first time the wet spot on the front of my pants. I shook my head and hoarsely wishpered "WOW!" and licked off one of my fingers. "Who'd have thought it?" I went into the bathroom and reluctantly washed my hands. I knew that I'd have to gather up my stuff and go. I debated on whether or not to take the book with me, but decided to leave it for her to enjoy. I was packing up some of my things into a box when the door to her office opened and she stepped out. She was wearing different clothes and her cheeks were still red. I expected her to fire me on the spot so it was a bit of a shock when she simply said "Tomorrow, I want you to put up the new shelves." I almost dropped the box I was holding. I smiled and said "Yes Ma'am." I let my eyes roam over her. She lifted her chin and looked back at me almost as if she was denying that what happened.... had actually happened. For a week it was quiet around the store. The book disappeared from its usual spot in the storeroom. I assumed Mrs Johnson had thrown it away. One day we were unpacking books and started talking about authors again. My favorite was a guy that wrote about adventures in Africa, hers wrote of intrigue and wove a convoluted tale of mystery. I suggested that we read one of each others and talk about our thoughts. She looked at me for a moment and then placed the missing book on the counter. "How about we talk about this one?" I was speechless. "Uhhhh Are you sure? OK." was all I could utter. She went on, "What do you like in here?" I thought for a moment and then answered "Tough question. It has to be well written, of course, but I think my favorite kind of story is one where there are surprises." "How so?" she asked. "Kind of like a woman who dresses in sexy underwear under rather plain clothes." She blushed. I went on, "The ones where a woman discovers herself or a couple discover a different side to their relationship that they'd never considered before." She was blushing but said "I see." I asked " What do you get out of the book. "It.... welll..... it does things to me." she replied a little hesitantly. "What kinds of things? I asked. "Reading it makes me hot but it also makes me a little sad. It makes me realize theres so many things I've never done." I asked, "Such as?" Mrs. Johnson blushed and swallowed but went on. "I've never had oral sex. I've only been with one man, and until recently, I've never had an intense orgasm." I asked "The other day?" She nodded. "I see." I replied "Just so you know, that was incredible." She looked at me and said "you didn't think it was.... gross? You know... that I get so.... wet. My husband does." I was amazed. "He's an idiot! That was the hottest thing I've experienced in years! I've never been with a woman who got that wet before.... I loved it!" Mrs. Johnson managed a weak smile though she was still blushing furiously. I picked up the book and thumbed through it until I found a story I'd read earlier. I read a passage about a woman going down on a guy. Mrs. Johnson looked up at me and asked If I'd ever had that done for me. Mischievously, I asked her "Had what done?" She stammered. "You know.... had your you know what ummmm sucked." I smiled. "Of course. I've had my cock sucked many times. It's wonderful and usually the women enjoyed it too." She looked down and it was obvious that I was hard. "I've also tasted women before. though none quite like you." She looked away. I read a few more passages and then asked "Do you have any favorites in the book?" "Theres a few." Mrs Johnson said huskily "There's one where a neighbor watches a woman through a window. There's another where a woman and a man find their pleasures in unusual places." About then a customer walked in and Mrs. Johnson put the book back under the counter. We were both excited by the conversation, but we went back to work. I was putting some used books away a little while later when I had to walk behind Mrs. Johnson who was bending over and rearranging some books on a middle shelf. As I passed by my leg rubbed against her. I could feel her stiffen, but she didn't move. I could feel each cheek and the space between. I walked on and finished my task, hoping that little things like this brief contact would turn her on. That day Mrs. Johnson was wearing a longer gray knit dress that hugged her body with some black heeled sandals. The dress was stretched a little over her rear and I could tell by the outline that she was wearing string bikini panties underneath. Customers kept coming and going too fast to re-start our book discussion so it was closing time before I could even think about it. I finished up my work for the day and Mrs. Johnson asked me to come back to her office. She startled me by asking "Do you think I'm pretty?" I answered by saying "Yes I do. Striking even. You've got beautiful features and a very nice body. I love your hair too." I sensed that she was really unsure of herself. She was a beautiful young woman married to an older man who obviously didn't appreciate her for the extremely sexy woman that she was. There was a full length mirror on the back of her door. I closed the door to her office and took her hand and led her to a spot in front of the mirror. Standing behind her, I took the pins from her hair and let it fall. "See? You really are a beautiful woman. Especially with your hair down. Fluff it out a little." She lifted her hands and ran her fingers through her hair to comb it out then shook her head and asked, "Like this?" "Perfect!" I said. See how sexy you look?" She started to take off her glasses "No, leave your glasses on. They're you." As I ran my hands over her shoulders and arms, I whispered "Stop me when you feel uncomfortable." She nodded. I went on, "We always dress in front of a mirror, but have you ever un-dressed in front of one? She shook her head and whispered "No.... never". I unhooked the tiny clasp at the back of her neck and slowly unzipped her dress. I could see her nipples hardening through the clingy knit fabric "Very nice" I said quietly. Then I slid her dress off her shoulders and helped as she pulled her arms out of the sleeves. She was wearing a black sheer lace bra that clasped in front. "Gorgeous! I said softly into her ear." Her nipples were just dark enough to show through the lace and they looked perfect. We let the dress fall down around her hips. "OK?" I asked. She nodded, biting her lower lip. I knew Mrs. Johnson was way out of her comfort zone but she was hanging in there. I could sense that her breathing was getting heavier. Mine certainly was. I reached around her and slowly hooked my thumbs in her dress and pushed it down lower on her hips, revealing her matching black lace panties. Squatting behind Mrs. Johnson, I pushed the dress further down and kissed her hip. Her dress fell down around her ankles showing off her black lace top stockings as well. "Mmmmmm gorgeous legs Mrs. Johnson. Go ahead and step out of the dress" She did and I told her to kick it to the side. In the mirror we could both see the almost total transformation. "You certainly know how to dress!" I said with my face inches away from her sexy bottom. I stood up behind Mrs Johnson and whispered in her ear "What do you think?" She shrugged and asked "What do You think?" I managed to croak "Incredible! You're simply incredible!" She smiled as if realizing her sensual beauty or the very first time. I thought to myself "What a waste! Her husband is a bigger fool than I thought!" Our eyes met each other in the mirror. There she stood, her pale skin framed by black lace. She looked like a lingerie model, her nipples and her tufted heart barely showing through the lace. Mrs. Johnson's breasts swelled under her bra, As I'd imagined, she wasn't large and wasn't small either. The bra enhanced her cleavage. "Oh that's perfect." I whispered. I leaned forward and kissed her neck and shoulder. I traced a finger around the edges of her bra and down her sides. She shivered slightly and gasped. "Ticklish?" I asked. She giggled "Yes!" "Gorgeous Mrs. Johnson, simply gorgeous." I said. Her hips swelled out from her waistline in a perfect curve. She had a little bit of a tummy but just enough to be sexy. I ran my hands up and down her sides again and slid her panties down just an inch or so. "Are we wet yet?" I whispered. "Oh god yes!" she answered. She bit her lower lip but ran her hands through her hair again. "Don't you think you're beautiful? Hot? Sexy?" I asked. "You must know that you are." I watched in the mirror as she looked her reflection over as if convincing herself that my words were true. With my hands on her hips, I whispered "Unhook your bra." She reached up and unclasped her bra, then very slowly pulling it back to uncover her breasts. She had small darkish nipples that were hard as rocks. I slipped the straps over her shoulders. She shrugged out of it and dropped it to the floor. "See how gorgeous they are? Each one a perfect work of art." I cupped her breasts in my hands and gently kneaded them, She gasped as I squeezed the nipples between my thumb and finger. I was as hard as a rock but this moment wasn't about me. This was about Mrs Johnson realizing her real beauty and sensuality. I dropped my hands to her hips and then said "Your turn." I guided her hands to her breasts and watched as she began to caress them. Her fingers slowly circled her perfect skin. Then she closed her eyes and leaned back her head as she squeezed them moaning softly as she played with her nipples. I reached down and ran my hands over her hips. Moving one hand to the inside of her thigh I could tell she was indeed soaked. She moaned softly as I touched her wetness. Squatting behind her again I kissed her back. "Mrs Johnson, slowly now.... take off your panties." I said. Our eyes met in the mirror. Taking the waistband of her bikinis in her thumbs, she slid them slowly over her hips. "Please.... call me Chloe." I smiled and said "Sure thing, Chloe." She had to bend over to push her panties down farther, the wet cloth reluctant to slide down. I kissed the smooth white skin of her bottom, first one cheek then the other. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistening. The smell of her arousal was like a drug. She slid her black lacy panties all the way down to her ankles. Then Chloe stood up and stepped out of them as she continued to rub her breasts. I slipped my hand between her legs and gently moved her knees apart. My hand was soaked when I pulled it away. I held it up so she could see then I licked one of my fingers clean. I held up another finger for her to try she tentatively took it in her mouth and sucked on it. I moved my finger in and out over her tongue and lips. "That's what its like, oral sex. Do you want to try it?" She nodded slowly. "We'll get there." I assured her. I reached up and took her hand and softly guided her fingers to the tuft and the base of her tummy. "Touch it" I said "...and watch. You'll see that you're one of the sexiest women I've ever met." Chloe caressed her tummy and then slid down to her swollen lips. "Thats it, you know what feels good." I said "Its ok to show me." I moved so that she could lift her foot up on my knee. She was focused on watching herself. She touched, she caressed and she sighed. She put one hand on my head for balance and then slipped a finger inside. She rubbed her clit and moaned softly. The inside of her thigh was shimmering in the light. Chloe was so wet. A rivulet ran down to her ankle. Her hips began to move in time with the motions of her fingers. I rubbed her back and said "Let yourself go." Her hand started moving faster and her fingers slipped in and out. Her hand on my head became a fist in my hair. She teased and squeezed her swollen clit until suddenly she gasped and began to shake. She held it tightly, pushing her fingers against that sensitive spot as first one then another orgasm washed over her. Her foot slid off my knee she arched her back. I could feel her knees shake so I stood up and held her tightly. It took a while , but Chloe slowly began to relax. I tilted her chin up and kissed her gently on her lips. "Feel sexy now?" I asked. She hugged me tightly and said "Mmmm hmmm.... Wonderful!" We stood there for a few minutes, totally content with each other. I turned Chloe a little so that we could both see our reflection in the mirror. I slowly pushed down on her shoulders until she was squatting in front of me. I guided her hands until she'd unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. She pushed them down and my hard cock popped out. I told her to just touch it. Explore it a little and just get to know it. She ran her fingers up and down my cock then under my balls. "I've never just played with a man before." she said. She ran her thumb over my swollen head and tickled the little folds of skin underneath. It was my turn to moan as she caressed my cock. A silvery drop formed on the tip. She rubbed a fingertip over it and then looked up at me and tasted it. Chloe wrapped her hand around it and slowly stroked. "Does that feel good?" she asked. "Oh yeah" I managed to groan. "Could I just..... you know... watch?" She asked. I reached down and caressed her cheek and said "Of course! Whatever you want, Chloe." She continued to caress it and slowly stroke it. She ran her fingertips over the entire length. I couldn't help but move my hips. She smiled and giggled and bit her lip staring at my now twitching cock. Suddenly I could hold it back no longer. She backed up a little as I came. Cum shot out all over Chloe's hands. Some got on her chin and then down on her breasts. She gasped again "Oh MY! Oh my god!" but she didnt stop stroking. "Don't ..... stop! I groaned as my legs weakened. Her hands were hot and slippery as I slowly stopped spurting. She breathlessly said "Oh my god, I never thought there would be so much!" I jumped as she touched the head of my cock which was even more sensitive now. "Sorry! Did that hurt?" she asked "Nooo! It was absolutely incredible its just that... well.... afterwards its really tender!" I replied. Chloe tried to wipe the sticky goo off her breast but it only made it messier. She shyly smiled up at me and said "I guess I'll have to go home like this and clean up later." I smiled back and pulled her up to me and kissed her again. I wiped the drop off her chin and offered it to her. Chloe licked it off my finger and said "Next time I'll actually try it." I said "I'm looking forward to that! Your bra is going to get messy." She wiped her hands off on her tummy and her breasts. I reached down and picked up her bra and panties and handed them to her. She smiled and said "Thanks.... this was wonderful. You made me feel..... well you know..." I smiled and said "You've ALWAYS been sexy and a beautiful woman!... you just didn't realize it." She dressed and tried to smooth her dress over her sticky skin. She smiled and said "see you tomorrow." I grinned back at her and said "Sure thing Mrs. Johnson."
Matty Meets Kimmy Ch. 05	29,737	4.73	606,591	[ "anal sex", "young love", "boyfriend girlfriend", "weekend sleepover", "prostate massage", "panties", "oral sex", "college", "small breasts" ]	"I don't think I'll ever understand your obsession with my little breasts," I mused. Matt smiled to himself. He and I were laid on our sides facing each other in his bed. My sore pussy oozed with his fresh cum and he was drawing imaginary circles around my nipples with his finger. "Well you may think they're little but they're just the perfect size for me," Matt replied. I giggled under Matt's ticklish touch, "So what is it about them then?" "They're just so perky, and cute and adorable," Matt rambled. "Cute and adorable huh?" I responded, "You know, most girls would probably prefer their boyfriends to describe them as sexy and seductive," I added. Matt grinned as he cupped my breast with his hand, grazing his thumb against my hard nipple, "But you're not most girls, and you know very well I think everything about you is drop dead sexy," he explained. I blushed unnoticeably, as my skin was already flush from mine and Matt's lovemaking. "So does that mean you're a breast guy?" I asked. Matt chuckled to himself, "Babe . . .as much as I love your breasts, and I do love them," Matt stated as he leaned in and planted a light peck on the soft curve of my right breast, "I am and will always be an ass man, and that cute butt of yours has done nothing to change my mind," Matt continued before reaching behind my body and squeezing my butt cheek. I squealed in laughter, wriggling my body under Matt's grasp. Matt finally let me go and we went back to staring at each other. "What about you?" Matt asked. "Huh?" "What of mine do you like?" he clarified. I grinned my teeth at him as I decided on an answer, "Your eyes," I finally replied, "The way you look at me, it's like no one else and makes me feel like I'm the only woman in the world," I went on to explain. "Wow Kim, way to make me look like a jerk, here I am talking about tits and ass and you come up with this beautiful thoughtful sentiment," Matt jeered. I erupted in laughter, "Awww baby, if it makes you feel better, I think you have a cute ass as well," I retorted as I reached for a handful of Matt's butt cheek. We kissed then settled down again. "So are you ready for the big shave this weekend?" Matt asked. "Uh huh," I replied, "You're staying over at my place for the weekend right?" Matt nodded affirmatively. "Great, Summer's visiting her folks for her dad's birthday so we have the place to ourselves all weekend." "Mhmm sounds like fun." "So are you nervous about shaving it all off for the first time?" I asked. Matt chuckled, "When I first think about it I do get a little nervous but then I just tell myself it's hair, it'll grow back." We lay there in each other's arms peacefully, "Wanna go take a shower?" Matt asked. I looked up at him and smiled guiltily, "I was thinking we could go again, you can stick it in my butt, if you're up for it," I teasingly offered. "You have such a way with words baby," Matt chuckled as he excitedly reached over to his bedside table drawer for the bottle of lube. XXXX Matt arrived at my place late Friday evening just in time to see Summer off. Adam was there as well, waiting to take her to the airport. The four of us serendipitously met up in the hallway outside the apartment just as Adam and Summer were leaving. "Hey Summer, have a great trip, and before I forget, I got something for your dad." Matt dug through his weekend bag for the small box covered in wrapping paper. He handed it to Summer as she smiled at him. "Thanks Matty." We watched as Summer tucked it away in her carryon. "Okay well I better get a move on if I wanna catch my flight. See you guys in a couple days." Summer hugged me and then Matt, "And please don't leave my boyfriend all by his lonesome this weekend, he won't admit it but he gets devastatingly depressed when I'm not around," Summer warned. The four of us all shared a laugh at Adam's expense, "Don't worry Sum, we'll look after him," I chirped as the twosome headed downstairs. Matt and I headed into the apartment and he set his bag down in the corner. "I made dinner for us, veggie lasagna, have you eaten already?" "Nope, I'm kinda starving actually," Matt replied. "Great," I responded as I set out two plates on the table. We sat and dined. "So are you and Summer's dad close?" I asked. "I guess, Summer's parents and Adam's parents, they really looked after me growing up. I was always at one of their places for dinner on the weekends and always for holidays," Matt explained. "More wine?" Matt asked holding the almost empty bottle in the air. "No thanks babe," I replied. Matt finished off the bottle. "This was amazing," Matt complimented as he ate his final mouthful of lasagna. "Thanks sweetie." Matt cleared the table and quickly washed up the dishes. "You wanna watch a movie?" he asked as he returned to the table. "Sure," I replied as we walked over to the couch. I cuddled up to Matt's side as he scanned through the Netflix menu. We finally found a movie we could agree on and Matt set down the remote and draped his arm over my shoulder. XXXX "You ready to go do the deed?" I asked as Matt switched off the television. "After you my dear." "You just wanna stare at my butt as I walk huh?" I teased. "You know me so well Kimmy." We made our way into my bathroom. Matt began to strip as I turned on the shower. By the time I turned around he was already naked. "Wow, someone's been busy," I commented. Matt followed my stare down to his crotch and his closely trimmed pubes. "I figured I'd save some time and get the thick stuff out of the way," Matt replied as he helped me out of my yellow plaid shirt. Once I removed my jeans and panties, I stepped into the tub and Matt was quick to follow. We stepped under the warm downflowing water and pressed our bodies together. After a brief kiss, I looked up to Matt, "So do you wanna go first or should I?" "Why don't you go first." "You're not gonna let me do mine then chicken out are you?" I giggled. Matt smiled, "Well it had occurred to me," he joked as I playfully shoved his arm. I bent over and picked up the new razor and can of shaving cream I had set out earlier in the day. "Do you mind?" I asked, handing the slender can of shaving cream to Matt. I sat in the corner of the tub, up on the ledge, and spread my legs. Matt knelt down infront of me and dispensed some of the white foam to his hands. He set down the can and pressed his hand against my pelvis. He rubbed his hand around, spreading the foam over my pubic hair. "Okay, that's good," I informed. I held on to the handle of the razor with a firm grip as I lowered it to my groin. Gently pressing the head of the razor against my skin, I slowly glided it down. Matt watched as swipe after swipe, the hair above my vagina was slowly removed. I reached out behind Matt, letting the razor fall under the stream of the shower, washing away my shaved hair. When I was mostly done with the top, I looked to an attentive Matt, "Could you help me out a little?" I asked. Matt reached out and held onto the lips of my vagina, gently pulling them to the side so I could access every crevice. After a couple more swipes, I was finally done. I washed off the razor one more time, then ran some water over my pussy, letting all the shaving cream wash away. "So what do you think?" I asked. Matt stared at my bare pussy as if for the first time. I was shaved clean, the slender flowery lips of my pussy on full display. He ran his fingers over my pelvis, right above my vagina, feeling my smooth skin. "I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he murmured. I giggled and stood up, stepping under the shower, "I guess that means I'll be keeping it this way for a while," I mused as I rubbed my hands over my slit. Matt stood up and turned to face me. "Okay mister, your turn," I stated as I held out the razor for him. Matt looked down at the razor then back up at me, "Actually, since you did such a fine job, would you mind doing me?" he asked. I smiled and pressed my hand against Matt's chest, pushing him down to sit on the edge of the tub. I assumed his previous position, kneeling down infront of him. Spreading Matt's legs I began to lather up his groin with shaving cream. As I held onto his limp penis, rubbing the foam up and down and around, I felt Matt slowly getting hard in my hands. "Sorry babe, can't help it," Matt apologized. "I actually think it'll be easier this way," I replied. I carefully pressed the razor against Matt's abdomen and began slow straight swipes. Matt's pubes were slightly coarser than my own so it took a little more effort but I was doing a fine job. I smiled as I held Matt's erect cock to the side and very carefully guided the razor along curve of his shaft. Matt helped me out, holding his penis down so I could concentrate on my task. I held on to Matt's balls, pulling the skin taut so I could clear him of every hair possible. "Okay, get up," I instructed. Matt headed my direction. "Now turn around." As Matt spun round, I placed her hands on his butt cheeks and gently spread them. "There's a little hair back here, do you want me to do all of it?" I asked. Matt thought for a while before he replied, "Might as well, if you're brave enough," he chuckled. "Baby, I've had your tongue in my ass, I think I could man up and do some probing of my own," I replied. Matt continued to chuckle, "Okay babe, have at it." I re-lathered my hand with shaving foam and slid my palm between Matt's butt cheeks. "A little help babe?" I asked. Matt shook his head in disbelief as he reached behind and held is butt cheeks. I continued sliding my hand up and down, letting my finger press against Matt's warm anus every so often. I then guided the razor between his butt cheeks, carefully sliding it down against his skin. I did either side, then rubbed my hand against him once more. Matt tried to arch his neck over his shoulder to get a view, "Having fun back there?" he asked. I giggled, "It's just so smooth and nice," I explained. "Okay, I think you're all done," I announced. I stood up and Matt turned to face me. We stepped beneath the shower and let the water cascade down our bodies. I lowered my hands to Matt's cock, gently stroking his hardon. "Mhmmm, everything's so smooth," I groaned. Matt stepped back from the shower and stood against the wall, "So. . .how does it look?" I looked him up and down. "Can I be honest?" I asked. Matt chuckled and then sighed, "Okay, let's have it." "Well the area itself looks nice, you even look. . .ahem. . .bigger," I began to explain. "But. . ." Matt interjected. "It's just that. . .with your entire crotch hairless, it looks kinda weird cause your thigh still has hair." Matt looked down at himself and laughed, "At least it'll grow back," he reasoned. "Do you want me to do your thighs too?" I asked. "No. . .no, that's fine, if I let you do my thighs, you'll want to do my legs next, then my chest, it'll never stop," Matt chuckled. "But I do love how it feels?" I sultrily replied as I pulled him back under the water with me. We kissed and I went back to slowly stroking Matt. "Can I take it for a test drive?" Matt whispered into my ear as he slid his finger along my pussy. "I thought you'd never ask." Matt pressed me against the wall and turned me away from him. He lowered his hands and placed his cock between my ass cheeks. I pressed the side of my face against the cold tile wall as I felt Matt's bulbous head pressing into my hungry vagina. Matt eased the entirety of his warm girth into my pussy. He pulled out and slid right back in, slapping my ass with his pelvis. "Mhmmm, that feels so nice baby," I moaned as I raised my hands to my breasts, squeezing and massaging my flesh. Matt lowered his face, kissing the curve of my neck as he continued driving his cock in and out of me. "Oh fuck . . .harder baby!" I urged. Matt grunted as he bucked his hips with more force, plowing deep into me. "Ahhh fuck yes ahhh ahhhhhhhhhh," I cried. I bit my lip hard as I felt my orgasm approaching. I squeezed down forcefully on my breast with my palm. I felt Matt's teeth grind against my shoulder as his cock stretched me. I squeezed my legs together as my body trembled. My cries filled the small bathroom. Seconds later I felt Matt thrust hard into me and bite down on my skin. He groaned and I could feel his cock spasming inside me. We stood there, our bodies warm and glowing as water beat down on us. Matt kissed the back of my neck as he pulled out of me. "Mhmmm, that was nice," I whispered. I turned to face Matt, hooking my arms around his neck as he held onto me by the waist. We kissed for a while then finished up with our shower. After we dried ourselves, I rubbed some postshave lotion on Matt's freshly shaved crotch and did the same to myself. We stood side by side and looked at eachother's naked bodies in the mirror. "Oh my god, you're right, it does look kinda weird," Matt laughed, getting a full view of himself for the first time. "Don't worry, it's not that bad, and as you said, it'll grow back," I replied, trying to set Matt's mind at ease. "You look amazing though," Matt commented. "Thanks babe." We got dressed and hopped into bed, With my head lying on Matt's chest, I began to think to myself. I finally summed up to courage to broach the subject, "Matt?" "Yeah baby?" he softly replied. "Umm, I'm not really sure how to ask this, so I'm just gonna blurt it out, when I was sliding my hand between your butt cheeks, and I pressed my finger against you. . .did you like it?" I bluntly asked. There was silence for a few seconds. "I guess, a little," Matt finally replied. "Do you remember when we went to the adult toy store for the first time, and you said you'd think about something?" I followed up. "Uh huh," he hesitantly responded. "Well . . . have you?" I asked. There was another stretch of silence. "Babe, with the amount of stuff you've let me do to you, if it's something you wanna try, I'm more than willing to go along," he replied. "But I don't wanna make you do something you don't want to," I began to explain. "Well I can't say I'm super excited, infact it makes me a little nervous, but I'm willing to go into this with an open mind as long as you're there with me every step of the way," Matt interrupted. "Okay Matty," I replied. We fell asleep shortly afterwards. XXXX The next morning Matt and I met up with Adam for breakfast. "So what are you guys doing for summer break?" I asked as I sipped on my coffee. Adam took a bite of his bagel and wiped his mouth, "Summer and I are heading home for about a month since none of us are doing any summer classes," he replied. "Ohh, that's nice," I replied. "What about you two? Are you heading down to Miami?" Adam asked. Matt and I looked at each other. "Well I normally head down for the summer but I'm not sure about this year. Matt and I haven't really discussed it yet," I explained. "We might just stick around here for the summer, or maybe take a trip somewhere," Matt added. Adam nodded and went back to his bagel. Matt and I waved goodbye to Adam as we parted ways in the parking lot. We drove to the park to lie out and get some sun. I must have fallen asleep. My cheek was pressed against the cool grass, and I felt Matt's mouth whispering in my ear. He gently roused me from my slumber and I sat up with him, staring up at the clear blue skies. "Ready to head home?" he asked. "How long was I out?" I inquired. "Just about twenty minutes," he replied as he helped me to my feet. Back at my place I was on the couch studying while Matt was at the kitchen table with his laptop. It had probably been an hour and a half of hardcore studying when I closed my textbook and stretched my arms. I shrieked when I felt Matt nuzzling his nose against my neck from behind the couch. I reached back and held his head as he tickled my neck with his tongue. Matt began to climb over the couch. I threw my book onto the floor and lay down on the couch. Matt stretched himself out on me, resting his chin on my stomach. He looked up at me and I smiled down at him as I brushed my hand through his hair. "So what do you want to do tonight?" I asked. Matt thought for a few seconds before replying, "I'd like to take you out on a date," he proposed, "A really nice date," he clarified. "Okay. . .anything special?" I asked. "Any date with you is special baby," he affectionately replied. I watched his head bob up and down as my tummy shook due to my giggling. "I'll have to go home to get some nice clothes; I'll pick you up at eight." "Okay sweetie." Matt and I remained there staring at each other as I held his head in my hands, "You wanna go get lunch?" I asked. Matt grinned at me, "In a little while," he replied. "Was there something else you wanted to do?" I asked. Matt couldn't hide his wide grin as he lowered his face down my body. I watched as he raised the ruffled pink skirt of my summer dress as ducked his head beneath it. All I could see now was the outline of the back of Matt's head under my skirt. I squirmed as I felt him kiss my abdomen, then, his fingers sliding against the lips of my pussy which pressed against my cotton panties. Matt continued kissing me, down over my panties, then I felt his tongue, licking my lips through my cotton confines. I raised my hips when I felt Matt tugging on my underwear, letting it slide down my thighs. I once again felt Matt's lips kissing my skin; my inner thigh, moving further up to my wetness. He teased me so deviously, moving at a snail's pace. Matt wickedly avoided my pussy, kissing around it, and now above it. I groaned when he finally kissed my clitoral hood. I felt his fingers gently spreading me then his tongue on my clit. I trembled and pushed my groin against his face. As Matt continued licking my slippery nub, I widened my legs, trying to get his face right up against me. I groaned as Matt allowed me some relief, pulling his tongue from my clit. He now began sliding his artful tongue up and down my slick lips. Slowly, he moved down my slit, then back up. I so desperately wanted his tongue on my clit again but remained patient, knowing the payoff would be that more gratifying. Matt's was now pressing his mouth against my pussy, his tongue delving deep into me and his nose nuzzling against my clit. I was whimpering now, writhing from side to side. Matt moved his mouth up and took my clit between his lips. I gasped for breath as he sucked hard on my clit. His fingers found my tight opening, and he inserted two into me, sliding in and out, in and out. I pushed up hard, forcing his face against me. I could feel the pressure build inside me as I held Matt's head down against me. "Ohhhh fucckk MATT!!!" I cried as my body shook. Matt quickened the pace with which he slid his fingers into me, all the while continuing to suck on my throbbing clit. I squeezed my legs around his face as I felt my juices rush out of me. I squirmed and wiggled as I panted and moaned. Matt continued his pleasuring until he sensed my body had stopped trembling. I felt him slowly ease his fingers out of me, and release my clit from his lips. I hiked up my skirt and Matt looked up at me, his mouth was coated in my cream. I watched him licking the sides of his mouth, happily swallowing my nectar. He crawled up onto me and I kissed his soft lips. "So what's for lunch?" he whispered. I giggled as I tasted myself on his lips, "I'm gonna need a minute before we can go for lunch baby," I replied as I continued to breathe heavily. XXXX After lunch, Matt and I took a stroll through the mall then returned to my place. He hung out a while, watching television while I did my laundry. I was on my laptop, waiting for my clothes to dry. "Hey babe," I called, "Come have a look at this." Matt made his way over to me and looked over my shoulder to the laptop screen. "Aneros huh?" he mused. "Yeah, from what I've read, it's the best, and it doesn't look too intimidating does it?" "I guess not," Matt replied as we browsed the prostate massagers. "So what do you think?" I asked, wanting more of a response. "I'd be willing to give it a go, wanna stop by the adult store tomorrow and pick one up?" "Okay," I gleefully responded. Matt left around seven to go get ready and I hopped into the shower. Stepping into my room, I removed my robe and slipped on the bra and panty set I had picked up earlier in the week; sexy black lace with rose red ruffle bordering. Next, I pulled my little black dress out of the closet and stepped into it; a sleeveless black lace dress that ended above my knees. I tightened the skinny leather belt that cinched the dress at the waist. I hopped around the room getting the zip at the back of the dress up then put on a little makeup and fixed my hair. After applying a little pink lipstick, I dabbed some perfume to my neck and chest and then slipped on my black stilettoes. Topping it off with little pearl earrings and the diamond necklace Matt had given me; I walked out into the living room and waited for him. Just around minutes to eight, I heard a knock at the door. I smiled; Matt knew very well that he didn't need to knock and could've walked right in. I walked over and opened the door. I was met by his handsome smiling face. "Wow baby, you look incredible," he complimented. I blushed and scanned him up and down; he was a picture of perfection. He wore a tight fitted white dress shirt with a slender black tie, his cuffs folded up to his elbows. His shirt was neatly tucked into a pair of skinny black slacks that ended over his shiny black dress shoes. His face was clean shaven and his hair combed to the side. I could smell a hint of the cool essence of his cologne in the air. "You're looking pretty charming yourself babe," I replied as Matt leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek. "You ready to go?" he asked. "Uh huh," I replied, stepping out into the hallway with Matt and locking the door behind me. We were quickly seated at the quite extravagant Italian restaurant. It was such a romantic place, dimly lit, each table with a single burning candle. "Wow hun, how did you manage last minute reservations here?" I queried. "Who said I made last minute reservations?" Matt retorted. "You mischievous little schemer," I replied, realizing Matt had this night planned all along. We began to dine once the food had arrived. "So what are you thinking for this summer?" I asked before placing a forkful of delicious linguini in my mouth. Matt sipped on his wine and looked to me, "Well you're not going down to Miami right, and Adam and Summer are heading home, so I guess I'll stick around and keep you company," he replied with a teasing smile. "Aww, you're such a thoughtful boyfriend," I sarcastically replied. "So you wanna do anything special? We could take a weekend cruise or something." "Maybe, that sounds like it could be fun. There's something else I was thinking about, Adam and Summer will be gone, we'll have both apartments to ourselves. I was thinking we could maybe live together for the month, see how it feels. What do you think?" I asked. "Wanna shack up huh?" Matt teased. I looked at him and laughed, "Seriously babe," I urged, wanting a real response. "I'm fine with it sweetie," he replied. "And what if I get on your nerves after two weeks? You won't want to kick me out?" I halfheartedly joked. Matt reached out and grabbed the tips of my fingers with his hand, "Never baby," Matt confidently replied as he stared directly into my eyes. We both smiled and then went back to our meals. After dinner, Matt and I took a stroll on the beach. I clung onto my shoes with one hand, while the other was wrapped around Matt's waist. Matt had his arm around my shoulder as we walked watching the waves roll in. Back at my place, we kicked off our shoes and Matt took me into the living room. He walked over and switched on the stereo. Matt shuffled channels till he found something he liked, and then turned to me. Clasping my hands in his, Matt pressed his body against mine and we slowly danced circles in the living room. "I had a really nice time tonight," Matt whispered. "You say that like the funs all over," I replied sultrily. I watched Matt smile then he leaned in and gave me a brief kiss. We continued to dance, Matt spinning me round as I giggled. "Can I just say again how absolutely stunning you look," Matt whispered before planting light kisses on the curve of my neck. I curled my fingers around the locks of Matt's hair behind his head as I fought to stifle my moans. A slow song came up and Matt and I moved our bodies in teasing unison. Matt's lips found mines and I pressed my hips hard against his. I could feel the length of his hardon, pressing against my thigh. I lowered my hand to Matt's waist, hooking my fingers into his belt and trouser waistband, "Come with me," I whispered, pulling him as I headed to my bedroom. Matt helped me unzip the back of my dress before I sat him down on the edge of the bed. I stood before him, between his legs as I removed my earrings and necklace. I giggled when I felt Matt's warm hands on my knees, slowly moving up my thighs. I teasingly swatted away Matt's hands just as he was reaching the apex of my thighs. Smiling down at him, I slowly slid my dress off my shoulders, letting it pool around my ankles. I saw the desire in Matt's eyes as he cast his gaze on me, "You like? I bought it this week, just for you baby," I cooed. Matt placed his hands on my hips, gently rubbing my skin. He looked up at me, "You look incredible babe," he replied, "Do you mind giving me the view from the back?" he asked. I happily turned around and looked over my shoulder. I felt his hands on my ass, gliding over the lace fabric. I reached behind me and unclasped the hook on my bra. Turning to face Matt, I let the lace half cups slip from my breasts and fall to the floor. I leaned over and unbuckled Matt's belt. He raised his hips as I pulled on his trousers and boxers, watching in delight as his beautiful cock sprung free. "Somebody's excited," I teased. Matt pulled me onto him and kissed me, "When it comes to you, I'm always excited babe," he replied. My naked breasts pressed against Matt's shirt as we kissed. I could feel his hand slowly rubbing circles against my pussy, over my panties. I held onto Matt, my hands around his neck as I sat on his lap, my legs splayed on either side of his body. I felt Matt pulling my panties to the side, then, the head of his penis pressing against me. Matt groaned into my mouth as I sunk down onto him. Once inside me, Matt let go of his grip on my panties and wrapped his hands around me. I sucked on Matt's tongue as he held me tightly, helping me rise and fall on his cock. "I love you so much baby," Matt whispered between kisses. The only response I could muster were soft whimpers as Matt thrust his cock into me. We had stopped kissing now. I was holding Matt's head against me by the neck, our foreheads pressed together as we stared into each other's eyes. Our warm breaths melded as we panted against each other's faces. "I wanna cum with you baby," I moaned. Matt continued staring at me as he raised and lowered his hips in quick succession. "Mhmmm mhmmmm, tell me when baby," I urged, "I'm so close," I informed, feeling Matt's shaft grind against my clit with every thrust. "Now baby!" Matt groaned. I felt him push hard into my and his cock begin to spasm. I let myself go, my pussy clenching down on Matt's cock. I groaned in delight, my clit throbbing uncontrollably. "Ohh fuck Matty!" I cooed. I writhed around on Matt's lap, grinding my convulsing pussy down on his exploding cock. We kissed again as our juices mixed deep inside me. Matt lay down, pulling me with him. I felt his soft penis slip from me, and a rush of our cum leak out onto his groin. We lay there for a while before I rolled off Matt and fetched a warm damp bath towel. I affectionately tended to Matt's groin, wiping his skin clean. After using the bathroom, I wiped my vagina and removed my panties. Matt removed his tie and shirt as I crawled my naked body into bed. He laid his head on my naked chest and I tenderly patted his hair, "Nervous about tomorrow?" I asked. "Not really," he whispered, "I know you'll take good care of me." I smiled and kissed the top of Matt's head. XXXX The next morning, Matt and I had apparently exchanged our positions. I was awoken by the warm sun on my face and slowly opened my eyes. I found myself resting my head against Matt's shoulder. I quietly looked up to Matt. He looked so peaceful; there was a soft smile on his face which caused me to smile as well. I looked over to the clock on the wall; we had to meet Adam in a little while for breakfast. I lifted the sheet off mine and Matt's naked bodies and was about to wake him up when a tempting thought entered my mind. I grinned as I slinked my way down to Matt's torso. Staring at his limp penis I admired the smooth skin around it; there was the slight hint of stubble growth, tiny black dots of emerging hair. I took his soft penis in my fingers; he looked so small now compared to the rigid shaft that filled my pussy the night before. I took Matt between my lips and into my mouth. I toyed with Matt's soft member, running my tongue along his soft skin. An almost inaudible sigh escaped Matt as I felt him begin to swell and straighten in my mouth. Matt continued to grow until I felt is full hardness in my mouth. I began to slide my mouth up his shaft and then back down, then back up. I let Matt's cock slip from my mouth and stared down at his erection beneath me. Looking up to his face, I saw that Matt's eyes were still closed. I wrapped my dainty hand around Matt's shaft and placed my mouth on the head of his cock. I lowered my mouth on Matt once again, stroking him as I slid my mouth back to the tip. Bobbing my head up and down, I could hear that Matt's breathing had gotten heavier. After a few seconds, I let Matt slip from my mouth once again. I continued slowly stroking him with my hand as I lowered my mouth, taking his smooth balls in my mouth. I suck on him hard, loving his shaved skin. "Babe?" Matt whispered. After licking Matt's balls for a few seconds I raised my head and looked to his face. I was still stroking him as I stared at him staring back at me. We exchanged smiles, "Just relax baby," I cooed before lowering my mouth to his shaft once again. I licked his shiny bulbous head, tightening the grasp on my stroking hand. A few more seconds was all it took. I watched as the tip of Matt's cock began to spurt his creamy white semen. I immediately took his entire shaft deep into my mouth, sealing my lips around him. I sucked hard as I felt his cum leaking into my mouth. Matt groaned, and I directed my eyes to him, watching as he pressed his head back onto the pillow, his eyes shut tightly. I myself was moaning now. Matt's cock was rock hard as it twitched in my mouth. A burst of semen hit the roof of my mouth as Matt gently raised his hips to my face. I felt his hand on the back of my head, holding me in place as he convulsed in me. He finally let go and I slid my mouth up his still hard shaft. I swallowed his seed then began to lick his shaft, watching him soften before my very eyes. After cleaning him to my satisfaction, I crawled to Matt's side. "Thanks for the wonderful wakeup Kimmy," he whispered. "No problem baby," I replied as I pecked him on the lips, "Come on, we have to meet up with Adam in a bit," I added as I rolled out of bed. XXXX "So what time is Summer's flight landing tomorrow?" I asked. "Eight AM," Adam replied as he took a bite off a strip of bacon, "She has class at noon actually," he explained. I nodded my head and sipped on my coffee. "So Kim and I have decided to just stick around here for the summer. . .shack up in one of the apartments," Matt stated. We all chuckled. "You aren't trying to steal my roommate are you Kim?" Adam asked. "Maybe . . ." I tentatively replied, smiling over at Matt. After breakfast we said goodbye to Adam and hopped in the car. Matt turned to me on the way home, "So do you wanna stop by the sex toy store?" he asked. I grinned at him and nodded, I was so happy he was the one that suggested it as I now felt I wasn't forcing him to do something he didn't want to. We pulled into the parking lot and entered the brightly lit store. We smiled at the woman behind the counter; we had become accustomed to her, seeing her the couple of times we stopped by to pick up lube. We made our way over to the toy section and began to peruse the selection. "Aneros. . .over there," I pointed. We walked over and looked at all the different models. "How about this one baby?" I asked, holding up the most slender looking model. . . the "Eupho." Matt took the toy and read the information on the packaging. "Well it doesn't look too intimidating," he mused. We looked around a little more but came back to the eupho, "I guess this is the one," Matt decided. "Do we need lube?" I asked. "No, I think we have a bottle at both our apartments," Matt chuckled. We began to walk to the cashier when I grabbed Matt's hand, "Matt, if you don't mind, I'd like to pay for it." Matt looked at me and smiled, "That's okay Kim, I don't mind," he replied. "Please baby, I want to," I insisted. Matt handed me the plastic packaging, "Okay sweetie, thanks." We walked up to the counter and I handed the woman the toy. I paid and she handed me a plastic bag containing the toy, "Have fun you two," she smiled. Matt and I thanked her then left. Once in the car, Matt turned to me, "So what do you want to do now?" I looked at the clock on the car radio, "Wanna hit the beach?" I suggested halfheartedly. "Nahh, too far," Matt replied. "Okay....hmmm, we could go to the pool." Matt seemed to be deep in thought, "Maybe," he hesitantly replied. "What about going to a movie?" I asked. "Okay, I'd be up for that." I whipped out my cellphone and began looking up showtimes as Matt drove to the Cineplex. XXXX After the movie, Matt and I exited the theater. We had to squint our eyes in the bright sun. We stopped by a sushi bar and picked up some take out. Once back at my place, Matt and I sat on the couch and ate lunch. "So what was that this morning about stealing Adam's roommate?" Matt asked as I took his empty plate from him. We walked over to the sink and I began to wash up the dishes. Matt jumped up and sat on the counter beside the sink, drying the dishes as I handed them to him and placing them in the tray. "I dunno, I was just thinking out loud. Haven't you ever thought about moving into a place, you know, just me and you?" "I guess, I have, I mean we practically already live together, I'm always over here, and if I'm not here, you're at my place," Matt replied. "Well maybe spending a month in the summer all by ourselves will be a good thing, we'd see what it's like living together for a while," I reasoned. "I suppose you're right," Matt agreed as he took the dripping ceramic bowl from my hand and wiped it dry. I was almost done with the dishes, I held out a soaped up white plate and grabbed the slender rubber hose attachment on the sink. I held the nozzle infront the plate and pressed down on the lever. I guess I wasn't expecting the force of the water to be that strong. I almost jumped as a jolt of water shot out, ricocheting off the plate and across to Matt. The stream of water struck him on his side, making a wet circle on his black t-shirt, right over his ribcage. I immediately released the lever, stopping the water and looked up at Matt. He was staring back at me and I started to giggle. "Something funny babe?" he asked. "I'm sorry, it was an accident," I laughed. Matt hopped down and stood behind me, wrapping his arms around me. He grabbed the nozzle from my hands, pointing it straight up at me. I wriggled in his grasp, "You wouldn't dare," I warned. "I wouldn't would I?" Matt teasingly replied. I watched as his fingers began to tighten on the lever, "Matthew, no!" I firmly stated. Matt's fingers loosened around the lever and I felt him let go of me. Standing beside me he held out the nozzle to me, "Okay, here you go," he calmly stated. I reached out to take the hose from Matt but before I could grab it, he squeezed the nozzle and water came shooting out, right against my chest. I squealed and laughed as the cold water struck me, "Matthew!!" I yelled as I grabbed his hand, turning the stream of water on him. We fought back and forth, both of us getting wet in the process. Eventually we transitioned into play fighting as we both released the hose and wrestled each other to the floor. Matt and I tossed and tangled on the floor for a few minutes. Finally I managed to pin him beneath me. I was straddling his hips, holding down both his arms against the floor. I smiled victoriously down at him. I lowered my face just above his. Water dripped off the tip of my nose down onto Matt's forehead. "Give up?" I teasingly asked. Matt smiled up at me, instead of answering, he tried to raise his head and kiss me. I pulled my head back before he could kiss me and held him down by the hands, "Nuh uh mister. . .do you give up?" I repeated as I mischievously wiggled my hips, grinding my crotch against Matt's groin. "Okay I give up," Matt whispered. I giggled; knowing that at any time Matt wanted he could easily overpower me and have me. I released Matt's arms. The second I did that he rolled me over, pinning me beneath him. We both laughed as Matt lowered his mouth to mine. We couldn't help our chuckling as we kissed and rolled around on the floor. Matt's hands roamed over my back, over my damp t-shirt, slowing inching down to my butt. Grabbing my butt cheeks firmly, Matt pulled me hard against him; I could feel him pressing his erection against my abdomen. I was about to remove my t-shirt when Matt's phone started ringing. We both groaned as our lips separated. Matt climbed off of me and picked up his phone off the table. There was a brief conversation then Matt hung up. "That was Adam, his car broke down at the library, he needs help with a jumpstart." Matt helped me up from off the floor, "And we were just getting to the good stuff," I complained. "I know," Matt replied and kissed me. "Wanna come with?" he asked. "No, I think I'll stay here and clean up our mess," I replied. Matt quickly got changed into dry clothes and took off. XXXX About an hour later, Matt was back. "Was everything okay?" I asked as he joined me on the couch. "Yeah, he left his headlights on so it drained the battery. Gave him a jumpstart and he was good to go." I watched Matt's weary face and brushed the hair above his forehead, "You look tired, you should go take a nap," I suggested. "That actually sounds like a great idea," Matt replied as he sighed, "Wanna come join me?" he asked. "I will in a bit, I have a couple things to do," I replied. I watched Matt walk off towards my room and grabbed the car keys. I was only gone a half hour. I picked up some subs for Matt and I to have for dinner. I left the sandwiches on the kitchen counter and quietly made my way into the bedroom. Matt was under the covers, sound asleep. I stealthily crawled into bed, lying at Matt's side. I watched his peaceful face and couldn't help but smile. I wondered if the subtle smile on his face meant that he was dreaming, I wondered if he was dreaming about me. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off into sleep. When I woke up I was alone in bed. I checked the clock; I was out for about an hour. I could hear Matt in the shower. I remained in bed stretching my arms and legs. Matt emerged a couple minutes later, dressed in just his blue boxer briefs. I looked up at him and smiled, his chest was dotted with water droplets, and his damp hair went in all directions after just having been towel dried. "Why didn't you wake me, I'd have loved to join you for a shower," I whispered, still stretching my arms. Matt knelt down beside me and ran his hand through my hair, "I wanted to, but you looked so adorable while you slept, I couldn't bring myself to wake you." I smiled at Matt lovingly. "So do you wanna go get dinner?" he asked. "I already got us dinner, it's out in the kitchen," I replied. Matt and I made our way to the kitchen and ate, then settled on the couch. The television was on but neither of us was paying much attention. Instead, I was snuggled up in Matt's arms. I was looking up at him; we both remained silent and just stared into each other's eyes. As was our custom, we eventually began making out. I giggled like a child when I felt Matt picking me up. He carried me into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed. Matt crawled on me and we continued our heavy petting. Taking a break from our kissing to catch a breath I looked at Matt in just his boxers, "I think I might be a little overdressed," I commented. Matt was all too happy to help me out of my green t-shirt and grey cotton shorts, leaving me in just my white cotton panties. "That's much better," I moaned as I pulled Matt back down to me. Matt began kissing his way down my body, slowly along my neck then chest. When he was over my stomach, and moving lower, I held his head up and stopped him, "Nuh uh. . .tonight is all you baby," I informed. I made Matt stand up and remove his boxers, watching gleefully as his manhood bounced free. After he removed my panties, I picked up the white plastic aneros from off the side table, it was slender and cylindrical and very smooth. There was an angled head then narrow neck which widened into a 'body' section then narrowed again, tapering down to two curved arms at the base, preventing any chance of going in all the way. "Are you ready baby?" I asked. Matt nodded and handed me the bottle of lube, "Be gentle with me," he joked. Matt got on the bed and lay down on his stomach. I poured a generous amount of the clear liquid on the toy, and stroked it up and down; making sure the entire thing was properly lubed. I eagerly made my way over to Matt. He was holding his butt cheeks apart just slightly. I placed the toy between his cheeks and rubbed it about, spreading the lube around his opening. "Ready?" I asked again. "Go for it babe," he instructed. Pressing the head against Matt's opening, I watched as his skin stretched, allowing the toy to slide in. Matt groaned as the head slipped in, "Is it in?" he asked urgently. I giggled, "Just the head baby, just keep relaxing and breathing, you're doing great," I informed him. I heard Matt trying to control his breathing and I applied a little more pressure. The body of the toy began to slide in. When it reached the tapered section, I watched Matt's anus contract and suck the toy all the way in. Matt let out another groan as the white plastic filled him, the arms pressing against his perineum and between his butt cheeks. "Okay baby, it's in," I whispered. Matt continued to lie there, getting his body accustomed to the new feeling. I watched in delight as Matt's anus relaxed and contracted, which pulled the toy in him everytime in a thrusting fashion. After a minute or two, Matt got up. He was kneeling down on the bed and looked at me, "How does it feel?" I asked curiously. A small smiled escaped him, "Kinda amazing actually, every I suck it into me, I think it nudges against my prostate, it feels really good," he explained. "Oh my god baby! Look at your cock," I alerted as we both stared down at Matt's erection. His penis was rock hard and throbbing, a long strand of clear precum dangling from its tip, almost all the way down to the bed. I excitedly reached down with a cupped hand and collected his nectar then eagerly licked my palm. "You think you're ready?" I anxiously asked. "What do you think?" Matt retorted, directing my attention to his rock hard erection. I crawled infront of Matt and got on all fours. I felt Matt's hands on my ass as he positioned himself. Matt pressed his cock against my pussy, and rubbed himself up and down my lips. After a few seconds, I felt him pushing into me. As Matt entered my pussy, his hands gripped my hips tightly. "Mhmm baby, I don't think you've ever felt harder," I moaned as Matt filled me. Matt began to thrust into me, pumping passionately into my cunt. We were both groaning aloud as Matt's thighs slapped against my ass. I threw my head back in delight when I felt Matt pressing his index finger into my asshole. Matt worked his finger in and out of me as I began slamming my body back against his throbbing cock, meeting his every thrust. "Ohhh fuck Matt!!! Harder baby! Fuck me harder!" I cried. Matt headed my pleas and pushed hard into me and I felt a second finger begin to enter my ass. "Ohh god baby yesss!!" I moaned. I was so close to my orgasm. I lowered my face down to the bed, sticking my ass up in the air as Matt continued to plow into me. My hands were now free and they found their way to my breasts. I pinched my nipples hard and awaited the surging climax of my orgasm. "Ohhh fuckk Matt!!! Mhmmm mhmmm," Matt thrusted harder and faster which drove me over the edge. My body tensed up and my pussy contracted around Matt's cock. My satisfied cries filled the tiny room and my pussy flowed with my cream. "Ohh god baby, are you almost there?" I moaned, tired and satisfied. "Almost, baby, almost," Matt grunted. "I want to see you cum," I cooed. I felt Matt pull out of my gaping cunt and I immediately flipped over onto my back. I hungrily reached out and grabbed Matt's cock and began stroking him furiously. It only took seconds for huge ropes of cum to shoot out of Matt's twitching cock. "Ahhhhh fuck!!!!! " Matt groaned as he bucked his hips. I stared happily back and forth between Matt's face and his glorious exploding cock. I continued stroking Matt's penis as more and more of his seed just kept coming. It was the most I'd ever seen him produce, every drop of it landing on my breasts. Matt finally began to calm, and even with a limp penis his body continued to twitch and droplets of cum continued to dribble out. Even the look on Matt's face as he stared down at me told me he was surprised by the amounts of cum that coated me. "Ohh my good baby, that was nothing like I've ever felt before," he panted before lying at my side. "I could tell babe, and this certainly isn't like anything we've experienced before," I replied as I played with the puddles of cum on my chest. "Looks like we'll be taking that shower after all," Matt stated. We laid there for a few minutes before making our way to the bathroom. Matt got some tissues and wiped my chest the best he could. "Turn around," I instructed. Matt listened and I lowered my hands, curling my fingers around the arms of the aneros. "Ready?" I asked. "Yeah," Matt replied. I slowly pulled on the toy; it slid from Matt's butt with ease. I tossed the still lubed up plastic cylinder in the sink while Matt turned on the shower. "I just need to pee real quick," I informed Matt. "No one's stopping you babe," Matt quipped. "You want me to go with you just standing there?" I asked embarrassingly. "It's not like you're going number two, you're just peeing, think of it as taking our relationship to another level," Matt replied with a chuckle. "Well I've never seen you go while I was in here with you," I protested. "So you want me to pee first and then you will?" he asked. I nodded in response. "You're such a baby," Matt chuckled as he walked over and lifted the toilet seat. I walked up behind him and stood on my tiptoes. Matt and I both stared down at his penis. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at me before I saw his golden stream of urine hitting the water in the toilet. When he was done, Matt looked at me, "Do you wanna shake it for me?" I giggled as I wrapped my hands around Matt's waist and took his limp penis between my fingers. I shook his soft noodle a couple times, watching as a couple drops of pee fell into the bowl. "Okay, your turn," Matt stated as he stepped out of the way. I had no choice but to hesitantly lower the toilet seat and sit down. Matt mischievously knelt down infront of me and stared directly into my eyes, knowing how embarrassing this was for me. "I don't hear anything?" Matt teased. I stuck out my tongue at Matt, jokingly mocking him. A few seconds later we both smiled at each other as we heard the steady trickle of my pee hitting the water in the toilet bowl. I wiped myself and flushed then Matt helped me to my feet and into the shower. "That wasn't so bad was it?" he asked as we soaked our bodies beneath the warm water. "I guess not," I replied, "What about you, was the aneros as scary as you thought it would be?" I asked. Matt looked up at the ceiling, letting the water flow over his face. He looked back down at me, "I don't think I was ever scared of the actual thing, you know the physical stuff. What worried me was what you would think of me after doing something like that, I had this insecure feeling that you'd think I was less of a man or something." "Baby, why didn't you tell me you were feeling like this?" I asked with a concerned tone. "I dunno, maybe it's just stupid." "Well what is stupid is thinking I would ever think of you as anything but one hundred percent my man, all man." I wrapped my hands around Matt and he did the same to me, "Baby, when I'm in your arms. . .I feel like the safest person in the world. And every time you kiss me, or hold my hand, or make love to me, or do something like tonight for me even though you were a bit hesitant, I know you are the only man for me," I continued to explain. Matt kissed me on the forehead, "Thanks baby, you're the best," he replied. Matt and I finished up with our shower then got dressed. Matt slipped on some boxers and I just put on a t-shirt. We crawled into bed and huddled under the covers, "So do you think we'll be adding the aneros to our future?" I asked. "Definitely, it's not an everyday occasion kinda thing, but I could definitely see us using it once in a while," Matt replied. "Glad you liked it." "Well I'm glad you suggested it babe," Matt stated. He reached over and gave me a peck on the lips, "I love you baby," I cooed. "I love you too Kimmy." XXXX The next morning I rolled out of bed around nine. I slipped on a pair of Matt's boxers, used the bathroom, then went to the kitchen. I returned a couple minutes later, a cup of coffee in each of my hands. I set down one cup next to Matt, on the bedside table. "Babe, you have your study group in an hour," I whispered. Taking a sip of my coffee, I watched as Matt slowly opened his eyes. He sat up with me, resting his back against the wooden head board. He smiled at me as he picked up his cup and took a sip, "So what are you doing today?" he asked. "Ohh I'll probably wait till Summer gets home, then maybe hit the gym before lunch then I have class this afternoon." "Want me to get us lunch after my study group? I have a few hours before my class in the evening." "Okay, sounds great," I replied. "I better hop in the shower and head out," Matt stated after taking another sip. I waited until Matt left then decided to tidy up the apartment a little. I was out in the kitchen when I heard the door opening. Adam and Summer came strolling in, "Hey guys," I greeted. "Hi Kim," they replied in unison. Summer schlepped her bag over to her bedroom then returned at kissed Adam on the cheek, "I'll see you this evening babe, thanks again," she stated. "Don't mention is sweetie, see yah later Kim!" "See yah Adam!" I replied. Summer walked over and we exchanged a quick hug then sat at the table, "He has class," Summer explained. "So, how was it?" I asked. "Really great, we had an amazing weekend, was really nice being back home." "That's nice, so when is your class?" "In an hour actually, I better go get ready, see you this evening? We can go out for dinner; I'll tell you all about my weekend." "Okay sweetie, sounds like fun," I replied. After Summer left for class, I got changed into my exercise clothes and headed out to the gym. XXXX Standing over the sink in the kitchen, I chugged my bottle of water. My workout had me feeling exhilarated. Hearing a key in the front door, and turned my head to see Matt enter. "Hey baby," I greeted. "Hi sweetie, I got us chipotle," he replied. Matt set the brown bag down on the table as he made his way over to me. He embraced me from behind and held me. "How was your workout?" he whispered. "Amazing," I replied. "What's amazing is how you look in those black spandex shorts and orange sports bra," Matt replied. I giggled as he kissed my neck. "Baby, I'm all sweaty," I squealed as he tickled my neck with his tongue. "Mhmm, and you taste that much better," he whispered, "Is Summer home?" he asked. I raised my head to the ceiling and closed my eyes, letting Matt work his tongue to the back of my neck as he continued kissing me. "Nope, she had class," I cooed. "Mhmmm, how convenient," Matt replied. I felt Matt's hand on my stomach, moving down between my legs. I could almost feel my knees go weak when he cupped my vagina over my tight spandex shorts. "Mhmmm baby, you're so warm," he whispered. I wiggled my butt against Matt's body; I could already feel his prominent bulge pressing hard against my ass. "Come on," I urgently stated, leading Matt into my room. I spun round and kissed Matt hard, his tongue was so warm and his mouth so inviting. I felt him pawing at my sports bra; we broke our kiss so he could lift it off me. Matt immediately lowered his face to my breasts, sucking on my pert mounds. There was nothing for me to do but affectionately comb my fingers through his hair and enjoy his touch. After a couple minutes, Matt laid me down on the bed, with my legs hanging over the edge. He kissed his way down my stomach. My tummy trembled as I giggled, Matt's tickling tongue swirling around my belly button having the desired effect. He moved lower and was now kissing my lower abdomen, over my spandex. Matt kissed the plump lips of my vagina which pressed against the tight fabric. I watched as he pressed his nose against my lips and took a shallow breath, "You're amazing," he sighed as he hooked his fingers into my spandex, pulling it along with my thong down to my knees. I smiled as I felt a cool rush of air against my now bare skin. "Baby, you sure you don't want me to take a quick shower first?" I asked, feeling a bit insecure. Matt's response was quite reassuring, "Are you kidding baby? You taste amazing," he replied before lowering his face to my pussy. Matt tenderly kissed the lips of my vagina, planting light pecks up and down the length of my slit. My eyes tightened when I felt Matt warm tongue slide into my vagina. I could already feel my juices trickle onto Matt's tongue as my heart began beating faster and faster. All I heard was the slurping sounds of Matt's tongue lapping away at my vagina. After a few seconds, Matt pulled his tongue from me and moved up, latching on to my throbbing clit. I opened my legs wider as Matt gently nibbled on me. Matt raised his hand and slid a finger into me. I gasped in delight as he began pumping his finger inside me, quickly adding a second. Matt's tongue was swirling around my pulsing clit, lashing it back and forth. I was moaning and panting now, my mind overcome with pleasure. Matt pulled his mouth from my clit, replacing it with his thumb, rubbing tortuously delightful circles around it. With two fingers delving into me with considered pace, and his thumb circling my clit, Matt raised his face up to mine. He kissed me hard, and I ran my tongue all over him, tasting my wonderful juices on him. Matt's fingers curled inside me, moving speedily as I squirmed myself against him. "Ahhhhh fuck MATTY!!!" I cried as a wave of ecstasy rushed over me. I had to pull my mouth from Matt's as I clenched my jaw, my body shivering with my orgasm. I lay there breathing heavily, letting my mind calm back down as Matt continued to slowly caress me. I finally turned my face to him and smiled. He pulled his fingers from me and brought them up to his mouth. I watched as he sucked his glistening fingers. Matt let me lick his thumb clean, I savored my sweet nectar. As Matt pulled his finger from my mouth, he reached over to the sidetable drawer and retrieved the lube, "Are you up for it?" he softly asked. I nodded affirmatively. Matt stood up and reached out an open hand, "Come with me, I want to see your face." Without query, I reached up and Matt helped me to my feet. I let my shorts and underwear fall to my ankles and stepped out of them. Matt led me to the bathroom and positioned me to stand over the sink, infront of the mirror. I looked over my shoulder and watched Matt pour some lube into his hand. I giggled when I felt his hand press between my butt cheeks. He rubbed his fingers around my tight entrance, teasingly slipping a finger in just to pull it back out. I looked forward into the mirror and stared back at myself and Matt. I heard him unbuckling his jeans. He took a few seconds to lube up his cock and then I felt him, pressing between my butt cheeks. Matt was looking down, and I was looking at him in the mirror. I felt the head of Matt's cock press against my asshole. He pushed gently and his head slid in. I grasped onto the sides of the white ceramic sink as Matt made his way into me. When he was about halfway in, I felt Matt place his hands on my hips and he looked up into the mirror at me. We smiled at eachother and he leaned in and kissed my shoulder. Matt's eyes focused on mine as I held my breath and he pushed in all the way. I relaxed my breathing and reveled in the wonderful feeling of being filled by Matt. "You feel amazing baby," Matt whispered before kissing me on the neck. "So do you Matty," I moaned. Matt brushed the hair from my back and kissed my neck. I turned my head as best I could and found Matt's lips with my own. We kissed for a few tender seconds then I looked back into the mirror. "Is anything hurting?" Matt lovingly asked. "No babe, everything feels wonderful, just go slow at first," I replied. Matt's grip on my hips tightened and he began sliding in and out. I groaned in delight as I felt Matt's rigid cock stretching my asshole. After a few seconds I was pressing my ass back against Matt to meet his thrusts. I stared into his eyes and brought a hand up to my breasts. Matt's strokes were tender and gentle, when I felt I was ready, I gave him the okay, "Harder baby, fuck me harder," I moaned. Matt's eyes were focused on my face as his plowed hard and deep into me. I squeezed my breasts hard, pinching my erect nipples as Matt continued thrusting into me. I was rotating my head from side to side, moaning in delight as I felt my orgasm approach. "Ohhh fuck Matt!!" I cried as I squeezed my asshole around his shaft. I screamed out loud and lowered my hand to my pulsing clit as my orgasm hit. Matt was right there with me, his cock spasming as he filled my ass with his warm cum. We were both grunting as our bodies twitched in ecstasy. Matt pressed his face against my shoulder, leaving his cock deep in me as his orgasm continued. I was almost delirious as my shuddering climax subsided. I felt myself shiver, aftershocks of my orgasm. I could feel Matt soften inside me. I relaxed my contracted asshole and Matt eased himself out. I turned to face him and we kissed passionately. Matt wrapped his arms around me tightly as we kissed, his soft penis dribbling cum onto my abdomen. I could feel Matt's warm cum drooling from my asshole and smiled against his mouth. I stripped Matt and we hopped into the shower. After getting dressed we went out into the kitchen and ate lunch. We were still basking in the glow of our love making; Matt reached out hand held my hand as we ate. "What?" I asked. "Nothing," he replied, "I just love feeling you," he explained. I smiled and rubbed the back of his hand with my thumb. After lunch we both headed out together to go to our classes.
Bee and David Ch. 03 Pt. 02	15,649	4.66	627,378	[ "interracial", "romance", "love" ]	\Hey guys! This last chapter made me think long and hard about the quality of work I've been issuing out. I haven't been fair. I haven't given my all and its become apparent that my work is being compared to 50 shades of Grey. This isn't the case. I'm my own. My words are greater than a speeding bullet and I can cut down the mightest oak with the mere utterance of a phrase. I promise to show that. I've realized where I wanna take you. So take a seat and let's go.\** \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* She couldn't figure out why she ran. Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline that seeing him sparked. Maybe she wanted him to chase her. Want her. Need her. No man had ever wanted her. Well, not truly wanted her. Before stepping into the thick pit of people, she turned and caught another look at her pursuer. A dashingly salacious smile blazed across his face as he chased after her. His lips spread wide in a hungry grin. She twisted, turned and shuffled through the crowd just nearly avoiding his reach. A playful smile lay plastered on her face the entire time. Nearing the end of the floor she gracefully leaped off the stage, confident she had lost David. She turned to head back to the VIP area before a force ambushed her into a hug and graciously led her to a darkened area of the club. She gazed up as he peered down, a look of simple admiration coated his slate eyes as he crushed his body against hers. He inhaled that flowery scent and his head swam. Snaking his solid arms around her waist he pulled her closer. Delivering fresh little kisses from her cheek to her neck, he used his tongue and teeth to tease her. The wall she put up slowly crumbled the more he taunted her sensitive skin. Palming her round ass, he pushed her further against the wall. Pulling back, a rare stream of light illuminated her entire face. A treasured, guileless yet utterly carnal look encased her. Lower lip trapped between bright teeth, she stood on her tip-toes and unleashed a flaming kiss. It dangled between them before igniting. Their lips parted as hungry tongues danced. She ran her hands through his well seasoned silvery hair and plunged her tongue into his mouth. He savored every bit of her. Tasting an unreal sweetness and fondling every part he could. She moved her hands down to his godlike biceps and chiseled chest before skating up his back. It took an enormous amount of self control for him not to rip the dress from her body and take her in the corner. She felt a warm thickness rub up against as they continued their physical affair. Opening her eyes she saw David's thundering stare dare her to protest. He stole kisses in a fury and held her at his leisure. His body heaved against hers as he softly crushed her against the wall. His massive hands held her delicate ones above her head as his head hung near her ear. He nibbled on it as several soft moans escaped her. How could one woman taste so good? She tried to gather her scattered senses. "You're here?" was all she could conjure up as her body tensed below his mountain of flesh. His engorged prick now prodded her tummy as his dominant hold wore on. Seeing her discomfort, he released her hands and fixed himself. "I said you'd be seeing a lot of me, doll." She shuffled against his sturdy figure. "I have got to take your meanings more literal," she giggled in his ear. He threw her a wickedly tempting look. "Come back to VIP with me," she insisted. Not waiting for a response, she grabbed his hand and pushed pass, leading him back to their area. Several people threw them odd glances. As usual Bianca didn't notice. Looking over she noticed the jerk from before was gone. Bianca sat between David and CoCo as she interrogated him. Lanely stood next to Kari carrying on a conversation but his eyes never left Bianca. After soothing a savage CoCo's hunger for knowledge and with an arm wrapped around Bianca, he looked around for his security team who no doubt probably caught their little display of affection. After visually checking in with them he relaxed a bit. They all talked for a few more hours. The girls were obviously smitten with a charming David. He turned his attention to Cynthia who had some questions of her own. CoCo got up to dance and Lanely took her seat. Leaning in, he spoke low. "Estás tomando en serio con él?" he questioned. \Are you getting serious with him?\ She looked up into his soft brown eyes. "Yo creo que sí," she hesitated then responded. \I think so.\ "Quiero que seas feliz. Te lo mereces," he confessed." \* I want you to be happy. You deserve it.\* David turned back to face them. "Gracias. Tú también, amor!" she exclaimed to Lanely, kissing his cheek. He gave her a face splitting grin as a tall red head approached. She whispered something in his ear and he gave her a lewd smirk. After saying his goodbyes to the group, he gave Bianca a wink with the bombshell on his arm and strode out. She called for CoCo. "Its almost four, I'm getting a little tired." She relayed the message to the rest of the group. Some still wanted to stay and dance so they decided to part. "You guys can stay. I'm gonna catch a ride home," she told them. "How?" Cynthia asked. Bianca nodded to David. "Oh okay, be a good girl now," Maddie teased her. "Shut up," Bianca told them. "I'm getting right into bed." "Sounds good, Bee. Just make sure no one gets inside of you first," CoCo joined Maddie and Cynthia in a laugh. She flipped them off before leaving with David. Exhaustion hit her just as soon as she sunk into the SUV. She rested her head on his shoulder. "Did you have a good time?" he asked. "Yes," a sleepy voice drifted out from her. "Do you have your keys?" She sleepily nodded and dug through her clutch. "I think I left them," she sheepishly admitted. "I'm just so tired." He glanced down and a lump formed in his throat. What he was thinking of doing went against his better judgement. "Stay with me tonight?" he suggested. She looked up and saw a nervous look in his eyes. But she felt so at ease next to him. "Okay," she whispered and absent-mindedly nodded. The darkness weighed her down as total and utter exhaustion swept through her body. "Make a left on Lakeshore drive, and take us to the Drake." Kiaran obliged, looking to his left he saw barely any incoming traffic and soundless drove. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ She lay in a deep sleep as he easily carried her to the penthouse suite. Laying her across the massive king sized bed, he took off her shoes and rubbed her feet. The bright red toenail polish glimmered in the dim room. Reaching over, he turned on the bedside lamp. There was a knock at the door. Strolling past a lavish dining and living room area, David answered. A dark haired, green-eyed man came through. "The supplies you requested, sir," he spoke in a French accent, handing a Duffel bag over. "Thanks, Marc. You all settled in?" "Yes, sir. " "I'll contact you if there's anything else we need." He nodded and left. David searched through the bag and came out with an oversized shirt and make-up remover pads. He removed a pair of lace slippers and an endearing lace dress, as well as underwear he was sure would fit her. Other supplies were packed inside, if she needed them. Laying the ensemble on a cream Davenport, he approached her sleeping body. Raising her, he gently slid off the silk bodice. She was a really deep sleeper. He slid the entire dress off and gazed at her. His mouth went dry. Her chocolate skin seemed to glow beneath the snow white lace of her underwear. Temptation almost caused him to touch her most private parts. He took a deep breath and taking it slow, he raised her back up and pulled his favorite shirt on. Pulling the band from her hair, he watched in astonishment as her thick strands whipped out giving her a dark curly halo. He rolled up his sleeves and wiped the make up from her face, until only her natural glow remained. Moving the comforter back, he positioned her in the middle of the bed. Between luxuriously soft pillows and tender to the touch silk sheets, she drifted even deeper into sleep as louder snores began to ensue. He chuckled then pulled a tiny state of the art tablet from the duffle bag. Checking up on investments and replying to urgent emails, he pulled up the confidential file he kept on Bianca out. Rereading the more private details of her life, he placed a reassuring hand on her back and silently comforted her. Turning the device off he placed it on the bedside table and shifted over to his side of the bed. Even though he had carried her in and undressed her, cuddling up next to her body without permission just seemed wrong. The warm and loving snores emitting from her side of the enormous bed lulled David to sleep. In his dream, he held a glowing Bianca in one arm and a bouncing gray eyed, curly haired little girl in the other. Her jaw dropping smile and deep dimples caused a familiar blush to outline his face. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ The loud chirping and bright rays of morning woke her as she sat up in a huff and clutched the side of her head. The sound of a running shower let her know she wasn't alone while a horrible headache made her groan. Her vision blurred as she adjusted to the surreal-like surroundings. Where the hell was she? She tried to smooth down her wild mane but it stuck out in an absurd fashion. She gasped. Did she foolishly hook up with a stranger? She shook her head in a fury. "No, I left with David," she remembered. Too scared to move, she looked around the spacious suite and recognized her dress laying across the Davenport next to another one. She was in a hotel room. A really nice hotel room. Hearing the faint sound of the shower turning off rooted her to the spot. She clutched her sides as the bathroom door swung open and she tried to remember the details of last night. The only person she remembered seeing at that moment was him. He stepped out as quietly as possible, hoping he hadn't woken her. With his hair still dripping wet and a thin towel wrapped around his waist he stepped out of a fresh shower and into the sights of his love. Like a deer in headlights, she stared at his half naked body. His image of perfection glistened as he caught her in that smothering stare. Concrete eyes grounding her, locking and imprisoning her in place. The fresh smell of strawberries followed him from the shower and flowed freely through the room. Sauntering over, a wide grin emerged. He knew she liked what she saw by the way her mouth hung like a pendulum. Beads of water still dripped from his hair onto his bulging biceps. Some cascaded down his creamy rippling six pack. The towel barely contained him. He was bigger than she originally thought. Harboring an old school football player's physique. Bianca saw a peek of naked flesh just below his torso as he walked over. She unconciously bit her lower lip. A mountain of muscle. He looked like he just stepped out of the pages of a GQ ad. Sitting on the bed, he stared. She looked just as lovely as she always did. Her messy hair and an innocently misplaced look lay mounted. They stared, saying nothing for a few minutes. "Good morning," he greeted reaching over and cupping her chin. To his surprise, she relaxed and leaned into his touch. "Morning," she greeted raspily, not taking her eyes off him. She put a hand on her head, trying to shake the ache away. "Here take this. Breakfast should be here in about 20." He handed her a glass of water and two pills she assumed were for the headache. She swallowed them gratefully and finished the entire glass. Handing it back, she spoke clearer. "Where are we?" He ran a finger delicately across his lower lip, while his eyes focused on her. After a few minutes he answered, "The Drake." "How'd we get here?" He frowned. "You don't remember last night?" Her eyes widened and she tensed. "No," a bare whisper escaped. "Did we---? We didn't, right?" David raised a curious eyebrow as a slow smile played across his lips and a wanton expression engulfed his eyes. \Oh Bee,\ he thought. \My Bee.\ Translucent eyes burned into her own as they stared. David with a passionately controlling gaze. Bianca with a seemingly impassive one. Her insides shook as she felt her heart rise to her throat and stomach twist into knots. "Blimey! We haven't shagged," he stood and walked back to the bathroom. Taking one step inside, he turned and looked back at her. "At least not yet." Rapidly exhaling, she saw the trace of an amoral smile sweep his lips. Her eyes squinted and the bathroom door closed. Swinging her legs over, she climbed out of bed just as there was a knock at the door. She trudged acrossed the great room. Opening the door, she came face to face with Marc. "Hi," she greeted. He took her in. No wonder the boss was so head sprung on keeping her safe. She was a stunning little thing. There was something about her face. It was endearingly angelic yet sultry. "Good morning, ma'am," he returned her smile. "I'm Jeán-Marc, I work for Mr.Crete." She stepped aside to let him and the cart he pushed in. "What do you do?" she asked. After placing the enormous dining tray on the table, he whipped around to face her. "I'm head of security." She crinkled her nose, "Security? Why does David need security?" He opened his mouth to speak but the bathroom door swung open. David approached Marc with a cool demeanor and shirtless. He uttered something in French and Marc removed the lid off their breakfast. Golden brown pancakes topped with fresh strawberries and chocolate syrup sprang into her view. As well as scrambled eggs, hash browns, a colorful fruit bowl and a tray filled with bacon and sausage. Her still thirsty mouth fell on the crisp jug of orange juice. She looked back to David and almost jumped out of her skin. Both he and Marc were studying her. David ran a finger over his thin bottom lip as his eyes surveyed hers. Marc stood sideways, speaking low and rapidly while his peripheral vision caught little peeks of her beauty. She squinted her eyes and walked towards the bathroom were she washed her face with water and her mouth with Listerine. Walking out and back towards the dining area, she saw him sitting at the head of the table. He rose as they made eye contact. The narrow faded blue jeans he wore gave his chivalrous actions a boyish charm. His eyes hypnotized her so deeply, that for the first time all morning, she noticed just how magnificent his tattoo was. It seemed ritualistic. Feathers laid ablazed as they peaked out along his bicep and curled around his shoulder. The image of an archer holding an arrow laid in the middle. The archer's dark menacing eyes and scowl sent a sharp quiver over her. She gazed back up into his prized gray windows and unconciously smiled. "This looks delicious," she said. "It does. I thought you might be hungry after not eating last night," he replied, sitting after her. "What makes you think I didn't eat?" "You're a horrible liar, my dear," he told her. She feigned heartache, "You're a know it all." "I know," he smirked. He had already rationed their plates and poured the orange juice. "I'm not sure if I ever mentioned this but I'm a vegetarian." "I know. Its made of soy," he popped a piece of bacon in his mouth. She took a bite of the grayish sausage and to her surprise it was good. They animatedly talked between bites as he got to know her better. "So you've got a birthday coming up?" She swallowed her food with a satisfied look. "Not until the middle of December. Turning the ripe old age of 23. I feel old," she told him. "Oh come on, doll. You're in the prime of your life," she threw her arms over her head, causing the oversized tee to rise beyond her thighs. "And you look every bit of it." The shirt slipped up higher and her undies flashed him. Powder white lace containing valued dark enticing flesh. He ran a hand through his hair. A quizzical look passed through her face as she thought more about last night. "You undressed me, didn't you?" she threw him a hardened look. He remained silent as his eyes rested on her hips. "Of course. You were sleeping so deeply, an avalanche wouldn't have woken you." She looked down, slightly embarrassed. "Moreso peacefully, my love. I just slipped my favorite shirt from Harvard on and wiped your makeup off. You were so knackered, you must of had a long day." She relaxed as the topic was changed. "Just a little. I missed dancing all night, but feeling so sore made me realize I'm not as young as I used to be." "Ahhh don't grow so old so fast. Your vitality keeps me young." "That's sad," she laughed before shoveling a fork full of potatoes in her mouth. His steamy eyes stalked her deep dark ones. "How do you feel?" he asked, finishing his plate. "Better, thanks." "I'm glad. So you like to be chased huh, darling?" he boldly asked. She almost choked on her OJ. "Why do you think that?" she cocked her head to one side. "Why, because you initiated our little chase last night. I enjoyed it. Thoroughly. Enjoyed you." "Did you now?" "Yes," he wiped his mouth. "I want more. Of you that is." "Don't be so greedy." He rose and walked near her side of the table then sat. She pushed her empty plate away and turned in his direction. "You make me gluttonous," he tucked a loose strain of hair behind her ear. "Tell me, why are you still single?" She purposely bit her lower lip before speaking. "I'm," she inhaled then heavily exhaled. "Impossibly stubborn. A bit abrasive, extremely strong willed and dreadfully tainted. That's a lot to handle for some guys." "Some guys are weak. You need a man," he leaned over her and used the back of his hand to stroke her cheek. "A real man." She rose between his legs. His hands rested on her shapely hips until she stepped up and sat on his lap. His perfectly sculpted eyebrow rose as she rested a hand on his shoulder. "A real man like you?" she questioned. "Maybe, " he teased with a deadly look. "You said it yourself: I am a big man," his accented flourished when he emphasized "big". "You are. Guess that's why I like you," she confessed. "And I rarely like anyone. " "I fancy you as well. You make my heart soar." She gasped. "Really? Sometimes, I like it when you touch me." He pulled her by the waist further onto his lap. "Touch you how, my dear? Like this," he used one hand to pull her face closer to his as they kissed. "Or like this?" He placed his other hand at her hip and roughly caressed her sides, teasing her flesh. She bit his bottom lip and kissed it better when she thought it was too much. Truth be told, he liked her rough. He grabbed her thick ass as his tongue invaded her mouth. The fullness of her derrière had him making a half moon shape as he ran his hands over it. He squeezed harder and felt the heat from between her legs rise. She detached her mouth from his. "You're a lot less stressed this morning?" "My ex signed the papers," were the first words out of his mouth. Her eyes relaxed. "Really?" "Yes. That's what Marc and I were discussing." "Are you happy?" He stroked her ebony thighs and gazed into her eyes. "Ecstatic. They're gonna be processed early Monday morning." "You seem really happy about it." "I am. And happier because you're here with me right now," his hand moved to caress her full lower lip. She unconsciously smiled, "You seem too good to be true. Forgive me for being a bit skeptical. " "Why should you be? You're a knockout with the drive and smarts to rule the world. I'd love to have a woman like you on my arm." "Would you?" she asked in an incredulous voice. "Of course. I'm never letting you go my dear. I'm a man who gets what he wants and right now, I want you." An electric shiver crept down her spine. She nervously bit the corner of her mouth. He watched her through hooded eyes, "You know what that does to me." Once again, he reached up and saved her bruised flesh. "Don't second guess yourself, love." She wrapped her hands around his neck. "Stop telling me what to do," she threatened. He smiled, "Yes ma'am," then slapped her butt. A girlish grin appeared on her face and she bit his shoulder. "Ow!' "See," she giggled, "I'm not all talk." He ran a hand through her hair then grabbed a handful and yanked her head back. A surprised gasp escaped her as he had full access to her throat. He nibbled on her collarbone and trailed delicate kisses along her throat. "Pull harder," she encouraged. He grabbed more hair and yanked it back so far he almost thought he broke her neck. She had a seemingly high tolerance for pain. Her hands clutched the arms of the chair. His bites got rougher. Her body hotter. He let one last kiss linger on the base of her throat. A soft growl rose and he pulled back. A faint purple bruise laid in the spot he teased the most. "There's sooo much sexual tension between us, my dear." He trailed a hand up her thigh. The smooth dark flesh and warmth that her treasure hid caused his movements to become rougher. "What do you purpose we do about it?" she baited. Aloof and cool dark saucers watched him. "Give yourself to me." He reluctantly trailed away from her heat. "Its not that easy. I'm not that easy." Using that devilishly long and burly finger, he traced the path of the hidden hickie. He smiled at his handywork. She laughed, unaware of his skills of possession. "What's so funny?" he asked. "We're moving soooo fast." His thumb caressed her chin, "Do you want to slow down?" he gave her a chance. "I don't know." His heart plummeted. "Are you done with the nosh?" he pointed to their leftover breakfast. She nodded. "Let's get you showered and dressed. "I want to show you something before you head home." \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ She slipped into the warm lace flats. Bianca had to admit, as overprotective and mysterious as he was, David knew more about her and what fit her body then she ever thought. The endearing lavender and lace strapless dress let her breathe while snugly accenting her. He stood across the suite, leaning near a window and talking on his cell. The air left his body the second she walked in. "Yeah, yeah, no just bits and bobs. Okay. I'll give you a bell later." He picked something up and sauntered over to her. She shifted nervously under his blazing gaze. Thinning her faint pink lips, she smoothed the already perfect dress out. He made her so nervous lately. That cool panty dropping smile he unleashed, made her melt. He was a hot summer day and she had the unfortunate fate of playing a scoop of double chocolate ice cream. David admired the sweetheart neckline. Tender dark flesh peeked out as her bust sat proud. "You know, a simple tee and some jeans would have done the trick. Not that I'm being ungrateful." He used his forefinger to tip her face towards him then planted a knee weakening kiss on her. "And miss you looking this heavenly?" he replied. She laughed under him. "I've never met a woman who fills out simple pieces of cloth so well. I'd bet you look good wearing a feather." His voice chilled and he pulled her closer. Unraveling the necklace he took off last night, he leaned over her shoulder and fastened it. Stepping back, he got a full view. She radiated beneath the frilly lace and fair lavender. Glowing brighter than any piece of jewelry he owned, she dropped that smile and he turned red. "Its reassuring to see that I can have an effect on you, too." He shook his head while a lascivious smile cradled his lips. "I must be a plonker because I have no idea what you're talking about." "Rubbish," she teased, imitating him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled a lengthy hug from deep within. Her heart beat slowly, and it scared her. It was as if it tried to match a distant beat. She pulled back in shock as she realized what her body was doing. \Too soon,\ she chastised her heart. "You okay, love?" David asked, feeling her tense up. "Yeah," she looked everywhere but at him. "Just remembered my phone's dead and my friends have probably been trying to contact me." He let her go and walked over to the bedside table; picking up her phone, he handed it to her. "You're rarer than you let on. Shall we go?" She looked down at her phone and her face fell. Over 45 missed calls and over half of them were from Lanely. 56 new texts and 22 voicemails. "My clothes?" she asked. "Marc will load everything in the car," he held out his hand. "Come." She took it and followed him out of the suite and into an exquisitely decorated hallway. The antique details and modernly sophisticated paneling popped out. He held her hand tighter whenever others passed. She squeezed his every time a woman gave him the eye. Which was frequently. She wanted to draw the word "mine" across his forehead just so they'd stop eyeing him. But he wasn't. No matter how many times he hinted at how he wanted to be hers, he wasn't. She wasn't a piece of property either. \We're just having fun. Nothing more,\ she told herself. They stepped into a half crowded elevator. An elderly white couple smiled warmly at them. The woman, in a much younger black couple, threw daggers at Bianca. She smirked then rolled her eyes. Bianca laughed softly. Her boyfriend on the other hand checked her out every chance he got. When Bianca's callous eyes met his toffee colored ones, he winked. She squinted and threw him a hardened look before turning back to deepen her embrace with David. Surprisingly, he was staring ahead. His jaw clenched. As soon as the door to the lobby opened, he flew with Bianca out and gracefully dragged her to the front doors. Looking her over once more, the new pissed expression threw him through a loop. Her hands were firmly placed on her hips. "What?" he asked innocently enough. She leaned closer, "Don't drag me. I don't care how uncomfortable the situation is." "He practically eye humped you." "Guys have totally stared at me in worsening ways. I'm not a piece of meat and I don't parade around like it," she moved closer and threw her arms around his waist. "When will you realize I'm tougher than I look?" He sighed then looked down into her bewitching brown eyes. "Maybe never. I feel this need to protect you at all times, Bee. You're the kind of girl a guy would come back for." She felt something stir within her at that moment. Like an ancient force waking after a long slumber. Her glow intensified and her eyes burned into his. "Don't make promises you can't keep," she whispered. A sleek black Mercedes-Benz pulled up. "I won't," he promised. "You're my honeybee." \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* "Don't ever do that again! You could be dead right now!" Cynthia screamed into the phone. Bianca rode smoothly next to David and held the phone a few inches from her ear. She returned all the texts, listened to every voicemail and returned the missed calls. Everyone from Kari to Dre were worried until she called and rectified everything. Cynthia was another story. Bianca purposely called her last because she knew she was gonna rip her a new one. "Do you understand me, Bianca Michelle Wilson?!" She sighed, "Yes, Cynthia. I'm sorry I had you worrying, babe." She laced her apology with sugar and soon enough Cynthia forgave her. "I'm not yelling, I just worry is all. When will you be home?" "Later maybe after 5?" "Okay, hey I forgot to ask if it was okay that Chad was staying over for a few days? I'm gonna be visiting Stephen in Palos Hills." "Yeah, its fine. I haven't seen Chad since we graduated. Is he still a little heartbreaker?" "More like full blown Casanova. That's part of the reason why he's staying. He's gotta week out of school and my parents don't want him hanging around the house causing trouble while they work. I swear ever since he joined the football team, he's become a monster," she gossiped. "He can't be that bad. Leave him with old Bee for the week. I'll straighten him out." Cynthia laughed. "Okay, don't say I didn't warn you, he's getting dropped off at around 7 tonight. See you later, baby." "Bye, Cyn." She hung up and turned to David. "All better?" he asked. "Yes," she groaned snuggling closer to him. He held her hand. "They worry too much." "They love you, Bee. Its normal." She shrugged. "Where are we going?" "Somewhere special," he replied as the car made a sharp turn. They passed a sign. \## Beverly estates.## They drove farther west and after not passing a house for almost 10 minutes, they pulled up to a dashingly massive mansion. It was a grand home. The outside proudly stood, ivory colored with a huge balcony near the top and a large front porch wrapped around the bottom. They pulled into the draped garage. The driver opened her door as David got out. She looked up and for the first time noticed Marc. His silky green eyes shone even in the dim lighting. "Thanks, Jean-Marc." She smiled and he unconsciously blushed. "My pleasure, ma'am." She held out her hand and delivered a firm handshake. "Please call me, Bianca or Bee," she encouraged. David walked around to their side just as Bianca dropped her worldly smile again. He noticed his mate's face turn red as a strawberry. Marc lowered his gaze as David snaked an arm around her waist. "Yes, ma'am." David caught her attention and nodded in another direction, "This way, love." He led her through a door. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* "Whoa!" Her surprise echoed through the lobby. The house was twice as big on the inside. "It has a Neo-Renaissance foundation with Baroque features." A marble stairwell elegantly spiraled down, and laid about ten feet away from them. The great room smelled of fresh oranges. She looked up. A grand chandelier stood watch over them. "Crystal chandelier, nice," she complimented. "Diamonds actually, but thanks." "Diamonds, " she gasped. "There must be hundreds of them!" "Thousands. Three thousand and forty seven to be exact." He came up behind her. She turned to face him. "You're too rich for my blood," she joked. "You're priceless my dear. Besides money can't buy everything." He grabbed her hand and led her through double doors and past a stainless, modern kitchen. "Ladies," he greeted a group of middle aged, cheery eyed women. They smiled professionally. "This is Bianca. She's a very special friend of mine." They greeted her, "Hello, Bianca!" "Good morning, ladies" she beamed back. David led her through a Neo Grec style archway and down stone steps. They stepped into a lavish entertainment room. It was twice a large as the suite from the Drake. A plush dark carpet outlined the room and romantic colors clung to the furniture. "Have you ever seen the movie: Rosemary's baby?" he asked her. "Only a million times, its one of my favorites!" He chuckled at her excitement. "Great, well I'm sure you'll enjoy it a million and one times." He led her to a row of soft seats. They were invisibly attached creating a living room love seat effect. "You brought me to your house to watch a movie?" He nodded draping his arm around her like teenager. Playful gray orbs forced a sincere smile to the surface of her lips. "Okay, I'll bite." He grasped his shoulder, "Hopefully not to hard, eh?" She feigned insult and gave him a push. "Such violence," he grabbed her wrist and planted a soft kiss on the inside. "You're much to delicate to be sooo tough." "If only you knew." He cocked his head to the side and gave her a curious look, "The mystery that is Bee." She smiled and cuddled up on the couch next him. His massive physique seemed less daunting wrapped around her fragile build. Within seconds a woman, David greeted as Hope, was at their side with drinks. The movie started and soon they were bundled within each other and enjoying the theatricals of Mia Farrow. He snuck little peaks of her facial expressions as the movie progressed. He'd never get over her captivating beauty. The sheer genteel of her nature. If only she knew. The scene approached where Rosemary character was taken by the devil. Bianca's heart accelerated. The forbidden taboo of being forced remained a constant battle within her. She clenched her thighs. Bit her lower lip. David watched, fascinated at her sudden arousal. He ran his fingertips along her bare shoulder. A shiver flowed through her. She looked over. A salacious glow overtook his eyes. For the first time in forever, she blushed and looked down. His gaze was sooo enticing. Those expertly large hands slithered back over her warm skin. She looked back up and was caught in a predatory gaze so fierce everything below her belly button clenched. Stormy gray eyes ate her alive. Devoured her very soul. She opened her mouth to protest for what she knew was coming next. Only a low carnal groan escaped. That was all he needed. In milliseconds, his lips were upon hers. Tasting a sweetness he was sure couldn't be artificially copied. She groaned, low and bawdy into his mouth and once again, ended up in his lap. The neat little bun that took her so long to pin up became a frizzy up-do. He wanted more. She could sense it. Their kisses become deeper, wetter. More primal. It happened at much slower rate than she expected. He leaned in and clasped her face between his hands. They were much gentler than she remembered. Grabbing his hands, she held them to the side. He conquered her. Experienced lips expertly moving through innocent ones. His tongue softly caressed the inside of her mouth. She tasted like fresh mint and cinnamon sugar. He seductively bit her lower lip. A silent "ouch" echoed off. He needed to feel her. She grew red hot on his lap. "Let me touch you," he demanded through pained kisses. He tried to loosen her grip. She shook her head. "I can't," escaped her in a huff. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them forward, their teeth scraped against each other as the embrace halted. "Why?" he pulled back flustered and red. She shifted beneath him and caught her breath. "I--," she tried to move but he caught her in an iron grip. "----Just can't." "No, you're fibbing," he accused. "Fibbing?" \Fibbing\ he mouthed. "Why don't you want me to touch you?" She paused and desperately tried to avoid his glacial eyes. "Its nn-not that" she stuttered. \Fuck\ her stutter was back. After 15 years of overcoming it, this godlike specimen of a man brought her issues to the surface in the span of a week. David looked at her with a worried expression. He had never seen her so discouraged, so lacking in confidence. A part of him felt bad as he was the cause of it. Bianca took a deep breath. "I think---" she looked up at him. Soft, loving steel eyes studied her. And at that instant she knew. Their pull was more intense now. Something had a chance to bloom. She mentally cursed herself, "I should go home." He grew two heads. "Now?" he wheezed. "Yes, now," she answered. Once delicately joyous eyes quickly hardened. She couldn't. No, she wouldn't. "Are you okay?" he asked, again. "Just not feeling well all of a sudden," she stared down at the plush carpet. He accepted the obvious lie. Pulling out his phone, he called for Marc to have the car ready. Grabbing her hand, his gentle exterior never faultered. He helped her into the Mercedes and held her tightly as they drove silently to her apartment. The only sound was of Frank Sinatra belting about some dame who broke his heart. Her sour mood seemed to fade but his eyes never left her. They pulled up in front of her residence. "Are you sure you're alright, darling?" he asked again. She looked over and managed a small smile then shook her head yes. His lips thinned and he ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair. "Stop lying, what's wrong?" She squinted. Before he had a chance to react, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Goodbye, David." She grabbed the Marc Jacob oversized travel bag her clothes held and leaped out of the car. David exited shortly after but before he had a chance to call her name, she was half way up the stairs to her apartment. Damn, she was fast. He sighed and climbed back in. Marc drove off. "Why do they run?" he absent-mindedly asked his old friend. Marc chuckled. "American girls. They're, how do you say, wild and uninhibited. Its the chase, my friend." David nodded with a smile, "If its a chase you want, Bee, its a chase you'll get," he smirked, pulling his IPad out and setting his next plan into motion. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* \That's the end of Chapter four. As you can tell the spark between Bee and David is really heating up, despite Bee's reluctance to let him in. Those of you who are patiently waiting for the sex scenes need not wait any longer. While the next chapter will tease you, when we finally approach the consummation of Bee and David, it'll be well worth it. 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Frank: The Woman On The Corner	56,963	4.55	182,920	[ "parked driveway", "killed husband", "call round", "woman frank", "standing porch", "frank woman", "thing common", "coming round", "bought house", "dress wearing" ]	(A 'Frank', elderly ladies man story) For four years almost every time I traves the side streets to gain entry to the main road there is a plump lady who waves to me. Her house is on the corner and she is either sitting on her porch, feeding the birds or hand watering her garden, from early in the morning to mid afternoon. Always the same smile and wave, if she was elderly I could accept this as being normal, but this lady is in her late thirties early forties and not the type of activity one expects at her age. Always the same print dress, and wearing thongs. I have never seen a car parked in her driveway or seen her actually speak to anyone. She was a pleasant looking lady, so there had to be some story attached and I suddenly made up my mind I was going to find out. So to-day I slowed down as I got to her house she waved and I stopped. I waved her over and she came to the passenger's window. "For years now I have been passing and you always wave, I think that is such a friendly gesture and I just wanted to tell you." "I only wish more of our neighbours would even wave back, but I notice people around here very much keep to themselves." "Yes, I agree with you there, I notice you never have any visitors, I never see any cars parked in your driveway, surely you have some friends?" "I have my birds and plants. If I have them I'm happy." "Maybe I can call round and see you some day, I hate to see people lonely." "Won't your wife mind, you are married aren't you?" "Sorry was, we separated on mutual terms just before you bought this house, I knew the old lady who had it before you. It was her that planted the soldiers, well that is what I call them, there used to be small trees in those beds with the soldier flowers a carpet at the base. I was sorry she passed away." "I too was married, I killed my last husband. I thought I'd better tell you, for you are sure to find out. I was in prison before I came here. My mother bought this house for me. She comes to see me at times but she comes by bus that is why you never see any cars outside. I suppose you want to call off the offer of coming round, now you know I am a killer, which is what the courts call me. I did eight long years for that bastard, I am glad he is dead," she said and was about to turn away. "Look Frank is my name and I still mean it. Want me to call round?" "Violet, nice to meet you Frank, you can call round any time. As you know I'm always at home," she said giving me a wave as I moved away. God she sounded a real hard woman, I wonder if she really was as hard as she made out. I noticed she had no make-up on and her skin looked really fresh and smooth. But God her dress sense held a lot to be expected. But a murderer, I wonder how many of the neighbours knew that. I wish I could have gotten her surname I would have checked her story out. All day at work she kept coming to mind and the fact she killed her husband, but she did give me a clue. She said she served eight years and she has been in the house for four. So all I have to do is look for a woman named Violet who killed her husband at least twelve years ago. That year there was only six and sure as hell there was Violet Martindale at the top. It wasn't as bad as I first imagined, she had killed her husband in self defence when he was attacking her after returning from the pub. This seemed to be a hobby of James Martindale, using his wife Violet as a punch bag. She said in her defence that he attacked her and she grabbed a knife and drove it through his heart after taunting her to do it. The prosecution put up a case that she had told a friend she was going to kill him and lay in wait until he came home, then she stabbed him. They admitted that it was a documented fact that the police had been called out many times over her husband James kicking shit out of her. Anyway she was given eight years without parole. I think I would have done the same if I was her. Some women have to put up with a lot with these types of men, who won't say boo to a man, but act tough with women. Now I know the recorded facts, I made up my mind I would call on her. At least show her someone cares and try and make her feel welcome. That evening after I had my meal, I drove round and parked in her driveway. At least I was going to be open about it, as I am sure someone in the street will have taken note who was visiting Violet, but then maybe like I had, they had no idea what her name was. After numerous bolts could be heard shooting she opened the door, but I could see two chains only allowing the door to be opened slightly. "Oh it's you Frank, so you decided to call anyway. Please wait," she said and the door closed again. Seconds later she held it open for me to enter. Her furnishings may have been spartan but they were clean and neat, everything sparkled. "Since I said I would call, I thought I would just as well start this evening, I hope I didn't catch you off guard or take you from something important," I said, knowing women like to watch soapies. "No I was just watching some rubbish on TV. It's not as nice as speaking with someone though. Can I get you a tea or coffee, sorry I have no alcoholic drinks," she said, now a fit flustered. "What ever you are having, white with one sugar," I replied. "Won't be a minute, please take a seat." She disappeared through the door, I heard cups and saucers coming together then her footsteps receding, then a door close. Two minutes later the door open and then, "Just coming." Then she came into the room carrying two cups which contained coffee. She had changed out of the dress she always seemed to wear and was dressed in a slim fitting light woollen dress, which really emphasised her bust and hips. "My I really like your dress, it changes you completely Violet, very nice indeed," I remarked. You would think I had granted her, her greatest wish, she just beamed and a real happy smile came onto her already smiling face, "Thank you, Frank for the complement." We started talking on many subjects I avoided any mention of her past. This talking was just establishing common ground. At least we had one thing in common, we both loved playing Cribbage. So out came the board and a pack of cards and we spent the next two hours playing. During the conversation she was surprised to learn that the woman she saw in my vehicle from time to time was my ex-wife. She couldn't understand that we were still friends and she often called to see if I was alright and we even went out together. "Why did you divorce her then?" Violet asked. "We were just not compatible, we are still very good friends though." "I just can't understand it, all the women who I have met hate their ex-husbands. Usually they beat them or womanised, but the one thing that was common throughout they were miss-treated." "Violet I have never hit a woman and I doubt I ever will. I see no reason why force is needed to make a point, and that is on both sides. A woman who throws a tantrum and throws things around, has lost it. The man and woman should keep calm, sit down and talk it over, just like my ex and I done. If they can't resolve the problem then walk away, no need for yelling and shouting that gets you anywhere, except a headache." "Heaven's abide, you are a real cool one, but I see your point." As I left I could see her hesitate about kissing me good-bye but I put out my hand and thanked her when she shook my hand. "Can you come round to-morrow afternoon, or do you work Saturdays?" "Yea Violet that would be nice." "My mum is coming round and I would like you to meet her. Also I would like to see you myself," she said still holding onto my hand. I just pulled her towards me and kissed her on the cheek. "I want to see you again too," I said and then left. I don't know why but I was expecting a murderer to appear different, but she wasn't any different from anyone else. In fact I found her quite nice. The only thing she had was a distorted outlook on male-female relationships. She thinks all women get hit by their male partners. She never said what time to call round, I didn't have her telephone number and I could see no Martindale listed, well not in this area. At four I called at her home and she let me in, this time dressed in a different dress, also she was wearing make-up. I got a smile and a quick peck on the cheek as we moved into her lounge area. Sitting on the edge of an easy chair with her hands interlocked was an older version of Violet. Her dress must have been long for it covered her shoes as she sat and came up to her neck the sleeves were three-quarter length. Around her neck were two gold chains, one with a large crucifix and the other with a tear-drop pearl suspended in a gold circle with shinny stones glistening. Her makeup was heavy and her lips were really well coated with lipstick. It was no amateurish affair but well done with her eyebrows plucked evenly and coloured in. Her hair with just a touch of grey was wavy and shoulder length. In fact a very nice looking woman, sitting all prim and proper like. "So you are Frank, Violet has been telling me about you. All good I may tell you too," she said with a very pleasant purring voice. "Frank my mother Hazel, as you can hear I told her that you came round last night to see me." "My Violet isn't a bad woman Frank, she just needs another chance. She wouldn't have got it where I live and she wanted to live on her own, so I bought her this home here with some money I won anyway. She has been through more in her life than she deserves. Now I have to leave to catch my bus, I don't like being out after dark." "Don't go just yet, I'll drive you home, if you will let me," I volunteered. "Will you, that would be wonderful, but I have to be back before The Bill comes on, I don't miss an episode." She told me where she lived and I worked out I could get her there in half an hour easy. So the three of us chatted and drank numerous cups of coffee until seven. "I would like to go now, it's been wonderful seeing someone making friends with Violet, thank you Frank," Hazel said as she stood up. "Frank, I would like you to stay and have supper with me. I'll prepare it whilst you take mum home," Violet asked. "See, she's getting clucky Frank," Hazel said smiling. I took Hazel home and made sure she was in her home safely and as I left she gave me a kiss full on the lips. "Be nice to her Frank, She needs a break." I gave her a kiss back and she put her arms around my neck and pressed her mouth hard against mine and I tasted her lipstick and smelt her perfume and got as hard as a rock. God she was an old woman and here was I necking her just inside her front door. Not only had that she asked me to be nice to her daughter, but kissing me with passion. "Hazel, I will be nice to Violet, I have no intention of doing anything else," I said as our cheeks were close. "Come and see me sometime, I like you too. No need Violet knowing anything about it," she said with her body pressed hard against me. I drove back to Violets really amazed at what had happened and wondering just how I was going to handle this. I truly liked Violet and would like our relationship to become deeper, but could I deceive her and call on her mother as well. I had never been in this situation before. It sounded great but when one really looked at it, it was like walking in a mine-field, one wrong word could ruin everything. When I got back to Violets she sensed there was something wrong and asked me, "Did my mother try it on with you?" I was shocked by the way she came straight out with it. "As a matter of fact she did and I was wondering how to handle it. I truly want our relationship to get deeper and this threw a spanner right into the works," I said looking at her. She just stood there and smiled, "At least you told me straight out. I know my mother Frank. If you hadn't mentioned anything or denied it, I'm sorry our friendship would be over. So thank you for being honest with me," she said coming over and just put her lips gently against mine and walked away back into the kitchen. I walked behind her, "What the hell am I to do Violet, God she is your mother?" I said. "I leave that to you Frank, I hardly know you, maybe you are turned on by older women," she said but I knew she was crying. I placed my hands on her shoulders and turned her around, "No way Violet, I told you didn't I, so don't go thinking weird things. I really like you, I told you that earlier." She threw her arms around my neck, "I'm a good bit older than you Frank but I feel you are just what I need. I don't seem to have mixed with normal people and I need someone to show me how I should live that way. Teach me Frank, just be my friend." "Just a friend Violet? Maybe a bit more than that, someday," I asked. "Yes, there could be possibilities but I'm not jumping into any relationship without really getting to know the man, never again." "Fair enough, so we will be friends then, I would like to take you out to-morrow night, want to go, maybe a drive, or a movie?" "Take me to a movie, a romantic one and hold my hand. You know I have never been to a movie and held a man's hand. Usually I'm fending off their groping, which spoils the whole movie." "I'll promise not to grope then during the movie, maybe afterwards," I added. "I'd be thinking you were queer if you didn't at least try," she came back. I left after the meal and headed straight for Hazel's house. She gave a big smile when she opened the door when she saw me standing there on her porch. "I hoped you would come round. I suppose you told her I had chatted you up." "Yea, she seemed to accept it as inevitable." "That's OK we arranged it to see if you would tell her, but for heavens sake, don't say you came back or we both will be in her bad books. Now where were we when you left? I think I had my arms like this, she said putting them around my neck. "Or was this about to happen," she took one arm away took my hand and placed it up tight against her panty clad mons under her dress. "Would that be about right Frank," she said. I played along with her, "Yes that could be about right, but woman, I thought you would have taken off your panties before now," I said. "I knew there was something I had to do," she said hitching up the sides of her dress and then pulling down her panties. Now I had my hand on her naked mons and a finger buried into her slit. "Yes that's right, not bad for an old girl am I Frank?" "You can say that again, though I've never been with an old woman before." "Frank we fuck the same as a young woman, now let's see what you have," she said now rubbing her hand up my hard cock. "Holy Christ what have you in your trousers Frank, surely this isn't all you, it can't be." "Sorry, Hazel it is all ten inches of it." "Heaven's don't be sorry son that's a blessing for me. You and Violet haven't, have you?" "No we haven't." "God when she finds out she will be some happy woman." "Hazel, I want my relationship with Violet to continue. I don't want you messing it up. I know you are concerned about her, but so am I. Say or do anything to upset that relationship and you and I are finished. This is one time you have to say nothing to Violet, you act just as my future mother-in-law would and be good friends." "I didn't realise you felt that way about her. I will say nothing, but you will visit me won't you?" "No longer coming home by bus I'll bring you home, then we take it from there. You can tape your program and watch it later for if I leave later I can stay here. If you come home early like to-night then I will go back to Violet." "Wow, every Saturday night will just do me real fine Frank. You can stay all night if you want." "I'll do that Hazel, but you won't be walking far on Sundays." "I'll get to church even if I have to crawl to give thanks for a big cock at long last." "Why at long last?" "I've always dreamed of meeting a man with a big cock, oh what a way to go" "I don't want to stand here and get a knee-trembler, let's go to your bed and do it right." "Couldn't have put it better myself. I'm getting a bit long in the tooth for hall-way antics. I nice bed and two naked bodies is the only way to go. Come on Frank don't hang about," she said grabbing my hand and into her bedroom where her long dress just seemed to fly over her head and land on the chair, the only thing she had on under that article was her bra which went in the same direction. I only had a glimpse as she got under the bedding but her breasts were definitely not saggy as I have seen in some photographs of old women. She took my cock easier than any woman I had been with. In fact my size was one of the reasons my marriage broke up. Terry said it was far too big for her and it gave her pain every time we fucked, so that stopped very early into our marriage. Now I had a woman who relishes my cock and hasn't stopped laying praise on how it feels. "Frank no way am I going to do anything which will stop me enjoying such a lovely cock." She was lying beneath me with her legs high and wide, she was holding onto the back of her knees raising her hips in order that I could get maximum penetration. It seemed impossible that a cock three inches wide would have ever gone into her cunt but glancing down I saw it completely in to the end. And what a feeling it was, so warm and moist as I moved in and out of that love passage. I couldn't help but take a breast in each hand and work the nipples with my thumbs. Hazel had her head thrown back and her mouth open as I plunged deep into her body, bringing sighs and grunts from her mouth. Then I spent my load into her and she lowered her head and opened her eyes. "Frank! Frank you have done wonders for me tonight; I was on cloud nine that was for sure. Oh this will make my Violet happy; I know it will, she is just like me so I know." Half an hour later she was sitting over my hips with my cock buried up inside of her, never have I had a woman who was so enthralled with my cock. It was like a God to her, the way she talked to it when I was flaccid and now it wasn't me she was talking to but my cock. I was just the bit attached to it. She went to early mass with her cunt filled with my spunk; it must have been really full for we had fucked four times. The last fuck had been ten minutes before she left the house to walk the one hundred yards to her chapel. I left for home at the same time and went straight to bed completely pole-axed. Sleep wasn't to be mine, at ten o'clock I was wakened by a loud banging on my door. When I got there Violet was standing on my porch. "I'm sorry for waking you, but I just had to see you," she said. "Can I just have a quick shower and I will be right with you, Can you make us a coffee, you will find everything in the kitchen." I quickly had a shave and a shower and returned still dressed in my dressing gown, now a lot fresher. I noticed that Violet was dressed in the dress she changed into the first night I called round. "I see you are wearing the dress I like, you really look gorgeous Violet." "I hope what I'm going to say won't make you feel bad about me. Take me to bed Frank. I want you too make love to me. Now, not later but now, I realise that I have loved you for a long time even though we never talked I kept a lookout for you and made sure I was outside as you passed." "Well Violet I'm ready for bed, you had better get out of those clothes, but make sure you don't damage that dress, for it's my favourite." Now I know all about the lady who lives on the corner.
10 Days in Hollywood: Day 06	24,077	4.56	1,580,364	[ "mf", "cons", "oral", "hollywood", "celebrity", "celebrities" ]	DISCLAIMER This story is a work of fiction and the characters are either completely fictional or are fictional versions of their real selves. The events depicted are made up and any similarity to real life events is purely coincidental. This story is meant as a work of erotic fiction only and is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18. If you would like to provide constructive feedback, please send an e-mail to my profile. \\\\\* I sat down next to Daisy. She looked incredibly beautiful clad in a flowery dress and leather jacket. She smiled at me as she put a hand on my thigh. "I shouldn't have done what I did last night. Running away like that wasn't cool." I nodded my head and was about to speak when Daisy put her finger to my lips. "No, I need to explain before I let you talk. I know you've seen how I've been with Ian, the relationship hasn't been the same since I became successful but I thought I could make it work. But since I've become close to Felicity and see how she lives her life and I've come to realise it's not worth it." "I hope you're not blaming Felicity for the break up." I interjected. "God no, she'd punch me in the vadge." I chuckled at her comment. "He's not that awesome so why bother when I could be free and have some fun." I looked up at her as she leaned in and placed a kiss on my lips. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I allowed her to sink into me. Placing a hand on her cheek, I massaged her tongue with my own as I felt her soft lips on me. I pulled back and looked into her eyes with a smile. "I'd love to fuck you right now.." Daisy said. "But..." "I've got to go to LAX, I'm flying to San Francisco for a Star Wars thing." "Wow, George Lucas is such a cock blocker." Daisy laughed and placed her hand on my chest. "I'll be back in a few days and, if you're not here, we do live in the same city." "Yeah but you live in the rough end." She hit me on the arm. Daisy plunged into me and kissed me on the lips again. Her hand stroking my chest. She pulled away and started to walk towards her car, which I hadn't noticed being parked in the drive. "You can keep this for the walk bank." Daisy spun around and whipped up her dress, her round arse clad in a black thong. Her skin was smooth and it had a lovely shape. "Much better quality than that shitty picture Felicity sent you!" Daisy gave a little giggle as she jumped into the car. She drove away and I was left alone by the front door. "Better to go to bed then." 10 days in Hollywood - Day 6 Starring Emma Stone, Elizabeth Olsen, Nathalie Emmanuel and Emilia Clarke Featuring Daisy Ridley, Sophie Turner. Maisie Williams, Natalie Dormer & Lena Headey MF, FF, Cons, Oral After Daisy left, I was able to get plenty of sleep without any worry of a mass of images running through my brain. I'd also forgotten to drink any water so woke up with a killer hangover. Luckily for me, my day was relaxed with plenty of pool side relaxing before heading to a Game of Thrones party with Emilio later on in the evening. After plenty of searching, I was able to locate the drugs and took some paracetamol to calm my headache. My phone started to ring on the sideboard so I grabbed it on the walk out to the pool before answering in the sunshine. "Hello?" "Hey Richard, it's Brett. How are you doing?" "Ah, I'm not too bad Brett. You okay? I'm not missing a meeting, am I?" I asked as I took a seat next to the pool. "Nope, not at all. I wanted to see if you're free this morning. Amy has given me some notes on the casting call tomorrow and wants me to run it through with you." I remembered that I'd agreed to attend the casting session for a part in the film I'd agreed to direct. The character was for the leads best friend but they'd also consider the actresses for the part of the love rival. "Well I've got a little hangover so if you're coming then bringing a Kitkat would be ideal." "Let me guess, you and Emilio went all boys on the town yesterday?" "Something like that, yeah." "No problem, I'll be with you in a few hours." I hung up the phone and looked over the pool, my hangover seemed to get to me a little though as I drifted off into a nap. I opened my eyes slightly as the sun peeked through. Not too sure how long I had been out but the LA sun was higher and much hotter than when my eyes closed. I felt in a daze as I got used to the daylight but I could feel my hangover had started to leave. There was the sound of running water but the pool directly in front of me was still and calm. I turned my head and could see someone underneath the outdoor shower. Their back was to me so I couldn't make out who it was but even in my haze I could tell they had a good body. I sat up on the lounger and rubbed my eyes, making everything much clearer. I looked towards the figure again and had a much better view. Her red hair was to the side as she was combing it with her fingers and her back was completely exposed. I looked down to see her wearing only a pair of bottoms that had a cut similar to a pair of French knickers. The girl was thin but she had a decent arse on her. "A good view right?" someone said from behind me. I looked around slightly startled to see Elizabeth Olsen sat behind me. The brunette actress was topless and had a small bikini bottom, the thin straps giving me the impression of a thong. "Both views are pretty marvellous." "Yeah but you don't get to touch this one I'm afraid." Elizabeth said as she ran her hand along her breasts. "Then why are you here?" I asked, not hiding the fact I was checking out her body. "Just to enjoy the show. Why don't you go join her?" Confident that she was a woman of her word, I stood up from the lounger and started to walk towards the mysterious figure. Elizabeth gave a forced cough and was pointing at my clothes as I turned to face her. "You might want to lose them." Taking her advice, I removed my shirt and threw it back towards her. Deciding they were coming off anyway, my shorts and underwear followed quickly and Elizabeth's face was a picture of shock when she saw my cock. I gave her a wink as I threw the rest of my clothes towards her. Without waiting for her reaction, I walked towards the figure under the shower. She still had her back to me so I stopped just short of her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She wanted to hide her identity for a moment as her hair covered the side of her face that my head went so I placed some soft kisses on neck. The girl let out a moan as I kissed along her neck and my cock nestled against her arse. My hands snaked up to her breasts and I started to play with her nipples. Small and very pink, they were perky enough for me to get a good hold of and her soft moans let me know they were sensitive. The girl spun around and leaned down to kiss my chest, working her way down my body. She'd done a good job of hiding her face and I felt her stick my cock into her mouth immediately after grabbing it. I was taken aback by how easily she took my cock into her mouth, covering my cock in plenty of saliva to make it sloppy. "That feels so good!" I moaned. The girl started to move her mouth up and down my cock quite quickly, a speedy blow job that I hadn't had for a while. She took me by surprise by taking my cock out of her mouth and started to rub it along her face. I closed my eyes as I felt her roll the head along her face, feeling really soft,while still stroking my cock. Her head dropped down and started to lick along my balls, her hands stroking my cock hard. She popped a ball into her mouth and started to suck in it, speeding up her stroking. "Oh fuck!" "She's good, right? Her freak side is only just starting to come out but she's a quick learner." I heard Elizabeth shout from behind me. I popped a look over my shoulder to see that she was rubbing her nipples as she watched us. She was a bit more tanned than the girl current sucking on my balls and she looked very enticing. She circled her finger for me to turn back around so I followed her command and looked down to see the girl below me return to my cock. Rather than sucking straight down on it, the girl stopped at the head and encased it in her mouth. I could feel her run her tongue along the head of my cock, paying attention to the sensitive area. Feeling the attention I was getting, I knew I wouldn't last long. I moved my hands to her head and moved it down to take more of my cock. She didn't resist and went back to downing my cock, starting to deepthroat it. I could hear her glug on my cock as it hit the back of her throat. She had one hand on my balls and could feel them start to tighten and knew I was about to cum. She took the cock out of her mouth and looked up as she lined the cock up with her face. My face was a picture of shock as I got my first look at Emma Stone's face as the first stream of cum shot onto her. She smiled as the cum started to cover her face, holding the cock firmly. "Fucking hell." I said as the cum shot a final stream onto her face. Without saying a word, Emma released my cock and walked over to where Elizabeth was lying down. Leaning in, the two actresses kissed each other on the lips. It was only a soft kiss but there seemed to be real emotion behind it. Elizabeth grabbed a hold of Emma's head and licked some of the cum off of her face. "Mmm, he tastes nice. Why don't you come join us?" she shouted. I looked over to both girls who smiled at me, clad in only their bikini bottoms. The two of them looked very enticing so I made my way over to them and sat down on the sun lounger next to the girls. By the time I reached them, Emma had removed Elizabeth's thong and was starting to kiss her way down, similar to what she did to me. "You see Richard, after we left the coffee shop, Emma got a text message from Jessica Chastain. I assume you know who she is considering she let you sodomise her." "I do." "Well the text made it very clear what she was going to do. What did she say about Emma?" "I believe she said intimidated sexually and frigid." A smile came across Elizabeth's face and she closed her eyes as a moan escaped her lips. "Does that look frigid?" I dropped my eyes down to see Emma kissing the inside of Elizabeth's thighs, teasing her slowly as she led up to going in harder. I licked my lips as i enjoyed the view of the two of them. "Since Jessica fucked Emma's boyfriend, she's tried to come out of her shell more. Luckily, she knows I can fuck like a train." "And was the deal you'll teach her as long as she learns to lick you out." "Sim... ilar. " Elizabeth tried to speak. I looked down again to see Emma had moved closer to Elizabeth's pussy and was starting to kiss around her clit. "I said I'd teach her but she has to do everything I say. Including a facial from her favourite British director." "So I have you to thank. Should I join her?" "No, you're not allowed to touch me today. You get to enjoy the view before I let her ride you." I nodded my head as Elizabeth closed her eyes to enjoy the pleasure as Emma's mouth moved onto her clit, giving it short licks. Elizabeth seemed to enjoy it as the moans started to come more often and her hands idly played with her breasts. My angle wasn't the best as I looked down at Emma, only getting to see her hair bob up and down. There was plenty of entertainment on top as Elizabeth squirmed in her place, moaning from the pleasure coming from Emma's mouth. Her fantastic breasts heaved up and down as her breathing quickened. "Oh God Emma, that's the spot." Elizabeth moaned. I moved down the lounger to get closer to Emma as she held her head in place. I moved her hair out if the way to see Emma holding her tongue on Elizabeth's clit, moving it only slightly. When my sight returned to Elizabeth, her hands were above her head playing with her hair. "Oh shit, do that more!" Emma was happy to oblige as she paid more attention to the clit, giving it very light strokes with her tongue. Noticing how close I was to her, Emma gave me a smile and a wink before closing her eyes. I returned up to the top of the sun lounger and looked over Elizabeth. "Play with your breasts more." "Mmm.." Elizabeth moaned as her hands returned to her large breasts. "How much would you love to get your tongue around those nipples?" "Is that an invite to?" "Nope!" she said as her giggle turned into a moan. "One day maybe..." Elizabeth squirmed more as Emma increased the pace of the licking on Elizabeth's clit. Her moans got louder and more frequent that it started to make my cock hard again. I started to stroke it as I watched Elizabeth completely give into the pleasure as her moans started to become screams. Looking down, I saw that Elizabeth had locked Emma's head between her thighs. Emma didn't have a lot of space to move but her head did occasionally nod as Elizabeth got closer to her orgasm. All of a sudden, Elizabeth dragged my arm over to her and pulled me in to kiss her lips. Forcing her tongue into mouth, she stroked my tongue ferociously as her orgasm started, moaning into my mouth. Wanting to flout her rule, I placed my hand on her left breast and gave it a squeeze, my thumb circling her nipple. Elizabeth stopped kissing me as she screamed through her orgasm, allowing me to sit back and just watch her bask in her pleasure. As she was released from the thighs, Emma kissed up Elizabeth's body before kissing her lips and laying into her body. "Was that good?" Emma asked. "Oh yeah, really good. You're getting so much better at it." "Thanks." Emma replied as she started to blush. "Do you still want to fuck him?" Emma nodded. "What position?" "I want to ride him." Emma said as she looked down to my cock. Elizabeth seemed to nod her head to give Emma permission, the dynamo of the two seemed really interesting. Emma got up off of Elizabeth and placed her hand on chest, pushing me onto my back. She quickly shimmied to get bikini bottoms off to reveal her wet pussy. I was surprised to find she was clean shaven, I kind of expected Emma to have pubic hair. At Elizabeth's encouragement, Emma leaned down to kiss me on the lips as she straddled my hips, her pussy teasing my erect penis but stopping me from entering her. She slid her tongue into my mouth and caressed softly as her hard nipples dug into my chest. "She can be really sensual at times." Elizabeth said as Emma started to kiss around to my neck. I could feel her tongue run along my earlobe as she rubbed her pussy along my cock, slowly teasing me. I tried to lean up but was pushed back down immediately. "Nuh uh." Emma said as she stared at me. She put her weight down on my shoulders and slowly slid my cock into her. "Ooohhh." Emma moaned at the initial penetration. Emma took a moment to get used to the feeling of the cock inside her before starting to rock her body. I could feel immediately how wet she was but could still find a lot of traction from her tightness. A pair of hands appeared from behind her and started to pinch her nipples. I could feel Elizabeth's legs rest against my own as she pressed her body against Emma's. "Mmm." Emma moaned louder as she enjoyed the double attack on her senses. Emma had waited some time for her own pleasure after servicing my cock and Elizabeth's pussy with her tongue and she certainly seemed to want to take her time to enjoy her pleasure. I looked up to see Elizabeth kissing Emma's neck as she moved along my cock, her eyes shut and a moan coming from her mouth. Emma's hands released my shoulders as her nipples were busy being pinched by Elizabeth. Moving my hands to the middle of my stomach, I started to rub her clit as it appeared out of its hood. "Oh my God, this feels so good." Feeling her clit being stimulated, Emma started to increase the pace of her movement, starting to buck her hips in shorter strokes. Elizabeth jumped across to the other lounger and watched me rub her clit. I felt her hand join mine and change the pattern of my rubbing. "Ohhh... ohhh... ohhh..." Emma moaned. The movement Elizabeth changed my hand to had an instant effect on Emma, her moans became louder and it felt like my dick had got further into her. The pace started to pick up as Emma was determined to reach her orgasm. "Cum inside her." Elizabeth whispered in my ear. I looked at her and she winked. "Cum inside her and I'll let you fuck me next time we see each other." Elizabeth moved off and shook her bare arse to me as she walked towards the shower. I looked up at Emma whose eyes were closed and her hands were playing with her nipples. "I want you to cum." I said to Emma. She didn't seem to pay any attention to my words as she continued to bounce hard on my cock. Her breasts were bouncing as she flicked her nipples with her index finger and I sped up my fingering of her clit. The tightness off her pussy pressed down on my cock and I felt myself getting closer. Emma looked at me in the eye as her orgasm seemingly got closer. "Ohhh.. I'm... ohhh... yes..." Emma's moan turned into a scream as her orgasm thundered around her body. She continued to bounce through and I hoped my orgasm would follow but the wetness of her cum made her pussy too wet. Ignoring how Emma was, I leaned up to kiss her breasts. She wrapped her legs around me, allowing me to spin her around and place her back against the lounger. I pushed my cock into her hard and her pussy felt tighter due to the change of position. Emma moaned as her eyes rolled towards the back of her head. "Oooh... fuck me... fuck me... cum in me..." I looked over her body as I fucked her pussy as quickly as I could. My thrusts were deep into her as I felt myself reach closer. My balls started to tighten and I shot my load into Emma's waiting pussy. Her moans had continued through and she laid back enjoying the ambient glow of the sex. As her legs released me, I moved back to the other sun lounger and closed my eyes as the sun beat down on us. Suddenly Elizabeth re-appeared fully dressed. "Did you do it?" I looked up at her and nodded my head. "Good boy, I looked forward to feasting on that cock. C'mon Stone, get that slutty ass dressed. I've got a set to get you to." I looked over as she pulled Emma up and handed her her clothes. Emma slowly put them on and followed Elizabeth out around the side. She gave a little wave before disappearing around the corner. I stayed where I was for a couple minutes to get myself together, enjoying the break from my activities. At least it had got rid of my hangover. After resting, I returned to being dressed and walked back into the house. I started to make coffee using the French press when there was a knock at the door. Opening it, Brett welcomed me with a hug and I allowed him in. "So I just saw Emma Stone leaving, she looked um... satisfied." he said with a cheesy grin. I didn't say a word but laughed as he dabbed me in the chest. "Don't worry, I won't tell Amy. Can't be dealing with her getting all cray cray." It surprised me that he seemed to know. "Well i don't see why she should." "Well usually when she's fucking a guy, she doesn't want him fucking other people without her knowledge. Massive hypocrite like that." "Well we can agree to both stay silent." I said as I passed him a coffee. "True dat." We clinked the mugs and walked outside to go through the notes. We spent a good few hours going over notes and letting me know where I needed to meet Amy for the casting call. "So which actresses did Amy have in mind?" "Well she originally wanted Alison Brie but she's busy with GLOW and Amy doesn't think she'd play second fiddle to Melissa." "I could understand that." I replied. "Zoey Deutsh and Miranda Cosgrove are coming into read for you. There's a few girls reading before you come in but Amy isn't particularly interested in them." "Anyone I would know?" He stumped his shoulders and shook his head. "Well I'll find out tomorrow I guess." Brett looked at his watch and saw that it was approaching four. "Okay my darling, I've got to go. Nice meal with the husband before getting a flight tomorrow. We'll catch up in London." We shook hands and he left the condo, leaving me the notes to read over in preparation for tomorrow. Checking my itinerary, I knew that I had an hour to get ready before Emilio was due to arrive for the party. I had no idea where the party was being held but I had a feeling that he would want to leave as soon as he got here. After I finished my shower, I saw that I'd received a picture message. Opening it up, I saw a picture of Gemma Arterton flipping me off while wearing a Charlton Athletic bikini top. I read the text... "Until Monday fuck-o" I quickly snapped a picture of me in a towel and sent it to her. "Leave me alone, I'm very vulnerable right now!" I tossed my phone onto the bed and got dressed into a dark maroon suit with a white shirt and matching tie. I reached the kitchen as just as Emilio arrived. "Holy crap you're ready on time. Miracles do happen, eh homes?" "I always sometimes maybe do. Let's go." We walked to the car and both got into the back. Emilio pointed out that we both deserved some drinks so he hired a driver for the night. We left the neighbourhood when my phone vibrated and I checked the reply from Gemma. "Damn, you've been working out! Don't worry about being vulnerable. I'll ensure you're comfucktable! ;)" I smiled to myself as I saw what she said. It was something to look forward to on Monday. I continued my conversation with Emilio and explained about the night before. He nodded his head and smiled, clearly aware of what happened in the bar. "You can't trust places like that! You never know, they might have had a secret camera filming you." "I'll ensure to keep an eye on TMZ." I said as the car pulled down a bright avenue. "Or pornhub. Maybe they'll tweet you." The car pulled to a stop and the driver opened the door for us. I looked around to see we'd arrived at Griffiths observatory, which was bedecked in Game of Thrones regalia. There was an Orchestra playing the shows theme tune at the side of the red carpet and a woman handed up a glass of champagne. "Please make your way inside for the mixer please." the waitress said to us. The two of us walked into the hall to see a large screen playing clips from earlier seasons. I thought we wouldn't know anyone when I felt someone jump onto my back and wrap their legs around me. "If I ask you to be my horse, will you take me to the bar?" a girl whispered in a thick London accent. "Depends how you treat me." "You're my animal, aren't you supposed to do what I say." "You're supposed to guide me there, that's how horses work." Nathalie leaned closer. "Just cos you've got a dick as big as a horse, doesn't mean you need a brain like one too." she said as hit my head lightly. "Bar. Now." I turned my head to look at Emilio who just looked at me shocked. "You want anything?" I asked. "Nah, I'm gonna circulate." I nodded my head and walked to the bar with Nathalie Emmanuel on my back. We reached her desired location and dropped her down onto the floor. "Good horsie!" Nathalie said as she rubbed my arm. "Maybe I'll ride you properly later." We waited at the bar to get our drinks. It was a free bar so didn't have to spend the money like the previous night. She took a moment to sip from her gin. "I can't believe they've dressed you in a fancy suit, brought you to a fancy party and you're still drinking ale." "You can take the boy out of London.. " "They should've left him there. Let's go see how your friend is doing." She nodded her head and I noticed that Emilio was surrounded by a group of the female stars. "You think he needs saving?" "Well you see the way Maisie is stroking his arm?" I noticed the young actress seemed to be standing very close to him. One arm was hooked around his and she was stroking it with her other arm. I leaned back a little and saw his hand was planted firmly on her arse. I then noticed a hand on his and it seemed to be giving it a pinch. I followed the arm up to see it was attached to Natalie Dormer. "He seems to have two of them competing." I said nodding towards the sight. Nathalie followed my eyeline and laughed a little before finishing her drink. "No competing at all. They'll share him. Come on, let me introduce you to Emilia." She hooked her mine into hers and we walked around to find her. After asking a few people, we found out she'd gone to a balcony to make a call. After we found her,we stood to the side while she finished her conversation and I got the opportunity to check her out. The brunette actress wore a dark blue dress that was almost black and dropped all the way to the floor. As she turned and waved at us, I saw the dress dropped down a lot at the front and it displayed a lot of cleavage. I remembered from the show that her breasts weren't the biggest but she had nice cute nipples and her breasts were quite pert. Emilia walked to us as she finished the call and gave Nathalie a big hug. "So this is the Richard Cole you keep telling me about." "Only good things I hope." I said as Emilia came to hug me and kiss on the cheek. "Mostly good yes, she's in awe of you quite a bit." "Yeah, only because he wrote me a great part. Once. Years ago. What I'm trying to say is you better put me in something new!" Nathalie piped up. "I'll send you my new script and you can pick a role." Nathalie smiled as her phone rang before excusing herself to take it. "Nathalie is a great girl. I'm so lucky to have made friends with her." "Yeah, she was only a teenager when we first met but she's really grown up. A shame she doesn't get to do more in 'Fast and Furious'." "She's just waiting for the right part. Maybe you'll give it to her." Emilia left a slight lilt on the words as she ran her hand along my chest. She bit down on her lips as her eyes drifted down. "Sorry Rich, there's a director downstairs who wants to speak to me. They want me to be Ricky's sister again." "You'd love that! You and Ricky work so well together." I said. "I know but I hope it's more American Gods than Hollyoaks. Emilia, you mind babysitting him until I come back?" "Sure. I'll get to dig a little deeper." Emilia said as she put her arm on my back. Nathalie smiled as she walked back to lift and I felt Emilia's hand drop into my arse as Nathalie disappeared out of sight. "She's told me everything, you know." Emilia said as she gave my arse a squeeze. "Everything?" "How she met you and Ricky on the Hollyoaks set and that you both looked after her. You were friends for what? Four years before you fucked her?" "Oh that everything." I said as I turned to look at her. "Yeah, said she had a wild time. That's why she keeps going back for a top up. How often?" "About once a year. We had the dating conversation but it wouldn't work out for us." "You let her down easy?" "She let me down actually. She'd just started on Thrones and decided to put her career first. Understandable and we've moved on." I said as I walked to the balcony. "From what she tells me, I can see why she regularly beds you." "What did she say?" "That you're a caring lover that can go rough when needed. Excellent tongue too, really knows how to get a girl squirming and screaming." "Is that what you want? For me to make you squirm and scream?" Emilia let out a laugh as she stood behind me, placing her arms on either side of me. "I'd love you to but Nathalie said you're hers tonight. Said I can't take you to my hotel and fuck you." I turned around to face her and saw Emilia lowering down to her knees. "She didn't say I couldn't suck you off though." Emilia's fingers went to my belt and undid the hook. I'd seen her be forceful on the show but this seemed completely different. There was a fire in her eyes as she undid the buttons on my trousers and pulled them down to my ankles. My boxers quickly followed and Emilia smiled as she caught sight of my cock. "Wow, she wasn't lying." I chuckled at Emilia's words as she reached up and took hold of my rod. Her hand started to slide up it rhythmically, her eyes keeping a close eye on the head. Her hand continues along the length as she started to lick her lips. "Why don't you slide your top open while you do that?" "Far too complicated a procedure I'm afraid." Emilia said before licking the side of my cock. "You won't be complaining though." Emilia licked along the other side of my cock as she lathered it up. I let out a little moan as I felt Emilia tease my cock. Looking down at the brunette, Emilia slipped my cock into her mouth while her eyes stayed on my face. She didn't break eye contact as she took more of my cock into her mouth. "Oh that feels so warm." I moaned as she started to move up my cock. The silence around us was just pierced by the slurping sound coming from Emilia's mouth. It moved along my length while her tongue swirled along my skin. "Oh Emilia, that feels good." I looked down to see her take more of my cock into her mouth, taking it in quickly but pulling out slowly with her eyes closed. The actress seemed to be enjoying the experience of giving the blow job. I placed my hand on her head as she continued sucking, one of her hands reaching up and massaging my balls. Emilia took my cock out of her mouth and gently rubbed her face along the head of the cock. I licked my lips as she smiled at me before her hand and mouth swapped places. I felt her hand stroke along my cock quite quickly as her tongue licked along my balls. She took one into her mouth and sucked on it. I could start to feel myself getting closer as she paid more attention to my balls. Emilia kept her eyes locked on me as she returned to the head of my cock, licking all over it. "I'm gonna cum soon." "Good, been awhile since I've swallowed a big load." Emilia said as she hit my cock onto her tongue. Taking it like a professional, Emilia sucked on my cock in whole, allowing the head to hit the back of her throat. Her glugging became louder as her hand swiftly massaged my cock in time with her mouth moving along it. I felt my balls start to tighten up as she licked the head of my cock as it was held in her mouth. I held onto the top of her head as the first load shot into her mouth. She continued to suck up and down as the cum sprayed into her mouth, Emilia seemingly swallowing it down as soon as it arrived. As the cum slowed to a stop, Emilia took my cock out of her mouth and licked her lips. "Well that was tasty." she said as she held her hand out. I grabbed hold of her hand and helped her up to her feet. Emilia grabbed my shirt and pulled me into a long kiss, her tongue licking my own as her hand drifted to my arse and gave it a squeeze. "I have to give it to Nathalie, she knows how to pick them!" "Are you sure i can't get you out of that dress? I'd love my own chance to go down on the mother of dragons?" Emilia laughed as she hit me in the chest. "I would love you to but I'm a woman of my word... mostly. Maybe in the future I can ride your face like Dany rides Drogon." "I'll hold you to that. We should get back to the party." Emilia nodded as we walked to the lift. "Yeah. Kit will be annoyed if I abandon another speech because I'm with a guy." She leaned over me to press the lift button,brushing her lips close to mine. "is this a regular occurrence?" "I'm a single woman Rich. If I want some, I'm gonna get some. And boy, have I had some?!" "You're full of surprises Clarke. Maybe I should hang out and find out more." "You could but you have a different cock hungry slut to service. Until later." Emilia winked at me before walking out of the lift. I chuckled to myself about my short experience with Emilia and set out to find Nathalie and Emilio. After a couple of minutes, I saw Nathalie was still in conversation with a few different men and decided to leave her to her works chats. I grabbed a drink from the bar and joined Emilio at his table, several of the Game of Thrones ladies still enjoying his company. "Ladies, this is my friend Richard. He's a director." "Really? What show do you work on?" Natalie Dormer asked. "Well I've not actually done any television. My history has mostly been in theatre but I made my first film last year." "Oh really, what's it called?" Maisie Williams asked. "Dandelion. It's a love story featuring Freya Mavor." "I've seen that, it's quite enjoyable. Have you got anything else planned?" Lena Headey asked. "Well I'm in talks with an actress about directing a story she's written but nothing is signed yet." "Can you tell us anything about it?" "Not much I'm afraid. It's another small story but a little bit more complicated than Dandelion." "I'll check it out." Lena said before she excused herself. There was going to be a speech by Emilia and Kit Harrington about some charity work they were doing and she wanted to listen to. "We're gonna head off too." Natalie said standing up. "Emilio promised to show us the views from upstairs." Maisie added. They dragged Emilio off leaving me with Sophie Turner. She smiled at me but it was clear that she was quite wasted and not able to hold a conversation. I left her to it and returned to the bar for a drink. As I drank down my beer, my phone rang and I saw that Daisy had sent me a picture message. I opened it up to see her standing in a bikini while wearing a stormtroopers helmet. "How is Rey's new look?" The message underneath said. I quickly replied that it would look better without a top. I didn't expect much but, quickly, I received a reply. The image was the same but the bikini top missing. Unfortunately her hands covered her breasts. "You'll see them soon enough." was the reply. I laughed to myself and quickly typed a reply calling her a tease. I enjoyed seeing her playful side come out. "Can you believe that guy?" I looked up to see Nathalie had joined me. "He said I could star in his franchise if I sucked his cock. I referred him to Emilia as she likes sucking dick." I laughed at her comment considering what had happened earlier in the evening. "I told him that I was only shagging one director tonight and he's not American." she asked as she stood in front of me. "Is there another director here?" I joked. "Very funny." Nathalie said as she stepped closer to me. "I have an early flight, do you want a lift back to yours?" "Sure." I said as I finished my beer. Nathalie took my hand and lead me out of the building. I quickly shot a text message to Emilio to let him know I was leaving but considering who he left with, I don't think he'd care much. We approached the car and the driver opened the back door of the limousine. Nathalie climbed in first and slinked her body into the leather seats as I joined her. "Are you sure you're not disappointed to have to leave early?" "Not at all," she replied. "I've got no intention of flying across the country with a hangover." She grabbed a tablet and handed it to me. "Type" Nathalie commanded. I looked down at the computer interface and saw it was connected to a sat nav. I typed in the address and handed it back to Nathalie. She moved herself to the front and handed it to the driver through the window. "Take your time." Nathalie advised. The beautiful black girl turned around to look directly at me. She reached up to press a button above her head and the divider started to go up, blocking his view of us. I smiled as I caught onto the idea that she had. "You first!" Nathalie said as she kneeled on the other side of the limo. I quickly removed my jacket and hung it up on the side of the door. I knew she had a thing for torsos so slowly undid my shirt, giving Nathalie a slight peek of what was on underneath. As the final button came undone, I turned my back to her and slid the shirt off my shoulders. I could hear her laugh behind me as I threw the shirt in her direction. I made short work of taking my shoes and socks off and allowed my belt to slide off. I placed in on the seat next to me as, due to past experiences, I knew it was likely to be used later on. The trousers came down and I gave my arse a little wiggle before taking them completely off. I turned around to face Nathalie and sat down on the seat. "You little tease!" she said as her eyes wandered around my body. I curled my index finger, beckoning her to me, and Nathalie dropped down to all fours before before crawling to me seductively. As she reached me, I kissed her lips and slid my tongue into her mouth. As she kissed back, I could tell she was just as eager and I could feel her hand rubbing my crotch through the underwear. "Now now, we don't want to go diving in!" I said as our kiss separated. "How do you want me?" she asked. "On your back. I haven't tasted you in so long." Nathalie giggled as her hands went down to the straps of her heels. I placed my hand on hers to drop her. "No, keep them on." I said. Nathalie smiled at me as her hand returned to her front. She dropped down onto her arse and scooched back so there was plenty of room in front of her. "Come and get me!" Immediately, I kneeled down and moved to her. Grabbing her left leg, I kissed her foot, remembering from past experiences how she liked it. A soft moans came from her lips as I moved past her ankle onto her calf. "God I've missed your lips." Nathalie said as she closed her eyes. I slowly kissed along her calf, lifting her leg up into the air. I reached her knee cap and placed a kiss on it before dropping her leg back down. I turned to her right leg and repeated the process, another moan escaped her lips. "God you're such a tease!" As I lowered myself down to my stomach, Nathalie spread her legs slightly to expose her bare pussy, no underwear in sight. I looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. "I came prepared." Nathalie said as she leaned back. Nathalie kept her eyes on me as I leaned into her right thigh and kissed along it, causing a shiver to go through her body. As I reached the top of her thigh, my tongue went along her skin getting closer to her pussy. Another moan came from her mouth as she bit her lip and a look of disappointment appeared on her face as I moved away down to her left thigh. "Ooohhh." she moaned as my lips worked up her body again. I stayed silent through the whole process as my lips moved closer to her pussy. As I reached the top of her thigh, Nathalie moved to lay down on the back. She moved her dress up slightly to allow me more access to her pussy. I spread her legs to see her moist lips waiting for me. I kissed around her lips to tease her and the moans started to get louder. "Ohhh... Yeah... tease me... tease me more..." Nathalie moaned. I looked up and could see her massaging her breasts through her bra, the straps of her black dress already moved to the side. Following her moans, I licked around more to get as close to her slit and clit as I could without actually touching them. Her moans started to get louder and I allowed my tongue to quickly brush against her clit before returning to the teasing. "Oh God! I'm so wet already." Nathalie said as one hand dropped down to play with my hair. "Eat me! Make me scream." Following her instruction, I dropped my tongue down and licked up along her slit. As my tongue reached the top, I could feel her clit move more out of its hood. I could hear a large sigh escape from Nathalie as she my tongue initially came into contact with her clit. "Oh, I've missed that." Feeling the encouragement, I paid more attention to her clit and gave it a strong tongue lashing. My tongue flicked the little button on its way up and down. Her body squirmed under me as she relaxed into it more, my nose continually coming into contact with her smooth dark skin. "Mmm yeah, lick me good. I've needed this all night." Nathalie moaned. Nathalie's body changed position slightly and I lowered my tongue to her clit. I knew she liked it when her arse was given attention, particularly with a tongue, but I had set my course to bring her to orgasm. My head bobbed up and down as my tongue darted between her clit and her pussy lips. "HOLY SHIT THAT'S GOOD!!" Nathalie's moans started to get louder and turned into screams as I continued to lick her clit. Deciding on a slight change of pace, I rubbed her clit with my thumb while my lips dropped back down to her thigh. I licked along the parts I knew were sensitive and watched as her body shook. At this point her eyes were closed, her hands rubbed her breasts that were barely encased in her bra, nipples starting to poke through. "You're liking that, aren't you?" I asked. "Oh yeah, only your tongue can make my pussy quiver so much!" she moaned. "Beg for it.." I said as I removed my thumb from her clit. "Please... please make me cum.." She said as she shuffled closer to my mouth. "I'm not... too sure... if you... deserve it." I said as I kissed more on her thigh. "I do. You know I'll fuck you good. You can fuck me any which way, cum where you want. Just make me scream." I lowered my lips down to her clit and run my tongue along it. Nathalie hadn't missed a beat and immediately went back to squirming. I managed to look up and saw her squeezing her right breast, now free from her bra. I absolutely loved her breasts and couldn't wait to get them in my mouth. "Oh yes, there, just there." My head bobbed in a steady motion as I licked her clit, her pussy getting wetter as she her orgasm approached. Her hand dropped down and held my head in place. I felt her button regress slightly as her orgasm started. "Yes... yes... I'm cumming!" Nathalie screamed. I felt her juices flow out and go into my mouth, allowing its sweetness to go down. I lapped at her to tease her more until she couldn't take anymore and pushed my head away. "Oh my God! That was so good. When we get back to London, I'm gonna let you fuck my arse and cum on my face." I knelt up and looked down at her. "Why not tonight?" I asked as I looked up from the bald wet pussy to her beautiful face. The door opened and the driver stood there looking at us. "Emilia ruined it for you." I looked at her surprised. "You know how precious I am, I'm not being the second girl tonight to get your cum." I laughed and nodded my head. "Until London?" "Until London." Nathalie said as she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and kissed her passionately before walking out of the limo. I noticed it had stopped outside of my condo. The car drove off and I picked up the pile of clothes from the floor. Walking into the house, I could hear moaning coming from the spare room. Walking into the living room. I saw Maisie Williams, clad in only a thong, asleep on the sofa. "Guess she couldn't hack it." I said to myself. I grabbed a blanket from the side and laid it over Maisie. She made some sort of noise before turning over and going back to sleep. "Well that was a fun day."
Hotel Paradise	30,124	4.69	102,937	[ "entire flight", "ordered scotch", "glass sip", "pool dove", "eyes moan", "touched part", "bottom tee", "time controlling", "bedtime stories" ]	The end of this weekend was also going to be the end of a long, long road trip. I don't often travel in my business, but this current project had been a little out of the ordinary and had required me to pitch the proposal, in person, to a number of board members around the country. I didn't mind the travel, and luckily the proposal itself was everything they had wanted and my trip really just a formality. Still, the formality seemed like it was taking a large chunk out of my life. This last flight, to Phoenix Arizona, had been delayed three times before it finally got off the ground in Chicago. The plane was packed it being the start of a weekend, and the poor gentleman beside me spent the entire flight trying to sooth his colic ridden infant who decided about 20 minutes after take-off to show everyone what it had had for lunch. I was lucky enough that most of it landed on the guy and the seat in front of us. So I didn't have to wear it... but trust me, the smell lingered for the entire flight. By the time I got to the hotel I was a bit cranky and tired of traveling, ready to rest. I phoned the board member as I got off the plane and was informed by his secretary that due to the delays in my flight, he presumed I was not coming and had gone to his vacation home for the weekend, He would be happy to meet me on Monday at my convenience. Great, well... now I had nothing more to do but relax at the hotel for the entire weekend All I could hope for was that the streak of bad luck had passed, that the hotel was comfortable, the shower was good and the place had a pool. If I could achieve that, I would be happy.... Little did I know just how happy I would be, or how far, far away my streak of bad luck really was. The hotel was pleasant enough. It had a spacious lobby, 3 restaurants, a couple of bars, one of which was by the pool, a workout room, and an attractive woman behind the counter. She smiled a great deal and assured me that she was there to serve me should I need anything. At the time I was tempted to tell her all the things I thought she could do for me, but why ruin a good start to a long stay. I dropped my stuff in the room, hung my clothes in the closet, took a short shower to freshen up grabbed a towel, and headed for the pool. I had about 2 good hours of sunshine left and I wasn't about to allow anything to interfere with that. The pool itself turned out to be one of those large amorphous shaped things with lounge chairs scattered around it each with a large, white, (or red, very, very red) body laying whale-like across it. Each that is except for one chair which I found around the corner and which seemed to be the only lounge chair that was unoccupied. I tossed my towel onto the chair, paced over to the pool and dove in. The water was cool and refreshing and even though I had just showered, the silky feel of water streaming over my skin as I swan the length of the pool underwater was just what I needed. I surfaced at the other end, grabbed a few breaths and made the return trip. Once on the other side, I rose out of the water, went back to my chair and grabbed my towel. In what had been an occupied but vacant lounge chair next to me lay a slender, tan, dark haired woman in a black bikini pink toenail polish and her nose deep into a book. Her legs were toned very attractive, and the first thing that caught my eye. She had the legs of a gymnast I noticed, then reasoned that she might be indeed as she appeared to be a bit small. Then I realized that not only was she petite, she was likely only about 20 years old. I turned away before I got any further ideas. At 43, and married, its not that I don't appreciate the feminine form at that age, its just that it has mostly turned into a "window shopping" experience for me. You can look but you had better not touch if you know what I mean. Even if the interest was there, and sometimes there was plenty of interest, the likelihood of a woman in that age bracket feeling the same way was slim to none. So, I shopped on occasion. Nothing wrong with that. As I was drying my head a waiter appeared at my side and asked if I something from the bar. I ordered a scotch, and was turning away when he said "and for your daughter?" I turned back and he was looking at the black bikini-clad gymnast. "I'll have a Pina Colada please" she said. Mr. waiter turned to me with a questioning look on his face, as if to say 'Sir, is your daughter old enough to have a drink?' I began to point out that she was NOT in fact my daughter, but before I could get three words out of my mouth I heard her say "Oh Daddy! Don't be such a spoil sport! Now I will be honest here and say that this lithe beautiful girl, smiling up at me and calling me daddy quite took me by surprise. I stammered, looked at the now smirking waiter, and said "whatever the lady wants. Put it on my room" and gave him the number and he walked away. "Thanks" she said. "But you don't have to pay. I have money and she reached for her bag next to the lounge. "Don't worry about it" I said, its an expense account. Really." "Are you sure? I really can pay".... She looked up at me from her lounge and for the first time I noticed that her shoulder length dark brown hair and smooth skinned tan framed a pair of crystal blue eyes and a smile of beautiful white teeth. "Trust me, its not a problem" I said as I dropped into the lounge next to her and finally laid back to rest. The drinks came a short while later, she smiled and said cheers, clinking her glass to mine and thanked me again for the drink. Whatever she was reading must have been very good because she kept her nose buried in her book and said little more the rest of the afternoon. While I would have liked to strike up a conversation, I found myself mostly waiting for her real father, or boyfriend to wander by and so had written her off. I spent the rest of the afternoon sipping my scotch, thinking about my week ahead and wondering what I was going to do for excitement for the next two days. As the afternoon sun faded, she rose from her chair set her book aside and too a final sip from her drink. Though young, she moved with an elegance and poise usually found in woman somewhat older. She pulled her hair back and gathered it on the back of her neck the way woman often do, ran her fingers around the elastic in her suit, and bent over to brush something off of her little pink toes. My eyes were mesmerized by her movement, and I couldn't keep them off of her. I could now see that she was likely 5'-5'most, and couldn't have weighed more than 105 pounds. I wouldn't have called her athletic, but there was little fat to be found on this slender body of hers. As she rose back up she noticed my stare and blushed. I didn't, couldn't say a word. I simply smiled. She blushed, turned her eyes away, then looked back and said "um....Hi" and smiled. "Sorry," I said and began to blush a bit myself, ...."I didn't mean to...." "Its okay" she interrupted, " I guess it's a compliment". Then she turned and walked to the pool, dove of the edge and the clear clean water enveloped her body. I wanted to wait around a bit for her to come back, but after a while I saw that she had started a conversation with some girls at the far end of the pool and after a few moments got out and joined a group of people closer to her age in laughter and conversation. Feeling like an old man again, I gathered up my things and headed back to my room for a well deserved nap before dinner. I woke at about 8, showered again, put on some jeans and a loose button down shirt and headed for the lobby. Only one restaurant was open at that hour for some reason, though it appeared that most people were just coming down to eat. I found a table close to the back, ordered another scotch and opened the magazine I had bought in the airport. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and assumed the waiter had come with my drink. I didn't bother to look up, and after a moment I heard a soft voice say "Um..... Hi.... Remember me?" I looked up to find my poolside "daughter" friend standing in front of me in a pair of white shorts and a dark blue cotton camisole. She had little else on that was certain. Certainly there was no bra underneath her camisole and it clung to her body like a second skin. I noticed now that her arms, neck and tummy were as tight and shapely as her legs had seemed earlier. Her shoulders were delicate, but made wider by her slender waist and flat tummy. "There don't seem to be any tables left, they said it would be about a 10 minute wait, but I thought, if you were alone, that perhaps I could share your table?" Her voice was soft and shy, and her sentences ended on an up-note the way many young people speak these days. She was intelligent, I could tell that much, and not afraid to take care of herself. But approaching a strange man in a restaurant had made her a little uncertain. All I knew was that I was quite happy to have her join me both for the company and well, lets be honest, any man would love to have this beautiful woman sitting across the table from him. It would however be difficult to keep my eyes off of her and I made a mental note not to get caught staring as I had at the pool. "Please, sit down. Of course you can join me." Always a gentleman, I stood as she took her seat. At that point the waiter DID come with my drink, and I ordered another Pina Colada for my new dinner guest. This brought a smile to her face. "You remembered." "well sure.... Suddenly having a beautiful daughter by the pool in a hotel in Phoenix is not something I am likely to forget very soon" I said. She blushed again as she slid into the booth. "I hope you didn't mind that. I really am old enough...." She looked up and met my eyes and I didn't turn away. "well.. okay almost old enough, but its not like I'm driving anywhere. I mean I am stuck in this hotel, so why not enjoy it? I agreed, and when her drink came we clinked glasses again and began what turned out to be a delightful and charming dinner. I learned that her name was Marinda, that she was in town interviewing for schools, and that yes, she was traveling alone. She was from some small town in Florida (thus the beautiful tan), had interviewed at three schools already and no, she was not really sure what she wanted to study yet though it was a close race between journalism and law. Her father had died in a military accident three months before she was born, and she and her mother had traveled from town to town for a bit before finally landing in the Florida panhandle. She seemed bright, independent, intelligent and capable. She turned out to be very well mannered, polite, and I learned, not really very shy at all. She had an easy way about her, sometimes coy, sometimes flirtatious. She had a wonderful giggle that was perhaps the last vestige of this girl turning into a woman. We talked about school and her grades, music, (a very different subject for each of us), travel and sports. In the end she tried to hook me up with her mother who she said had never re-married. I told her that I was already in fact married, no I had no children, yes I was happy in life, and what it was I was doing here in this hotel at this time. "Didn't you want kids?" she asked me. I related that we did, and may still actually, my wife is only 37 after all, but we just haven't gotten there yet it seemed. "Would you want sons or daughters?" This question came out of the blue, and I could see or thought I could see a sparkle in her eye when she asked it. "Well Marinda, I guess I have always wanted a son. Someone I could take camping and fishing and watch baseball games with." "You could do that with a daughter as well you know. We like all those things too. I wish I had had a father to teach me about camping baseball and dancing all of that stuff." We were quiet for a minute, letting that hang in the air. I felt a little awkward for some reason, and said well, I will be your daddy for the rest of the weekend if you like. Hell I have already started... why stop now?" This brought a smile to her face. "Yeah? Are ya gonna teach me about all of those things over the weekend?" she asked. "Well I don't know if we are going to be able to camp, but we can work on the others if you like." "You just like it when I call you daddy" she smiled. Again, I could swear there was a gleam in her eye. Certainly the smile on her face was innocent and unassuming, but its sounded like a fun game and so I of course decided to go along. "It's hard to admit, but yeah... there is a certain appeal to that." "I thought so." I saw a look in your eye when I mentioned it at the pool. I think you are just dying to have a daughter and you just don't know it." "Well perhaps you can show me the advantages of having a daughter....?" "I would love to. I am going to be the best daughter you ever had. Promise" she said and reached over and gave my hand a squeeze. "Ya think? Are you going to be a good girl?" "Of course!. I promise" she said and she pulled her hand back and looked away. For the life of me I couldn't tell if we were both flirting, or if it was all a figment of my very active imagination. I realized that my male mind was perhaps taking this all a little too far and that this young intelligent woman had simply joined me for dinner in a n attempt to meet new people and shorten her wait for food. Yet, looking at her, listening to her voice, seeing that glint in her eye, made my mind wander. I would have to be careful here. A girl of her age was not something to mess around with. The food was good and the conversation better. Despite the differences in our ages, we found much to talk about and before long she was telling me all about her boyfriends and asking my advice on how to handle them. I got bold at one point and said "So tell me.... Are you sleeping with him?" There was a pause that lasted longer than I felt comfortable with and for a moment I thought I had overstepped my bounds. In time she looked up and said "Yes" she faked a blush, then added "but only a couple of times. Its normal you know. I figured why not just get it out of the way." I smiled and let that hang there for a moment...... "so is he any good?" I asked a big smile on my face. She looked up and laughed out loud. "I don't know. He's my fisrt one..... He's okay I guess. I mean how am I supposed to know? Its not like I have a lot of experience." She paused then added "He's kinda fast. I mean god it doesn't take him long you know? Is it always like that?" I smiled, remembering my own sexual youth. "No. He's just young that's all. It feels real good for the guy at the very beginning, give him time to get used to it." Well I hope he doesn't take too long I only get to see him for another 2 months. Then we're off to school." "Perhaps the next guy then. It gets better trust me." "Either that or I'll just have to find an older guy" I was sipping my water at that moment and it was all I could do not to spit the whole thing across the table. I looked in her eye but saw no trace of innuendo there. She was just musing to herself. "As guys get older they tend to pay more attention to a woman's needs in bed I think. Take your time. In time you will find a man who will make you feel things you could never imagine baby girl." "I hope so anyway. So far it seems like it's been nothing but blowjobs and laying on my back. Well don't get me wrong, its not like I have done it all that often, but its just always the same thing you know? I mentioned it to him, but we always start the same way and before I know it he's done and sleeping." "Sounds familiar. I hate to admit it but I was probably like that at that age as well. Like I said. Give it time." The waiter came and cleared the table, and a small swing band had begun playing on a stage in the other end of the room. She grabbed my hand as said "so are you going to teach me how to dance now?" That smile both laughing with and taunting me at the same time. "Sure, anything for my only daughter" and with that I took her hand and led her to the dance floor. Swing music is really the only type of music I can even attempt to dance to. The steps are simple and I enjoy it most because it's a dance that allows the partners to be very close together. I showed her the basic steps and she learned quickly. Within minutes we were into more advanced moves of tossing her out and spinning her around. She was light on her feet and fluid in motion. She was trying very hard to learn what I was teaching, and the look of both concentration and pleasure on her face made her so much more adorable that I found it hard to remember that she was NOT my daughter, and that I hardly knew this woman. For a woman she certainly was. I couldn't remember the last time I had had this much fun on the dance floor. During one number, I spun her around, holding her hand over her head gathered her in and spun her out again, our arms fully extended. Naturally, the next move was to bring her back in, which I did, and she landed against me, her arm around my waist and her face inches from mine. Our eyes met and we held there for a moment, slowly swaying to the music. She smiled shyly, then buried her face against my shoulder and wrapped her small fingers around my thumb. After a moment I pulled her body closer to mine and we spent the rest of that song and the next one just holding on another close and listening to the music. When the song ended, she pulled away and started to lead me back to the table. "That was a blast. I guess I have missed a lot not having a father." She looked up into my eyes and paused for a second. "I am learning a great deal..... like what its like with a guy who DOES know how to handle himself. Its so comfortable, so much more fun" "You will find the man who will make you feel just like this sometime baby. You'll know when its right too. Just don't rush it, and enjoy what you find along the way as well. Okay?" She turned her head up to look at me and almost by reflex and before I knew what I was doing I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. It was just a peck really, but it felt like so much more, maybe the way our eyes never left each other. After a moment, I turned away and said perhaps we should settle the bill. "Oh" she said with a hint of disappointment in her voice. "it was just getting fun, can we have another drink though?" and she smiled that convincing smile that I suspect all daughters innately know how to do and added "Daddy....." She was certainly churning up a lot of fire inside of me with those eyes, I wondered if she knew that. "Why don't we close this bill, get a drink at the bar and take a walk around the grounds?" "That sounds like a great idea." And off we went. She said she had to use the ladies room, so I picked up a couple of glasses of merlot at the bar and met her outside the patio doors. She had brushed her hair and primped a bit, and in the soft glow of the ground lighting, she looked absolutely beautiful. She walked up to me and smiled as she took the glass from my hand. She took a sip then, her eyes never leaving mine, then we turned and started walking along the path. The hotel grounds were fairly extensive, and I learned that there was a golf course right adjacent to the lot. We took our glasses and headed in that direction. When w got to the first tee, she stopped, handed me her glass, grabbed my arm and leaned over to take her sandals off. "Is this okay? I love the feel of grass between my toes" "Baby girl... whatever you want is fine with me" I said and smiled. We turned and started walking across the grass and she never did let go of my arm. Something else that was just fine with me. We talked more about her studies and what classes she should take to cover both areas of interest. We talked about travel as well, and her mom and why she never re-married. We touched briefly on my wife, I told her I was happy and enjoying life, but admitted that there were times in life when we all falter or come close. She held my arm tighter at that point, "Well that only seems only natural. At least you love her. You DO love her don't you?" I admitted that I did and that I didn't know what I would do without my wife at times, which was true. She was my soul mate and I loved her dearly. It made it all the more confusing with this beautiful woman walking barefoot through the grass on my arm. We placed our empty wine glasses on the 6th tee, knowing that some grounds keeper would pick them up in the morning. We walked for a short distance after that then slowly, made our way back toward the hotel. " Thanks again for teaching me to dance, it was fun" she said with a smile and leaned her head against my bicep. "What else did you miss not having a father?" "Well, its hard to say." She thought for a moment "I suspect most of the big ones are gone by the wayside. The first date is always a big one." "I suspect I would've stood by the door with a shotgun when your first date arrived. Making sure he knew what he was in for if he went the wrong way with my daughter." She giggled... "I'm sorry I missed THAT" "Your prom and pictures, I suspect you had all of that, sending you off to camp, arguing about grades..." "Oh, I got all A's " then she looked at me and smiled ... "you would have been proud" " I already am....... I already am" And I was for some reason. This however earned me another squeeze on the arm. "What else?" "Well not much I guess..... bedtime stories, I never had anyone to tuck me in, playing basketball in the driveway......I would have kicked your butt though, I am good at basketball. Played girls varsity for 2 years at school". "I am sorry I missed that" I said, and I was. We got back to the hotel and I offered to walk her to her room, partly because I wanted to, and partly because she wouldn't seem to let go of my arm. We stood in the elevator in silence until she said "this has been one of the best nights I can remember. Thank you for that. I had a great time. Oh, and thank you too for dinner" "It was my pleasure. I thought this weekend was going to be a drawn out bore, but meeting you has made it very sweet indeed." We left the elevator on the 12th floor and I flowed her to her door. When she got there she pulled the key from her pocket and turned toward me. "Would it be weird if I asked for a hug?" I opened my arms and she fell into them as naturally as if she had been there all her life. Her hair smelled of honeysuckle, and the top of her head just grazed the bottom of my chin. Her body felt wonderful against mine and I found myself holding her closer and closer. I also found that I was beginning to be aroused. Holding her there triggered certain reactions that simply come naturally and I found myself wanting to pull away before she noticed my reaction against her tummy. I may have been too late. She kept her face level but looked up at me with doe-like eyes and said, "Am I took old to be tucked in daddy?" Her voice with those words were like sweet nectar in my ears. My reaction grew stronger then, and I could still barely feel her tummy pressing against me. I stammered for a second, not knowing what to do. I wanted so badly to tuck this young woman in between the sheets, but knew too that if I got in there I would have a hard time controlling my masculine self. She seemed to sense my hesitation, and placed her chin against my chest her face turned up toward me. "Pleeeeaaase?" she said and smiled up into my eyes. I never stood a chance. "Okay baby, if you want." She almost jumped for joy, went to put the key in the door then stopped, she smiled, backed away from the door and handed me the key. "This is what a lady is supposed to do.... Isn't it?" she said "Yes, a lady always allows the gentleman to open the door for her" and I did. I stepped back and let her lead. The room was strewn with clothing, she having changed after the maid had come through. "Sorry about the mess. You're not gonna yell at me are you? " She was playing this game to the hilt and seemed to be enjoying it. "No baby, you are on vacation, so you won't get a spanking this time." She smiled at that and gave me a coy look. "Sorry to deprive you of that pleasure... and walked into the bathroom. "I am going to put my jammies on. There is some wine in that little fridge., Can you pour me a glass please? I did just that, and sat down on one of the chairs to wait. I could hear her brushing her teeth and making all sorts of other noises that women usually make when getting ready to go out for the evening. Before long, she came out of the bathroom, hair freshly brushed, wearing nothing more (as far as I could tell) than a tee shirt that reached her mid thighs. "Is that all what you wear to bed?" I asked. "Yes" she said and threw her arms into the air and spun for me. The bottom of the tee shirt reached the bottom of her tight little butt, and I still saw no sign of any undergarment. "Actually I don't usually wear this, but since you're here, I thought it might do the trick." "And just what DO you usually wear?" I asked "I'll leave that to your imagination" With that she almost ran over and crawled into my lap, wrapping her slender beautiful arms around my neck and resting her head against my shoulder. "Since I missed all of it when I was growing up, I want you to tell me a bedtime story too... will you? Please?" There was little I could say. Here I was in a hotel room with a beautiful young girl sitting squarely on my lap, her hair leaning against my cheek, wearing nothing more than a piece of cotton to cover her breasts. My reaction had returned, and my cock started to get very hard. I could feel it pressing against her thigh. I was certain she could feel that as well. "What sort of story would you like to hear baby?" I asked in an effort to stall a bit while I thought of one. I didn't know any 'bedtime stories', especially one that would be appropriate for a woman her age. She sat up and took the wine glass from my hand and sipped it inches from my face. The sight of her lips caressing the edge of the glass, and her tongue peeking out as she drank made me delirious, I couldn't help but watch her every movement. She leaned over to place the glass on the table, her breasts brushing against me. My entire body was awake and alive to each and every movement of hers. I could feel every single place where our bodies were in contact, I had the feeling she could as well, and that she was enjoying it almost as much as I was. I was still hoping that she wouldn't notice, and that I could escape this siren and this situation with my fidelity intact. It was however too late, she HAD, already felt my hardness below her thigh "MMMMM" and she wiggled her butt a bit "it doesn't seem like you are in the mood to tell stories are you?" And she brought her face very close to mine. " Maybe we should just skip to the part where I find an older man to show me what it's really supposed to feel like." And she brought her lips just against mine brushing mine with hers as she whispered "would that be alright? Could we do that instead?" and she smiled and looked into my eyes for a moment "Daddy?" Her long tongue slid out from between her lips and traced the contour of mine. My eyes watched her parted lips, while hers eyes concentrated on what her tongue was doing. Then her eyes met mine and I could resist no more. My hand slid to the back of her head and I tilted my head and kissed her mouth. A soft moan escaped her and her body twisted toward me pressing itself against my chest. "Will you make love to me?" Then she turned and raised her leg over my head so that she was straddling me. When she had finished, she was sitting centered squarely on top of my erection, and she nuzzled in to my neck, her lips brushing against my throat, her eyes resting tightly against my neck below my ear. My hands adjusted, one behind her back, which I found had been slowly sliding up and down her spine the other rested on her thigh, "Mmmmm that feels nice" She said., I could feel her young firm breasts pressing against my chest, nothing separating us except her tee shirt and my button down. Her lips caressed my ear as she whispered "tuck me in........" I stood, holding her in my arms as I did, and carried her to the side of the bed. I set her on top of the bedspread crossways and leaned over with my hands planted on either side of her head and kissed her. Her tongue was honey sweet and her lips soft and wet as I suspected her sweet vagina to be. She kissed with the hunger, and urgency of a woman who hadn't eaten in days and was tasting for the first time the sweet juicy flesh of a peach. I stood again and looked down at her. Her legs were still slightly apart and straddled mine. As I looked down on this lovely soft, and wanting woman it was like a dream come true. I began to unbutton my shirt. She sensed that I was about to undress before her and lay her head back to watch. The look on her face was part anticipation and wonder and part apprehension about what was about to happen. In her though, there was no hesitation. She let her arms lay above her head and watched as I undressed. After the first few buttons I pulled my shirttails out of my pants and slid it over my head like a jersey, tossing it to the side my eyes never leaving hers. Then my hands slid down my chest and to my belt, which I slowly undid, slipping out of my loafers at the same time. It wasn't a striptease, but I saw her watching my movements and sensed her anticipation. I wanted to take my time, drawing out what was about to come. Her eyes held mine for a few moments, then, as I expected, moved down to watch my hands undo my pants and slide them off of my thighs. I stood in front of her wearing only my boxer-briefs, my erection making a large bulge right at the front. Her eyes locked onto it and I thought I heard a soft moan come from her lips. Her body shifted slightly and where her legs had been resting on either side of mine, they seemed to part just a bit at the sight in front of her. She bit her lower lip. I slid my thumbs under the waistband and pulling the front of my briefs out beyond the tip of my erection, slid them down past my knees and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them when they did. I stood there then, naked in front of her, my legs between her parted thighs. "You're a little bigger than I am used to" she said, her eyes glued to my erection. I looked down between her legs and saw what I had not seen before, a hint of a cotton thong just barely covering her, a small wet spot forming at the bottom of the VEE. I leaned over and slid my hands up under the bottom of her tee shirt grasping her waistband. "Lift your hips baby" I said and she did, her eyes and mine communicating things neither of us needed to say out loud. I slid the slender thong off her hips and she raised her ankles above her and brought them together so I could slip it off of them. Then her legs spread again and lay back on the bed. Between her thighs I saw a glistening pink open peach. She had shaved all but a small VEE of her pubic hair, making her look even younger, and so much more appealing in her youth. "Sit up for me baby girl" She brought her hands behind her and propped herself up on her elbows and then into a sitting position her chin inches from my cock. Her hands slid up the sides of my thighs and her right hand came around and wrapped its soft fingers around me. She looked up into my eyes. "Do you want me to give you a blowjob?" "Mmmmm your hand feels good around me baby girl" She took this as a signal and slowly began stroking me. A drop of pre-cum rose to the top and oozed from the slit. She leaned her head forward and I watched her small tongue slide out from between her lips and lick it expertly off of the end of me. "Is this what you want me to do?" she asked as she turned her eyes to meet mine. I smiled. I did, of course want those soft tender lips and tongue to caress my cock and to hold her head in my hands as she slid my shaft into her mouth. I wanted that very badly, but I remembered too what she had said earlier and said "no baby, not right now" and I reached down and slid my hands around her slender waist then ran them up her torso sliding her shirt up as I did. She raised her arms for me and my hands slid from her waist up her sides and all the way up to her finger tips loving every inch of her skin that they touched along the way. Her hair fell back on her shoulders as her shirt slid off and she sat there in front of me, warmly tanned, a hint of lines around her round and erect breasts, her nipples standing out and begging for my tongue to touch them. I pushed softly against her shoulders "lean back baby girl and get that beautiful body of yours onto the bed. I want to show you something" "Okay....... daddy" she added and smiled and did as she was told. I crawled onto the bed over her and propping myself on my hands and knees leaned down and kissed her lips again, my tongue moving over her upper lip pulling it gently away from her teeth, then making its way along her lower lip. I kissed her cheeks, then the tip of her nose, her eyebrows and her chin. My cock was brushing against her belly, her rib cage Her skin smelled heavenly and tasted warm and clean. I kissed her throat and ran my tongue over her collarbone on either side, licking and kissing every corner and inch of skin I could find. My hands reached out and pushed her arms up over her head laying her out full length and pushing her breasts up to me. My hand slid from her hip up her side to the bottom of her breast and I opened my fingers and let them slide over it. Her breasts were firm and silky warm. My thumb and finger closed around her nipple and I tugged on it slightly causing her to close her eyes and moan. I leaned down and began to lick her breast from the bottom to just below the nipple over and over again until her whole breast glistened with moisture. She ached to have her nipple in my mouth and her back arched up to steer it in that direction. I slid my hand up and squeezed her breast until the nipple pointed right at my lips and circled it with my tongue the sucked it in licking and sucking on it like a hungry newborn. Then I shifted over and did the same with the other side. I then sat up and ran my hands all over her torso starting at her hips and moving up. When they got beyond her breasts they closed together softly around her long slender neck, my thumbs pushing her chin into the air. Her eyes were closed now and she was enjoying the feel of my large hands running over her skin. They touched every part of her upper torso, her arms and fingers. I closed my fingers around her wrists and pulled them higher, effectively tying her up with my longer arms as I again ran my tongue over her exposed body. This woman was mine... spread out before me and open and willing to have me do as I wanted. I was enjoying every moment of this, and she, she was as well... I could tell. I stood up and walked over to the chair and got the glass of wine from the table. I slowly walked back to the bed sipping as I went and watching her. I knelt over her and held the glass toward her. She propped herself up on her elbows and I held the glass for her as she took a sip. She then lay back down and I set the glass on a side table. I again caressed all of her body with my open hands, stretching her arms above her and her body out completely. I kissed her often as I did so. Then I reached over and got the glass again. I took another sip, and instructed her to lie very still. I carefully placed the wine glass on her belly taking a moment to balance it just right. Her eyes kept shifting from it to mine and back, questioning. I just smiled. When it was balanced just right I left it there, rising and falling slowly with her every breath. "Now, baby..... you...... are not allowed to spill a drop of this wine....." A small whimper escaped her lips as she fixed her eyes again on the glass balanced on her tummy. "That's not fair!" she protested. Shhhhh have you never been tied up baby girl?" I smiled Lie back and try hard to be still... I began to kiss her skin again, around the wine at first, then her hips, up each side of her body, her breasts. I tried to focus first on spots I knew would not be ticklish so she could get used to it. Then I gradually moved to her sides where she might be, and to that shallow valley between her hip[ and her belly where most women writhe when a man's tongue skips across it. "Spread your lags for me baby" I said and she did so, slowly, carefully trying with all her concentration not to spill the wine. I kissed her feet and sucked on each one of her toes. I ran my tongue up her calves and slowly up the back of her knee. First one side then the other. As I kissed and licked my fingers lightly caressed any spots where my tongue had yet to be or which might be feeling neglected. The idea was to have many portions of her body being caressed at the same time. I ran my tongue up the inside of her right thigh, stopping short of her glistening pink flesh, but getting close enough to allow its wonderful fragrance to tease me. Then I moved to the other thigh. Back and forth each time getting closer and closer to the lovely thing I, and she by now so desperately wanted me to taste. When her thighs were wet with my saliva I ran my tongue along that wonderful tendon connecting every girl's thigh to her pubic mound. I licked each one lightly then kissed and sucked them making sure the movement of my lips and mouth caused that whole area to move and twitch. Her moans were more frequent now and she was trying hard to move her hips to me without spilling wine all over her exposed skin. I leaned farther down and let my tongue touch the very back and top of her thigh, right where her lovely ass started to form, then licked up along the side of her vagina to the tendon I had loved so well moments ago. My tongue was wide and wet and I made sure I licked her with long slow strokes, each one getting closer to the center but always teasing her but staying away. I breathed on her, blowing on her wetness, teasing her. This too elicited a soft sharp moan. "You are such a tease.... ooooohhhhhhh... I want to feel your lips on meeee.... Her feet were waving back and forth and her hands were clenched in fists. I paused now and then to look up her beautiful stretched out body and watch the wine glasss rise and fall in fits and spurts depending on where I had touched her and with what part of my mouth or hands. Finally I brought my tongue down to the bottom of her wet pussy VEE and lightly let it rest there. She moaned again and her hips began to move until she realized that movement would cover her in wonderful grape juices. After a brief pause I slowly brought my tongue up parting her lips and gathering her wetness on the tip of it. I stopped at the tip hit the base of her clit and held it there. "Mmmmmmmooooooohhhhhhh.... GOD!" I thought she was going to cum at that moment. I ran my tongue tip up and down her slit then pushing her lips to each side and delving a little deeper and deeper as I went. I then circled her clit with the tip of my tongue gingerly exploring it and caressing the top of her with the bottom of my lover's tool. I moved it back down and gave her a series of licks up her slit first on one side then the other,. Then I sucked her lips in between mine and rolled them around massaging them between my lips and tongue. Then with much more pressure I licked her slit from the bottom to the top and pressed the full flat of my tongue against her clit. "Oh my God!...... oh GOD that feels so good! Her hips started moving rubbing her clit against my mouth. "Don't spill baby.... " I smiled...... Then I sucked her swollen clit into my mouth and ran my tongue side to side and up and down over it's tip. At th same time I thrust my finger deeply into her. "Aaauuuugghhh!" She screamed and her head rolled back until all I could see was the bottom of her throat. I her clit between my lips and sucked on it as if it were a nipple all the while sliding my finger in and out of her warm wetness. I moved my head up and down a I held her clit between my lips and sucked on it. Aaahhh ahhhhh.... Ahhhhh.... Ohhhhh... yess.... Please... yes..........." Her body was moving freely now and the wine was teetering. I knew she would have a hard time controlling it so I put my hand close to the glass in case it started to go. I pressed my palms against her hips, then ran them around to her ass and lifted slightly to bring her soft pussy into a more vulnerable position. Her eyes shot open "the wine!......" "Don't spill it baby girl..... not a drop....." Ohhh,,,,, damnit!" and she sucked her tummy in a bit until it leveled out. I sucked and licked her clit and pussy lips faster and faster now, building a rhythm with my lips and hands. Her chin pointed straight into the air and her breasts rose and fell in fits as she tried to catch her breath. Her hands were massaging her breasts, squeezing her nipples and her screams were growing louder and longer. My pace got faster and faster until I felt she was on the brink then I pressed harder with my tongue and made fast hard circles around her clit and sucked in into my mouth again. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh,, AAAHHHHHHH!:"She screamed in a climax, her head tossed back her back arched, belly and breasts thrown into the air. The wine glass tipped over and poured red wine all over her belly, hips, pussy and me. I stopped then, holding her clit in my mouth and gently flicking it and caressing it with my tongue as her waves subsided..... Her hands covered her face and her body shivered with after shocks. "Oh my god.... Oh my god..... how... oh MY!..... Did you.....? oooooohhhhhh. Her breathing slowly subsided... "How did you.....? I mean ..... I... " "Shhhhh.... Quiet baby...." I said and moved my body up, licking the wine from her skin........ "you spilled....." "I'm sorry.... I tried to.... "Sssssshhhh..... my hands were caressing her body calming her... soothing her skin.... I crawled up and kissed her.. "lick your juices from my baby......" "Mmmmm.." and she did. Her tongue came out and she licked my lips and mouth hungrily like a cat..... Our eyes met and I smiled .... "Hi..." "Oh my... I though I was...... my whole body tingl.........." I interrupted her by moving my hips slightly forward and letting the tip of my cock brush against her pussy to regain her focus. She stopped talking and locked her eyes with mine she smiled, and her legs spread wider in anticipation. "Ohhh, yes.... Fuck me. I want you inside of me soooo baaaad....." but I had something else in mind. I wanted this woman sitting on top of me. I rolled on my back then and said "come here baby" She smiled and moaned, rolled onto her side and threw her leg over me so that she was straddling me again. My hands locked on her hips. She leaned down and kissed me passionately. "I have NEVER felt anything like that"..... I smiled.... Good baby... I am glad it felt good" "Oh it felt good alright....." I looked down and guided her hips so that her wet pussy was right over the end of my cock. Them I moved her hips back and forth so that my tip ran along her slit, just caressing it..... "I want YOU to fuck ME baby....." "Mmmmmm.... With pleasure..." and she placed her hands on my chest, looked down to guide herself and when she had everything aligned, looked into my eyes and slowly carefully slid her wet pussy down onto my cock. She locked her eyes with mine once again and watched me as she slowly slid my body into hers. She was smaller, and tight, and she took her time, slowly sliding me in, then out a little bit, then in farther again. I flexed my pubic muscles and twitched my cock inside of her as she did which caused her to close her eyes and moan. Slowly, gradually, I increased the pressure on my hands pushing her down onto me. "Mmmmmm... oooohhhh yeah...." Then in one short thrust I plunged my cock deeply into her burying it as far as it would go. She let out a mixture of a cry and moan at the same time and shut her eyes tight, her chin resting against her chest. She sat there, motionless onto top of me for a moment. Then a smile crept across her face and she raised her body up a little and slid back down. She did this over and over again farther and farther each time until she was pulling me all the way out until just the tip of my cock parted her wet pussy lips and then plunged me back inside of her. "Oh my God you feel soooo good inside of me... mmmmmm.... Yeeeaaahhhh" Mmmmmm... ohhh. Ohh.... Yeah... faster... faster...." I started thrusting my hips up in unison with her and her rhythm started to grow. With her I started to press harder and harder, guiding her tiny hips and body on me, my hips starting to move up and down plunging myself into her. Her pussy was soaking wet and as soft as I have ever felt. She was smaller as I had said and her tightness created a wonderful friction soft and slippery and hot. She began to go faster and to move her hips front to back now, biting her lower lip again, staring into my eyes.... In one swift move I rolled her over onto he back. This took her by surprise, but when she realized what I had done and was doing she smiled up at me. "Mmmmm.. yeah... fuck. Me" she said and I looked into her eyes "What did you call me earlier?" She though for a split second and s smile crept over her face "Fuck me daddy.... Please? Fuck your little girl....." and I did. I thrust my cock deeply into her and began a motion in and out that began to shake the bed. Within seconds her eyes were closed tight and her head started to lean back. She thrust her breasts into the air. I grabbed her hands and held them over her head again and thrust my cock into her as hard and as fast as I could. She began to moan loudly with whimpers coming with each thrust in. Her fingers gripped mine as tightly as they could and her moth opened in a silent scream I had never felt this good inside of a woman. Her pussy fitted me like a glove and she grew wetter and wetter with each moment. "Oh GOD!. Fuck me... yeah.... Uh.... Uh!.... uh!...UH Uh UH.....AAAHHHH!!! Her hands moved to my ass and started to pull me deeper into her then I had been before then, as she came closer to orgasm they slid up my back. I felt the pain of her finger nails dig into my skin as I grew closer and closer to my own amazing orgasm. She thrust her legs wide apart and her breasts up into the air and let out an amazing scream her eyes clenched tight, her pussy squeezing me as hard as it could. I couldn't hold out any longer and a river of cum, the culmination of all of the evening's sexual tensions gushed out of me and into her soaking wet pussy. She felt my climax and opened her eyes wide to watch me as I came into her body, my own moans filling the room. When she felt me cum she moaned with pleasure and opened herself up to let me in. When it was all done I collapsed onto her body, our faces next to each other, both gasping for breath. "Baby, you have the softest, tightest, smoothest pussy I have ever felt. You are incredible." "Mmmmmmm..... You were right...... I DID find what I was looking for..... thank you " and she smiled....... I rolled on my back and we held each other for a long time, my hands caressing her body, her lips kissing my chest and chin. Soon she drifted off to sleep and I too did the same. I don't remember when I had ever felt that good. I woke at about 5 AM and she was still lying in my arms, a small amount of liquid dripping from her lips onto my chest, fast asleep. My hands began to explore her skin, reminding me how wonderful her body felt in them. After a few moments she moaned softly and opened her eyes. I kissed her then and we smiled at each other... "Good morning baby" I said. "Good morning daddy" she whispered. And her hands started caressing my body until they found my cock. "Mmmmm...." Her fingers wrapped around it, squeezing it softly, then running one finger then another up and down the shaft. Needless to say this felt utterly wonderful and soon I was fully erect again. "Hello there" she smiled at my cock....... "Baby.......?? "Yeah?" she responded in a soft morning whisper. Never taking her eyes off her own fingers as they traced circles around the head of my cock. " I want to feel your wet lips on me sweetheart". Would that be okay?" "Mmmmm..." she smiled "it's okay with me...." And she slowly slid down until her head was resting on my hip. I could feel her hands caressing me and her soft kisses up and down me. Then I felt the wetness of her tongue trace my head and then lick me from top to bottom. I looked down and saw the top of her head moving slowly in conjunction with what my cock felt. "Baby.... You need to let me watch you do that....." She raised her head and looked at me... "oh... " she smiled "you like that huh? You want to watch me suck your cock do you? Does that turn you on?" "Very much baby girl.... Very much" "Mmmm Okay then" and she crawled between my legs and swept her hair to one side of her head. Then she started to kiss and lock me her eyes meeting mine once in a while to see the pleasure she could bring. Soon, a soft moan of satisfaction came from deep in her throat and she opened her mouth and slid my cock all the way in to the back of her throat. She closed her lips around me and began to massage my shaft with her tongue. Then she withdrew her head sucking me all the way up. She pulled her head away and smiled at me. "I like this part. I want you to cum in my mouth the way you came in my pussy last night.... " she said and proceeded to suck on me again. Her mouth felt like silk against my skin and I knew that her boyfriend had a pretty good thing going. She really knew what she was doing, and took her time. She took me between two fingers of her right hand and thumb and slid them up and down with her strokes applying slight pressure a she did so. It was more than I could stand and soon my hands were in her hair caressing her scalp as I moaned words of encouragement and pleasure to her. She seemed to enjoy that and the more she felt my hands the better it felt. I began to guide her head a little and she moaned in pleasure, increasing her pace and sucking me harder, then slowing and drawing it out longer. "Oh yes baby... that feels soooo good." "yeah... like that..." "Mmmmm..." She circled my cock with two fingers right below her lips and quickened her pace, her other hand reaching down and caressing my balls with her fingers. I closed my eyes and focused on the wonderful feeling this woman's mouth was giving me. I loved the way her mouth felt on me, the way her head felt in my hands and the way her moans of pleasure matched the sounds of her mouth sucking on my cock. Soon it was more than I could take and I felt myself getting closer and closer to an explosion. "Yes baby... yeah.... Now... I'm gonna cum now baby.... Ohh GOD that feels good!" I screamed and arched my back and a flow of cum shot out of me and onto her waiting tongue. As soon as she felt me cumming she moaned with pleasure and started long slow sucking stroke on my cock milking every pulse of juices from me. Just when I became most tender she knew, when to stop, and started to softly kiss and lick my shaft with her lips. "Mmmmm.. you taste goooood" she said to me her head resting on my stomach. "Daddy?.... she said... and turned her eyes to look into mine. "Yes baby" I said running my fingers through her hair. "If you promise to fuck me again like you did last night, I will suck your cock any time you want..." and she smiled up at me. This was going to be a long, wonderful weekend, and I didn't think we were ever going to leave this room. I reached for the phone to order food.
Matty Meets Kimmy Ch. 06	25,001	4.72	608,855	[ "romantic", "vacation", "bikini", "tease and denial", "anal sex", "boyfriend girlfriend", "picnic", "nature outdoors", "bikini", "light bondage" ]	"Hey cutie pie, what have you been up to?" Kim blushed as she walked across the room. I knew that even though she'd never admit it, deep down, she loved it when I called her pet names like that. I was sat on her bed, with my back against the headboard, laptop on my lap. "Oh nothing, just going through some mail," she replied. "Any love letters?" I teased. Kim smiled as she crawled onto the bed. I crouched my legs and raised the laptop allowing Kim to creep onto me. She rested her body on mine and I set the laptop down, placing it on her back. She looked up at me and smiled, "No. . .no love letters, but we did get a postcard from Summer and Adam." We were one week into our summer vacation. Kim and I had barely left her apartment in the past five or six days. "That's nice," I replied. "So did you find anything good?" Kimberly asked. "Have a look." I raised the laptop and Kim rolled over onto her back. She scooted up a bit and lay down against my chest. I lowered the laptop, resting it on her stomach. "I found a couple good cruises we could take, doesn't seem to be that expensive," I informed as Kim perused the trips I found. "These look like a lot of fun," she replied. Kim continued to look through the web pages, "What's this?" she asked, pausing on one particular page. "Ohh...that's something Adam suggested. It's a lake house, about a day and a half's drive from here. If we wanted something more private, as opposed to being on a ship with a thousand people." "Wow, this looks really nice, look how beautiful the place is," Kim gushed. "Do you want to do this instead of the cruise?" I whispered, nuzzling my nose softly against Kim's ear. "Yeah, I really do." "Okay, I'll call them up and book us for a couple days." Kim continued to navigate the lake house's website. I rested my chin on her shoulder, enjoying the feel of her warm body atop mine. XXXX I sprinted up the stairs and into the apartment, "Okay babe, the car's packed, you set to go?" I announced, slightly out of breath. "Uh huh, just getting us some snacks for the road." I waited on Kim a couple minutes then we made our way downstairs. Kim and I hopped in and I drove off. A couple hours into the drive, Kim leaned forward and switched the playlist on the ipod. I glanced over at her as she leaned back against the seat. Kim's window was down and her hair whisked around her face. The slightly oversized aviator sunglasses she wore reflected the sunlight and hid her eyes from me. I watched as she reclined her seat just slightly, then kicked off her flip flops and lifted her legs up, resting her feet up on the dashboard. I stared as long as I could at her long slender legs, toned and slightly tanned; they looked amazing. Kim noticed me staring and looked up at me, "What?" she asked. I smiled and directed my eyes back to the road, "I didn't know the drive would be so distracting," I replied. I heard Kim chuckle and felt her rub my lap. We had been driving all day, stopping only a handful of times for lunch and restroom breaks. It was around nine pm when we got back on the road after having dinner, "Do you want to start looking for a place to stay the night? It's getting pretty late." "Okay, why don't you see what you can find online," I replied. Just as Kim got out her cell phone, hard drops of water began to hit the windshield. By the time we pulled into the motel parking lot there was a heavy downpour of rain. I pulled up infront of the motel office, "Wait here a second, I'll go get us checked in," I stated before rushing out into the rain. When I got back I was completely soaked. I drove over to the room and let Kim out so she wouldn't get wet. After parking the car, I ran through the rain again over to the room. I stepped into the modestly sized room dripping wet. "Come on, out of those wet clothes and into the shower," Kim announced as she tugged my drenched white t-shirt over my head. I stood still and watched as Kim unbuckled my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles. My navy blue boxer briefs were plastered to my skin, a faint outline of my limp penis barely visible. Kim spun me round and gently swatted me on my ass, "Off you go baby, I'll get you some dry clothes." I made my way over to the bathroom and stripped out of my boxers and hopped in the shower. After my shower, I re-entered the room, a white towel wrapped around my waist. Kim was laid across the edge of the bed, "Shower's free babe," I informed as I whipped the towel off my waist. I strode over to Kim and slid on the boxers and t-shirt she laid out for me. Kim scurried off the bathroom, clutching her change of clothes. I crawled into bed and under the covers; it felt amazing to finally lie down after and exhausting day of driving. Kim joined me about ten minutes later; she crawled under the sheets and over to my side. She laid her face down right beside mine and we stared into each other's eyes. I inched over to Kim and gave her a quick peck on the lips. She smiled at me, "What was that for?" she whispered. "Just because," I replied. "I love you," I added. Kim snuggled up into my arms and we fell asleep. The next morning I was up first. I sneaked out of bed, and after using the bathroom, ran across the street to a starbucks. When I returned twenty minutes later, Kim was just exiting the bathroom. She was still dressed in the t-shirt and black panties she had slept in. "Bagels and coffee for breakfast," I announced as I set the bag of bagels down on the table. I walked over to Kim with the cardboard tray holding two coffees. "Mhmmm, I missed you this morning, I was feeling a bit frisky," Kim whispered. "Is that so?" I mused. "Yeah, but the prospect of coffee might be too tempting," she teased. I held out the tray with the coffee cups and watched as Kim reached out her hand to grab a cup. Before she could grab a cup I pulled back my hand, and held the tray behind my back. I stepped up to Kim and pressed my hips against her, "You have to pay the toll first," I whispered. Kim giggled and wrapped her hand around my waist, trying to get to the coffee. I kept the tray out of reach and began grinding the curve of my erection against Kim's abdomen. I leaned in and began nibbling on Kim's ear. "Okay, this is more tempting than the coffee," Kim whispered. I chuckled and set the coffee down on the table. I returned to Kim and picked her up by her hips and lightly tossed her onto the bed. Kim and I smiled at each other while she removed her t-shirt and I my shorts and boxers. I giddily crawled onto Kim, lowering my face to her breasts, kissing her firm mounds. "You are so sexy baby," I whispered between kisses, "You should be kissed every day." I worked my way up to Kim's lips and slid my tongue into her waiting mouth. I could feel Kim's dainty hands on my cock, gently stroking my manhood. I reached down and tugged on her cotton underwear, pulling it to the side. Kim pressed my cock against her vagina and I slid in. She was so warm and inviting, it felt amazing. As we pressed our hips together, I pulled my face from Kim, watching her expression as I eased out of her then glided back in. We both stared lovingly at each other as I pumped my cock into her slick wetness. I cleared the hair from Kim's face then leaned in and kissed the side of her neck. She had begun raising her hips to meet my thrusts and I felt her hands on my back, pulling me hard into her. "Mhmmm baby, you feel so fucking nice," Kim moaned. This only urged me on to press into Kim harder and faster. We were kissing once more. Every few seconds Kim would yelp gently into my mouth, high pitched and very brief. "Ahhh fuck baby, I right there," I growled. Kim held onto the back of my neck, holding my face against hers, "Cum with me baby, uhhh uhhhh mhmmm, I'm so close," she cooed. I only managed a couple more thrusts but thankfully, Kim groaned in delight almost the same time as I did. We both held on to each other tightly as our bodies clenched up and surged with pure euphoria. My softened penis slipped from Kim's vagina, and I leaned in and kissed her on her lips. We both panted hot breath into each other's mouths. "Wait right here," I whispered. I grabbed my boxers and went to the bathroom. I wiped my cock which was coated in sticky juices and then slipped on my underwear. Grabbing a tissue, I headed back out to Kim. I caringly pressed the white square against Kim's vagina, soaking up the cum that oozed from her. I wiped Kim's lips up and down to my satisfaction then returned to the bathroom, flushed the tissue and washed my hands. Back in the room, I grabbed a bagel out of the bag and picked up a cup of coffee. I lay down beside Kim and took a bite of the bagel then fed her a bite. I handed her the coffee and bagel then retrieved the other bagel and coffee for me. "Mmmm. . .sex and breakfast, what a great start to the day," Kim mused. We laid there beside each other sipping on our coffee. We finally got around to getting dressed and hit the road once again. Kim played with my hand which rested on the gear stick as we cruised through the wooded winding roads, music blasting through the speakers. XXXX "This looks like an okay place." I looked over to the diner that Kim was pointing to. We were just about a half an hour away from the lake house but decided to stop for lunch before we checked in. I pulled into the parking lot and Kim and I stepped out of the car and stretched our legs. We placed our order and took a seat. Kim and I were admiring the beautiful scenery outside of the secluded diner when my cell phone began to ring. I picked it up and saw that it was Adam. "Hey man what's going on?" "Hey Matt, is Kim there with you?" "Yeah she's right here, we just stopped off for some lunch before the lake house," I explained. "Great! Can you put me on speaker phone? I'm here with Summer." "Okay. . ." I hit the speaker phone button on my phone's screen and set the phone down on the table. "Okay man, you're on speaker," I informed. "Hey guys! How's the trip so far?" Summer asked; her voice excited and bubbly. "Hey Sum!! So far so good, the drive up was really beautiful," Kim replied, "What's up with you guys?" "Well Kim . . .seeing that you asked, we actually have some big news," Summer began. Kim and I looked up to each other but remained silent. Summer's voice turned slightly more serious as she spoke, "Last night Adam took me out and at the end of the night he proposed, and I accepted." Kim and I stared at each other with stunned faces, "Oh my god you guys! Congratulations!!" Kim yelled. "Wow, congrats! That's awesome," I added. "Thanks, that's part of the reason Adam came home with me this summer, he wanted to talk to my dad before he asked me." "Aww, that's so sweet," Kim gushed. "Yeah, well we're not planning on getting married till next year after graduation, so we know it's kind of early to be asking, but Matty, I'd like you to be my best man," Adam stated. "And Kimmy, I want you to be my maid of honor. You guys are our best friends and you're the first we're sharing the news with, and we'd love it for you to be part of this," Summer added. "Wow Sum, we'd love to, it'd be an honor," Kim replied looking up to me. "Yeah guys! We'd love to," I added. "Thanks man, and thanks Kim," Adam replied. "Well we'll let you guys go enjoy your weekend, we have a couple phone calls to make," Summer stated. "Okay Sum, byebye, love you guys," Kim replied. I hung up the phone and Kim and I stared at each other. We couldn't stop smiling; Adam and Summer's adrenaline rush had somehow transferred itself to Kim and I. "Oh my god, I can't believe it, this is so exciting," Kim beamed, "Did you know he was gonna ask her?" "Well he's talked to me about it in the past. It's something he's been thinking about for a while, more so as were about to enter our last year of college. But I didn't know he was asking her this summer," I explained. Our food arrived a couple minutes later. Kim and I dined, discussing Adam and Summer's exciting news. After lunch we piled back into the car and took the short drive to the resort office. I picked up the keys and drove another ten minutes till I spotted the pebbled side road that took us to the lake house. XXXX "Wow Matt, this place is gorgeous," Kim exalted as we entered the picturesque lakehouse. I set the bags down in the corner of the living room then joined Kim in exploring the house. "Look at the view," Kim directed as we stood in the master bedroom staring out through the glass paneled wall out over the sight of the giant serene lake. "Come on let's go for a swim," Kim giddily squeaked. We rifled through our bags for our bathing suits. I stripped and slipped on my dark green swim trunks. "I'm gonna find some towels babe, meet you in the living room," I told Kim as she continued searching through her bag for her swimsuit. "Okay sweetie, be out in a minute." I wandered out into the hallway outside the master bedroom and opened up a hallway closet. I pulled out two light blue fluffy towels and walked out to the living room. I did a quick walkthrough of the kitchen and guest bedroom then made my way back to the living room. Kim came strolling out a few seconds later. The sight of her was stunning, she wore a sky blue bikini, the bottoms fitting snugly against her body. Her cups of her bikini top just hung on her petite breasts, the strings untied hanging down her taut stomach. "Do you mind?" Kim softly asked, as she held her hair up in a ponytail and turned around. I reached infront of Kim and took the strings of her bikini top in my fingers. I positioned her bikini properly over her breasts and pulled the strings to the back, tying a knot against her back. "Okay, all set," I informed. Kim and I walked outside and down to the path that led out to the lake. The air was cool and crisp; our lakehouse was just one of two in the secluded area. Kim and I noted the white SUV parked at the other house as we walked past and onto the jetty. Standing at the end of the jetty, Kim and I slipped off our flip flops and set down our towels. I placed the keys and my cellphone on my towel and stood back up at Kim's side. "So are we jumping in or do you want to use the ladder?" I asked. We stared down at the clear still water infront of us, "I dunno, it looks freezing babe," Kim replied. "Only one way to find out," I stated before leaping forward. I splashed down into the lake, submerging myself into the chilly water. I sprung up and looked over to Kim. I bobbed up and down in the water, trying to get acclimatized. "Come on, it great!" I urged. I watched as Kim followed my lead and leapt in. I laughed with her as she sunk under water and then shot back up, "Cold cold cold cold!!" she yelled as she swam over to me, hugging my body tightly. I wrapped my arms around Kim and held her close to me, "It's not that bad baby," I chuckled. We held onto each other for a couple seconds then Kim finally let go. "Mmm, it does feel great huh," Kim agreed as she and I swam about. We remained close to the jetty, lightly playing around with each other. Kim and I were treading water opposite each other when I noticed a figure on the jetty. "I think you have an admirer," I whispered to Kim. She turned around as saw the little boy I was talking about. He looked about ten years old, had short red hair, had on blue bathing trunks and an orange life vest. "Hi there," Kim greeted. The boy remained silent. "What's your name?" Kim continued. "Michael," the boy replied, his voice soft and shy. "Hi Michael, I'm Kimmy and this is Matt, where's your mom or dad?" Kim questioned. The boy turned and pointed out a threesome walking our way, two of them toting a canoe. It was a couple, proabably in their late thirties and a girl, probably thirteen or fourteen. "Hello there!" the dark haired man greeted. "Hello," I replied. "I guess we're neighbors." "Looks that way," I agreed. "I'm Steven, this is my wife Karen and our daughter Lizzy, looks like you've already met Michael," he introduced. "Nice to meet you all, I'm Matt and this is Kim." We all exchanged smiles as the couple set the canoe down into the lake. "Well you guys enjoy your swim, we're going on a little adventure," Karen explained as Steven helped their kids into the canoe. "Okay, have fun," Kim chirped. We watched as the family paddled out into the lake. "Seems like nice people," Kim commented. "Uh huh." We swam around a little longer then decided to get out. Kim and I waded through the water over to the ladder. I was happy to follow Kim up the ladder, delighted for any opportunity to ogle her beautiful behind, especially when it was being tightly held by her wet bikini bottom. We wrapped our towels around our backs and sat on the edge of the jetty, letting our feet hang in the water. Kim and I leaned against each other. She rested her head against my shoulder as we stared out over the lake. The evening snuck up on us but we were all too happy to sit there taking in the beauty of the sunset. I had Kim's hands clasped in mine as we saw the family of four round the corner and head in our direction. We smiled as they paddled up to us and climbed up to the jetty. The foursome piled onto the jetty and Steven tied up the canoe. Kim and I watched as they walked off. We could hear the kids scream in delight as their mom told them they were having hotdogs for dinner and could make smores later on. "You think that's Adam and Summer in a couple years?" Kim asked. "I could see it definitely being a possibility." "What about me and you? What do you think's instore for us?" she asked. I looked over to her and smiled. I wrapped my arm around Kim, "I think that could be us someday as well," I replied. "I'm not trying to scare you, just so you know," Kim giggled, "I was just thinking out loud." "I'm not scared baby, and I think about that stuff too." "You do?" "Of course Kimmy. You're the love of my life baby, and I couldn't imagine a life without you," I explained. "Aww sweetie, I feel the same about you." We sat there for a few minutes more. "You ready to head in?" I asked. "Uh huh," Kim replied. I stood up and helped Kim to her feet. We walked hand in hand back to the house. "Gonna take a quick shower" "Okay, I'll see what I can come up with for dinner," I replied. I opened up the refrigerator and just as advertised; it was fully stocked with the necessities plus a couple items we had requested. I quickly grilled up a couple chicken fillets. Kim joined me a little while later, "Go get showered, I'll finish up," she instructed, taking the plate of vegetables from me that I was about to stir fry. By the time I was back, Kim had set the table and laid out our meals. "Looks wonderful babe," I complimented. Kim and I began to dine. "So what do you want to do tonight?" I asked. Kim returned my smile, "Oh I don't know, I'm sure we could think of something." I grinned and took a bite of my chicken. "Why? Did you have something special in mind?" Kim asked. "I hadn't planned anything but I noticed the nice fireplace out in the living room." "Mmmm, sounds romantic," Kim cooed as she played with her fork in her mouth. Kim and I finished up with dinner and quickly cleaned up the dishes together. She sat on the couch with her laptop while I gathered the wood from outside for the fire. "Babe, you sure you know what you're doing?" she giggled. "How hard could it be? Its fire," I replied. It took a little while, but I eventually managed to create a roaring fire. Kim closed her laptop and whisked off to the bedroom. I switched off the lights in the living room and Kim returned with a nice thick blanket. I watched as she carefully laid it down on the floor in front of the crackling fire. We got a couple pillows off the couch to rest our heads on and lay down together. I was stretched out on my back with Kim on her stomach, resting her head against my chest. I stroked my fingers through Kim's soft silky hair as we lay together. "This was such a great idea," Kim whispered. "The fire or the trip?" I asked. Kim raised her head and looked up to me, resting her chin on my chest, "Both," she replied. "You're so pretty in firelight," I commented as I caressed Kim's cheek. "Only in firelight?" Kim teased. I leaned forward and gave Kim a light peck on the tip of her nose, "Nooo. . .but especially pretty in firelight," I replied. "Mmm, how did I get so lucky to find a man like you," she whispered. I just smiled as I wrapped my arms around Kim, grasping her tight. We laid there for quite some time, happy to just savor each other's company. Eventually though, Kim had worked her way upon me, laying her body on mine. I slowly rubbed her back as she wiggled her way up to reach my lips with hers. I bit down softly on Kim's lower lips, gently sucking on her plump flesh. "Mhmm, strawberry?" I asked. "Mmm hmm, lip gloss," she cooed. I slid my hands down Kim's back, gliding them across the curve of her ass, grasping her soft cotton shorts. Kim cradled my face with her hands as she slipped her tongue between my lips. I groaned as Kim pulled away from me. She giggled childishly as she sat up and straddled my hips. I stared up at her as she reached down and began tugging on my t-shirt. I lifted up a bit and Kim pulled my t-shirt off of me. She sank her head and kissed my neck. I felt her teeth graze against my skin as she moved to my chest. I held Kim's hair away from her face, behind her ear, and watched as she stuck out her tongue and circled it around my nipple. She kissed her way over to my other nipple then began moving down. I raised my hips and Kim pulled my khaki shorts down to my ankles. She was laid on the floor, on her stomach, between my outstretched legs. We both directed our gaze to my groin, my erection bulging against my navy blue boxer briefs. Kim ran her fingers along the length of my arched shaft, giggling as it twitched under her contact. She stared up at me as she pressed her lips against my erection, then dragged her tongue across the tight cotton confines. "Mhmm, someone's excited to get free," Kim whispered as my cock twitched again. I lifted my hips once more as Kim dug her fingers into the waistband of my underwear and peeled them off me. I watched as her eyes brightened at the sight of my sturdy erection. She immediately wrapped her fingers around me and delicately stroked me. "So nice and smooth," Kim cooed as she wiggled forward and kissed the tip of my penis. "You like that sweetie?" she whispered. I moaned in agreement as Kim kissed up and down the length of my shaft. My body shivered when Kim stuck out her tongue and glided it along the base of my shaft. It felt so moist and warm. Kim directed her eyes to me as she circled the tip of my cock with her tongue. What followed next was absolute heaven; Kim slid her mouth down onto me, her lips sealed around my cock. "Oh god baby, you feel so good," I groaned. Kim ignored my compliment and slowly bobbed her head up and down. I could feel Kim's tongue drag against the base of my shaft everytime she sucked her way up. Soon Kim was sliding my cock in and out of her mouth with great speed and I found myself curling my toes, trying to hold off as long as possible. "Fuck baby, you're so amazing," I moaned. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. Kim was slurping up and down, using her hand to stroke me as well. "Oh god Kimmy! I'm ready!" I managed to grunt. I lifted my hips off the floor as Kim stroked me hard, leaving her mouth around the tip of my cock. A few quick strokes was all that was needed, I groaned in delight as I felt my cock explode with my cum. My body was tense as my cock twitched over and over again inside Kim's warm mouth. "Fuckkk baby!" I groaned. Kim slid me from her mouth and squeezed my shaft. I watch as a glob of thick cum seeped out of me and Kim eagerly licked it up. Kim gave my cock a couple more licks until I began to deflate. I reached out an arm to her, inviting her to my side. She curled up beside me and we kissed. Kim draped her arm across my chest and we lay there in the warm glow of the nearby fire. "Fuck baby. . .you wiped me out," I panted, my hot breath filling the air. Kim looked up to me and smiled, "I hope not too much, I was hoping for some similar treatment," she teased. We both giggled, "Of course sweetie, I'm never too tired for you," I replied. We laid there a while in each other's arms before I broke the silence, "You know. . . you seem a little bit overdressed, why don't you help me out and strip for me while I catch my breath?" Kim smiled at me, "Oh I don't know, I wouldn't want to spoil you, after all, undressing me is your job," she teased. "Plleassee baby," I faux pleaded. "Okay, but let's not make this a habit," Kim joked. I stretched my naked body out on the floor and got comfortable, bending my elbows and resting my head on my clasped hands. I stared at Kim as she got up. She planted her feet on either side of my hips, standing right above my crotch. She slowly raised her red cotton t-shirt off her body and tossed it over to the couch. I smiled at the sight of her beautiful petite breasts. Kim ran her palms over her chest, slowing rubbing her pert mounds. "You're so beautiful baby," I whispered. Kim blushed slightly and sunk her fingers into the waistband of her black cotton shorts. She pushed them down her waist and let them fall right on my crotch. She stepped out of her shorts and took a step forward. She had her feet on either side of my chest and I stared up at her wonderfully bare pussy. From my vantage point I could see the slickness of her tender pink lips. "Looks like someone's ready to play some more," Kim giggled. We both looked down at my crotch; my resurging erection was lifting Kim's cotton shorts off my crotch. "Maybe in a little while, but right now I want to taste that gorgeous pussy of yours," I firmly stated. "All rested up are we?" Kim teased. I joined in her laughter and sprung up to my feet as if to demonstrate my readiness. I placed my hands on Kim's shoulders and motion for her to lie down. "I wanna see," she stated as she propped herself up on some cushions. I smiled and knelt down between Kim's legs. I held onto Kim's legs and stood them up, bending them at the knee, then spread them. I stared down at her beautiful naked body. . .waiting for me. I grinned and reached a hand out to Kim's face, then stuck out my index finger. I moved my finger to Kim's lips; she eventually got the idea and began to suck on it. When I felt satisfied I pulled my finger from Kim's mouth and lowered it to her crotch. Kim looked on attentively as I placed my finger between her butt cheeks and pressed it against the heat of her anal rosebud. I stared at Kim's face, her mouth agape, as I wiggled my finger, gently easing it into her asshole. "You're so warm baby," I whispered as I began to slide my finger in and out of Kim's tight opening. "Mhmm, tight too," I added as I felt Kim briefly squeeze down on me, "Think you can handle two?" I asked. Kim nodded and I slowly pulled my finger from her. I raised my hand to my face and took my middle finger in my mouth. I licked the length of my finger and lowered my hand back down to Kim. I pressed both my index and middle fingers against Kim's anus and gently pushed. They slid in with ease and I again began sliding my fingers in and out. I watched as Kim brought her hands to her breasts and slowly began to massage them. I smiled at her a final time before I lowered my face to her crotch. I continued easing my fingers in and out of Kim as I began licking her wet lips. She squealed joyously when I pushed my tongue up her flowery folds and pressed it against her slippery nub. I eagerly flicked my tongue back and forth across Kim's clitoris as I began to slide my fingers faster and faster. As I worked my diligent tongue in and around Kim's hot sticky pleasurezone, I felt her hand on the back of my head. "Ahhhh, fuck! Right there baby!! Mhmmm," she screamed. I obeyed her instructions and kept attacking her clit with the broad side of my tongue, licking it over and over again. By now, Kim's sweet cream was oozing out of her and she could no longer hold back. She pressed her hips into the air, hard against my face. I continued exploring her warm asshole with my fingers, plunging them hard and fast. I now began sucking on Kim's clit, taking it between my lips. "OOOHHH FUCKK!! Matty mhmm ahhhhh ahhhh," she cried as I felt her body tremble. Kim's anus squeezed down firmly around my fingers and I felt her hot juices rush against my face. I sucked on Kim's folds, devouring every tangy delicious drop she had to offer. Kim grasped on to a clump of my hair and pulled tightly. I continued licking and lapping away till she rested her body back down on the floor. I looked up and saw the up and down movements of Kim's stomach, moving in unison with her heavy panting. I gently slipped my fingers from Kim's asshole and heard her groan. I took a few more tender licks of Kim's glistening pussy then looked up to her. Her face was absolutely beaming, her skin flush. "Come here my love," she cooed, pulling me to her side. I crawled up to Kim and she pulled my face to hers. Her tongue immediately slipped past my lips and we kissed passionately. Kim rolled me over and straddled my stomach. I could feel her slick hot wetness rub against my skin as we kissed. "Mhmm, I love you so much baby," Kim whispered as she bit down on my lip with her teeth. I felt her inching her body back further and further until my erection was pressed against her ass cheeks. "I love you too my sweet Kimmy," I replied. Kim reached behind and I felt her grasp onto my penis. She lifted herself and positioned my cock against her cunt. "You ready for me baby?" Kim teased. I reached out and held onto Kim's hips, "Always sweetie," I replied. Kim sunk down on my cock and we both groaned. "MHmmm, you feel so good," Kim cooed as she began to lift herself and sink back down. Kim and I locked our eyes onto each other and stared lovingly at one another as we made love. I tightened my grip on Kim's hips and began pressing up to meet her downwards motion. "Ahhh, that's it baby," I grunted. "Ohh god Matty! You get me so wet!!" Kim cried as he lowered her hand to her vagina, dipping it into her moisture then offering her fingers to me. I sucked on Kim's fingers as we fucked harder and harder. Kim was now pushing her pussy down onto me with all her force. "Fuck baby I'm gonna cum," I groaned. "Me too sweetie!" Kimberly shouted. A few seconds later, Kim began to scream uncontrollably. She pushed down and remained there, with my cock buried in her. She wiggled her body, grinding her crotch against me as she thrashed around. My cock in the meantime was spasming deep inside her, spewing whatever cum I had left. Kim collapsed onto me and I wrapped my arms around her. She carefully eased herself off my shriveled cock and rolled to my side to lay on her back. "You okay sweetie?" I asked. "Uh huh, just catching my breath," Kim whimpered. I leaned in and kissed her on her cheek. "You wanna sleep out here tonight?" I asked. "Sure, that sounds nice," she replied. "Okay, I'll go get some pillows and more blankets." Kim pulled me back down, "I'll get em, I have to pee and get cleaned up anyway," she explained. We lay there for a few more minutes and then I watched Kim walk off to the bedroom. She returned shortly afterwards carrying two pillows and another blanket and handed them to me. "Want anything from the kitchen?" She asked. "Umm, some water please." "I wore you out huh?" she giggled. I laughed and set down the pillows. Kim returned and handed me a glass of water. She lay down beside me and opened up the blanket. I drank the cool water in one gulp and set the glass down on the floor near the couch. I joined Kim and crawled beneath the blanket. "Warm enough?" I asked. Kim cuddled up next to me, nuzzling her face against my neck, "Now I am," she replied. XXXX The next morning I awoke with Kim asleep on my chest. There was no way I could move without waking up so I lay there for a few minutes. After a while I brushed my hand softly against her cheek, "Baby, it's time to wake up," I whispered. I watched as her eyes slowly fluttered then opened, "Five more minutes," she complained. "But it's such a beautiful day outside," I tempted. "Five minutes," Kim repeated. I chuckled and gently raised her off me. Carefully laying Kim down on the blanket, I got up and headed to the bedroom and into the bathroom, "I'm gonna make breakfast and when I call, you better have that cute butt of yours at the kitchen table," I shouted from the bedroom. I eventually made my way to the kitchen and quickly whipped up some French toast. "Babe!. . . .breakfast is ready!" I called from the kitchen. I took a seat and poured myself some juice and waited for Kim. It took her a while, but she eventually came strolling into the kitchen. "There's my cutie pie," I greeted. "Morning sweetie," she replied. Kim smiled and walked over to me. She leaned down and gave me a quick peck on the lips before taking her seat. "Mmmm these are great babe," she complimented after taking a bite of her breakfast. "Thanks Kimmy, so what do you want to do today?" "Well seeing that it's such a nice day we should probably do something outside." I nodded and took a sip of juice, "Any ideas?" I asked. "Maybe a little hike, and a picnic down by the lake?" "Sounds wonderful," I replied. Kim and I chatted over breakfast and then I cleared the table. "Why don't you go shower, I'll do the dishes and pack us a picnic basket." "Okay babe, see you in a bit," I replied as I walked off towards the bedroom. I stripped off my boxers and climbed into the shower. The warm water felt great. I lingered longer than usual in the shower then finally switched it off. I slipped on a fresh pair of boxer briefs, a white v-neck and my khaki shorts. After a brief search, I located my flips flops and slid them on. I wandered back into the kitchen to find Kim. "All set," she stated as she placed a kitchen towel over the basket she had packed up. She handed me the basket and smiled, "I'm just gonna hop in the shower, be ready in five minutes," she stated. I made my way over to the living room and plopped down on the couch. I picked up Kim's laptop and quickly checked my email then did some browsing. "Ready babe!" Kim announced. I looked behind me over the couch to see my Kim come skipping out of the bedroom. She wore a white khaki shorts and a blue cotton button up shortsleeve shirt. Her hair was in a ponytail and she looked amazing. I stood up and grabbed the basket. "Wow sweetie, you look really pretty." "Thanks Matty, are you all set to go?" "Yup," I replied, holding up the basket to show her. We made our way outside and down to the lake. We walked past the jetty and over to a track that followed the shoreline of the lake. Even though it was summer, the weather was cool and crisp, and the wind blowing over the lake felt refreshing. "So are you excited about your last year of college?" "I guess, kinda scary though, having to go out and actually get a job. What about you?" Kim looked to me and smiled, "I guess I'm a little nervous. Most of my college life I've had you and Summer and Adam. I just feel that once we graduate, everything will change." I wrapped my free hand around Kim's waist and pulled her over to me, "Things will be different, but I promise, no matter what happens, I'll be there for you always," I consoled. I felt Kim hug me tight and we continued our hike. We walked a little further, over a small hill, then down to a somewhat spacious flat grassy area. "This looks like a nice place," I suggested. "Okay, let me have the basket so I can set up," Kim replied, taking the straw basket from me. I watched her dig around and retrieve a large green blanket. As she spread the blanket on the floor, Kim looked over to me, "Make yourself useful and open the wine," she jested. "Wine?" "Uh huh, in the basket, there should be some plastic cups as well." "Wow babe, you really went all out huh?" We both chuckled. I popped the wine and Kim continued to set up the picnic, very meticulously, as was her nature. We both slipped off our flip flops and sat next to eachother in the middle of the blanket. Kim took a sip of wine and held up a container of grapes to me. I took a handful and fed one to Kim. We sat and chatted, nibbling on all the finger foods Kimberly had packed; potato chips, apple slices, celery sticks, and chocolate kisses. We then had some mini grilled cheese sandwiches Kim and prepared. As I packed up the empty containers, Kim lay down on her back. I joined her, laying perpendicular to her body, resting my head on her chest. Kim ran her hand through my hair and I closed my eyes, feeling the warm sun on my face. I turned my head, resting my cheek against Kim's breasts and looked up to her face. I just stared at her and she smiled, "What are you staring at?" she questioned. "Nothing," I whispered. Kim shook her head and went back to looking at the sky. A few seconds later she looked down and found me still staring up at her, "What?!" she insisted. I smiled, "Well missy, if you must know," I began to say before getting up and placing my face right above Kim's, "I was just thinking to myself, that you have the cutest little nose I have ever seen," I explained before leaning in and pressing my lips against the tip of Kim's nose. Kim giggled and held my face in her hands. We stared into each other's eyes, "What else?" she asked, "What else?" I replied. "Yeah," she confirmed. "Hmm," I pondered before moving to Kim's feet, "Well, you have the cutest little toes," I answered, before raising Kim's dainty feet and kissing her toes. Again she giggled. She tried pulling her feet from me as she laughed but I kept a firm grasp on her ankles and mischievously tickled the soles of her feet with my nose. I finally relented and set down Kim's feet. I now trailed a single finger up Kim's smooth firm legs, all the way up to her thigh. I let my palm rest against Kim's warm inner thigh and used my other hand to roll up her shirt just a little. I looked down at Kim's flat stomach, admiring her creamy taut skin, "And this bellybutton has got to be the most adorable I've ever seen," I stated before lowering my head and kissing Kim's bellybutton. I swirled my tongue around the tiny opening and felt Kim's tummy quiver beneath me as she squealed with laughter. I placed a final kiss on Kim's stomach then looked up at her. She was lifting her head, propping herself up with her elbows planted on the floor, watching everything I did. I pulled my hand from Kim's thigh and moved up a little. Kim grinned at me as I undid just the first two buttons of her shirt. I dragged a single finger up and down between Kim's breasts, feeling the tiny goosebumps on her skin that had sprung up as a chilly wind blew by. I slid a hand in Kim's shirt and cupped her breast over her petite neon blue bra. I brushed the face of my thumb back and forth over the soft fabric of Kim's bra, feeling the development of a small bump that was her nipple becoming erect. "Mmmm, and baby, these perfect little breasts, there are just no words," I gushed before leaning in and kissing the smooth curve of Kim's breast that wasn't covered by her bra. Kim played with my hair as I planted little pecks back and forth between her firm mounds. I kissed my way over to Kim's cheek, then down to her ear, "And these cute little earlobes," I whispered before taking Kim's earlobe between my teeth. I pulled gently on Kim's ear, then nibbled and sucked a little. Kim eventually pulled my face in front of hers, "Anything else?" she asked. I returned Kim's smile and stared into her beautiful bright eyes, "I could go on forever baby, but I think last on my list, but certainly not least would be these pretty little lips," I replied, as I ran my thumb across Kim's lower lip. She took my thumb between her teeth and bit down lightly. I pulled my hand from Kim's mouth and cradled her face then leaned down. Our lips met and it was amazing. I slowly snaked my tongue into Kim's mouth and felt hers searching for mine. Kim whimpered as she pulled me onto her. I felt her hands travelling up and down my back as we kissed. Just then, we were both startled by a loud burst of thunder. I pulled my face from Kim and looked up at the sky. It was still clear blue where we were but off in the distance were some slow moving dark clouds, "Come on, we better head back before those clouds reach," Kim warned. I rolled off of her and helped to quickly pack up our stuff. We slid on our flip flops and headed back down the trail towards the house. Just as we stepped onto the covered porch deck outside the house a huge rainstorm came pouring down. I placed the picnic basket on the wooden deck next to the door and turned to Kim. I took her hand and walked us over to the white hammock at the far end of the deck. I climbed into the hammock and pulled Kim onto me. I was stretched out lengthways in the hammock, and Kim sat in my lap, hanging her legs over the side, "Now, where were we," I mused as I sunk my face to Kim's breasts. I licked Kim's warm skin as she wiggled her body. Kim pulled my head up from her, "I think it was more like this," she cooed before kissing me on the lips. Kim climbed all the way into the hammock with me and we both shifted our bodies around trying to get comfortable. We finally settled with Kim laying ontop of me and continued kissing. The hammock swung back and forth as the rain pounded down around us. Kim pressed her body hard against mine and I wrapped my arms around her. After a couple minutes we broke our kiss, both of us needing to catch our breaths. Kim rolled over, laying on her back ontop of me. "Is this too uncomfortable for you?" Kim lovingly asked as she wiggled around trying to get comfy, her butt grinding against my groin, the weight of her body pressing against my obvious hardon. I clasped my hands atop Kim's body, resting them on her abdomen, "No, it's perfect babe," I answered. Kim rested her hands on mine and nuzzled her head against my neck. We both lay there, swinging back and forth staring at the downpour. I must have fallen asleep but when I woke up the skies were blue again and I was alone in the hammock. I wandered into the living room and found Kim on the couch with her laptop, "You left me all alone," I faux complained. "I know, I got up to go pee, and didn't want to get back in the hammock and wake you," she explained. I joined her on the couch and waited for her to finish whatever she was doing on her laptop. Afterwards, we took a stroll out on the jetty. We stood at the end of the jetty and stared out at the lake, the water was so calm and serene. On the way back we encountered Steven out in the front yard of their house. "Hey guys, how's it going?" he greeted. Kim and I walked over to him and smiled, "We're fine," she replied. "Some storm we just had huh?" he commented. "Yeah, just kinda came out of nowhere," I noted. "So how long are you two at the lake house for?" "Oh, just tonight and tomorrow night, we drive back the next morning," Kimberly explained. "Oh, okay, this is our last night; we're heading out first thing in the morning. This sure is a beautiful place," Steven replied. "Sure is," I agreed. "Hey, I'll tell you what, Karen and I are having a bar-b-que for the kids tonight, you guys should join us," he offered. "Oh we wouldn't want to impose," Kim stated. "No, not at all, in fact, we're trying to use up all the stuff in the fridge so it doesn't waste, so there will be lots of food," he explained. Kim and I looked at each other then back at Steven, "Okay then, I guess it'll be fun," I replied. "Great, I'll let Karen know, see you guys around eight?" "Sure," Kim replied. We waved goodbye and Kim and I walked back over to our house. Kim and I just relaxed on the couch for the rest of the evening, watching television. At around seven, Kim got up, "I think I'm gonna take a bath," she stated as she walked off into the bedroom. I was replying to some text messages so I remained outside for a bit longer. I finally set down my phone and made my way into the bedroom. I stripped down to my grey boxer briefs and walked into the bathroom. Kim was submerged in the lavish white bathtub on the far end of the bathroom; it was filled to the brim with foamy bath lather. "Enjoying yourself?" I teased. Kim opened her eyes and looked over to me and giggled. I stood infront of the sink and quickly brushed my teeth and shaved. I bent over and removed my boxers, then grabbed my towel and walked over to the standalone glass door shower, "You're not joining me? It's so lonely in here," Kim complained in a cute girly tone. "I dunno baby, baths aren't really my thing," I replied. "Oh really, I bet I can change your mind," she sultrily offered. "Well. . . I certainly can't refuse that offer can I," I replied. I hung up my towel on a nearby wall hook then climbed into the bathtub with Kim. Kim opened her legs and arms and I laid down on her. We kissed briefly and I felt Kim run her fingers along my chin, "Mhmmm, my baby's face is nice and smooth," she cooed. As we kissed, I lowered my hand to Kim's breasts, gently massaging her supple flesh. Her nipples were soft and puffy in the warm water, but after a few seconds of rubbing my fingers against them, they slowly became hard. I felt Kim's hand on my erection, she wrapped her fingers around me and squeezed, "Found what you wanted?" I teased. "Uh huh," she replied as she pressed the tip of my cock against the lips of her vagina. I eased my hips down and slid into Kim. I groaned as I felt her warm tightness. Kim whimpered as I continued to press into her then kissed my lips. I pushed further and finally filled Kim with all my manhood. She looked up to me and saw the sly grin on my face, "What is it?" she asked. My smile widened and I began slowly moving in and out of Kim's warm vagina, "I was just thinking, we might have to make baths a regular thing," I commented. Kim chuckled and began raising her hips to meet my thrusts. Our movements were slow and tender; we were barely making any undulations in the water. Kim sucked on my tongue then pushed my face from hers. She pressed her forehead against mine and stared into my eyes as she raised her hips faster and faster, working her pussy onto my cock with greater speed. "Mhmm, you feel so fucking good baby, fuck me harder," Kim moaned. I was happy to thrust harder into Kim as water now began to splash around, "I love it when you say "fuck". It sounds so much dirtier coming from your sweet little mouth." Kim smiled kissed me, I felt her hands travel round to my hips as she pulled me hard into her. "Ohh god Kimmy, you're so tight," I moaned. Water was now spilling over the edge of the tub as I increased my pace. "Fuck baby, I'm so close," Kim cried. That only urged me on to take harder and faster strokes, gliding my turgid cock into Kim's velvety womanhood. "Mhmm, cum for me baby, cum for me my sweet Kimmy," I groaned. A few more strokes and I felt Kim dig her nails hard into my back and whimper blissfully. The slight pain of Kim's nails dragging against my skin did nothing to deter me from continuing my thrusting. "Ahhh fuck Matty, ahhhh mhmmmm ahh ahhhh ahhhh yes baby!!" Kim screamed as her body thrashed beneath mines. This went on for another fifteen seconds or so till she finally calmed down. I had slowed my plows just a little, a fact that didn't go unnoticed. Kim reached up and pulled my face down to hers, she kissed me then again pressed our foreheads together, "Nuh uh, no slowing down baby, I want you to fill me with your spunk, and I want to stare into your eyes as you do," Kim commanded. I willingly obliged and resumed my previous pace, taking long hard thrusts into Kim. She had her hands on the back of my neck, holding me in place as I fucked her. We stared into each other's eyes, both our mouths agape, "Mhmm yes baby, give it to me," Kim encouraged. I finally reached the point of no return and made a couple hard and frantic thrusts before grunting out loud, "Ahhh fuckkk!," I groaned as I felt my body tense up and my cock spasm inside Kim's waiting vagina. "Mhmmm yes baby, that's it," Kimberly cooed. The pleasure was so overwhelming I shut my eyes in bliss only to me reprimanded my Kim, "Mhmm, no baby, I want to see your eyes," she complained. It took all my might to force my eyes open as my orgasm continued to shatter through my body, but I managed it and stared down at Kim's angelic face. I pushed again into Kim and felt my cock spurt another string of semen. Another few seconds and I was spent. I eased my softening penis out of Kim as cautiously as possible, feeling its sensitivity. Kim kissed my cheek then pressed her lips to my ear, "I love you so much Matt." I returned Kim's adoring kiss, and wiggled my nose against hers, "I love you too Kimmy." We lay there another few minutes before finally stepping out of the tub. I grabbed Kim's towel from the bathroom counter and wrapped it around her shoulders. Kim handed me my towel which hung behind her on the hook and I wrapped it around my waist. "Come on, we don't want to be late," I stated before heading towards the bedroom. Before I reached the doorway that led to the bedroom I heard Kim cry out, "Oh my god! Baby your back! You're bleeding!" Kim rushed over to me and I felt her fingers on my still wet back. It stung a little as she traced her fingers over the areas she had dug into me. I looked over my shoulder to the mirror on the wall and saw two lines of blood that had trickled halfway down my back. "Oh god, did I do that?!?" Kim asked, genuinely horrified. "Don't worry about Kimmy, it doesn't even hurt," I assured her. "Oh Matt, I'm so sorry," she whimpered. I felt Kim press her lips against my back, kissing my skin from side to side. "Baby, it's fine, I promise," I consoled. Kim grabbed a bath towel from the rack and dried my back. I felt her press the soft fluffy towel gently over the affected areas, lovingly dabbing my skin. "Ohh god!" Kim cried again, this time sounding like she was on the verge of tears. I turned around to see what the matter was. The towel she was using was covered with huge blots of blood. Even I had to admit, it was more blood than i thought it would be, and the sight of the towel was a bit scarier than a line or two of blood on my back. I hugged Kim, "It's fine baby, it's fine," I whispered, "It doesn't hurt," I tried to assure her. "Really? It doesn't hurt?" she whimpered. "It doesn't," I repeated. "You promise?" Kim asked. "Of course baby, I promise." I kissed Kim on the forehead and held her close, "Come on, let's go get ready," I whispered before walking us both out into the bedroom. I threw on a short sleeve Hollister blue and white plaid shirt and slipped into some khaki shorts. I sat on the bed and watched Kim slip on a white camisole, then a navy blue fitted sweater. She climbed into a pair of blue cotton panties then pulled on her jeans. Kim walked over to the dresser mirror and quickly fixed her hair, "Ready," she informed as she walked over to me and combed my hair to the side with her hands. I stood up and we walked over to the living room to retrieve our flip flops, "Do you think we should carry a bottle of wine or something? I don't even know if they drink and it might be inappropriate with kids around." "Wasn't there a bottle of nonalcoholic wine, or was it some kind of sparkling apple cider, I thought I saw one in the bottom drawer in the fridge," I replied. "Oh, you're right, that'll be perfect. Great thinking babe," Kim chirped. She skipped off to the kitchen and returned swinging a bottle in her right hand. I switched off the lights in the living room and joined Kim out on the porch. I took her hand in mine and we set off down the path that led to the other house. Steven and the rest of the family were all out in the front yard of the house that faced the lake. Steven was standing over a smoky bar-b-que pit and Karen and the two kids were sat on a large wooden picnic table on the grass. "Goodnight everyone," Kim and I greeted as we walked up to the yard. "Hi guys," Karen beamed, "Glad you could make it." "Hey you two," Steven greeted as he walked over to us. I shook Steven's hand and he and Kim exchanged a brief casual hug. "Please, have a seat," he offered, "Dinner will be ready in just a minute." Kim handed the chilled bottle over to Karen, "We didn't want to walk empty handed," she explained. "Oh how thoughtful," Karen replied. She opened the bottle and poured a little for everyone. We sipped and chatted for a couple minutes till Steven announced that the food was ready. Kim and I stood up under Karen's direction and grabbed a plate. We dished out our food and returned to the table. Karen walked over and helped the kids. Kim and I waited patiently for everyone to be seated then began to eat. It was a simple meal but tasty, bar-b-que chicken, potato salad, and garden salad. "That was great," I complimented as I cleared my plate. "Yeah, tasted really amazing," Kim added. "Thanks, "Steven replied. "Momma, can we go watch TV?" Lizzy asked her mom. "Okay sweetie, just for a little while, we have an early flight in the morning. Make sure your brother brushes his teeth first, Daddy and I will be in in a little while to tuck you in," Karen replied. She kissed her daughter on the forehead. "Bye you guys," Kimberly chirped. The children smiled and waved before walking off to the house, Lizzy clutching her little brother's hand. "They're adorable," Kim gushed. The four of us sat beneath the night sky and chatted some more, "So you two are still in college?" Steven asked. "Yep, we're about to enter our senior year," Kim informed. "And you guys met at college or before?" Karen asked. "College, we sort of met through mutual friends, at a local fair," I replied. "Yeah, it was supposed to be a group thing but ended up as a two couple thing so Matthew was stuck with me for the night," Kim explained. "Best night of my life," I quipped. "Awww, that's so sweet," Karen enthused, "Steve and I met at college as well, I sat in front of him in our intro to world history class." "Yep, and it took me an entire semester of sitting behind her to work up the courage to ask her out, but I finally did. . .on the last day of class," Steven explained. We all shared a chuckle. "Well you two seem to have a really beautiful family," Kim complimented. "Thanks," Karen replied. We chatted for another twenty minutes over coffee. "Well we better be heading home, we don't want to keep you up, with your early flight and all," I finally announced. "Ohh, well it was really nice having you," Karen replied. "The pleasure was ours, thanks for a great dinner," Kim retorted. "Not a problem, and please take some left overs, you can have it for lunch tomorrow," Steve offered. "Thanks, it's really not necessary," I began to say. "Please, we insist, we can't carry it with us, we'd have to throw it out, I've already packed you two bowls," Karen interrupted. Kim and I smiled at each other then turned to the couple, "Wow, thanks so much I guess, that's really generous," Kim stated. "No worries sweetie, here you go," Karen replied before handing Kim the two bowls, "I'll just let the guy at the office know that two bowls from our place are over at your house when we return the keys tomorrow," she explained. We all exchanged hugs and after thanking the couple again, Kim and I walked off towards our house. Kim placed the food in the fridge and we headed to the bedroom. "You want to watch a movie or something? I'm kinda wired from the coffee," Kim asked. "Sure thing babe," I replied. "Okay, let's go brush our teeth, then we can get cozy under the covers," Kim chirped excitedly. Standing in the bathroom over the sink, Kim and I smiled at each other in the mirror as we both brushed our teeth. Kim paused her brushing for a second, "Feeling like an old married couple?" she asked with a smile, her mouth covered in toothpaste. I smiled and pulled my toothbrush from my mouth. "Nope," I proudly stated before playfully leaning over and pressing my toothpaste filled mouth against Kim's. She sealed her lips around mine and tightly shut her eyes. With my mouth against hers, Kim squealed squeamishly as toothpaste ran down our chins. She finally pushed me away and we laughed. We washed up our mouths and entered the bedroom. Kim removed her sweater and peeled off her jeans, then climbed into bed and under the covers in her camisole and panties. I stripped down to my boxers and happily joined Kim under the covers. I grabbed the remote control and began to channel surf in search of something to watch. Kim and I scanned the onscreen guide, "Oooo, Friday the thirteenth," I teased, knowing for a fact Kim wouldn't want to watch it. "No way baby, unless you don't want me to get any sleep tonight," she protested. I mischievously clicked on the channel and as luck would have it, the particular scene was one that blasted the famous Friday the 13 th theme. "Come on baby, what could be more appropriate, here we are in a lake house, it's all perfect," I continued to tease. I rolled over onto Kim and pressed my mouth to her ear, "Chi chi chi! Ma ma ma!" I harassed, in unison with the sound from the television. "Matthew!! Pleaaasee!!" Kim whined as she wiggled beneath me. I laughed and finally rolled off of her. Lying on my back, I pulled Kim over to me, placing her head against my chest, just below my chin, "Okay, here you go baby, you choose something," I giggled before handing her the remote control. Kim snatched the remote from my hand and immediately changed the channel. She returned to the guide and we continued to search. "Ohh, what about The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, this was good right?" Kim asked. "Yeah it was good, but you're willing to watch this and not Friday the thirteenth? Don't you remember the rape scene? That was way scarier than anything in a Jason movie." "Ohh yeah, I forgot about that, okay, let's see what else is on," Kim replied. Another few seconds and Kim seemed to finally settle, "Okay, here we go, E.T., a classic," she stated. "Fine by me," I agreed. Kim clicked on the channel and set down the remote. She draped her hand over me and I felt her squeeze just a little. We settled in and began watching the movie. About halfway through the movie, I noticed Kim hadn't moved in quite some time. I gently raised my head and stared down at her face, she was fast asleep, her eyes shut tight. "Coffee has you wired huh?" I quietly chuckled to myself. I carefully lifted Kim off me and caringly laid her down, resting her head softly down on her pillow. I made sure she was all covered up then switched off the television, before lying down beside her. XXXX I awoke the next morning to the glorious sensation of Kim gently rubbing her ass against my morning wood. I slowly opened my eyes, and leaned over to kiss the back of Kim's neck. My lips only made contact with her warm skin for a few seconds, only to have her pull away from me and stroll off to the bathroom, "Babe! You're just gonna leave me here like this?" I playfully scolded. "Sorry sweetie, gotta pee!" Kim yelled from the bathroom. I smiled to myself and stretched my arms and legs. I rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom. Kim, sitting on the toilet, smiled up at me shyly as I walked over to the sink. I winked at her and picked up my toothbrush. Kim finished up and flushed, then joined me as I brushed my teeth. We had a light breakfast, then went for a swim in the lake. We returned to the house and changed clothes, then just lounged around, relaxing for the rest of the day. Kim whipped up some sandwiches for lunch, and we ate the bar-b-que leftovers for dinner. Approaching ten pm, Kim and I found ourselves out in the living room, on the couch infront of a fire. "I'm gonna take a quick shower, why don't you see about putting out the fire, then you can shower and we can go to bed," Kim announced as she stood up and walked off. I stretched out on the couch and finished up an email I was sending to Adam, then tended to the fire. Kim emerged about fifteen minutes later in a bathrobe, "Shower's free babe," she informed. As I walked past her to go to the bedroom, Kim held my hand and stopped me. She tiptoed to position her mouth near my ear, "When you're done with your shower, don't get dressed, just come to the bedroom," she sultrily whispered. Kim smiled deviously at me as I walked off. I quickly hopped in the shower and washed my body. Stepping out, I dried my skin and brushed my teeth. With my towel wrapped around my waist, I walked out into the bedroom. Kim was there waiting for me, sitting on the bed, still in her robe. She had turned down the lights a little, setting a somewhat romantic mood. When she saw me, Kim stood up and walked over. She lowered her hand to my waist and pulled my towel from me, dropping it on the floor. "Go to the bed and lie down," she instructed. I obeyed and walked over to the bed. I noticed the bed was stripped bare, just a single pillow and white sheet. I lay down and rested my head on the pillow, awaiting Kim. She walked over and picked up four strips of cloth that were on the dresser table, somehow they had gone unnoticed in the dim light. "What are those for?" I questioned. Kim turned to me and smiled, "Do you trust me baby?" she asked. "Of course." "Good," she replied as she walked over to me. I watched Kim tie a loop in one of the cloth strips. She then picked my hand up and slipped it through the loop and fastened it tightly, but not so tight as to cut off any circulation. I finally got the idea when she tied the cloth to one corner of the bedpost. She repeated this for my other hand, and my ankles. By the time she was done, I was completely immobilized except for my neck which I could move just a bit. Kim stood at the end of the bed and stared up at my naked body. She grinned as she undid the belt on her robe and let it fall to the floor. I stretched my neck forward to get a good view, and what a view it was. Kim wore an incredibly sexy midnight blue babydoll with matching panties. The top was a flowing see through frilly mesh body that hung off a lace embroidered bra. The babydoll hung down to Kim's thighs but because it was see through I could see the matching panties. Kim did a spin for me and I saw that it was infact a matching thong. Kim walked over to her bag and retrieved something. Only when she returned infront of me could I make out what it was. She held a slender plastic stick, about twelve inches long, that had white long feathers attached to the tip. "Somebody's been doing some shopping," I mused. Kim smiled and crawled onto the bed. She remained on all fours on the bed, between my widely spread legs. Kim held one end of the stick and lowered the feathered end to my crotch, teasingly swiping the feathers against my, up to now, softened penis. The touch was a mix of tickling and eroticism. Kim smiled in delight as she watched my manhood stir to life. "Mhmmm, there's my big boy," Kimberly cooed as my erection grew to its full potential. Kim now dragged the feathers up and down my length, smiling to herself as my cock twitched in response to her teasing touch. I wiggled my bound body, demonstrating to Kim that she was having the desired effect. Kim lowered the stick, letting it brush against my balls, then my inner thighs. While I didn't expect it, the feel of the ticklish feathers on my thigh felt surprisingly arousing. Kim smiled and moved the feathers slowly up my body, across my chest then against my face. "You like my new toy?" Kim whispered. "Yup, I can't wait to use it on you," I replied. "Mhmm, maybe another time," Kim teased. After a few more minutes of playing with the feathers against my face, Kim straddled my chest, facing away from me. I stared at the wonderful view that was her petite round ass. Kim looked over her shoulder down at me and raised her babydoll a little, offering me an unobstructed view of her soft cheeks. She leaned forward and I stared at the thin blue line of material that ran between her buttcheeks. The string of the thong did little to obstruct the view of Kimberly's pink crinkled asshole. "See something back there that you like?" Kim asked. I grunted in response and Kim giggled. Kim lowered her mouth to my crotch and I felt her warm breath against my cock. I wriggled my body again and pulled on my hand restraints as I again felt the teasing feathers on my throbbing erection. Kim continued teasing me with her toy as I laid there unable to do a thing but stare at her winking asshole. She finally set down the feather stick and I felt her kiss the tip of my penis. The kiss lasted just a second before she giggled and quickly pulled away. Kimberly spun around and straddled my thighs. She leaned down and kissed my mouth. I struggled to raise my head, trying to press my face against hers before she agonizingly pulled away. "Ahh fuck baby," I groaned. Kim only giggled, "Okay I'll let you have a little bit of fun...just a little," she teased. Kim eased her body forward and pressed the crotch of her panties against my cock. Kim pressed my cock against my stomach with her pussy, slowly grinding against me. It felt so wonderful; I could feel Kim's warmness even through her panties. After about a minute, Kim halted her grinding, but remained on me, pinning my cock down with her pussy. I watched as she reached behind her and presumably undo a clasp, then lifted her babydoll off of her body. Kim threw the frilly garment onto the floor then leaned down to me, hanging her breasts right over my face. I struggled with all my might to raise my face to Kim's breasts but she mischievously kept them out of reach. Finally Kim gave in and leaned down a bit more and I kissed her warm skin. Kim moved to the right, allowing me to take her breast in my mouth. I licked and sucked on her nipple and she moaned in response. Kim resumed grinding against my trapped penis and shifted to the left so I could attend to her other breast. After a few joyous minutes, Kim again halted her movements and sat up. "My turn," she cooed as she leaned in again, this time, lowering her face to my chest. I pressed my head back against the pillow and shut my eyes tight as I felt Kim's mouth on my nipple. She swirled her tongue around my hard nipple then dragged her teeth across it. "Mmm Kimmie, you're such a temptress," I groaned. I heard Kim giggle before she moved to my other nipple. Kim kissed her way down my stomach, then my abdomen. I thought she would give some attention to my aching cock, but she mischievously worked her way around it, kissing my hip bone, then my thighs. "Fuck Kimmy," I groaned, "Just know that payback is gonna be a bitch," I warned. Kim looked up at me and smiled, "I know, but tonight. . .you're all mine," she teased. With that, Kim scooted up till she was sitting on my chest. She lowered her hand and pulled her panties to the side. I swear my cock throbbed harder at the sight of Kim's glistening cunt. Kim raised herself then lowered her pussy onto my waiting mouth. I heard her groan as I delved my tongue into her sopping vagina. I pressed my tongue into Kim and wiggled it around. After a few seconds, Kim lowered herself a little more so my tongue could lash against the shimmering pearl that was her clit. "Mhmmm, fuck, that's it baby," Kimberly moaned. I sucked on Kim's clitoris till I felt her warm creamy juices drip onto my face. "Mhmmm, yes baby yes!!!" she cried as I felt her body shudder above me. Kim's cries filled the room, gradually dying down as her orgasm subsided. She pulled her cunt from my face, then leaned down on licked my lips which were covered in her juices. "Okay, I think you've earned a true reward," Kimberly panted. I watched as she shimmied her way down my body, finally settling over my crotch. "I think you might like this view a little better," Kim stated before spinning around to face away from me. Kim looked over her shoulder and down at me. I watched in delight as she held out her palm, and spat down onto it. Kim lowered her hand, pulled her thong to the side and began rubbing her saliva against her asshole; it was probably the hottest thing I'd ever seen her do. I was so excited when she grabbed my throbbing cock and pressed it against her tight puckered asshole. Kim gave me a final smile then faced forward. I felt her slowly easing her tight anus down onto me and watched in amazement as my cock stretched her crinkled skin. "Ohh god baby you're the best," I moaned as Kim took half of my cock in her ass. She paused and I could hear her breathing, then in one motion, she pressed herself down and accepted my entire cock in her extremely tight butthole. "Ahhhh fuck," I heard Kim groan. Kim sat there with my cock in her for a few seconds, then began moving her butt up and down. Kim's ass was so tight and warm, every time I entered her felt incredible. I tried my best I raise my hips to thrust into Kim as she slammed herself down onto me. "Ahhhh fuck Matt, you feel so big!" Kim moaned. I couldn't last much longer, all Kim's teasing had really driven me to the edge much faster than usual, "I'm gonna cum Kimmy!" I grunted. "Go ahead baby, cum in me!" she cried. I pressed my hips up against Kim and let myself go, "AHHHHH mhmm gahhhhh," I bellowed as my cock pulsated, filling Kim's asshole with my seed. I felt Kim's anus contracting around my cock, milking my shaft. "Mhmm that's it baby," she cooed. After a few seconds, Kim felt me relax back onto the bed and she eased off of me. She turned around and lay against my stomach. "That was amazing," I panted. "It wasn't' too much teasing?" Kim asked. "No, it was all worth it," I replied. "Well in that case, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," Kim smiled. We lay there for a few minutes. I began to feel a wet warm dripping on my thigh and looked down at Kim, "Hey you better untie me so we can go get cleaned up, I think you're leaking," I smiled. Kim almost blushed then stood up and began untying my hands. As she turned and started untying my ankles, I noticed my spunk running down Kim's thighs and smiled. Once free Kim and I took a quick shower and returned to the bedroom. We changed the sheets and then climbed into bed. We were pretty exhausted and fell asleep in about ten minutes. XXXX The next morning I awoke to the sound of the toilet flushing. I rolled over and watched as Kim walked out of the bathroom and back into bed. I noticed she had a somewhat disconcerted look on her face. "Morning baby, everything okay?" I asked "Uh huh, I got my period this morning and I'm having some cramps, I'm actually a day early" she whimpered as she curled up under the covers. "Aw, is there anything you need or I can do?" I asked as I lightly brushed my hand against her face. "No thanks sweetie, I'm fine for now." "Okay, well you just relax, I'll get our stuff packed up and let you know when I'm done," I replied. I leaned over and kissed Kim on the forehead before heading into the bathroom. I had a quick breakfast, OJ and toast, and got started on packing up the car. It took about an hour but I was finally done. I made a quick scan of the house to make sure we weren't forgetting anything then went to get Kim. She had just taken a shower and I threw her dirty clothes in the one suitcase I left out. "Feeling any better babe?" I asked. "A little," she replied. "Do you want anything to eat before we head out?" "No, I think I'll be fine till lunch," Kim replied. I grabbed the suitcase and Kim and I walked out to the car. I drove out to the main road and stopped five minutes later at the office to drop of the keys. When I got back to the car I saw Kim taking an advil. Kim and I had been driving all day, stopping only three times, once for lunch, and twice for bathroom breaks. It was a relief when we decided to call it a night and find a motel. Kim used her phone and found a nice place to stay that wasn't too expensive but that also wasn't too run down. "Ohh could you just pull in this Walgreens for a quick second, I need to get some tampons," Kim asked. I pulled into the Walgreens parking lot and pulled into a space. Kim was about to unbuckle her seat belt when I stopped her, "It's fine, I'll get them," I stated. "You really don't have to babe," she began to say. "Just wait right here, I'll be back in a sec," I interrupted. "Do you know what kind?" she asked. I smiled at Kim, "Baby, we've been together for more than two years, I've seen enough tampon boxes at your place, and my place for that matter, to know what you use," I assured her. Kim returned my smile and I stepped out of the car. I entered the convenience store and located the feminine products aisle. I scanned the shelves till I spotted the box that I recognized to be Kimberly's preferred brand. I made my way over to the checkout counter and set the box down. The middle aged African American man behind the counter scanned the box and I paid him. We both exchanged a knowing smile as he placed the box in a plastic bag and handed it to me. I returned to the car and handed the bag to Kim, "Thanks baby," she cooed. I drove another five minutes to the motel and pulled up to the lobby. I quickly hopped out the car and booked us a room. With keycard in hand, I parked the car and Kim and I headed to the room. Kim immediately crawled into bed. "You want anything for dinner babe?" I asked. "No thanks," she replied from under the covers. "Okay, I'm gonna take a quick shower," I informed her. I quickly showered and decided to draw a bath for Kim. I got dressed and went out to the room to get Kim, "Babe, I've just run you a warm bath," I whispered as I sat on the bed and gently pulled the covers off Kim's head. "Thanks Matty," she replied as she smiled up at me. I watched as Kim crawled out of bed and made her way over to the bathroom. I dug through our suitcase and pulled out some clothes for Kim, soft cotton panties, one of my oversized t-shirts and her grey track pants. I laid the clothes out on the bed where I knew Kim would see it and made my way across the street where there was a grocery. When I returned, Kim was lying in bed watching television, dressed in the clothes I left her. "Where'd you go baby?" she asked. I smiled and held up the plastic grocery bag. I walked over and pulled out a pint of rocky road and a plastic spoon. "My favorite!" Kim beamed, "You're such a sweetie, get in here," she instructed, holding the covers open for me. I switched off the lights and climbed into bed. Kim snuggled up against me and I opened the ice cream and fed her a spoonful. "MHMmm, this is exactly what I needed babe," Kim stated. I ate a spoonful of the icecream then fed Kim another. We watched a little television and ate icecream still the pint was over. "You ready for bed?" I asked. "Yup," Kim replied as she switched off the television. Kim made a quick trip to the bathroom to brush her teeth and I did the same after she was done. As we lay in bed, Kim wiggled her nose against mine. It tickled so naturally I giggled, "What was that about," I chuckled. "No reason, just felt like doing that," she replied. "You are too cute," I retorted. Kim giggled and did it again. She placed her palm against my face, "I had the best time these past couple days," she stated. "Me too baby," I replied before giving her a quick peck on the lips. XXXX End CH06. Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed this installment. Your comments are very much appreciated. Although I haven't started work on CH07, I do plan on writing it. I think I might skip ahead a year to life after college which will hopefully open up more story avenues to explore.
Bee and David Ch. 04	15,153	4.57	634,047	[ "interracial", "drama" ]	\Hey, everyone!, I know you're all like "its about damn time this gal gave us an update". And you're right. I wanna start by thanking EVERYONE for their comments and feedback. Granted, some it was hard to handle. I'm not used to negative feedback but I took it into account the fact that I want to perfect my work so criticism is the healthiest factor. So there. By the way, this chapter is short. I'm working with an amazing editor and our flow of communication is still being established. Without out further ado, here's chapter 4. Love, CoCo\** \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\2 weeks later\\ She never thought it would happen at a time like this. She had changed. Everything changed. Her attitude, her demeanor, and her cheerfulness was gone. She was lost again. Laying in her bed, Bianca stared up at the ceiling. Her head pounded as she thought about the events of the past few weeks. She spoke slowly to herself: "All those years of carefully keeping my romantic feelings on a back burner and in less than a week, I find herself hopelessy in---." \\BUZZ!\\ Her phone rang, breaking her from a deep thought. Thinking seemed to be all she could do, seeing as how words seemed to fail her lately. Something told her it was David. She had been ignoring him for almost two weeks. He had called, texted, left voicemails for her to call him back and even came by her place. But she wouldn't see him, like a coward she hid in her room. And now here she was. Back in front of that mirror. This time the only thing that peeked back was that shirt he slipped on her the first night they spent together. She couldn't resist putting it back on. It was so soft and smelled of him: hazy peppermint. She wrapped herself in a hug and pretended it was from him. She did miss him, but it really was for the best. Pushing him away seemed so much easier than the alternative. Than actually admitting that for the first time in her entire life she actually felt something intimate for someone else. Being on the receiving end of romantic gestures she was used to letting guys down. She just didn't see it; didn't see the beauty that attracted them. Raking a hand through thick curls she leaned closer, trying to see what it was that made her so wanted. She scrunched up her nose, bit her bottom lip until it turned bright pink and sighed. All she saw was a dark, troubled girl. She felt so alone and empty at times. The only people Bianca ever really let in were Lanely and CoCo, in fact she was damn near mute the first few months she came to stay with her grandparents. Emotionally, she was still a fragile shell. The death of her mother still rang soundly in her concious, still haunted her wach night. There was so much David didn't know. If he did know, she was sure he would want nothing more to do with her. He'd leave her too. It took years for her to accept the fact that she had image issues. Body issues. She'd starve herself as a kid. Eating only when exhaustion was close. She was cursed with a plump figure and dark skin. Dark eyes that made her fragile soul even more vulnerable. The training was worth it though. Training herself to be an emotionless wall and to never give her upperhand away helped her early on in life. Her phone rang again and she jumped. The word "Duo" flashed across the screen. "Hey CoCo," Bianca answered walking away from the mirror. "Hey, babe. What are you doing?" "Laying out some clothes for work tonight." "You got work on a Saturday?" CoCo asked. "Picked up an extra shift." "Oh okay. Hey, are you good?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "You're a bad liar, Bianca." "Ugh! You sound like David," the instant she said his name she regretted it. A warm feeling rushed over her as grey eyes clouded her vision. She thought about the first kiss they ever shared and her knees went weak. She tried to pace her beating heart before realizing CoCo was yelling for her attention. "Bianca! Hello?" CoCo shouted into her ear. "Huh? What?" "Girl, I asked you what time you gotta start?" "Oh, two o'clock, but I think imma head there early so I can grab food before my shift." "I'm coming too! Meet you there at noon?" "Okay." Damn CoCo and her second sense. Bianca really didn't want another lecture from her. After jumping in the shower, she combed then braided her hair back. Sitting on the edge of her bed, Indian style, in a training bra and boy shorts she looked up just as Chad walked in. "Morning, sweetcheeks," he greeted walking over to her. Cynthia's 18 year old brother became even more infatuated with her. His little crush grew into a full force attraction. Keeping a cool and calm demeanor on the outside, he felt his stomach drop every time he saw her.But lately, she'd been in a funk, rarely talking and he was sure she stopped eating. She was still as beautiful as ever, but her eyes held a sadness she refused to admit. "Morning, CJ." With a physique just as tan and lean as his sister, 6 foot tall and barely pushing 200 pounds, CJ was the typical high school jock. "Nice hair," he commented tugging a single braid. She looked over; once excited brown eyes were now ashen and callous. "Thanks," she gave him a tight smile and stretched out. Her diverted gaze gave him the opportunity to once again take a peek at her figure. Usually thick and taut, he could see abs newly forming on her smooth dark tummy. Her legs were more muscular and not an ounce of fat hung. He could write a book on how precious her ass was. She put every girl he'd ever been with to shame. Her body was heavenly. He took a peak at her forbidden zone but stared a few seconds too long. By the time he looked back up, she had already noticed. His eyes widened. They said nothing for a few minutes. Bianca's head was cocked to one side and she squinted at him. "What did I tell you about staring at me?" she simply asked. He nervously ran a hand through his bleach blonde hair. "Sorry," he gave a half hearted chuckle. Her expression never changed. Standing, she grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms and put them on, well aware that Chad's eyes watched her the entire time. Her full ass bounced when she made a jumping motion as she tried to avoid stepping on a pen.She looked back over her shoulders, his sandy brown eyes shot her an apologetic look. She folded her arms and a geniuine smile emerged. "Its okay," she sighed. "I've just been really cranky." He laid back on her bed, "Oh, I noticed. You've had a stick up your ass for a few weeks." She flung a rubber band at him. "You can be a real dick." "I know. And speaking of dicks, when was the last time you had some. A good fuck would set you straight." She groaned. "Don't even start with me." Stalking across the tion and over to her desk, she hooked up her phone to its charger. "I'm just saying. Guys would sell their soul for a chance with you." She walked back over and pulled him up by the collar of his shirt, their faces hovered inches from each other. He inhaled her tropical scent and smirked. "You never knocked," she said, invading his personal space. She was so close, he could feel the heat from her body. "What?" he whispered. His eyes roamed over her. Taking a step back, she looked him up and down. Crinkling her nose, she repeated. "You never knocked." "Don't change the subject. You need some cock in your life." She tried her hardest to stay serious. He was like the kid brother she never had. "Hahaha!" she laughed, clutching her stomach in merriment. "What?" he feigned innocence. "You do. I'd gladly sacrifice myself." His face split into a grin and he stepped forward. "Ha! I'm not going to jail. You're young, Chad Johannes." Ugh. He hated when she called him by his full name. She gave him the nickname CJ when he was a kid and it stuck. The way it simply rolled off her tongue added to her hotness factor. "You know I turned 18 last week, perfectly legal. And ready." He cracked his knuckles and eyed her once more. She laughed again. It felt good to hear her laugh. "You and your hormones have entertained me enough today." She walked past him and grabbed her work clothes. "Gotta nice looking thing picking me up in a few minutes anyway, Bianca." "Good, Chad. You know, if you weren't so cute you'd be annoying." "So you do think I'm cute?" he shoved his hands into his jean pockets. "Of course, you're gorgeous," she honestly admitted. He blushed, "Thanks, babe," he gave her an enthusiastic smile and a wink. His phone rung. "Here's my date. Catch you later." He rushed forward and gave her a tight hug. She returned it and watched him leave. "I have gotta teach that kid about personal space," she mumbled, closing her bedroom door. Bianca cleaned up a little, then changed to work clothes. Her muscles were still a little sore from an intense cardio session that morning. Before deciding to work out twice a day, she felt sluggish and unfocused all the time.The grateful energy stretching and sculpting her muscles gave was welcome. She had even enrolled back in karate classes. Anything to take her mind off of David and his perfect world was welcome. After locking up, she jetted down the steps and burst through the front door. It was a tad too warm for December. There wasn't even any snow on the ground as she made her way to the bus stop. She plopped her headphones in and jammed to the latest Florence and the Machine album. She bobbed her head to the beat of her favorite song before a creepy feeling rolled over. Turning around, she jumped so hard, her phone almost went flying into the air. Leaning against an oak tree and glaring at her was David. "Oh fuck!" she yelled, grabbing her chest. That tantalizingly long and burly forefinger stroked his upper lip. He stared at her with nothing but a cold stance and fiery eyes. His anger was barely contained. "Hello, Bianca," he spoke calmly but his voice was laced with ice. His eyes ate her alive. She swallowed hard. "Hi, David." "I've been giving you the bell for a fortnight," he gritted his teeth. "And you've been ignoring me." "I haven't---" she started. He shot off the tree and hastily approached her. She didn't move a muscle. "That's rubbish!" he seethed. "You gutted me, my sweet." She could see the pain in his eyes. The confusion. A mental truck hit her: he cared. He also looked miserable. A scruffy patch of facial hair gave him a light beard, his eyes were a tiresome shade of red and his usually polished salt and pepper hair looked dull and uncombed as it swept past his ear. David's lips thinned, "My goodness! You look dreadful." She shrugged and looked at him with empty eyes. Her glow was gone, that infectious demeanor that captivated him when they first met seemed to have vanished. His poor girl. He stepped forward and pulled her into a tight embrace. She felt too light. It was then that he KNEW something was wrong. She held onto him as the smell of his natural scent hugged her. There was no place on earth she would have wanted to be at that moment. His arms provided such comfort. He pulled back so he could see her face, "What's the matter?" "Me," she pushed her tears down. "I'm the matter. And I don't think this will work out." A sadness clouded his eyes. "Why?" "We're too diff-- different," she sputtered. "And how do you even know you're my type or that I'm yours? This thing we're doing, what-what is it?" "I don't know," he sighed. "And I don't care, I'm happy when I'm with you. You, you've really charmed me, Bianca. But you're pushing me away." She pushed back and shoved her hands into her back pockets. "See?! Talk to me, gorgeous." "I don't mean too. I just, I've never done this before and I--. I just don't know anymore, David." "Can you do me a favor?" "What is it?" she asked. "Have tea with me tomorrow and let us discuss the nature of our relationship." "I told you I don't do relationships," she whined, leaning her head on the glass surrounding the bus stop. Their eyes locked and she could feel his anger. He threw her an aggravated look and turned to leave. Halting his movements about 10 feet away, she saw him run a hand through his hair then turn on his heel. He wasn't giving her up without a fight, the stubborn temptress. She didn't see it but he did, they were soulmates, and a love like their's was one in a million. He flew back towards her. With their bodies pressed against one another, the air left her lungs as their lips dangled. The effect he had didn't go unnoticed; he was getting to her. Bianca's once uncaring eyes sprang to life as he invaded her space. Their mix of emotions and sexual tension sizzled in the air. "I just need for you to know one thing, my love," that wicked smile was back on his lips as he grew excited with how deliciously vulnerable she looked. He loved strong women but there was something about a woman who needed him that sent his ego into overdrive. Her tainted eyes put up a fight. "What?" she challenged. He inhaled her scent before speaking, "I just want you to know that my need to get closer to you might seem frightening. I have....unusual techniques. But that's okay, because I'm a man. And I know what I want." She got lost in the spectacular light show that was his eyes; cuts of steel threatened to explode right before her. His tone was dangerous but enticing. He was even sexier angry. She tried to steady her breathing as moisture pooled between her legs. \I want you,\ he mouthed gently brushing against her lips. The slight caress of his skin against hers was like a cold gust of wind chilling her very soul. She groaned so low it came out as a silent whisper. He kissed the corner of her mouth and then stepped back. "Nine a.m tomorrow, no arguments, Bianca. And don't even think about running, because I will catch you," then David turned and walked off. She squinted her eyes at his disasppearing figure. "What are you doing to me, Crete?" she exasperated clutching her racing heart. Her bus pulled up and she hopped on, grateful that lunch with her best friend wouldn't get her as hot and bothered as a simple conversation with David. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* "Well, I like him," CoCo told her. "You need someone to put you in your place." "I don't wanna be put in my place." "What I mean is, it seems like he balances you out. That night at the club was the most relaxed and happy I've seen you since--" she hesitated. Bianca's eyes widened, cutting her off. "Have I really been this sad and miserable for the past eleven years?" "What? No! You drift sometimes, Bee. And we worry but we know its just your way." Bianca stared out the window. She couldn't even look at her barely touched salad. "I really wish you would've ordered a sandwich or something," CoCo complained digging into her own food. "I'm not hungry." "I can see. Bee?" Bianca looked back over.vA worried look engulfed CoCo's bright eyes. "Have you been eating?" "Yes," she nonchantly answered. "Don't lie to me, Bee. Have the dreams come back?" she asked. Bianca sighed, "I'm fine, CoCo." "No, you're not. Talk to me. Did you see her?" "Yeah. It only happens when I look in the mirror. I'll close my eyes and --" she stopped. CoCo reached over and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'm so broken, Co. What the hell does David even see in me?" "What did I tell you about that?! Stop it. You're fucking amazing, babe." She shrugged. She had never really felt amazing. At that very moment she didn't really even feel anything. "The day's gonna come when you're gonna have to let somebody in, Bee. You've been closing people out since we were kids. Whoever you choose is up to you but just know you WILL have to chose." "No, I won't," she countered with a smile. The first smile CoCo had seen in weeks. "I'm a black beauty and no one can tame me." CoCo laughed at her returning sense of humor. "Okay, black beauty. Whatever floats your boat," she retorted before taking a final bite of her cheesesteak. They talked some more before saying their goodbyes. Bianca's shift started soon. She walked to the employee lounge, phone in hand and made a phone call. "Hey, hot pockets," he cheerily greeted. "Hey, papa," she greeted back. "It was good seeing you last week." "You, too! Are you and Nana still having the dinner tomorrow? "Oh yes, baby. Your cousins are flying in tonight for it. Early birthday dinners are always nice." "Oh okay." "What's on your mind, sugar?" "Oh nothing. Just wanted to call and say 'hi' and that I love you." "We love you too, sweetheart. But I get the feeling that something's wrong?" She cleared her throat, "No, I'm good, grandpa. Honestly." "Hmmmhmm. Okay, baby. But you know ya old man isn't that far away. If you ever need to talk, I'm here," he sincerely told her. His voice warmed her heart. "I know, grandpa. Thanks. Give Nana my love. I'll see you tomorrow at noon?" "Alright, darling. Take care. Love you, hot pockets." She laughed, "Love you too, old man," then hung up. That same feeling coursed through her body. She loved her grandpa. He was the only man in her life who didn't constantly disappoint her. She tucked a single stranded braid behind her ear and got ready for another tedious day of minimum wage work. Just then a thought hit her. She needed a change. A new challenge. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* "I'm in love with her," David whispered like a secret. He stared over his computer and outside towards the waiting sunset. Marc looked up from the newspaper. His eyes were wide with shock, "Love?!" "Yeah," David smiled at his confession. "Think for a second about that." "I don't have to, mate. I love her. Its only been thee weeks but I KNOW I love her." "What about Debra?" Marc was referring to one of the many ladies David had wrapped around his finger. "Broke it off with her. And Tracy and Val and Gloria." "When?!" Marc asked. "Last Monday, after the trial. Called them and ended it," he sat back with a grin as he thought about his dear Bee. "I can't believe you dumped Debra. Wasn't she an Olympic gymnast?" "Yeah," David thought for a second. "No worries. This one is worth it. She's putting up a hell of a fight though." He ran a hand through his hair. "Don't scare the poor girl," Marc joked. "Don't worry. She's a tough one," he smirked before pressing send on the email. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ "Two hundred!" she yelled. Her back hit the ground softly. She panted, trying to catch her breath. Her chest rose then fell in great haste. After two hours in the gym, Bianca was utterly exhausted. She couldn't believe how fast time went by. Her thoughts were interrupted by a stinging sensation in her abdomen. "Oh God!" she silently whispered. Something was wrong. The soreness crept up on her in tenfolds. Everything ached. It felt like her body was shutting down. She tried to sit up but a heavy cramp bore down on her insides. She screamed in agony. Her hands flew to her midsection as she doubled over in pain. "Ahhhh!" she called out. The cramp intensified as several gym enthusiasts rushed over. "Someone call an ambulance!" was the last thing she heard before passing out. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Itty bitty black dots. In a tiny blue square. The image burned into the back of her eyelids before she summoned the courage to open them. The pale blue hospital room scared her more than the IV and other instruments inserted did. She hated hospitals. Sitting up, she noticed a black sports jacket draped over a chair near the bed. The door slowly opened and a bald Indian man stepped in. "Ms. Wilson, you're awake. Good," his thick eastern accent settled. "Where am I?" ""You are at the University of Chicago's hospital. You've been admitted for exhaustion and dehydration." "My stomach cramped up on me--," she tried to explain. "So badly that you passed out, and according to my chart, you were exerting you're muscles and running on an empty stomach with a severe lack of energy." "I feel fine now," she tried to sit up but her body still had a slight ache. "We've been pumping nutrients into your body. I've prescribed vitamins for you to take daily. We've also got a hospital shrink, if you need someone to talk to." His eyes stilled when they met hers. She shook her head, "No, I'm fine." "Very well. I would like for you to get some rest. It also seems as if you are struggling with stress related issues that has your blood pressure through the roof. If you don't get a handle on it, you can become very very ill," he looked back at her. "As soon as your friend returns we can release you." He abruptly turned and walked out. "What friend?" she called, a tad too late. Laying back on the hospital bed, an empty feeling once again, creep through her. She heard muffled voices on the other side of the door. A few minutes later it flew open. "Hey, love." He approached her with a relaxed smile. She sat up and opened her arms wide. He dove in and a hug that lingered on the bridge between friendship and true love balanced. He pulled back and she stared up at him.His tawny brown eyes rippled as he took her in. His first love. "Mamì, talk to me." She sighed then looked down. "Its back, Lane," she said above a whisper finally admitting her faults. Lanely pulled the chair closer to her bed. He sat up straight and leaned over. "It's gonna be okay, mi corazòn." "I'm sorry, I've been such a bad friend lately." He grabbed her hand, "No, No, Bee, stop blaming yourself. Tell me what's going on." She reached over and ran a hand through his wavy shoulder length hair. A habit she developed whenever they talked one on one. "I've drifted again," was all she could manage, twirling a strand around her finger. Her voice seemed mystical. "You stopped eating?" he asked. She nodded. "You look sick, sweetie. What on earth would make you think you're-----," he stopped as a single tear tainted her cheek. Her hand dropped and he pulled her into another hug. "What's wrong with me, Lane?" she sobbed. He gently stroked her back and whispered positive affirmations in her ear. "Its gonna be okay, Bee. Don't think you're alone, cause you're not. I'm here," he pulled back and used the back of his hand to wipe away her tears. They ceased for the moment, as his wide eyes bore down a heart warming compassionate gaze. "I haven't held you like this since we were 12. You're usually so strong, babydoll. What made you break?" She searched her brain for an answer. "The anniversary of her death was last week. And I just---. It brought back so much pain and--. Lately, I've been feeling unfulfilled, like I'm not good enough. I need more control over my life. I need to be thinner, faster, smarter." "Why, so you can run again?" he accused. She gasped, "You remembered that?" "Of course I do. You ran right into my arms that day." "I thought I'd never see you again, Lane." They stared at one another while the memory of her running away to find him burned through their vision. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \* 11 years earlier\* "Moved?!" she screamed at CoCo through the phone. "Bee, he left yesterday. You never called us back," a high pitched CoCo responded. "He can't leave, Co!" "He and his family moved into that big brown house on Green and Halsted. Its only 5 blocks away. But, Bee......" She dropped the phone and ran. She knew exactly where the house was and she had to see him. She jumped into her converses, threw on the hoodie he had bought her from Disney world last year and left the house. It was almost Mine o'clock and if her grandparents knew she was leaving out so late, they'd have tanned her hide. But she needed to see him and as soon as her feet hit the concrete, she ran. Then the rain started and she became invincible. The twists and turns of her neglected neighborhood bore no competition for a sharp, young agile mind. She turned a corner and willed herself not to slip as she fuddled her steps then hopped over a puddle. Stopping on the corner of Green and Halsted, she climbed the steps. The heavy rain poured down with no remorse. Sharp raindrops bruisef her face and drenched her clothes. Bianca didn't know what she was gonna say to him, she just knew she had to see him. As she climbed the steps, she picked up speed, eager to reach her destination. All of a sudden the door flung open and there stood a very surprised Lanely. He quickly opened the adjoining screen door and she fell into his arms, weeping. "Oh Lane!" she cried out. He closed the screen door and used his left foot to swing around and close the front door. "Bee, what's happened?" he wildly asked. Thank goodness his parents were away at relatives for the night. Being an only child came in handy. He ushered her up the stairs to his room and peeled the soaking wet hoodie off. She wouldn't stop crying. The soaked tee clung to her young body. As did her waist length curly hair. She looked so fragile. He shuffled around the room as she stood shivering in his bathroom doorway. After pushing basketball shorts and a short sleeved shirt into her hands, he pushed her into the bathroom and closed the door. His heart beat a mile a minute as he waited for her to step out. He ran a hand threw his short brown hair. Seeing his room in disarray, he quickly tidied up until the bathroom door opened. She calmly walked out, cradling her old clothes then threw them in his hamper and looked up. Their young eyes met and he froze while she walked over and sat next to him. "Lane," she started. "I thought I lost you, too." His hand grasped her face. "Never, Bee! I was gonna come visit tomorrow, I told CoCo to call and give you my new number. I wouldn't, I wouldn't just leave you, Bee," he told her. Her eyes softened, "You wouldn't?" "No!" Pulling her into a hug, he stroked her back and smiled. The rain couldn't wash away that coconut and flowery smell he loved about her. She held him tight. "You're my bumblebee. And I---I---I," he paused and pulled back. Her deep eyes squinted at him, confused as to what would come next. "I love you." Her eyes popped. "Love?" He shrugged a thought away and leaned forward. His brown lips puckered up as he kissed her. Her eyes grew wider and they stilled for a few seconds, her heart shaped lips smushed against his brown ones.The innocence and treasure of their first kiss. He snapped back and tried to gauge her reaction. She just sat there staring through him. Her hands reached up and she ran a hand through his hair. "I love you too, Lane," she looked over into his eyes. "You're the best friend I've ever had." She'd deal with the consequences later but for now she just needed comfort. She needed him. She moved into his bed and beckoned him to cuddle with her. He shut off the lights and climbed in. "Hold me," her voice quivered. His arms stilled then he wrapped them around her. He stroked her hand and sung her favorite song as she silently cried herself into the deepest sleep she ever had. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ (Present) He couldn't help the way his heart did cartwheels whenever he was around her; the way her hugs sent shivers down his spine and made his face grow red hot. Lanely knew it was deeper than he'd like to admit, it was a crush when they were kids but now, now he knew within his heart it was love. Looking back to Bianca, he caressed her cheek, "You're always gonna be special to me, love." "Did you know I was coming?" He nodded. "CoCo called me. God, I can still hear the screech in her voice." She laughed and soon enough he joined in. After a few minutes it ceased and they continued to stare at each other. "The doctor said I can leave whenever," she reminded him. He stood and grabbed his jacket. "I'm gonna have a couple more words with him while you get dressed. I'll be waiting outside," he told her. She watched his lean brown figure leave. After dressing, she couldn't help but glance at herself in the mirror. She blanched as her once bubbly eyes looked weak. She straightened out her posture before squinting at herself again. She lost control just for a second and vowed to never let it happen again. Oddly enough, the only person she could think of at that moment was David. "Fuck!" She scolded herself. She was in deep. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Her hand made a slithering motion as she let it wave in the wind and the breeze curled through her fingers. The night air felt nice. They gently sped down the street in his sleek Lexus. Lanely made a left on the corner of King Drive. "You're not taking me, home?" she asked. "Nope, you need to clear your head." After a few more minutes they pulled in front of the all too familiar 2 story home. "I'll see you tomorrow." She grinned and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Definitely. And thanks Lane. I love you," she whispered in his ear. Grabbing her belongings she eased out of the car and towards the house. He watched her go, his cheek still burned with that kiss. "She's mine, Crete," Lanely mumbled driving off. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \Hoped you enjoyed this chapter and that you'll stay tuned to the rest of Bee and David. All comments and feedback are appreciated. I hope to have Chapter 5 out by this time next week-CoCo\**
Frankenstein	75,695	4.51	128,330	[ "wedding bed", "monster" ]	Frankenstein, the lost journals. Hampton-on-the-bay, Dec. 18, 18--- It is with much foreboding and dread that I set these words to paper. For many years since my encounter with the mad man, Victor Frankenstein and his abominable creation in the frozen North, this story has weighted heavily on my soul and tugged on my sanity. But this is the story as it was originally told me by Doctor Frankenstein, shortly before his passing, Rest For His Soul. I had thought the tale too sorted to sent down in my original manuscripts, so certain events related to me by the dying man were revised for the sake of all that is decent. However the story he told to me has left pictures of the unfortunate events seared into my mind, to the point of insanity. Those few who have read my previous epistles may well remember how my ship and I, marooned in Northern ice, were chanced upon by an Englishman, a doctor, Victor Frankenstein and his murderous creation, the creature he had animated from dead flesh. Both ultimately ended their miserable existence in the icy sea, but not before Frankenstein had imparted his tale of dread to me. He related how in an act of vile murder the creature had strangled the betrothed of the doctor, and how he had pursued the monstrosity across the world and finally into that frozen wasteland, where we discovered them and I was told his grim tale. This the is the actual tale related by the dying man, which I have carried these many years, may God have mercy on my soul. Robert Walton Well did I remember the creatures threat, “I will see you on your wedding night.” and I did not expect to live the remainder of the eve. Elizabeth and I took lodging in an hotel not far from the piers and prepared for our first night of wedded bliss. My darling cousin! How she made my loins turn to fire! In spite of my dread, I felt myself responding to her playful flirting as we settled in for the night. I was insistent that the doors and windows be bolted and locked, which she made much fun of. After checking my precautions not once, but twice, I felt at ease enough to join my beloved cousin on our bed. Elizabeth was undressed and covered by a single sheet as I removed my breeches and blouse. My heard was pounding in my chest as I gazed upon her beauty. Her hair was like spun gold and her eyes the color of the clearest sky. The milky white flesh of her neck and shoulders flowed down to abundant breasts, also of the lightest complexion. Her rapid and deep breathing caused those breasts to rise and fall under the sheets, beckoning to me, summoning me to my paradise. All thought of the vile beast that pursued me was gone from my head. I had thoughts only for her, my beloved Elizabeth. I had removed my clothing and was rewarded by a gasp from my prone lover as my erect manhood sprang into view. I bent over her and kissed her, brushing the sheets from her chest with my hand. I slide atop her and started to enter her body. Suddenly I felt a presence in the room and heard a gasp from Elizabeth. As I started to look up, A hard blow struck my head and I was rendered unconscious. I regained my senses a short time later. How long I have no way of telling, save that it was long enough for me to be tied setting up in a chair, my hands bound behind me and my ankles pulled back and lashed to the back legs, my genitals exposed. As my vision cleared I saw the horrible, misshapen form of my misbegotten creation, setting on the bed. Elizabeth was there with him, tied to the four corner posts by stout cords. The fiend was holding her head up and giving her drink from a wine bottle. He noticed my alert state and, setting the bottle down on a small table, walked over to where I was tied. “I promised you, my creator, that I would see you this night. Tonight I will take more from you than your pathetic life! You refused to make me a mate so I will take yours and use her as my own. Even now, the strong aphrodisiac that I prepared for her is having its effect. Soon she will be mine and you shall have the miserable fate of watching her be taken.” The huge head, with its white teeth and black lips withdrew from my sight, and I hear the monster walk across the room to the bed where Elizabeth lay in a state of near senselessness. I saw him towering over her, gazing at her naked form as he released her bonds. Freed, she made no effort to flee, only gazed up at him with a vacant stare. Oh my beloved! If only I could save you from you fate! The creature then removed his cloak and blouse, revealing his massive deformed torso, covered by that green-gray skin and rippling with vein and muscle. I felt horror run through me as the hideous beast then removed his trousers, his penis already hardening. The size of a man’s forearm, and throbbing with a life of it’s own, it stood nearly straight out from his rippling abdomen, pulsating with lust for my new bride. I could scarce stand to look upon the scene, yet was powerless to look away. On to my wedding bed, he crawled, parting my Elizabeth’s thighs with his huge hands, caressing them as he moved his over sized body onto her petite form. I found myself near to vomiting with fear as he guided his penis towards her tiny pink womanhood. My setting position had been well chosen as no detail of the horrific events before me was to hidden from my view. I saw how his lust flowed from the tip of his penis and hung in strings to my beloved’s tender pubes. The creatures cockhead, nearly the size of a large apple, touched the lips of her vagina, drawing a moan from Elizabeth, the first sound I had heard from her. Hunching his hips, the fiend drove forward, attempting to drive his huge length into her. As he pushed, I heard a noise begin to issue forth from my cousin’s throat. It started low and soft and quickly built to a sobbing cry as the creature battered at her opening. Unable to enter her, he withdrew and settling onto his haunches, inserting instead a finger, longer and thicker than my penis. Instantly, Elizabeth’s legs parted, giving the probing digit access to inner most parts. I watched, horrified as the vile creature plunged his finger in and out of her increasingly wet hole. I could scarce believe my ears when I hear Elizabeth’s gasping cry of ecstasy. My heart pounded in my chest and in a state of madness a wave of arousal settled over me. I felt my manhood begin to stir as I watched my creation position himself to enter my wife. I watched with mounting lust as this time her lips spread and allowed his throbbing cockhead entry. My own penis lurched to full erection as I saw his huge tip disappear into Elizabeth’s crotch. A loud moan escaped her lips, of pain, or pleasure, or a mixture of the two. Her breath was harsh and loud, as if she were competing in some great athletic endeavor, and shuddered as the fiend drove deeper into her. From where I sat, I could see their loins locked together, his weapon piercing her core, opening her wider than I would have thought possible. Several inches of his penis were embedded in her belly, and many more were remained unsheathed. My own cock was throbbing in the air with its unholy desire. I was unable to look away as he began to saw back and forth into her, Withdrawing until the over-sized head was nearly visible and then thrusting in as far as she could take him. Her moans were loud and timed to each movement of his length, in or out. I watched with mounting desire as my hideous misshapen creation and the woman I loved coupled with ever-increasing passion on my wedding bed. I heard my brides moans become screams as the truly monstrous cock within her brought her to orgasm. I felt a stream of precum bubble out of the tip of my cock and run down the pulsating shaft. My arousal was complete and my lust demanded release. Bending forward as far as possible, I trapped my hardness between thighs and belly, groaning myself at the pleasure. On the bed, the hideous coupling of monster and woman was reaching a crescendo. I heard a grunt issue from the creatures black lips, a short, low sound that caused my heart to race. His climax was approaching! I redoubled my efforts at my makeshift masturbation as I heard another moan from his mouth, longer and more forceful than the first. Elizabeth also gave voice to her pleasure as the squeaking of the bed increased in speed. My heart raced as I watched the creature’s buttocks hunch into Elizabeth’s body, powering his penis into areas of her I could never reach. I listened in rapture to her sobbing climaxes, rapid now, and more powerful than any I had ever given her. Harder and faster, he plunged his huge penis into her open, oozing vagina, nearly half of his horse-like length filling her. I rubbed my swollen cock by hunching by hips back and forth as I bent forward on my trapped member, the intense arousal fueling my need to ejaculate. I could make little movement in the position I was tied in, but only a small amount of friction was necessary. I was being driven to climax by the scene before me. The creatures gasping grunts now took on a new urgency, as did the breathless panting of my wife beneath him. Cries of “Oh!” and “Awwhh!” escaped Elizabeth’s parted lips as she doubtless felt the immense cock swell within her. I saw a look of disbelieve and intense pleasure-pain wash over her as suddenly the creature shook as spasm wracked his body. I saw Elizabeth lift her tiny ass to meet his thrust as his orgasm over took him. A long beast-like growl issued from the fiend as he emptied his seed into the deepest reaches of Elizabeth’s womb. I saw nearly three quarters of his penis go into her as they pushed together, Elizabeth sharing his climax with one so intense that the creatures sperm and her own juices were expelled in a gushing stream that wet the mattress and filled the room with the smell of her aroused sex. Having spent himself in her, the creature attempted to withdraw his penis. I watched as he slid back from Elizabeth’s body, but was unable to pull his huge length free of her. Nearly dragging her body down the bed, he grunted and pulled, until finally, with an audible popping sound, his organ, the head now swollen to the size of a man’s fist, pulled loose from it’s fleshy prison. A flood of semen flowed from my beloved’s wrecked cavity. So enlarged was she that, from my vantage point, I could see up into her and could see the opening to her womb. Great quanitities of sperm flowed out to form a puddle on the mattress of my wedding bed. Settling back, the foul fiend looked with amusement at my beloved Elizabeth. She moaned and reached for the fleshy length that had just violated her. I was shocked to see her take it in hand, rubbing and stroking it’s massive stalk and mushrooming head. Her hands were too small to circumvent it’s girth. Releasing his cock and placing her hands on the creature’s chest, Elizabeth pushed him back to a prone position on the bed. I was again amazed as I witnessed her rolling on top of his huge, shaggy form and guiding the monster’s penis to her mouth. It was far too large to place in her mouth, so Elizabeth kissed and licked her way up and down the length of it, paying special attention to the swelling glans. Mesmerized, the creature lay motionless for a short time and then responded to her oral administrations by thrusting towards her mouth with his hips. When the organ was restored to it’s full nearly inhuman size, Elizabeth mounted the fiend and sank down on his weapon, impaling herself on it with a loud grunt. I watched as the opening of her vagina stretched over the massive head and then slid on down the veiny stalk. When Elizabeth had lowered herself as far down it as she could, a shudder ran through her petite body as another orgasm overtook her. She paused briefly until it passed and then began to thrust back and forth on the huge cock. With each movement, she moaned and sobbed. My own organ, minuscule by comparison, was by this time leaking profuse amounts of precum onto my lap and thighs, but my climax was unobtainable. I was not able in my bound state to apply enough stimulation to gain release. Faster and harder they coupled as both once again reached fulfillment. Elizabeth sounded barely human as she shrieked from one orgasm to the next, with barely a breath between them. She thrust down hard on the massive length of cock that stretched her to the point of tearing, the mangy fiend beneath her thrust upwards equally hard as his black lips drew back in a savage snarl. I could hear his ragged breathing become gasps as his organ suddenly spasmed in Elizabeth’s belly, filling her with his sperm once again. I watched as the vile fluid leaked from her, oozing past the thick penis that was plugging her opening with its girth. At the sight of his lust spewing forth, my own penis quivered and shot its fluid forth, nearly causing me to pass out from the force of my orgasm. The white stream shot across the room and landed on Elizabeth’s back as she threw her head back in a convulsion of ecstasy. Slumping forward, Elizabeth stayed impaled upon his length. I saw how she quivered around it, her intimate flesh pulsating with orgasm after orgasm. Her rippling vagina forced the softening penis from her depths as she continued to experience after-cums. I witnessed the large head being expelled from her, exiting with a pop and a fresh wash of sperm. It appeared as if nearly a quart of the monsters seed was released, so great was the deluge from her. It hung in strings from the stretched lips of her vagina, which were obsenely opened. My beloved Elizabeth! Would my own organ ever serve her again? Surely, the fiend had ruined her for me, so distended was her sex! Yet, at the same time, I desired to enter her, as the creature had done, and release my again growing lust into her. Laying her head on the creatures massive chest, Elizabeth slid her hands down to her crotch, down to the site of their unholy union, to her reamed sex and its fluid dripping lips, which now were open like a double stable door. She rubbed the opening where the creatures large penis had penetrated her and where his fluids still remained. I saw her fingers slide into her cavity and then back out as if in disbelief at the events that had occured. She rubbed herself again across her mound and then inserted her hand inside her self. As deep as her wrist it went, and with ease she took it. Upon removal, it was coated with the beast’s sperm, which she proceeded to rub into her breats and then, moving her hand to her face, lick. Long strings of the thick fluid hung from her lips as she ate the vile seed of the fiend. He looked at me, his leering grin cutting through my soul like a knife. My wife was his, and his alone. “As I forewarned, so it is, my creator.” The huge shaggy head was now just inches from my face, it’s leering grin a mockery of my humiliation. “Live and know I have had mt revenge.” With that, the creature, my creation, pulled on his garments and left the room. I listened as his footsteps faded to nothing before I attempted to free myself of my bonds. The ropes were old and supple and yielded very slightly, but my desire to be free of my restraints was great and with much effort, loosed myself. My wrists were scrapped and raw, but I paid little heed. My sole desire was my bride, now swooning and motionless on our honeymoon bedding. I cradled Elizabeth in my arms. She was limp, but moaning softly. I could smell the sex on her, the sharp smell of fresh semen, and her own passionate scent. My lust was still great, and my penis still erect. I laid my senseless cousin on our bed and spreading her legs, crawled between them and entered her. Her sex was dilated and offered no resistance to my entry. I plunged full in, and felt the great space within her that I could not fill. My only sensation was the incredible heat radiating from her orifice and the slippery ooze of the fiends fluids, which dripped from her sex. I exploded into her as soon as I was completely in. Her eyes snapped open as my penis expelled it’s lust within her, drenching her cavernous cunny with my load, miniscule though by comparison with the ones delivered prior. Her eyes locked on mine and with horror I heard her rasp these words, “Your seed is useless to me for I am already with child. The child of your creation grows within me. I am no longer yours, dear husband.” With that, Elizabeth pushed me away and rolled to her side and resumed her seemingly senseless state. I was overcome with dread at what had transpired, and knew that she had spoken the truth. My creature had taken the ultimate revenge, cuckholding me on my wedding night and impregnating my wife. At this thought, an even deeper fear overtook me. His child! The godless fiend had sired a child. It must not be born! For the sake of future generations, I must end the demonous gestation. Nearly senseless with rage, I threw my self upon Elizabeth, hands circling her white throat, fingers crushing her flesh inward as the life was strangled out of her. In minutes, the deed was done, but still I held on, choking the lifeless body as if I could some how kill her even more. Finally, I regained my senses enough to realize what I had done. Murder! I had to hide her corpse. The old inn had many exits and it was no problem to wrap her limp body in a rug and carry it out a back doorway. I quickly found the waterfront and a rowboat unattended. An hours row and I found some heavy stones with which I weighted the body of my spouse and then rowed to a deep area, where I pushed her remains overboard. I left that night for Genova, swearing revenge on my misbegotten creature, vowing to hunt him to the ends of this earth and on to the next. This is the tale told to me by Dr. Frankenstein, shortly before his passing and I fear that it is truthful in everyway. The doctor killed his wife not the creature as I had previously written and I believe that that act had driven the man completely insane, insanity cured only by death. And of the creature? Of him there has been no report. Does he live on to this day or did he perish in the frozen waste? God alone knows Capt. Robert Walton, retired. Hampton-upon-the-Bay, 18--
Don't Judge Me Ch. 01	45,028	4.79	1,852,864	[ "tied", "panty", "gagged", "police", "mob", "criminal", "handcuffed", "gym", "sexy", "shower" ]	Disclaimer: Like all lit stories this one would fit in multiple categories. This story has light playing between friends, exhibitionism, and lots of light bondage. If those aren't your thing, stop now and find another story. \\\\\* (Estrella) "ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?" I screamed. I looked around the room and nobody was smiling. This can't be happening, there was no way this was happening. Shaking my head, I yelled, "NO, NO FUCKING WAY!" Nobody moved as I glared at my ex-boyfriend Brent. He shrank from my anger but didn't say anything and looked around the room. There were three other men and they'd just made me an offer that was so insulting it was hard to think straight. I focused my attention on "Nicky Mouth" the leader of this little scenario, he was dressed in black slacks and a silver button up shirt with a black jacket, the clothes fit him too well not to have been tailored. He was medium height, slightly chubby with short thick grey hair, thick eyebrows and dark beady eyes that watched me, he never moved during my rant but just stared at me with cold dead eyes. Breathing hard from being so mad, I matched his stare for minutes before he casually glanced at the man on his left and nodded his head. I swear the two men on either side of him were half gorilla, both wore dark sweat suits and had thick gold chains around their necks, they each had short black hair and similar dark features. I mentally named them thug one and two, they had arms as big as my legs and I was sure their combined weight was closer to 600 than 500 pounds. They casually moved to Brent and thug two placed his hands on his shoulders, it almost looked like a fatherly gesture if the air wasn't so filled with menace. My heart sped up and I clenched my fists. I started to say something but Nicky just held up a finger. Thug one carefully reached down and gripped Brent's wrist and brought it up, he then reached in a pocket and produced a collapsible baton and with a flick of his wrist opened it. I moved forward an inch but the thug with his arms on Brent's shoulders narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. I froze, spellbound as Brent whimpered but didn't move and I knew if I interfered things would get much worse. Nicky was impassive as thug one brought the baton over his head and down in a bone shattering crash between his elbow and his wrist, I flinched as he screamed in pain and both thugs released him. I ran to him as he held his arm sobbing. "I'M A FUCKING COP YOU ASSHOLES." "I know," said Nicky. "Why don't you ask your boyfriend if he wants to file a complaint." Brent was shaking his head no as I cradled his arm. I knew he'd never say a word against them but I was just now understanding the danger we were both in. I realized that they knew exactly who and what I was when I'd been brought here and they didn't care. As a cop I knew of Nicky as a capo of the Bonanno crime family, dangerous didn't begin to describe him. "Fuck you, you fucking assholes." They all remained silent as I tried to tend Brent's arm. We didn't have a sling or bandages or anything so there wasn't much I could do. I got him to stand up and took a step toward the door when thug one stepped in my way. Looking at Nicky I said, "I'm taking him to the hospital, he needs medical attention." Nicky gave a small shake of his head, "I think Brent wants to stay with us, don't you Brent?" Brent whimpered and started to answer, "I... I." Ignoring Brent's attempt at speech Nicky continued, "Otherwise we'll have to go looking for you," he paused then emphasized the next words carefully, "maybe at your mom's house, or your sister's. Who knows who we'll have to talk to if we can't find you?" Brent's face drained of blood as he shook his head, "I'll stay here Estrella, I'm good." Frustrated I looked around the room, we were in the lowest level of a five-star hotel in New York. There were heating units and laundry machines all around us but nothing that would help us, I didn't have my gun or anything. The hum of machinery covered Brent's cries so nobody would hear us, nobody would come to our aid, and even if they did, I doubt it'd matter. With one sentence Nicky just told me what he'd be willing to do even if we managed to leave now. The irony in this whole scenario was ridiculous, I'd broken up with Brent three weeks earlier, but he'd called and asked me to meet him for lunch I agreed and we'd met outside on the sidewalk and then come downstairs to meet Nicky and his flunkies. I realized something was wrong with the whole scenario but I hadn't understood how wrong until too late. Apparently, Brent had gotten in pretty deep to a bookie and he was going to be an example if I didn't agree to a favor. Of course, said favor involved me being extra special friendly to an important business associate of Nicky's for the next few days. "And me?" "You?" Nicky asked, looking genuinely surprised, "Why officer, you're free to go anytime you want." I stewed, I knew I if I left now, I'd be unlikely to ever see Brent again. That suited me fine, in the year we'd been together he'd cheated on me, stole from me, and was what I generally believed the biggest mistake of my life. The problem was if I left, I doubted anybody would ever see him again. I looked sideways at him, Brent was good looking and had once had a very athletic body but he'd let himself go in the year we'd been together, always drinking with his buddies. He'd always been clean cut and his clothes immaculate but now he had a patchy beard and looked like he'd worn and slept in the same clothes for a week straight. "And if I do this?" "Then your young man will be forgiven and all will be well." "I also want assurance that he'll be denied credit forever, and I don't want to see him again. If he mentions me as an escape, I want you to make sure and break his fucking jaw." Nicky smiled, it wasn't friendly but it was understanding, he nodded. "For the record I broke up with this idiot weeks ago." Brent looked at me, "I'm sor..." "No," I snapped. "You don't get to talk, if you say another word I walk." Brent put his head down. "So, I want to know exactly what I have to do." Nicky nodded to thug one, he immediately came over to me. "Spread your arms." I did what he said and thug one frisked my body thoroughly, he wasn't shy as he felt my tits, ass, legs, and everywhere in between but he wasn't lewd either, despite my embarrassment thug one was professional as he checked me. He pulled my phone out of my back pocket, turned it off and tossed it to thug two. I turned bright red as he pulled up my shirt and brought it over my head leaving me in jeans and a sexy black bra. He kept the shirt but turned to Nicky and nodded while walking back to stand next to his partner. Nicky looked me in the eyes, "You will be the sexual plaything to a very important associate of mine for the next three days. If you fail, Brent will disappear, if you try to make an issue of this afterward Brent will disappear. You may be a cop and therefore killing you would be more trouble than it's worth. Brent is not, his family is not, there will be no trace to me and you will not be able to protect them all forever. Sooner or later one will disappear and you'll know why. So do the job, do it right, and you'll never see me again. I'll even throw in the favor of making sure Brent never contacts you again." He turned to Brent, "As of this moment you're cut off from credit and if I ever hear of you contacting Officer Cruz again... I will be displeased. Do you understand?" Brent whimpered and nodded. "Why me?" "My friend does not do whores, and since you are obviously beautiful, I thought you'd be a good fit for him. Plus, he's a little bit of a fitness freak." I nodded understanding, I was a novice bikini body building competitor and liked to work out six days a week. I stood 5'6" and weighed about 130 of toned strength. I'd probably be crazy with muscle but I was able to keep my curves feminine by the fact that my diet was horrible. I inherited my mother's black hair and light brown Latina skin tone and my father's blue eyes. I knew most men considered me very pretty. "When do we start?" "Now," he said. "Take off your pants." His words stunned me, "Now, you mean right now?" I looked around, fuck, I was about to get raped by Nicky and his thugs. I clenched my fists, I wasn't going without a fight. Nicky read my look and held up his hands, "Nobody here is going to touch you, my friend is staying in this hotel and I'll be bringing you to him. Now take off your pants or leave." I visibly relaxed but was weary, still, it wasn't like I had much options. When Brent had called me, I'd braided my hair, put on my tightest jeans with a sexy black top and black high heels and just to feel sexy I'd worn a sexy sheer matching black bra and panty set. I steeled my will and unbuttoned my jeans and peeled them down. I took me a second or two of balancing on one leg to get them off but afterward I looked at the thug holding my top and tossed them to him. "I want those back, and don't do anything creepy with them." It was like talking to a wall, he caught them but didn't say a word or otherwise move. I stood straight and faced Nicky, he had a smile on his face and gave me a nod as he looked at my body while I glared at him. "Good, good," he nodded. "Now turn around," he said. Blushing, I did what he said fully aware that my panties were a G-string. Heat rose to my face as I felt all three criminals' eyes on my ass. I glanced over my back and found all of them staring at my butt. Despite how pissed and humiliated I was I felt a small sense of satisfaction at the fact that I'd impressed them, ha, eat your heart out fuckers! "Put your hands behind your back," Nicky said. "What? Why?" "Because I'm going to handcuff you, he has a thing for this, like fifty shades of grey or something. Now shut the fuck up and do as you're told." My heart raced and I was near panicked, the thought of being handcuffed and at their mercy was terrifying, this could be some stupid trick to get me helpless so I could be gang-raped or sold to slavery or any number of other nightmares. I looked at Brent off to the side, I almost said fuck it and ran to the elevator but I understood if they really were going to do something else it was too late, I could never get away from them at this point. Resignedly I put my hands behind my back and felt the cool metal of handcuffs placed on them and ratcheted down. "Now open your mouth." "What..." As soon as I spoke a black silk sash was placed between my lips and wrapped around my head twice before they tied it off in the back. I shook my head trying to dislodge the gag but it was too tight and all I could do now was make little grunting noises. I glared at them but Nicky said, "Not sure if he's into gags or not but you talk too much and since we're about to bring you through the lobby and I don't want to hear any more of your lip it seemed prudent." Mutherfucker! I don't talk too much, I swear I would kill Brent for this if I ever saw him again. Wait did he say lobby? You've got to be kidding me. Thug one and two each grabbed an elbow and moved me toward the back elevator while Nicky led. Brent whimpered, "What about me?" Nicky looked over at him as if he'd forgotten he was there, "You still here? I'd suggest you disappear cause if I ever see your face again it'll be the last time anybody ever sees your face. Leave town." Then he turned away and we marched toward the elevator. I heard the ding of arrival and I walked on. The last image I saw of Brent, he was cradling his arm and slinking toward the outer stairs. He looked so pathetic it infuriated me, he gets a broken arm but I have to go whore myself out for him! I swear if he ever crossed my path again, he'd regret it. "Don't worry, I meant what I said, I'll make sure he never sees you again." The elevator was mirrored on all the walls and doors, my eyes flicked to Nicky's in the mirror, my emotions must've been too easy to read. I resolved not to show any more feelings. I stood straight, the bra and panty set I was wearing was a combination of lace and sheer panels that barely covered my tits on my C sized chest, it was easy to make out the dark circles of my nipples and if you looked close could even see the lips of my shaved pussy. We rode the elevator in silence to the ground floor. "This is a maintenance elevator, we have to switch to a regular one to get to the suite, I wish we could take this to the top but we can't. Don't act stupid and it'll all be over soon." I wasn't sure if he meant the whole scenario or just marching me through the lobby gagged and handcuffed in my panties but it didn't really matter either way. The door opened and we stepped out into the hotel lobby. It was decorated in rich dark wood and deep maroon fabrics, crystal cut chandeliers and ornate carved side tables beside lavish chairs. I barely took it all in as we marched past the dozen or so startled guests, a few raised their eyebrows but nobody said or made a move toward us. The employees I saw look up immediately looked down at whatever they were doing. We made it to the regular elevators and Nicky produced a card that he swiped on the call button. A small group of men who were waiting for an elevator open mouthed stared at me. I kept facing straight ahead but out of the corner of my eye I saw one pull out his phone and hold it making it was obvious he was taking a picture. "Dude, New York is so wild." Thug one never said a word but just walked over to him and casually covered the hand with the phone with his own. He'd made no threatening gestures so the idiot didn't comprehend until too late the danger he was in. Thug one squeezed the hand holding the phone till the man was red faced and whining. "Jesus, I'm sorry man, I'm sorry." Finally, thug one must've released enough pressure to let him slip his hand free but he kept the phone. The man nursed his hand as thug boy dropped the phone on the ground and brought his foot up to smash it repeatedly. "Aww man," the idiot said, as he nursed his hand, his two friends held up their hands in a complacent gesture as Nicky looked over at them. An impish impulse came over me and I faced the group directly, letting them see me completely, I shook my head no as I brought my hands from behind me to the side and held one finger up moving it back and forth in a NO gesture. I turned to show them my backside and glanced over my shoulder at them while wiggling my butt. The elevator dinged and thug one left them as we all moved to the elevator. I nodded bye to the group of idiots as the door closed. On the elevator Nicky looked at me for a few seconds with a smirk, "Own what you do." Then he turned away from me to face forward. I looked to the sides and noticed thug one and two each had a grin on their face. It seemed maybe they all had a sense of humor. The elevator dinged at the top floor and we exited to a small lobby and one door. Nicky knocked and glanced up at the camera next to the door while we waited, in less than a minute the door opened to a man. Dear lord, this is who I was being given to? He looked about high twenties in age, six foot, muscled with dark military cut hair and an inner strength that showed immediately. He was wearing dark slacks with a white short sleeved shirt that showed off his toned arms, he was very good looking with clean cut features but the darkness of a five o'clock shadow gave him a dangerous appearance. His eyes were brown with specks of gold and he had a long thin scar on his neck. I realized I'd been staring because thug two pushed me inside by the elbow. I followed Nicky as we moved to the inside of his suite. He walked to the center area with giant glass windows that looked out over the city, white leather couches, next to glass and silver tables adorned the room, I noted that he had a black handgun in a hip holster. Nicky took a seat and motioned to thug one, who moved to the small side bar and fixed a drink. "Chase, how are you? How have you been?" The man called Chase took a seat on the couch opposite Nicky and smiled, "I've been great, just working on some last small details." Nicky nodded, thug one handed him a drink of amber liquid in a crystal cut glass. "To what do I owe the honor?" "I come bearing gifts," Nicky replied. Chase looked at me as I stood there. "It's an interesting gift, definitely beautiful. Is it used?" I fumed on the inside, USED, USED, fuck you mutherfucker! I'll show you used! "Oh, that got a reaction, did you see her eyes?" Chase said. Laughing Nicky explained, "No, she's not 'used' in fact her name is Officer Cruz..." "What?" Chase exclaimed half rising, his hand moving toward his hip, both thug one and two moved their hands toward the inside of their sweatshirts. My eyes went wide as I grasped the fact that they were probably reaching for guns too, I was about to be at the center of the OK corral if this continued. "HOLD ON," Nicky held up his hand and raised his voice only slightly but everybody froze. "Chase, let me explain first." Chase looked hard at Nicky for a minute, then he glanced at me and uneasily sat back down, the thugs relaxed as Nicky lowered his hand. "Damn kids, you all get excited too easily, relax. As I said, I know you don't like used products so I took the liberty of finding you something special. A close friend of hers owes a significant debt, in order to make reparations she has agreed to take care of you till Friday." Chase looked dubious, "But she's a police officer." "Yes, but she's only a beat cop and she understands the consequences of her failure." Chase looked over at me, "Turn around." I turned to show him my ass and heard a low whistle of approval. "Well, I must say she is definitely a 10." I turned back around. "Till Friday you say?" Nicky nodded. Looking down Chase nodded to himself, "That could work" he said quietly. Looking back up, "Is her debt clear after this?" "Does it matter?" "If I choose to use her again it does." What? Fuck that you little weasel, nobody is using me again. Nicky thought for a moment, "Yes, her debt will be clear after Friday." Chase nodded, "Well, I guess I have till Friday then." Looking at Nicky, Chase asked, "And for this service..." Nicky held up his hand, "Compliments of the house my friend." Minutes later Nicky and thugs left and I was alone as Chase showed them to the door. He walked back into the room, looked at me for a full minute before turning and leaving into another room. He came back out with a small black leather duffel bag, then motioned me to the side where a decorative dark wooden table and three extravagant navy blue plush wooden chairs sat in a dining area. Past that was a room with a giant inground spa, at least I thought it was a spa, it could have been a small pool it was so big. Two iron pillars with latticed screens bracketed the entrance. The water was perfectly still and the clear water showed the white marble with black swirled trim on the sides and a shallow grade leading into the water. Motioning me to the pillars he set the duffel bag down and had me stand between them. "Are you hungry? Do you want me to get you something to eat? I was about to have lunch myself." I shook my head no as he uncuffed one of my hands. He simply nodded at my response and then cuffed my hand at head height to one pillar, he produced another matching black handcuff and then cuffed my hand to the other pillar, with my arms stretched wide I could just barely touch the pillars, I tugged at the restraints but there was no give at all in either the cuffs or the fixture. I stood perfectly displayed as he stepped back looking at me for a second before his doorbell rang. "One second," he said. I realized I should've told him I wanted to eat, maybe he'd have let me sit down, now it looked like I'd be in this position for a while. A young Latino busboy wheeled a silver tray in toward the table about six feet in front of me. His eyes went wide as he saw me but he never broke stride or said anything as he uncovered his meal. I blushed red as my predicament set in, arms stretched out, handcuffed, gagged in the sexiest black bra and panty set I owned. I could care less about being half-naked but the cuffed and gagged was an embarrassment. The busboy set out a plate with a steak and lobster tail, some asparagus and mashed potatoes with a small loaf of bread, he reached under the clothed cart and produced two bottles of Blue Moon beer which he set next to the meal. "You sure you don't want anything?" he held another small black bag. I almost nodded yes but I didn't want him thinking that I was anything other than an unwilling participant. He needed to understand this was simply a job to me so I closed my eyes and shook my head no. He shrugged and signed a paper for the busboy who gave one last look at me and quickly departed. Chase stood in front of me and reached behind, I felt the gag loosen and fall away. "Let's have a talk shall we." Dropping the bag in his hand to a chair he walked around me ducking under my arms and inspecting me, when he reached the front again, he grasped the front clasp on my bra and unsnapped it. I gasped as it fell away exposing my tits to him, my nipples became hard and I shifted in place. He casually found the hooks that kept the straps over my shoulder and undid them allowing my bra to drop to the ground. Again, he moved behind me and said, "Nice," as I felt a finger stroke my ass. Hooking two fingers into my panties he slid them down to my black heeled sandals. I hissed in reaction as he moved back in front and took a seat at his table. With a flick of the wrist, he snapped a white linen napkin out and placed it in his lap. He picked up a steak knife and fork and cut a small piece of the steak off. "Mmmmm, Kobe beef, medium rare, exquisite." "Have you ever had Kobe beef?" he asked. I shook my head no. "It's a particular brand of beef raised by the Japanese, grain fed and massaged, they have strict standards about what is considered Kobe." He chewed slowly as he studied me. I was acutely aware of my nakedness and squirmed a little under his intense gaze. Frustrated with myself I straightened and let him see me. I had what men referred to as a body made for sin. My ass had been voted "A work of art" by the fellow officers in my precinct, you'd think that nowadays guys wouldn't say things like that or they'd get hit with a sexual harassment charge but I had a habit of wearing tight black booty shorts to work out in so when I found out about the title it had apparently been unanimous with the girls too. I actually had more than a few propositions from both sexes but I was focused on making detective so I didn't want the drama of a workplace romance. They'd even somehow talked me into posing for a picture in our gym that they'd made into a poster and had me autograph so they could hang it for "motivational" purposes. On top of a great ass I had long muscled legs with thighs that were much thicker than most girls due to the fact I did squat and thigh workouts every other day. My stomach was flat and held good muscle definition without quite being a full six pack. My pussy was shaved smooth and was what most males called innie lips. My chest was a good 36C and my nipples were small, pert, dark brown and stood out when I was excited. Which was annoying me because they wouldn't go down right now proving on a certain level I was turned on, stupid body. "Let's talk." "About what?" I asked. "How did you end up here?" "You heard Nicky." "Yes I did, but that doesn't explain a few things." He reached for the bag he'd set on the chair beside him and ruffled through it before he pulled out my wallet. I realized the bag held my clothes and phone. He thumbed through the wallet and took out my ID card. "Estrella Cruz," he said, reading the name and looking at me. "For instance, you said he was no longer your boyfriend, so when did you break up with him?" "Three weeks ago." "And the last time you had sex with him?" I paused a while before answering, Chase was patient but I eventually spoke, "Three months ago. Why does it matter? Am I too used?" I asked sarcastically. Sudden fire came into his eyes, his voice became low and menacing, "Have a care, I understand your predicament but don't mistake that for giving a fuck. I don't mind strong, but I won't tolerate disrespect, if you keep that attitude up, I'll uncuff you, walk you to the door and you can leave. I'll let Nicky know you didn't live up to your bargain and you can deal with your own consequences." I swallowed, I don't know why but somehow, I'd made the mistake of thinking this man wasn't as dangerous as the others. "Do you understand me?" I nodded. "Say it." "I understand," I said quietly. "Good, now let's see if we can't make this less unpleasant for you. You say it's been a few months, did Nicky bring you clothes to wear?" I shook my head no. "Now see that's interesting, you say this Brent called you and told you to meet him here at a five-star hotel and you dress in very sexy and revealing lingerie." "I'm never getting back with him," I said. "I don't doubt that." "And I wasn't going to before this either." "I don't doubt that either, but maybe you thought he'd try and maybe you thought he'd get a nice room and a nice meal and maybe you thought you'd have one last romp of breakup sex." This man was entirely too smart for my liking. I knew Brent was shady and I did think he'd try something like the scenario he'd just described and it'd been a long time without sex so I had considered it and was probably willing to go with it. "That's not what I planned," I said. "No, but it seems like you took the consideration into possibility, which makes me assume you're at least a little bit frustrated sexually." I didn't say anything as we looked at each other, he smiled after a while and let the matter drop. "You also seem to be in very good shape, even for a police officer." "I'm a bikini competitor." He frowned at that, "Like in Hooter's or something." I rolled my eyes, "No like in it's a class of female body building." He still looked dubious so I continued, "There are five categories of female class body builders, Bikini, Figure, Physique, Fitness, and Bodybuilding." "Really?" Contemptuously I said, "Yes, I've never in my life or would I ever compete at a Hooter's." He pulled out an iPhone and tapped a few keys, "Well what do you know, you learn something new every day." He tapped a few more keys, "And look at this, here you are, and first place too." He looked up at me, "How many have you won?" "I've placed in six out of six competitions I entered, two firsts, one third and the rest seconds." "Well call me impressed, and I can definitely see why." He smiled as he looked me over yet again. "Is there anything I can do Officer Cruz to make this situation more palatable?" "Uncuff me, let me get dressed and walk out the door and tell Nicky I did my job." Chase shook his head no, "I don't think so, but if you relax you might enjoy it." "I doubt that." Chase just stared at me and finally put his napkin on the table and stood. He walked over to me and took a key from his pocket and undid the cuffs from the pillars but left them on my hands. He took my hand and walked me to his bedroom. This close I smelled a faint musky odor from him, it was a pleasant combination of leather and clean linen. The bed was huge, larger than a king size with engraved dark wood and metal vines weaving all around. There were dark red satin sheets, with a black silk comforter with hand stitched red roses covering it. He pushed me to the middle of the bed and moved between my legs before he moved my arms toward either corner vine and then cuffed them spread apart. I pulled against them but the vines must've been bolted or part of the bed because I couldn't get it to so much as twitch, I'd swear I was chained to a wall the bed had that little give. My sex was pressed against the smooth fabric of his slacks and my nipples were hard. My arousal levels had been going down as the casualness of our lunch conversation reduced my passion but now, they sprang back to life. Chase slowly pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. Despite myself I stared, he had smooth hard muscle across his chest and a flat stomach with light covering of black hair below his belly button. I had a flaring desire to see where that treasure trail went. He pushed my legs wide as he shifted his body lower, with a start I comprehended what he was about to do. I almost moaned in delight before his tongue even touched my pussy. Brent never liked eating me out, he thought it was nasty but he'd ask for a blow job every night of the week. I closed my eyes as I felt Chases' warm breath on the inside of my thigh, he teasingly licked the crease between my leg and my pussy making me moan. He traced his tongue up my crease, across the top of my pussy then down the other crease. He paused and I felt his hot breath against my lips, I tried to close my legs but he used his strength to keep them spread, his lips were soft as he kissed my mound repeatedly. Finally, he ran his tongue slowly up then down and back up again. I closed my eyes as the next minutes he spent focusing on using his tongue to bring me pleasure. Despite myself I writhed and twisted, gasping and moaning the whole time. He never kept his pace steady, he would increase his movement, thrusting his tongue inside of me, till my hips moved to his rhythm. Then he would let his licks become shorter, slower, deeper, and my hips matched his rhythm as I slow thrusted against him. He thrust his tongue even deeper inside of me, making me gasp and let out another groan as I tried to thrust my hips forward. My excitement was contagious and he doubled his efforts to please me pushing his tongue up and down the length of my pussy sending me over the edge as we both moved faster. His tongue found my clit and my world exploded into white light as my back arched and I cried out. He kept his tongue pressed against my clit as my body pulsed and trembled. After a minute, he released my legs and pulled away from me while I dazedly recovered from my orgasm. I lay watching as he hopped off the bed and unbuttoned his slacks. They dropped to the ground to reveal sexy black boxer briefs. He glanced at me and smiled as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and slid them down his legs. He stood up straight and motionless as I looked at his body. The light treasure trail beneath his belly button extended to short trimmed hair encircling his thick penis. It was obvious he manscaped which highlighted his above average size, right now he was rock hard and looked to be about nine inches of length. He moved toward me and I spread my legs to allow him easier access. I was still so wet after my orgasm that he slid into me without any trouble. We both held still as our bodies adjusted to one another, then he began to glide in and out of me. He bent his head down and licked my neck sending a shock of surprise through me. His chest pressed to mine as he alternated between light kisses and gentle nips on my neck. My moans were a constant noise as he pushed in and out of me. After a minute he pushed against me to lean back, I looked up at his incredible body as he gently put his hands under my knees and brought them up and together against his chest. He wrapped his arms around my legs holding them in place and used his thumbs to guide my ankles till they were over his shoulders. I whimpered when I understood what he was doing, the anvil was practically my favorite position because it allowed the shaft to go deep in my body. He slowly leaned forward till I was almost bent over and pushed into me deep and steady, slow thrusts that I swear went farther in me each time. I was mad with passion, thrashing my head and straining my body against him, usually with my strong legs I could push a man back in this position if I needed but with my arms cuffed, I couldn't gain any leverage. His powerful body kept me pinned with little effort, turning me on even more as he dominated me so fully. He kept this up for minutes and I felt myself building toward another orgasm as I lay sweating and thrusting against him. He opened a hand and showed me the handcuff key as he pushed forward and held himself still. I was desperate to keep fucking him but he was uncuffing me so I lay as still as possible, he flexed inside me and I whimpered and reflexively pushed back jostling him. "Better quit moving or you'll never be free." He flexed again and I had to bite my lip and clench my fists to keep still. "I really fucking hate you," I said. He laughed as one hand came free and I brought it around to grip his ass, he moved to my other arm and quickly unlocked that one too. He brought his hand over my legs and pushed them back down leaving us in missionary position while I used both hands on his ass to keep him pressed inside me. He bent down and pressed his lips to mine hungrily, I kissed him back with raw passion as he pushed deep inside me. He hooked one leg into mine and leaned over in a roll bringing me with him and placing me on top. Then he pushed me back till I was straddling him. He placed his hands on my hips and thrust up into me repeatedly. I loved cowgirl for making love, I placed my hands on his chest and gripped him with my legs. I took control of our speed as I bounced up and down on his cock. I pushed back and put my hands in my hair as I let myself be impaled on his manhood. Suddenly he stopped, I tried to move but he held my hips tight. "What..." I breathed. "If you're not enjoying it, feel free to get up and leave. I'll tell Nicky you did your job." I was speechless, I'd gotten so worked up I'd forgotten what I was doing but he reminded me forcefully. Fuck, it felt so good and it'd been so long, what was a couple of days, I wasn't breaking any laws or anything. "But if you stay, I expect that petulant little child attitude to disappear. I've got too much shit to do and too dangerous of a lifestyle to deal with stupidity. That means I want to enjoy you, not deal with a little girl who's mad at what happened to her." He reached up and pinched a nipple, I slapped his hand away. He pulled both hands away from me and let them drop to his sides. I looked into his eyes for a minute then I bent forward and grabbed his face as I crushed his lips to mine. Fuck it, if I'm going to hell, I'm going to enjoy it. With all restraint gone we crashed our bodies into each other, he didn't hold back as he grabbed my hips and thrust into me. Our kiss was raw desire as our tongues met and danced. I dug my nails into his body. One of his hands reached back and slapped my ass and I growled, he did it again and I thrust harder against him. I barely felt the pain as I gripped him tight. He kept spanking my ass until finally I cried out as my orgasm overtook me, he came a second later and I felt his body pumping his hot load into me. I threw my head back, arching my back and cried out as he came. One second stretched and I noticed everything in that moment, the sweat of our bodies, the musky smell of our desire, the smoothness of the sheets and the warmth of his skin, the way my ass was on fire from his spanks and strands of my hair were plastered to my face. I saw the skyline of the city outside his bedroom window, and red raw scratches I'd left on his chest. Time moved forward again and I fell limp against him. \\\\\* I woke and sat up disoriented in a strange bed. I immediately noticed the shower running and could see an open door to the bathroom. Memory came flooding back and I lay back on the bed. I quickly recounted the events of the last few hours. The clock on the wall showed it was five o'clock, had it only been five hours since this whole thing began? I contemplated getting up and putting on my clothes and making a run for it. Chase had already given me permission to leave without diming me out but truthfully, I'd enjoyed it so far and I told myself why take the chance he'd go back on his word. I suddenly realized my butt cheek was sore and I hopped up from the bed and looked at the full-size mirror on the side wall. My ass was bright red on my left cheek where he'd been spanking me during sex. I gingerly touched it and felt the warm heat of my skin. Strangely it brought a smile to my face as I walked to the shower. I paused in the doorway to watch Chase wash, his back was to me and he was rinsing his hair. His body was beautiful with a muscular back and shoulders without being too broad, and a light dusting of black hair on his toned legs. As he rinsed, he turned around and saw me, motionless we looked at each other for a minute until I broke the spell and walked to the glass door. I stepped inside as fog rolled past me, his shower was stunning, it was all black and white marble walls and glass doors, the floor was grey pebbled and his entire bathroom was as big as my living room. Everything was expensive looking, the dark wood cabinets with more black marble tops, the silver fixtures, there was even a giant screen television playing a basketball game on the far wall. The shower alone had a half-dozen waterfall nozzles and was probably as big as my bathroom. Wordlessly he took my hand and brought me underneath the warm water. Gently he pushed me in the center and let the water flow over my body. He took some shampoo that smelled like green apples and squirted some in his hand. He pulled my hair back out of the water and massaged the shampoo into my scalp. I closed my eyes as he proceeded to wash my hair thoroughly, afterward he took another bottle of body wash and continued to lather my body. His touch was gentle as he washed away the sweat and sex from before. His hands explored every inch of me, trailing down my legs and traveling up the inside of my thighs, sliding his fingers in the crevice between my legs, not lewdly just with courtesy and care. He cupped my breasts and ran his hands over my stomach, after he finished my front he moved to the back where he kneaded my muscles and scrubbed my ass. He took his time as the warm water ran over our naked bodies. Finally, he turned me around and grasped my chin, pulling me forward his lips met mine in a tender kiss. Our tongues danced as our bodies melded. I brought my hands around his neck as his cupped my ass. The kiss seemed to last forever but was still too short as we broke. After the shower we toweled each other off, once again taking the same care to dry each other as we'd used to wash. On a whim I took his hand and led him back to the bed, I gently pushed him down on the edge and straddled his legs. Looking him in the eyes I bent forward and licked the head of his dick. I ran my tongue in a slow circle around the head, teasingly taking my time. He closed his eyes and moaned while when I took him fully into my mouth. I loved the control when I give a blow job, it's so sexy to see a man get weak, watch his orgasm face, make him go crazy with lust! I used one hand to form a ring around the base of his dick with my fingers and rotated in slow circles as I bobbed up and down on his shaft. Every so often I popped my mouth off and gave cat like licks up and down his shaft. I rubbed his dick against my cheeks and across my lips while my free hand grazed my fingernails down his thighs. I twirled my tongue around the head of his dick as he gasped and muttered "Jesus Christ" repeatedly. I tried not to laugh as he thrust his hips up trying to get me to deep throat him again, ha, that's what I thought fucker, not so tough now are you? I owned his ass, he should thank god for this kind of treatment. I loved the power I had over him, I finally took him fully into my mouth again and deep throated. He thrust his hips up and I could tell he was getting ready to cum, I don't swallow so I started to pull away when his hand grabbed the back of my head. I squealed and used my hands to push away when he grabbed my wrists and rolled us both over, now his weight was on top and he pinned my arms above my head with one hand. I struggled and squirmed but his free hand entangled my hair and held me there as he pumped faster and faster literally fucking my mouth. I was furious and turned on at the same time. I never let a man cum in my mouth and this guy was about to force it. I tried to push against him but all we did was slide around on the satin sheets, I spread my legs to gain leverage and push up but I was helpless. My struggles were making him even harder in my mouth and an involuntary moan escaped me, I was so turned on my nipples hurt. His dick pulsed in my mouth and I felt a gush of his warm seed on my tongue. I sucked harder and had the satisfaction of hearing him cry "Oh fuck" as he continued to pump into my mouth. We were both locked in place as I kept sucking and I felt his body weaken, as if I was literally drawing the energy out of him. He finally let my hands go and relaxed his body so I flipped him back over while keeping his dick in my mouth. Now he was trying to pull away and I kept my lips wrapped around him. This is what you wanted asshole, deal with it. He tried to push himself away on the bed but I kept sucking and bobbing up and down. He cried out, "Enough, enough, dear god" as he collapsed. Satisfied that I drained him dry I opened my mouth and let my tongue slide up his shaft as I moved to straddle him. "Jesus fucking Christ," he exclaimed. "That's what you get you big jerk." We stared at each other panting, he looked down at my heaving chest, my nipples were still rock hard. "Have you ever done that before?" I shook my head no and his eyes took on a different light. Despite the fact that he'd just cum his dick had only softened a little, now he was looking at me with raw hunger and I saw his dick twitch. "So nobody has ever...?" I shook my head no again. He reached for my hips and I pulled away and rolled back off him, I moved toward the edge of his bed as he scrambled after me. I made a foot and most of my body off his bed but he managed to catch my ankle and pull me back making me shriek. He jerked my body completely back on the bed face down, I tried to push away but he straddled my back so I threw my elbow back to get him off. He caught it and twisted it till my hand was in the middle of my back so I swung my other elbow to try and get free. He caught that one too and in seconds had both hands pinned to the small of my back. I thrashed futilely as he easily held me, he grabbed my hair with his free hand pulled my head back causing my struggles to weaken. I was kicking my legs but that died as he dominated me. "Fucking asshole," I growled. "Maybe, even probably, but we both know it's turning you on." "Fuck you." I hated the fact that he was right, I'd never been challenged by a man the way he was challenging me. My body was on fire with passion at the way he was treating me. I don't want to be abused or have daddy issues or anything like that but the way he controlled me was breaking every barrier I ever held about myself. I prided myself on my strength but his skill and strength brought me down with ease. He was very quickly turning into a weakness my body couldn't handle. He held me tightly, not quite painfully with my head arched back and my hands pinned to my lower back. I felt him shift and his thickness entered me doggy style. I was embarrassed that I was so wet that he slid into me full length without any problem but I couldn't help how turned on I was. My legs again kicked futility as pushed deep inside me. "Fuck you huh? How about I do just that?" I tried to talk but he thrust against me and all I could do was groan. He changed from pulling my hair to grabbing my neck firmly and pushing my face down while still keeping my arms pinned. He proceeded to shove into me hard and deep as I lay pressed to the bed. I moaned and cried out in pleasure getting louder and louder as he grew harder and drove deeper. I must have gotten too loud because he released my neck for a second, shoved a pillow under my head and grabbed my neck again. I bit down on the pillow to stifle my cries as I lay helpless while he fucked me. Just to tease him I squirmed and struggled a little, every time I did, he strengthened his grip and thrust deeper making me bite harder on the pillow to smother my cries. Once I tried to pull my head back to tell him off but he shoved my face in the pillow and slammed extra hard into me making me cry out. His legs locked around mine till all I could do was wiggle my ass and squirm, having just cum I thought he'd last forever and he lasted long enough that I was starting to wonder if he might actually fuck me to death when unexpectedly his body locked and I felt his load inside me again. It turned me on so much that my own orgasm ripped through my body like lightning. I loved struggling against him and making him tighten up on me as I thrashed and he held me in place as my body pulsed in orgasm. We lay on the bed naked and panting looking at each other. "I really need to rest a little before we go another round." He looked at me and nodded. "Big jerk," I said, punching him on the arm. He raised his eyebrows in question. "I was saving that for my husband, I've never let a guy do that before." "Sorry," he said offhandedly, but I could tell by his grin he wasn't. "I've never actually done that before either." Now I raised my eyebrows. "It's true, no girl has ever made me cum from a blowjob so trust me, you're the first I've had swallow." I just narrowed my eyes and gave him a quick, "humph" as I got up. Inwardly I was exhilarated, I don't know why but I felt like a little girl that had just been told how good she did at school. The fact that nobody had ever made him cum with their mouth gave me ridiculous pride and turned me on yet again. I kept my face neutral as I said, "I'm going to take another shower and brush my teeth and then I assume you'll take me to dinner." "There's extras underneath the sink, I'll shower after you and yes we'll go to dinner." I stood in the doorway of the bathroom, "You're not going to join me?" "I thought you wanted rest." I nodded but once again a surge of pride went through me, he found me irresistible, ha, eat your heart out bitch! We each got ready and a half hour later I was getting dressed in my jeans and blouse. He'd changed to a blood red silk shirt and patterned silk tie with black slacks and loafers. I felt drab as he put on diamond cufflinks and a platinum watch. He looked up from dressing and for the first time since I'd met him, I felt embarrassed as I looked down at my clothes. "Hey," he said quietly. I looked up into his eyes. "Clothes don't make the person." I swallowed, he'd understood what I was feeling, I smiled. "But since where we're going does have a dress code and you need some clothes if you're going to spend some more days with me, I think we need to get you a few things." He walked over and grabbed his iPhone off his dark wood dresser and punched in a number. "Yes... Daniel, how are you today... excellent, I need a favor. I have a beautiful young lady staying with me the next few days and she's going to need a few things." He looked at me, "Dress size?" "Six." "Bra, panties?" Thirty-six C, medium." He repeated the numbers on the phone, "And we'll need a cocktail dress for tonight, black, sexy, ridiculously short if possible or at least backless." He laughed as the other party said something, "Exactly. Plus, two pairs of panties, two bras, a pair of shorts, t-shirt or blouse of some kind, one set of walking shoes, two sets of dress shoes... Yes, one of those will be for tonight." He looked at me. I looked back. Rolling his eyes, he pointed at my shoes questioningly. "Six." "Size six, oh yeah, and a white athletic sport bra and panty," he said to the phone. "Also have the car ready in thirty." I was a little intimidated by the laundry list of clothing he'd rattled off without a second thought and I almost protested the need to get me more clothes but two things held me back. One, I wasn't a totally willing participant in this scenario so maybe some new clothes would be cool. Two, as much as I had just enjoyed what he did I really didn't want him to take me home to get more clothes and find out where I lived. He listened for a few more seconds and hung up the phone, looking at me and then his watch, "Hurry, we can't dawdle, need to get a move on. Walking toward the door he grabbed my arm in stride and walked through the suite without a backward glance. On the elevator he started texting and ignored me. I felt self-conscious just standing there with him oblivious, so to amuse myself I began to make weird faces at him just to see if he'd ever notice. He hit a button and snapped the phone to his ear and looked over at me just as I had my eyes crossed and tongue stuck out at him. Mortified I wiped the look off my face while he stared at me with a mystified expression. Somebody answered his call and he turned from me and whispered a few sentences. I only caught a few snatches of mostly, "uh huh," and a final "just do it" before he hung up. He faced me fully with a quizzical expression, "You're not on any medication, are you?" Giving him my best innocent look while pretending not to know why he asked I shook my head and answered, "No, why?" Still studying me, "No reason, just wondering." I faced forward as if nothing was out of the ordinary and the elevator dinged and the door opened to the first floor. A man and a woman both dressed in business casual stood in front of us. "Daniel," Chase said, while reaching out to shake the man's hand. Daniel smiled and took the hand then introduced the girl on his left, "This is Monique miss, if you'll just follow her." I smiled as Monique took me by the arm and guided me away. In seconds we were in a classy boutique attached to the hotel. Beautiful dresses lined the walls and we stood at a raised marble dais with two chairs on either side and three full length mirrors standing before us. The two side mirrors were angled to allow a person to see an outfit from as many angles as possible. "You need a sexy cocktail dress?" Monique asked, she had a slight Italian accent and was drop dead gorgeous. A blonde with a thin model's body I instinctively wanted to hate her but she was so nice and humble I warmed to her instantly. I nodded and she held up a dark blue velvet dress. "I was told black but I think this dress would look stunning on you." I nodded as my eyes glistened, I'd never owned anything so pretty. It was a simple soft crushed velvet dress with spaghetti straps. She took my blouse and raised it over my head helping me out. I was in shock and remained still as she unzipped my pants and slid them off my legs, she unhooked my bra and left me standing in my panties. "You'll need to remove those too," she said. I nodded and mechanically slipped them off as she handed me the dress. Just then I heard Chases' voice as he rounded the corner with Daniel beside him "Have the rest sent to my suite and make sure to take care of Monique." Daniel nodded and they both looked up at me. I froze with the dress in my hands, I didn't quite have my full back to them but nonetheless they were both getting a great view of my ass. Neither man so much as twitched at the sight of my nudity. I expected Daniel to at least try to look away but he looked at Monique and me as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Chase saw me staring and rolled his fingers in a hurry up motion, "The clock is ticking you know, I'm hungry." I nodded and faced forward while slipping the dress on, I could see them both in the mirror so Daniel was at least getting a partial view of my tits too. "Hello Monique," Chase said. "Hello sir, I hope you don't mind, I took the liberty of changing the requested color." The dress slipped on my body and into place as if it'd been made for me. The fabric clung to my body and highlighted my own curves. I knew I was considered pretty but I looked stunning in this dress. I struck poses at various angles to see how it looked. The right side had a slit up to mid-thigh that went beyond daring. If I wore panties with his thing on the world would definitely know what color. Monique came forward with a matching silk choker and tied it around my neck. "Excellent choice Monique." She blushed and nodded her head. "If you'll have a seat, I'll get you the heels that I picked out." I nodded and sat down, making sure to keep my legs close together while both men watched. The side slit made me feel wicked as I was sure at the right angle a man would be able to see far more than I was comfortable with but Daniel and Chase watched with stoic expressions as Monique came and slipped on black high heels with rhinestones. When I finally stood, I knew that all men's eyes would be on me that night. I struck a pose before them. "Well?" I asked. "Epic," Chase said, while Daniel just gave a short bow of his head in agreement. I walked to Chase and he led me outside to a waiting black limousine and we slipped in the back seat. The next few hours were special and almost made me forget the situation I was in as we dined in a five-star restaurant. He let me taste expensive French wine, veal with truffles and a chocolate dessert that was the definition of the word sin. Then he took me for a carriage ride through the park where many of the trees had white Christmas lights giving the springtime mood a magical quality as the smell of pine and honeysuckle filled the air. Other couples smiled and walked around, with the drone of the nighttime city and the clip clop of nearby horses laying background to our conversation. I held onto his arm as we walked and talked about inconsequential things. As we strolled in the park, we saw a foot patrolman a small distance in front of us. Chase seemed perfectly calm as he paused to let the officer walk by us. He raised his eyebrow at me in question but I shrugged and took his arm as we continued to walk. "Accepting your fate?" I nodded and we continued on in silence. A minute later, "So tell me about yourself." "What do you want to know?" "Well, let's start with your job." "I'm a police officer, I just finished my bachelor degree and am ridiculously in debt but now I can take the detective test and hopefully get promoted. I work security gigs as a side job to help relieve some of the debt but it makes it hard to study." He nodded as I explained procedures and what I wanted to do. I told him how long I'd been an officer and the dumb mistakes I'd made, Brent being number one. "What about you?" "What about me?" "How did you get to be doing what you're doing?" I said, while trying to think of a delicate way to address what he did. Smiling, "What do you think I do?" "Knowing the reputation of Nicky Mouth, it could be anything from guns, to drugs, to sex slavery." "I'm a businessman, that's all." I raised an eyebrow. He laughed and said, "Let's leave it at that and drop my business so we can be civil toward one another. Don't judge me and I won't judge you, but you inadvertently bring up something I should mention. I've watched you tonight, you act like a cop." I bristled at his tone, "I am a cop." "Yes, and you act like it. I personally don't care either way but if you do meet anybody else while you're with me you need to stop acting like that." "Acting like what?" I said defensively. "Always checking your six, watching your surroundings, sizing people up." "It's a hard habit to break." "Well break it," he said forcefully. "Or what?" He paused and turned to face me while disengaging my arm, his face lost all expression and he said in a soft tone, "Or they'll never find your body." A shiver ran from the top of my head to my toes, I mentally kicked myself. He was so charming and seductive that I kept forgetting that I was playing with fire. I gave him a small nod and we continued our walk, this time I didn't take his arm and he stayed quiet. We walked back to the limousine and drove back to our hotel. When we entered his suite, he took me to his bedroom and I saw the clothes he'd ordered stacked and hung neatly on a small couch by the door of his bedroom. We hadn't said a word since the park or as he undressed. I took his cue and slipped out of my dress and heels and stood there as he dropped his black silk boxer briefs. He looked at me for a full minute as if trying to decide something. "You can stay in here or go to one of the other bedrooms." Without another word he slipped into bed and closed his eyes. I stood for a few seconds more reminding myself why I was doing this. At this point I was pretty sure he wouldn't tell Nicky anything but at the same time I'd already sold my soul, I may as well finish the game. It would suck to go this far and then not finish and have him dime me out, that'd make everything I did so far for nothing. Still, he'd given me the option of sleeping elsewhere, he couldn't complain if I did. I thought about it for a minute, and decided no. I'd follow the old saying, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Best to just keep reminding myself what he was. I slid under the covers and moved beside him, he adjusted and soon I fell asleep with my body pressed against his. \\\\\* "So where is the rest?" I asked. "That's all I got you." "Seriously?" He smiled at me. I was standing in his home gym, which was roughly the size of my apartment and held every type of workout machine imaginable. The weights were chromed while the machines were matte black and there were mirrors on all the walls. Music played from the speakers, I recognized the lyrics to a song by Three Doors Down. The place was a dream come true, we'd both woken early and he asked me if I wanted to work out. I'd said yes so, we got ready. I'd met him in the gym, he was looking good wearing black basketball shorts and a forest green sleeveless muscle shirt. The problem was my outfit, or lack thereof, he'd told them to get me a sport bra and panty set so now I was standing in front of him wearing white underarmour style bra and thong and my sneakers. No shorts, no shirt, just my underwear. "You act like anybody but me is going to see you," he said. I rolled my eyes, "Kind of not the point." "Kind of is," he said sarcastically. I sighed but decided fuck it, let's do this. I started working out and getting my groove on. The music continued to play upbeat rock-n-roll music as we both bent our backs to some weights. I was impressed, while he occasionally paused to watch me, Chase threw down some serious weights and his workout form was clean. He didn't try to impress me with mega weight or anything but he did work up a hell of a sweat. His hair plastered to his skin and his shirt was soaked, not wanting to be outdone I put forth the same effort. We spent two hours and by the end my clothes were practically transparent from all the sweat glistening on my body. He moved to a small set of mats and did some light stretching exercises as well as some martial arts moves. "You any good?" I asked. He shrugged. Feeling cocky because I'd recently earned my black belt in judo, I decided to see what he was made out of. I walked over to the mat and stood in front of him. He raised one eyebrow and I did the same. Shaking his head, he slowly circled me and I dropped into a defensive stance. He launched a lazy swing that I caught, brought over my shoulder, twisted my hip and flipped him over me. Ha, eat that fucker! As he flew head over heels his free hand gripped my shoulder and his trapped hand rolled over mine and gripped my wrist. Too late I realized I'd been set up from the start. Trying to roll free as his feet hit the mat and he used his own momentum to bring me forward over his extended leg. He saw my adjustment though and flexed his hip faster to throw me off. He used my own weight to pull himself up and suddenly I was flying over his body. I landed on my back with an oomph and barely had time to register his body looming over me. I rolled over to bunch up and planned to jump up but once again he anticipated me. He'd never let go of my wrist so it was simple to pull it away from me and bring it behind my back as he straddled me. I tried to move my free hand under me but he slipped his free hand to the inside of my elbow just as I pushed up, he gave a quick tug and my weight collapsed and my arm slipped behind me, he grabbed my wrist and now both hands were locked behind me to the small of my back. I had no weight, no leverage and was pinned helpless. I relaxed my body, it was useless to struggle. "Give," I said through clenched teeth. He put his face next to my ear, "As victor I decide what I win right?" I nodded. "Your clothes please." I looked over my shoulder and glared, he had an insufferable smirk on his face as he let me go and stood up. I was breathing hard yet he wasn't showing anything. I stood and faced him and he pointedly looked at my hard nipples clearly visible through my sweat soaked bra. I hated the way he turned me on, my body needed to start listening to my orders and quit getting so worked up. I angrily took off my top and then slipped my fingers into my panties and tugged them low enough to let gravity take them. I kicked them off as they dropped to my ankles. "Happy?" "Very." He closed the distance between us and wrapped his arms around me as he kissed me. I growled as I crushed my body to his, our sweat mingled and we each strained our muscles to the maximum to keep each other close. Our lips devoured each other and his hands dropped down to cup my ass. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck and gave a little bounce to show I was about to hop up and wrap my legs around his waist. He caught me but dropped to his knees and leaned forward to push me down to the mat. I brought my hands down and tugged his shirt off throwing it to the side, moving them instantly back to tug his shorts low enough that my feet could hook them and tug them the rest of the way down. He pulled back and adjusted his dick at my entrance. As soon as his head was in line, I pulled his body forward with my legs, impaling my body on his shaft. I dug my nails into his chest making him hiss as his full length went inside me. He glared at me and flexed inside me making me groan, he let his weight come forward and I shifted my hands to his back and dug my nails in. He put his weight on me and cupped my ass in an iron hold as he pumped violently in me. I raked my nails down his back as he crashed into me repeatedly. "Bitch," he whispered in my ear. "Fuck you," I said back. Our bodies slammed into each other as we each sought to mix our pleasure with the other's pain. "Fucking whore," he breathed, as he used all his strength to crush my body to him. "But not your fucking whore," I said, using all my strength to wrap my legs tighter around him. "That's exactly what you are, my personal fucking whore," he said, then bit my ear. "Fuck you," I said, digging my nails in his back. "Say it," he said, biting my lip and kissing me. I bit back till I tasted blood, "No fucking way." He thrust hard and deep into me repeatedly, "Say it." My breath was coming in gasps and I was seeing stars, I knew we were bruising each other and I dug my heels in tighter keeping him as deep as I could inside me. "Fuck you," I snapped. One hand left my ass and slid up my body to my hair as he wove his fingers into it and yanked back making me hiss in pleasure pain. "Say it," he growled. I shifted my hands and dug my nails into his ass as he violated me. I could see black edges in my sight and I feared I was about to pass out. "Say it." "Yes, yes," I cried. "Not good enough," he said as I felt his dick throb, I knew we were both seconds away from climax. "Say it." "I'M YOU'RE PERSONAL FUCKING WHORE," I screamed. As if the words were a cue, we both felt the orgasm rip through our bodies. My vision went white as my body spasmed. I almost broke my back from arching as waves of pleasure washed over me. His body felt like steel as his muscles locked, I felt each pulse of his dick as he throbbed inside me, each wave sending another pleasure jolt in me each slightly less than the last till my body unlocked and I collapsed in a limp pile on the mat. His body fell on top of me as we both lay panting while we recovered. After a while we moved to the shower and soaped and rinsed each other's bodies. Each wrapped in a towel we walked to the living room where he snapped his phone and tapped a few buttons. Looking up at me, "Join me in the spa?" I shook my head no. He shrugged but motioned me to follow him as he walked from the living room to the spa. "Since you don't want to join me..." He grinned as he produced his handcuffs and once again proceeded to stretch my arms and cuff me to either pillar. This time I was facing the water, he tugged my towel off leaving me standing naked as he entered the water. "So why don't you want to join me?" "I was going to get dressed and go get us some breakfast," I said. "I'm starving and would kill for a coffee. Plus, the more we're around each other naked I swear one of us is going to kill the other." He laughed, "That does seem to be the case, but as for breakfast or brunch since it's a little late, I already took care of that." At that moment I heard the door and looked over my shoulder to see the same busboy wheeling in another cart. Great, this kid had seen me in my bra and panties yesterday now here I was naked and showing him my ass. At least I wasn't gagged this time. Sure enough, he was staring at my butt the whole time he wheeled the cart forward, he almost tripped because he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. After that he took his eyes off me and arranged our meal. I resigned myself to the whole situation and faced Chase as he lounged in the waters. "You could've told me." He shrugged but didn't say anything as he dropped underwater, a minute later he surfaced as the busboy finished. "Anything else sir?" I glanced back at him and once again he was staring at my ass. I almost told him to take a picture but realized Chase might just let him so I kept my mouth shut. "No thank you Kenneth." He nodded and turned away, leaving the room quickly and quietly. I looked back at Chase as he left the water. Rivulets flowed down his body as he stood naked in front of me. My eyes involuntarily moved over him, his body was beautiful and despite myself I stirred at the sight of it. My nipples got hard and I struggled to keep my breathing even and eyes neutral as he toweled himself off. He casually uncuffed me after wrapping the towel around his waist, I reached for my own towel on the ground but he gently grabbed my hands. "Uh uh, no clothes for you right now." I narrowed my eyes but a small smile played across my face as we sat down. It was a boost to my ego that he wanted me naked so much. I'd even admit to enjoying it but never to him. After breakfast he took me to the bedroom to get ready. "Where we going?" I asked as I dressed in the red high waist shorts and black halter top that had been left for me. "I thought I'd take you to the Met or we could go to the zoo, your choice," he said, as he put on black knee length jean shorts and a white tank top. The rest of the day was spent wandering the city and enjoying ourselves. We didn't hold hands or go arm-in-arm like lovers but we had a good time and despite my reservations Chase was very easy to talk to and practically a walking encyclopedia of knowledge with a good sense of humor. As we walked around, we made our way into the high-end shopping district. One window happened to have a mannequin wearing a black and burgundy trim demi-bra and panty set. I paused to admire it and Chase stopped. "You'd look spectacular in that." I nodded, "Yeah, but that's a little out of my price range." I pointed to the tag, "$500." "Jesus Christ! Are you kidding me? I've seen more cotton in the top of an aspirin bottle and that's $500?" I laughed at his joke. "One second, I've got to see this." He grabbed my hand and we walked into the store and found a clerk. "My friend would like to try that set in the window," he said, pointing at the display. I blushed as the little blonde looked me over with an appraising glance. She took my hand and walked me back to the huge curtained dressing room. "I'll go get it," she said. I stripped out of my clothes and waited, a hand brushed the curtain aside and a Chase poked his head in. He gave a quick glance up and down at my nudity. "For the record I like this outfit best." I laughed and struck a pose with a bent leg and hands on my hips. "Oh yeah, is this how I should walk around the rest of the day?" "If only," he laughed. The clerk walked up and entered from the other side of the curtain and helped me get dressed while Chase watched. The bra was all black lace and low cut enough that the tops of my aureole were visible. It did support from underneath and helped push my boobs up making my tits look even bigger than normal. The bottoms had cutouts on either side of my lips showing plenty of skin and barely covering my pussy. The backside was just a string. I admired myself in the mirror as I got everything settled in place. I glanced back at Chase to see his phone out and taking a picture. "Front side now please," he said. I froze for a second as I thought about a criminal having half-naked pictures of me but realized if he wanted to mess with my career it was too late for me to stop it. Fuck it, If I'm going to hell I thought. I gave him a big smile and began to pose front and back for him as the clerk watched. "Does that mean you'll take it?" she asked. Chase nodded yes and she walked away to ring it up. "I only have one condition," he said. "What's that?" His face became serious, "Think of me when you wear this." We locked gazes for a minute and I felt something thrilling and scary pass between us. I looked down but nodded meekly. The next two days passed quickly, we went back to his penthouse and a few people in suits came by. I left them alone and made sure to act as dumb as possible whenever his guests were around. He took me to dinner again and the final morning I woke to him already dressed. I gave him a sleepy smile while he sat on the edge of the bed. "So, here's the deal. I got a trainer coming by in the next few minutes, he's going to run you through a workout and then a masseuse is coming by to give you a full body massage, after that brunch will be served." Groggily I tried to wrap my head around what he was saying, unexpectedly I felt a pit in my stomach, "What about you?" He kept his expression blank and his words crisp, "I'll be gone the rest of the day and am leaving the area for a few weeks." We stared at each other and I realized tears were forming in my eyes. It wasn't like I cared about this creep it just hurt to be so callously dismissed. I got my emotions in check, "Don't bother, I'll get dressed and leave in five." He shrugged and without emotion said, "I've had the clothes I got you put in a suitcase," he gestured at a small case by the bedroom door. I nodded, refusing to speak because my voice might crack, I looked down to prevent him from seeing the pain and rage on my face. He pulled out a thick envelope and tossed it next to me, I looked inside, it was stuffed with $100 bills. "I don't want your damn money," I said sharply. "I didn't think you did, but that should help you by letting you stop having to work extra to get out of debt, now you can study to pass your test." His face still held no emotion. I hated myself for it but I snatched up the money and held it to my chest with the bedsheet. "Do well Officer Cruz," he said and turned away. Walking to the door he never looked back, seconds later I heard the front door close. I thought about his offer to stay, work out and get a massage but for some reason I was on the verge of tears and the thought of being in his rooms any longer was intolerable. I got up, dressed, grabbed everything and left. \\\\\* The next few weeks were a blur, despite my initial hurt at his dismissal I quickly got over it and spent the time getting my life together. Brent never contacted me and I used the money I earned from the incident to quit my second job allowing me to get some much-needed study time for my detective exam. At first, I felt dirty about the five thousand dollars Chase had given me but I felt I'd truly earned it and I put it to good use to ease my conscience. Even though my morality allowed me to use the money what I found more disturbing was the thoughts of Chase that refused to go away. We'd barely known each other and I still thought of him all the time after a month had gone by. Worse, I used a vibrator almost every day and my fantasies always centered around him. It wasn't just sexual, I found myself missing him more than I cared to admit. One Tuesday night I got home from work and found a handwritten packet addressed to Officer Estrella Cruz taped to my doorstep. Frowning I opened the note, five crisp $100 bills were inside. Written in beautiful calligraphy was a message. I need you another three days, same thing as last time. Be at my place tomorrow 5 pm sharp, enclosed is money for needed wardrobe, bring equal to what you had last time. Wear burgundy mini dress, black thigh high boots, rhinestone choker, no bra, no panties when you show up. A weird surge of joy flashed through me followed by annoyance, who the hell did he think he was? I wasn't at his beck and call; did he think I'd just come running for the money? I got madder as I stood there. Finally, I went inside and fumed. I ate dinner and worked out the whole while thinking about what I'd tell him. I'd write a letter and leave it on his doorstep and see how he liked it. No, better yet I'd go in person and tell him to fuck off as I slapped his face. Ha, yeah, that was it. Or even better, I'd pretend to do what he said, bring clothes, dress like he wanted, then when I was inside his suite, I'd crush him. I'd tell him to his face to fuck off and that he'd never touch my body again. Yeah, that was it, I was going to show him what he would never get again. \\\\\* The following day standing in front of his door I started to consider this might not be the smartest way to handle the situation. I had butterflies in my stomach and my mouth was dry, I was considering leaving but he opened the door just as I made up my mind and turned to leave and I realized I'd look foolish if I walked away now. He smiled as he looked me up and down. "Come in." I followed him to the living room, he was barefoot and dressed in jeans and black t-shirt that clung to his body, damn he looked good. "I just came to tell you," I squeaked. I caught myself and cleared my throat. In a normal voice I said, "I just came to tell you that I'm not your personal whore." He stopped and faced me in the middle of the living room, the windows were open to his balcony and I could hear the bustle of the city, the lights of nearby buildings and skyline made a beautiful background. He kept the light in the living room dim and I saw a small glass of whiskey in ice next to his white leather chair facing the outside. He nodded in understanding, "Actually we had that argument and I think you lost." I blushed red at the memory and shifted my legs at the surge of electricity that went through my body, hardening my nipples. His infuriating grin toughened my resolve, "Doesn't matter, I just came to tell you I'm not for sale." He slowly walked around me, "Yet you came here dressed exactly as I asked. Outrageously sexy burgundy mini dress, black thigh high boots and a rhinestone choker." I felt like a baby seal on ice as it watches a shark fin circle around it in the water. I kept my hands to my side and tried to avoid shifting my legs too much, "I just wanted to show you what you wouldn't get." He moved closer until I could smell his fresh clean scent, as if he'd just showered. There was just a tease of spicy cologne underneath it. He whispered into my ear making me flinch and my stomach tighten, "Have I told you how much I love your hair? So black and lustrous and beautiful." I shook my head no. "Let's play a game," he said. He grabbed my hand and led me toward the spa, once there he took one hand and pulled out handcuffs from his pocket and locked my hand to a pillar. "How many of those things do you have?" I cried. "What, do you buy them in bulk?" "For you, yes, it's the easiest way to keep you in line." My eyes narrowed as he grabbed my other hand, he tried to lift it but I kept it firm to my side forcing him to apply more pressure to move it. I kept resistance against him but didn't struggle or jerk away as he slowly moved my arm into position and locked it in place to the opposite pillar. Once again, my arms were stretched to either side just above head level making my very short dress pull up enough that I'm sure a little bit of ass cheek would be showing. Shaking his head, "Always defiant." "Like I said, I'm not your per..." was as far as I got before he slipped a rhinestone studded ballgag into my mouth. I glared as he tightened the leather strap behind my head. He gave a low chuckle at my defiance and I flipped my middle finger at him. Shaking his head, he stood back to look at me. I admit to enjoying the admiration and lust I saw in his eyes but it was still infuriating the way he just took control as if I were his plaything. "You say one thing but your body says another," he said, as he stroked a rock-hard nipple through the fabric of my dress. I groaned and tried to turn my chest away from his probing fingers but he was relentless as he teased me increasing my arousal. Ducking under my arm he moved behind me, his fingers trailed lightly over my butt sending shivers up my spine and causing goosebumps on my body. He moved his hands down my thigh then slid back up moving under my dress, his fingers leaving heat trails across my skin as he lifted my dress a few inches while he traced his fingers back and forth on the cheeks of my ass. He placed his lips on my ear, "So, here's the deal, I'm going to hike this dress up as high as I can. If as you say, you just came to show me what I won't get then I'm sure you wore panties despite the fact I told you not to. If that's the case I'll uncuff you and send you on your way and you can keep that envelope on the table over there." I noticed another thick stuffed envelope like the one he gave me last time. "But if I don't find anything but bare skin then we'll both know the real reason you came here and I'll act accordingly." My head dropped in defeat, I knew what he was going to find. I hated myself for my weakness. I kept telling myself I was just here to tell him off but deep down I knew better. I was stupid and one day it was going to get me in a world of trouble, possibly right now. Hiking my dress up he found bare skin, my ass was on presentation and even though he'd seen it before he was taking his time admiring it now. Both hands grabbed my hips and trailed his fingers across the front and back of my thighs. Moving his foot between my legs he pushed my feet to more than shoulder width apart. Sliding his fingers up my sides to cup my tits from behind, he hooked a finger into the fabric and stretched it down below my boobs exposing my chest to the open air. Moving back and forth he pulled all the fabric under my tits making sure it wouldn't slide back and cover them. His fingers teased my nipples making me groan. I was pushed forward as his hands moved to my back then down to my ass. Just then the door opened and young blonde female busboy wheeled in a table with silver trays, or is that a busgirl? I wasn't sure but it hardly mattered as I blushed red at the embarrassing position I was in. Her eyes went wide as she looked at me but she had a small smile as she moved the tray toward us. "I brought dinner as requested sir." "Thank you, Jessica, that will be all." She nodded and gave me a quick wink as she left without a word. "I swear you get so wet when you're seen." I heard a zip and rustling and then his naked body pressed to mine. I arched my butt and felt his cock at my entrance. I was so wet he was able to enter me without any resistance as he buried himself deep. I hooked my fingers around the chains of the handcuffs and strained against him. He took his time and smoothly slid back and forth inside me. The next few days passed just like before, he took me to nice restaurants and I had a nice time. The sex was raw, passionate and intense. Despite our differences, we each filled a role in each other's lives. At the end like last time he left early after leaving a fat envelope with five thousand dollars by me on the bed. Less upset this time I took him up on his offers, I worked out, had a nice meal and massage then got dressed and left. \\\\\* To be continued... Note: Comments always appreciated.
10 Days in Hollywood: Day 07	19,496	4.56	1,713,619	[ "mf", "cons", "oral", "anal", "public", "celebrities" ]	DISCLAIMER This story is a work of fiction and the characters are either completely fictional or are fictional versions of their real selves. The events depicted are made up and any similarity to real life events is purely coincidental. This story is meant as a work of erotic fiction only and is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18. If you would like to provide constructive feedback, please send an e-mail to my profile. \\\\\* The sun crept through the curtains as I woke up, the sound of a car pulling away from the house resonated as I returned to the world. I looked around the room to ensure I was by myself and all was as I left it. Walking to the window, I looked out to see Emilio sitting by the pool. I decided to go and join him, checking my phone to see a text from Felicity. "Remember about tonight, I'll be there at 5 to dress you! And you can undress me." I quickly hit a reply that I was looking forward to it as I walked out to join Emilio. My eyes scanned the room to see that there was no sign of Maisie. "Good night?" I asked Emilio as I sat on the same lounger that Emma Stone had used to ride me the day previous. "Very good, that Natalie Dormer is an animal." He turned around and took off his shirt to show me the scratch marks. "Jesus, she do all that?" "She had to, Maisie fell asleep fairly quickly." "She give you her number for another go?" "No, just these." Emilio said as swung a pair of turquoise knickers around his finger. "Classy!" I said as he smiled at me. "Right, I have to go to a casting call with Amy. I'll see you later." I slapped him on the shoulder and left for the car. It was my first ever casting call and I was excited, especially as I might be able to sneak away for a third go with Amy. 10 Days in Hollywood: Day 7 Starring Amy Adams, Candice Patton, Felicity Jones & A Secret Celeb Featuring Summer Glau, Miranda Cosgrove, Janina Gavankar & Zoey Deutsh MF, Cons, Oral, Anal Amy always looked gorgeous and glamorous, the fact she was standing outside a shitty office block only slightly diminished it. She placed a kiss on my cheek as I hugged her and she gently blew into my ear, only a little subtle bit of desire as we were out in public. "Nervous?" she asked as we walked into the building. "What have I got to be nervous about? I'm only sitting down to watch some actresses read lines." "Well we may get you to do some reading, show you director people how hard acting really is." I nodded my head as we arrived at the room they were using. Amy stalled at the door, placing her hand on it to stop me from entering. "Listen, I know you will but remember, we've got to act professional in there. This whole me and you fuck buddy thing needs to stay under wraps." "Of course," I replied. "The me you thing is great, I'm enjoying what we've done. But c'mon, I'm not a love-struck teenager. An affair with a married woman is not gonna do anything positive for my career." "Good boy." Amy said before pulling me down into a kiss. Amy pushed her tongue into my mouth and I happily took it, massaging it with my own. My arm went around her back and I took a big squeeze of her arse. She let out a moan as I my hand took a good grip of her booty. She snaked her hand down and rested onto my crotch. "Fuck it, we've got five minutes." Amy said as she broke the kiss. Grabbing me by the shirt, Amy walked across the hall and opened what appeared to be a store cupboard. Forcing my back against the door after we entered, she launched into another kiss. I placed my hands on the side of her head as I took her tongue into my mouth, our eyes closed in a passionate embrace. Knowing we didn't have a lot of time, Amy dropped her hands down and undid my belt and trousers, fishing my semi-erect penis out and stroking it quickly. I let out a little moan as the redheads hand wrapped around my cock. As Amy continued to stroke, she pulled away from the kiss and looked around for the best place to fuck. There wasn't anywhere for her to bend over comfortably so I spun around so we swapped positions. I pulled up her dress, exposing her black panties, and lifted her up off of her feet. Knowing what I wanted, Amy wrapped her legs around my waist and moved her panties to the side. I slid my hard cock into her waiting pussy as I pressed her against the door. "Oh God," Amy moaned as my she felt my cock in her. "Fuck me quick and hard, I'll come quickly. I need this!" I put my right hand on her arse and my leaned on the door to support our weight, pushing my full length into her. Her pussy was incredibly wet for such a short time and I quickly got into a good rhythm with my thrusting. Amy tightened her legs around my waist and moaned into my ear. "Oh yeah, just there. Fuck me with that big cock." Amy nipped at my earlobe as I continued to thrust my full length into her. I could tell she was struggling to keep her moans muted as the pleasure flushed through her body. As I leaned forward with a thrust, I pressed my lips against hers and she moaned into my mouth. Amy dropped her hand down and tried to reach for my arse but it was just out of her reach. I pushed my cock harder into her, her pussy feeling wetter with every thrust. After giving up on feeling my arse, Amy leaned her head forward and bit my neck. The pain caused a good sensation and I started to thrust so hard her back was creating a rhythmical knock on the door. The expectant shushing never came so I continued to thrust at the same speed. Amys moans started to creep up and I could see her eyes rolling into the back of her head. "Oh my God yes, just there. I'm gonna cum." Amy moaned as her hands gripped my shoulders. It felt like a gush as her orgasm took over her body, her nails digging into me. I continued to thrust into her as I felt her juices coat my penis. It pushed me over the edge and I shot my load into her waiting pussy. We both closed our eyes and I continued to thrust as I allowed my entire load to fill her pussy. "Oh my God, that was so good." Amy said as she collapsed into me. I lowered Amy down onto her feet as I pulled out and tucked my cock back into my boxers. "Well the idea of staying professional lasted long." I chuckled. "Actually I said in the room. We weren't in the room." "True." I watched Amy adjust her dress down to cover her panties and she let out another laugh. "Leave it five minutes and then follow me. We've already started so you can just watch after." Amy gave me a wink and walked out of the room, leaving me all alone. I let out a long breath thinking about the quickie that came out of nowhere when my phone rang. I looked down to see that I'd received a text from Daisy. "Back tomorrow night, will come see you x" I smiled as I read her message and quickly replied. "Looking forward to it beautiful. X" I put my phone in my pocket and exited the cupboard. Almost immediately I walked into someone, knocking them down onto the ground. I reached out my hand and helped the person up, only to be greeted by the girl from two nights before. "Holy shit! I'm so sorry." I said. "Um... that's fine. You!" "Me! I'm Richard." "Why are you here? You're in the industry?" "Yeah. They're casting a film I'm going to direct so I got invited to see the process." "Then good news, you're gonna direct me. Janina." "I'd say nice to meet you but I think our last experience was more exciting." "Then let's hope it's not our last." Janina said as she leaned in to kiss my lips. I felt her hand reach round and pinch my arse before she left me standing there. I watched her go before hearing a cough behind me, only to be greeted by the casting director. I made my apology for being late and walked in behind her. Amy greeted me with a smile and introduced me to the her agent. She seemed rather nonplussed at my attendance so I quickly sat down in the corner and left the girls to it. Amy had explained to me that they had done the casting for one character in the morning so would be concentrating on the best friend this afternoon. The role wasn't defined so there were a lot of people trying out. The first few were newcomers to the film industry and did okay, none of them stood out so their names were quickly crossed out. The next girl walked in and I instantly recognised her, sort of. She wore a tight pair of jeans that hugged her curves and a striped open shirt over a green vest top. Her dark skin shone under the lights and there was a big beaming smile on her face, a contrast to the worried face I'd seen earlier in the week at the party. "Candice, isn't it?" Amy said looking at the girl. "Yes. Thank you for this opportunity." "Well Melissa spoke very highly of you and, as she's the star, I've got to believe her word." That brought her smile out even more. "You know our director?" Amy said turning to me. "Not personally but Melissa spoke very highly of him. I look forward to getting to know him better." I looked over to Candice and her eyes were fixed on me intently. I smiled back before she started to read the monologue she had prepared. I wrote down some notes about the scene and occasionally looked up to her reading. As far as I could tell, her eyes did not leave me during the entirety of the reading. "Thank you Candice, that was excellent." the casting director said Candice smiled with glee. "Yes, very good. We'll be in touch." Amy said rather sternly. The casting director escorted her out as Amy approached me. "That girl wants to fuck you!" Amy said with contempt in her voice. "So... Melissa has. You have too." "I don't care, I don't want every cast member trying to fuck you." "Just limit it to you and Melissa?" I asked. "When I visit the set, you fuck me and only me. Melissa can provide a temporary distraction when I'm away. She may be younger than me but my God, the girl is a terrible fuck." "Well she doesn't have the confidence and experience you have." "Just remember that when you get on set." Amy shot an aggressive smile at me before returning to the desk as the next auditionee, Miranda Cosgrove, entered the room. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a white shirt. She seemed almost nervous as she walked to the center of the room. "Welcome Miranda. Thank you for taking up my invite." Amy said as she leaned forward. "Thank you for inviting me, i've always been a big fan." "Let's see how you do then. Take it from the top." Miranda started to read a monologue that I didn't recognise. It was very poetic and funny in parts but it suddenly turned into a seduction. Miranda licked her lips as she slowly walked towards the table, undoing the buttons of her shirt. Miranda allowed the shirt to slide off as she stood in front of Amy wearing only a bra. She leaned down and whispered the rest to Amy, I was out of earshot and couldn't hear the words but I could see Amy leaning forward and licking her lips. Their heads got closer so that their lips were about to touch when Miranda's head shot back and she walked back to center spot, picking her shirt up as she went along. She stopped to lower her jeans down slightly showing off her matching thong. "I'll be outside." Miranda said as she shot Amy a look over her shoulder. The room remained in silence as Miranda exited. There was a cough from the casting director as the two girls either side of Amy looked at her. I gave a giggle as Amy stood up and started to walk to the same door, stopping as she reached it. "I think we should call it a day, I think we've found the actress anyway. Do you mind Richard?" "No. No, that's no problem with me. Thank you Amy." She quickly exited the room as the other two women looked slightly embarrassed. The casting director left first leaving me with Amy's agent. "Sorry about this Richard, I kinda thought you fucking her in a cupboard would be enough but she seems insatiable at the minute." "That's ok...wait you knew?" "Of course, I'm her agent, I know everything. I'll get that contract over to your people before you get back to London, savour it though. She's a hard taskmaster out of the bedroom too so don't expect to get a lot of sleep while working on this." I nodded my head and moved to leave the room. There were a few actresses waiting outside who were being told that the casting was over and they all seemed disappointed. I left the building and walked to the multi story car park across the way where I'd left my car. It was for all the offices around so would be empty of people by now with all the spaces taken up. I entered the lift and went up to the fifth floor to collect the Porsche when I got another text. 'Arranged a lift from someone, very hot girl.' I smiled to myself as I read Felicity's text while leaving the lift. I seemed to be lost in my own world that I didn't immediately notice the girl leaning over the Porsche. The jeans clung tightly to her round arse and she gave it a wiggle as I looked up from my phone. Candice Patton's face shone brightly as she looked back at me, catching me checking her out. She turned around and leaned against the bonnet, taking in a good look of me. "You know, despite Melissa putting in a good word I know I won't get the role." "Why do you say that?" I asked as I moved to approach her and the car. "Well first of all, the character has been written as a white girl and I'm anything but. Secondly, she's supposed to be older and I'm younger than Super girl." "And thirdly?" She smiled. "Thirdly, she didn't like how I looked at you." "And how did you look at me?" I asked as I reached her, standing close to her tight body. "Melissa told me how she made it up to you. She told me in detail about how you and Amy fucked her in that hotel room. She told me how you and Amy licked her pussy and how she came hard as you fucked her while Amy licked her arsehole." "And what conclusion did you come to?" Candice ran her hands down my chest as she looked over my body. She very deliberately traced my muscles underneath. A smile came over her face before her hand quickly slid down and grabbed my crotch. "When was the last time you fucked a black girl?" she asked. My mind flashed back to the last time I'd fucked Nathalie. It had been 18 months since we last had sex but she wasn't the last black girl I'd fucked. That had been six months before I came out to the U.S. She hadn't been famous but her body was out of this world, I felt Candice's would be better. I leaned forward and placed my lips to Candice's, my hand creeping around to her back to grab a hold of her plump arse. She let out a moan as she opened her mouth, welcoming my tongue in. Candice allowed her body to sink into mine as her hand moved the zipper of my jeans out. Candice fished my hardening cock out as she withdrew from the kiss and dropped down to her knees. I looked around to ensure the coast was clear as I felt Candice's tongue run around the head of my cock. "Fuck, that's feels nice. You sure you wanna do this here?" I looked down at her and our eyes met, a smile across her face as she took the head into her mouth. "You naughty girl!" I kept an eye to ensure no one appeared as I felt my cock slide down her mouth, the warm saliva coating it. Surprisingly she was able to take the full length in her first go, licking the entire length as she took it out. I let out a moan as I felt her lick her the sensitive head before taking the cock out of my mouth. "It's okay, I'm hidden by the car." Candice said as she pumped my cock with her hand. "Why don't you take your top off then." I suggested. "Who's the naughty one now?" She asked. Candice let go of my cock and removed her shirt. She handed it to me so it didn't go on the floor and I placed it on the top of the car. By the time I looked back down, her green vest was off and her breasts were on full display. Her dark skin shone in the artificial light and her large brown nipples stood out, showing how horny she was. "You like?" She asked looking up at me. "Oh yeah, they're great breasts." "I get many compliments on them." Candice replied as she grabbed my cock again and continued the pumping. I was thankful that her hair was tied in a ponytail as I could see everything as she took my cock back into her mouth. Her lips were pursed as she moved up and down my cock, only taking half of it this time so as not to rush though. I moved my hand down to her head but she swatted it away so she could control the pace of the sucking. I closed my eyes as I felt the pleasure of her tongue go up and down. "Fuck, I won't last long with you being this good." I said as she continued sucking. "Good, I can't wait to swallow it." Candice continued to suck up and down my cock, her tongue circling the head as she reached the top. Her hand went down and massaged my balls as she pushed her mouth down, taking my entire length in her mouth. Candice massaged my balls in my hand as she started to deep-throat my cock. The gurgling sound came from her mouth as she expertly deep-throated my cock without choking. "Oh shit Candice, I'm gonna cum." Candice reacted instantly to my words and pulled half of my cock out if get mouth. She held it in place as our eyes met and kept hold of the look as my cum shot into her mouth. The initial shots went into her mouth and I could tell she was smiling as she swallowed my cum. After the initial amount had shot out, Candice pumped my cock with her hand to drain it. To make a point, she pulled my cock out her mouth with a pop and swallowed the amount remaining in her mouth. "Yummy." "That was..." "Excellent? Fantastic? The best?" Candice asked as she cut me off. "It was very good, best blow job I've had all day." "I do try." Candice took my hand and got back up to her feet. She looked down to see that I still supported a semi and a smile came across her face. "This environment isn't really suited to getting my pussy licked but maybe I can find out how good you are at other things." Candice leaned in and placed another kiss on my lips, her tongue massaging my own, and she draped her body into mine. My dropped down to her arse and gave it a squeeze as I felt her erect nipples dig into my chest. Her hand had dropped down to my cock and starting to massage it back to its full erection. "Come with me." Candice said we ended the kiss. I expected her to take my hand but she took hold of my cock and led me to the open wall of the car park. Being on the fifth floor, no one would be able to see by looking up. Candice let go of my cock and bent over the low wall, her chest pressed against the concrete. I instantly knew what was wanted even before she wiggled her shapely behind at me. I wrapped my hand around her as I reached for the button and zipper of her jeans. Placing some kisses on her neck, she let out a moan as she felt my body pressed against her. I grabbed hold of either side of her jeans and lowered them down her legs. I looked up to see her looking down at me, her arse clad in only a tiny g-string. "Use your mouth to take it off!" Candice commanded. I nodded my head with a smile as she oozed with sexual confidence. I leaned forward and grabbed the top of the string with my teeth, my face pressed against her smooth black skin. I couldn't resist and gently nipped her skin, Candice letting out a little giggle. I dragged the skin down, the smooth aroma of her pussy filling my nostrils as I moved it down her legs, leaving her complete naked. I moved back up to my feet and ran my hand along the inside of her leg. Her body shook as I did so, showing how ticklish she was. I ran my fingers along her smooth pussy to see how wet she already was. "Tell me you want my cock." "I want your cock so much! I want you to fuck me like I'm your little Nubian whore." I smiled at her reply. "Here it is!" I plunged my cock straight into her pussy from behind, the wetness allowing me to slide straight in. Candice let out an audible moan as my full length entered her pussy. She didn't feel as tight as Melissa but I quickly got into a smooth motion of thrusting into her. Considering we were in a public place, I was surprised by how vocal Candice was. It started with some guttural moans as I pushed my cock into her but it quickly became more high pitched. "Please, please, yes, yes." I held tightly onto Candice's hips as I thrust further into her pussy. The enjoyment caused her body to go all over the place as she started to rut back into my cock. I had my hands on her hips and held body in placed as I thrust harder into her. "Please, fuck me! Just there...Mmm...Call me your slut, call me your little black slut" she commanded. "You are, you are my little black slut. Now take my hard cock in your pussy, enjoy it ramming into you." I pushed harder in, Candice leaned up and reached around for my head. She pressed her lips hard against mine, passion had completely taken over her body and she demanded my body close. "I'm so close..." She whispered. "Make me cum and then cum in my pussy!" As she finished whispering, I pushed her body back down and continued to push my cock into her. Her moans started to get louder as her legs started to shake. "Oh fuck, your pussy feels good. Scream for me slut, let everyone know you're coming!" I pushed harder into her as her moans got louder and her body shook more. "Yes! Yes! YES!! Yeah!! CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!!" I could feel her pussy get wetter as her orgasm reached its pinnacle. I could feel myself being close so continued thrusting into her pussy. Her moans continued as I pushed my cock into her soaking pussy. I swapped my hands from her hips to her shoulders and pushed her lithe body back into me. I closed my eyes and filled her pussy with my hot spunk. Her hands had been gripped into her concrete and she finally allowed herself to relax as she felt me finish inside her. I continued to thrust as I allowed all my cum to shoot out before pulling myself out. I pulled up my jeans as Candice stood up and looked at me. She gave me a quick smiled before ducking down very quickly. I didn't realise why until I had turned around. There was a guy stood there who had clearly been watching. He gave me a thumbs up before walking off. "You can get up now, he's gone." Candice stood up but kept her arm over her breasts. She had already put her thong back on and grabbed her vest from the floor by the car. "Do you think he recognised me?" "Nah, he was too far away. Plus no one is gonna believe Candice Patton got fucked in a car park." She laughed. "That's true. And what a fuck!" She leaned in and kissed me on the lips gently before grabbing her jeans and pulling them up. "You need a ride?" "Nah, mine is over there." "Cool, you got much planned?" "Yeah, I'm off to tell Melissa how good a fuck you are. I'll call you." Candice sauntered off leaving me on my own. I thought back to how good an experience the casting call had been for me but I knew I had to get some rest before meeting up with Felicity; if anyone could tire me out, it would be her. It took about an hour and a half to get back across town and only left me two hours to rest up before Felicity arrived. I decided to kip on the sofa and soon drifted off to sleep. I woke up to the banging on the door and looked at my watch. I'd overslept by ten minutes and opened the door to a furious Felicity Jones. "The hell dude? I've been knocking for like fifteen minutes! You got a girl back here or something?" "No, I'm on my own. Just needed a kip, I got a bit tired out this morning." "Names! And wine me, please." Felicity said as she sauntered into house. I closed the door behind her and walked into the kitchen. The bags that she had brought with her had been laid over a chair and she sat on a stool at the breakfast bar. I grabbed two wine glasses and a bottle of red, pouring the liquid for us to consume. She took a sip and smiled at me. "Mmmmm French, lovely. Now, names please." "Amy Adams and Candice Patton." "How diverse! Together?" "No, not together. I'd gone to a casting call for a film I'm going to direct and I fucked Amy in a store cupboard." "How naughty, I must meet her. We can compare notes. How did you fuck Candice?" "She was waiting by my car." "Oh please tell me you fucked her in it." "Afraid not, I fucked her over the wall in the car park. She could see a lovely view of LA as she came." "You dirty bastard! I love it." I gave Felicity a wink before we both took a sip of the wine. It was very smooth and went down easily. "And have you had anything since our time in the hotel?" "I wish!" she blurted out. "I haven't had any spare time to find some real penis to fuck. Only opportunity was hilarious. Daisy dumped that prick and he ran into me, thinking I would just ride his face." "And what did you say to him?" "I told him I got a good seeing to by you in the shower and I would ensure that Daisy got it too. He didn't like the idea of Daisy getting some real cock in her." "Well I'm glad you're making enemies for me." "Oh, he disliked you the moment he saw you. He knew that Daisy wanted it and that it was a case of when, not if." "Excellent. To me?" I said as I offered the glass to her. "To you." Felicity smiled back and clinked her glass against mine. She drank the rest of her wine before placing the glass onto the table, her eyes locked onto me the entire time. "So tonight, you need to be dressed well and dressed sexily. This part is a bit... unique." "How do you mean unique?" "Think Eyes Wide Shut with less murderous conspiracies. Just a chance for the rich and or famous to have some drinks, some chats and plenty of anonymous sex." "Anonymous?" i asked before finishing my drink. "Masks are a requirement and you can't take them off. I mean, secretly you can guess who they are but what happens in the party, stays in the party. Like Vegas but cooler and with less STD's." "Sounds fun, maybe I should shower." "Maybe you should you smelly bastard. While you're doing it, I will decide what colour thong I'm wearing." "A girl like you, I thought the question would be if you're wearing a thong." I said as I walked around the breakfast bar. Felicity gave my arse a slap as I walked past and headed to the stairs to shower. I wasn't sure how long it would take for the lift to arrive but I decided I didn't want to hurry, I wanted to enjoy the shower. I stripped naked in the ensuite and allowed the hot water to run over my body. It felt refreshing considering the day I had endured and I stood there for 10 minutes before I commenced washing my body. If she was taking me to a sex party, I wanted to ensure the goods were in tip top condition so took some time to shave my balls and trim the pubis area. I wasn't a strict adherent to the porn star look but I always wanted to ensure I was presentable. After cleaning myself up, I walked out of the shower and commenced to trim my face, ensuring the beard was in a presentable condition. I was going to leave my hair as it was and walked out of the ensuite into the bedroom. The sight that awaited me was Felicity laying on the bed completely naked. She laid on her tummy with her back to me, her arse popping up in the air slightly. She spread her legs slightly and I could see her freshly shaven pussy lips poking through. "Jesus," She said as she turned her head to me. "I thought you were never coming out you took that long. Sure you didn't have a wank in there?" "I'm sure." "Come and prove it then!" She commanded. I didn't need much more instruction than that and walked towards the bed, dropping the towel as I did so. Felicity licked her lips as i approached and started to move onto her back. I grabbed hold of her body to stop her and brought her close to the edge of the bed. Dropping down onto my knees, I placed some kisses along her firm cheeks. Felicity could tell what I had in mind as she dropped her front down onto the bed, arching her back slightly. Reaching my hand up, I slowly ran a finger along her slit to try and find her clit. "Mmmm, that feels nice." Felicity moaned. I looked over to see Felicity snuggling her face into the bed as my finger found her little button and started to massage it. The brunette actress moved her body in rhythm with my finger as my kisses continued on her butt cheeks. Her moans started to get louder as my movement started to increase. "God your fingers feel good!" she moaned. "Wait until my cock gets in there." "Can't wait, that cock feels amazing in my pussy." Felicity started to buck her hips on my fingers as they began to thrust into her. Her moans increased in volume as her pussy got wetter, her juices covering my fingers. I could resist as her hole became exposed to me and I brought my lips to it. I kissed along her arse, my tongue occasionally dipping in. The combination proved to be too much as her orgasm took over her body. Her arse bucked back and enveloped my face, my tongue going in and working its way around to generate more moans. After her initial pleasure finished, Felicity collapsed onto the bed and rolled onto her back. She looked up at me and played with her nipples between her fingers. "That was very nice, thanks. A good warm up for the party." "What kind of party are you taking me to?" "This kind of party." She said as flitted her fingers between the two of us. "Thought you could do with going to at least one sex party on your visit here." "And the masks?" "This isn't a networking event and some people have rather specialists tastes. There's still too many prudes in this country, they want to keep it secret. Some people know some identities, you can confide secretly." The doorbell rung as Felicity leaned back on the bed and looked towards me. "That's our ride, go let her in. And keep your cock out." I got up off the bed and followed her instructions. I don't condone opening the front door naked but Felicity must have known they would be comfortable, especially considering where we were going. I looked through the peephole to see a short girl with black hair. She was looking down at her phone as I looked through but her head popped up and she had a smile on her face. "Let me in then Richard before it shrivels up." "Felicity text you." "Yup." She held the phone up to show the text but it wasn't very clear. I unlocked the door and the girl walked in, taking the view of my naked form in. "Nice to meet you, I'm Summer." She said as she held her hand out. "Yeah, I know who you are. Big fan of Firefly." I said as I shook her hand. "Favourite episode?" She walked past me and I took in her body. It was lithe like a dancer and clad in a tight dark red dress, her arse standing out. "Out Of Gas." "I was barely featured in that. I suppose I'll have to compliment something about you." Summer span on her heels and looked over me. "Your cock looks nice, sure I'll give it a good ride." "Would love you to. Could be a while until Felicity is ready." "Ready!" I turned around to see Felicity dressed in a dark green dress showing off plenty of cleavage. She walked down the stairs and took Summer into an embrace, their lips pressing against each other. Her hand crept around to Summer's arse and gave it a hard squeeze. "How did you get ready so quick? I only left you freshly fucked like three minutes ago." "Freshly fucked was the look I was going for." Felicity answered with a smile. "There's a suit and a mask through there for you. Hurry up, we'll meet you in the car." Felicity took Summer in her arm and the two women walked to the door to leave the house. I nodded my head and walked into the other room to get dressed. Felicity seemed to have got all my correct sizes and I walked to the limo to join the ladies after I got my clothes on. They had stopped kissing and were drinking together when I arrived and sat down in the car. The driver pulled off and Felicity started to explain the rules to me. "Don't take your mask off. And don't ask anyone who they are. And don't stick your dick in anyone unless they ask." "Seems simple." "It will be for you. You're in decent shape, a good dick and, from what I've been told, you're a decent fuck. Shame we can't have a go." Summer said after finishing her glass. "No?" "Oh we've already made plans I'm afraid. You'll find someone though." The two girls regaled me with stories about parties they had been to and prepared me for everything that I might see while there. It seemed incredible that they could do this in complete anonymity but I suppose that's how it had to work so they could remain pure in the eyes of the public. The stories continued for about 40 minutes before we pulled into an underground car park. "So we're going to arrive in a minute. Put your mask on and keep it on." Felicity said as she placed hers over her face. She had gone for a half mask, so her mouth was free but Summer had one that covered her entire face. I shrugged my shoulders and put the domino mask on. I guess it's because I was a lot less known. We walked out into a very unglamorous parking lot, plenty of security and cars but no other guests. The girls took either arm and we walked into an elevator as a threesome. The large black security nodded his head as we entered and advised us to go to the 27th floor. Felicity pressed the button and up we rose. It only took a moment or two for the elevator to rise up to it's final destination and the view when the doors opened differed incredibly from when they closed. A mass of bodies appeared from people in the party, all wearing masks and in different states of undress. As we stepped out, there was a group of people watching a man getting pegged by a very busty redhead. "See I told you it would be a sight." Felicity said as I felt hand move to my arse. "You're gonna enjoy it here. You won't be alone for long." "Alone?" I asked as I turned to look at her. "Well me and Summer have an appointment. She'll show you around and then join me." "Thought you invited me to stay with you." "She invited you so we could have a guy with us. Plus I imagine you would like to have some anonymous fun with one of these whores. You never know, she might tell you who they are." Summer said as she appeared behind Felicity. "Okay, well lead the way River Tam." Summer took my hand in hers and we walked further into the party leaving Felicity alone. She showed me various room where people were indulging. There was a thin white girls getting double teamed by two Arabic men while a group of people watched a black woman getting eaten out. As we walked around Summer told me that she had first met Felicity at a party in London that was very similar to this. Summer was being fucked against a wall when the guy decided to go down on her. They dropped to the floor where Felicity was lying down having the same treatment. By now both girls had their masks off and reached an orgasm at nearly the same time. They'd been firm friends ever since. After walking about for twenty minutes, Summer excused herself to go meet up with Felicity and left me alone. There was a group of bodies intertwined with each other while other couples paired off with each other. No one seemed to be paying attention to me so I leaned back against a wall and continued to drink the wine I was given by a passing waitress. The group seemed to be really into each other and made no differentiation between man and woman. I didn't know how long I was watching but I broke out of my trance when I felt someone breathing on my neck. I went to turn my head to see before they soft small hand stopped me. "It's an interesting sight, isn't it?" "People fucking? It's not exactly unusual." "They're not fucking. The couple in the other room are fucking. The two people without masks that are definitely not Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens fucking. Spoiler alert, it's actually Stella. But those people there, they're not fucking at all." "If they're not fucking, what are they doing?" "They're servants of Dionysus. They are giving themselves up to the ultimate pleasure and worshiping all the God has to offer. Man fucks man; man fucks woman, woman fucks woman." "I suppose when you look at it like that, those people are the ones who got it right." "Have you fucked anyone today? Anyone here?" "I have fucked today but not here. Haven't had anyone speak to me yet, never mind offer me a fuck." "Well I'm speaking to you." "I thought at one point you were going to monologue. You do a lot of research into Bacchus?" "Dionysus. And no, I just wanted to speak to the new guy." "How do you know I'm new?" "Well I'm not saying I've fucked everyone here but I don't recognise you. I also saw you enter and she told me a few days ago." "Bloody Fel... girl. For a party that's supposed to be anonymous, she certainly enjoys telling people that I am here." "Don't blame her, you should give her a reward." "Why?" "Because you get to fuck me." I turned around to see the back of the girl walking toward a room, her back was exposed and her arse clad in only a red thong. I followed her into the room and watched as she slammed the door shut. She was shorter than me and had brown hair with a highlight of blonde throughout. She leaned back against the door and I could see that she worse a small see through vest to cover her front. I could see through to her breasts and her nipples stood on end. "You're trying to figure out who I am, aren't you?" I nodded my head. "I am." "Any idea?" She said as she took her top off, leaving her only in her thong. "Well your breasts are too small to be Anna Kendrick." "And they're perter. Nice to see you think I'm American, the accent's working." "Where are you from?" "Maybe Canada. Maybe Sweden. Maybe New Zealand. Not Australia. Why am I the only one getting naked?" My eyes followed her as she walked over to the bed and leaned back into the pillows. I nodded my head and started to take the suit off, her eyes watching my body through her mask. As I was down to my boxers, I could see her lick her lips as she admired my body. "You look like you could be fun. Hope that won't bother you." My eyes followed where she was looking and could see several holes in the wall for people to watch. Every position seemed to be taken up by naked women. "One always appreciates an audience." "Excellent!" She replied while pinching her nipples. "Now come taste my pussy." Her legs were slightly akimbo and I could see a small wet patch in the front. I walked over and knelled between her legs, she raised her foot to my mouth. A smile came across her lips as I took her toes into my mouth and I sucked each one individually. A moan came from her lips as I moved my tongue around her toes. "How can anyone not love their toes being sucked?" She said as she started to suck on her own fingers. "Do the other foot!" I grabbed her left leg and lifted it up as her right dropped down. I started by kissing the base of the foot before bringing her toes into my mouth. I gently nibbled down on her big toe before taking the other individually into my mouth. "That feels so good." I watched her as I took the foot out of my mouth and I kissed around her ankle. Her smile widened as i started to move my lips to her calf and continued to kiss. I snapped a quick look to the peek holes and could see more people had joined to watch so I knew I had to give a good performance as I moved further along her leg. Her soft moans got louder as I reached her thigh. I kissed my way around as I allowed my fingers to run along the inside of her other leg. "Oh God, you've done this before." "Once or twice, aye." "Enough of the entree, let's move to the starter." The girl moved her foot to my chest and pushed me back up onto my knees and we locked eyes. It was only for a moment as her hands hooked into the side of her thong and started to slide it down her body. She had a landing strip of hair above her pussy but it was neatly waxed and her pussy lips were accessible. The thong unhooked off her leg and she threw it carelessly to the side. I wasn't in any doubt what she wanted me to do as she hooker her leg around my neck and dragged my head down towards her body. Within moments I was directly in front of her pussy, her clit already pressing through her labia. I dropped my mouth down and places some soft kisses along the side of her lips, eliciting a slight jolt in her pelvis. I could hear her breathing start to get louder as my tongue teased her pussy, not quite wanting to dive straight in. I moved my head to kiss the top of her thigh and I could feel her rub her pussy against my cheek, leaving a slick on my face. I returned my mouth to her pussy and let my tongue lick up her slit from the bottom. A loud moan came from her mouth as my tongue reached the top but stopped just short of her slit. I knew she expected me to pay her clit some attention but I decided to go another way for now. I raised my fingers to her pussy and parted her lips, allowing my tongue to slide into her. She sighed loudly as she felt my tongue spread out inside and I started to thrust it in and out of her pussy. "Oh yea, that's it. Tongue fuck my pussy!" She said breathlessly. I felt her hand drop down to my hair tussle it as my head bounced. I could feel her thighs press against the side of my head as I pushed my tongue into her pussy, trying to find her G spot. I turned my tongue into a cylinder and pushed it in and out and fast as I could. The mysterious girl started to gyrate her crotch in my face as her moans started to get louder. "God yeah, just there. Push in harder just there." She whispered in between moans. I followed her instructions to the t and pushed as hard as I could into her pussy. I tried to move my head back but she wouldn't let me as hands pushed hard into the back of my head. Knowing I had little room to maneuver but I pushed my head up slightly so my nose was in contact with her clit. I continued to thrust my tongue into her deeply as my nose pressed down onto her clit, eliciting louder moans that started to turn into screams. "Oh yeah, that's it! Just there!" She moaned loudly. I knew that she wouldn't last for much longer, her moans were getting louder and her body was shaking more as I applied pressure onto her clit. I wanted to get her to scream before her orgasm so I forced my head back to separate her legs. She instantly spread them wide allowing me to get into a better position and placing my tongue onto her clit. The moan that came from her lips escaped all of her breath and she looked at me shocked, or as shocked as she could look in a mask. I flicked my tongue over her clit in quick motion as her hands reached up to rub her hair. She bucked her hips more her breathing got more intense and i pushed harder onto her clit. "Oh God, yes! Just there! Oh my, I'm cumming!!" The girl screamed loudly as her orgasm came over her and her juices squirted out onto my face. I licked up the juices as I licked on her clit some more to try and prolong her pleasure. As her body finally settled down from the orgasm, I looked up to see her breasts go up and down as she tried to settle her breathing. They were small but very pert and her nipples looked very tasty. "You want to fuck me now?" She asked. "I want you to cum as hard as I did." "Funny you say that, I want to do that as well!" "Then stick it in." She said as she opened her legs some more. "I hope you're not one of those feminists who refuse to be manhandled." The girl shook her head and I moved over to her side. She rose up into sitting position as I touched her arms and I leaned into her ear. "I just don't want to fuck your pussy." She looked at me confused for a moment but she came to a quick realisation and a smile came across her lips. She nodded her head and moved onto all fours, spreading her legs wide. I moved behind her and grabbed a bottle of the lubricant from the side table. A little giggle came from her mouth as I poured some of the contents over her shapely posterior. It was a good meaty arse for a small girl and it gave a little jiggle as I gave it a slap. "Do you want me to loosen you up first?" "No. Just go straight in and fuck me. I want to shoot your load into my arse." She said as she stuck her arse out towards me. I rubbed the lube over her arse and she let out a little of moan of pleasure, enjoying the feeling of the cold liquid. I rubbed some over my erect penis and started to slide it into her arse. She out a little moan as it slid in but it was obvious from the feel that she would regularly have anal sessions. The head of my cock had only just penetrated her arse when she leaned up onto her haunches and pulled my head forward. She placed her lips onto mine to give us our first kiss and my hand went instinctively to her breast. I pinched her nipple as she pushed her tongue out along my lips and giggled before dropping down onto her arms. "Now that we've done the romantic thing, fuck me like a man!" I grabbed her hips and started to push my cock further into her arse. The girl pushed back to allow my cock's full length to go into her, her cheeks wobbling with every push into her. I could feel a wave of pleasure to come over me as I pushed into the girl and I could feel myself start to get more into it. I reached my left hand back and I struck her arse with my palm, a red mark left on her cheek. "Yes! Spank and fuck my ass! Brand me like your whore." The girl in the mask shouted. I laughed to myself at her words and then drew my hand back to spank her again. I looked forward and could see her reflection in the mirror staring right at me. I smiled back and lowered my hand forcibly on her cheek. The red mark started to stay and the smile got wider as I hit it more. Her moan started to turn into grunts as I started to fuck her arse more deeply with longer strokes. The tightness started to creep up on me and I could feel such pressure on my cock. I closed my eyes with pleasure as I pushed further into her arse, the result of combined pressure from thrusts by me and her. I held onto her arse tightly as I could feel my own orgasm approaching and I wanted to finish insider her. I opened my eyes to look and I could see her still staring forward at me. "I'm gonna cum soon." "Good, I want to see your eyes as you do." I looked directly forward as I directed her hips back to me and pushed myself forward into her. My breathing became heavier as I felt her arse getting tighter somehow. I let out a grunt as my orgasm came and I shot my cum into her arse. I continued pushing forward as my cum filled her arse until the load was completely done and I dropped back onto the bed. I closed my eyes for a moment and felt her move up and cuddled into my chest. "You know what new guy, that was a good little fuck you gave me. Our unnamed friend was very right about you." "I'm glad I could live up to it." "I'll have to try you again, I would certainly love to suck that cock." "You could happily do it now." The girls laughed and kissed me onto the cheek. "I don't like to hang out with the same person for too long at these things, you never know what could be around the corner. You're lucky I let you fuck me." The girls rose up off of the bed and picked up her thong, sliding it up her legs and covering her, moist pussy. She found her see through top and put that back on too. "I'll see you around Richard." I looked at her shocked and she quickly disappeared from sight. I was about to get up when a naked Summer Glau walked in. Her lithe body looked amazing and completely smooth with no hair in sight. "There you are. Felicity was feeling sick so had to go home and I'm about to go home to an orgy. Thought it would be common courtesy to let you know we'd gone." She noticed I was staring at her naked body and spun around for me. "Are you free tomorrow night?" "Yeah, I think so." I said as I stood up and started to put my clothes back on but noticing my tie was missing. "I'd like to take you for dinner. Maybe I'll let you see this body closer." "Sounds like a plan." "Good. Gravicci's at 9. See you then." Summer then disappeared and left me alone in the room once more. I looked quickly at my phone to see a picture message from Daisy. It was the window of an airplane, notifying me she was on her way back. I smiled and looked up to see one guy was in the peek hole area. "Enjoy the show?" He nodded his head. "Which way is out?" He pointed his arm to his side so I nodded my head and said thanks. All I wanted after this day was a nice long sleep. TO BE CONTINUED
Hotel Pavane Ch. 01	51,399	4.77	197,114	[ "hotel", "cheese" ]	Black swans glide along the surface of the lake that surrounds the Hotel Pavane. In the evening, the sinking sun paints the sky and the water red, and the swans become black images casting long shadows among the shadows of the trees that line the shore: shadows with shadows amidst shadows upon the red rippled lake. The Hotel itself was once a ducal palace, and sits atop a spacious island planted with formal gardens and hedgerow mazes, tall poplars and tangled stands of ancient oak, all arranged just so, so that one view is more beautiful than the next, and the whole is a symphony of light and form and shadow. The island is connected to the shore of the lake by a macadam drive, and when the sun slants low like this and the water burns red, the hotel and the island appear to be consumed by a lake of fire, attached to the mainland by a road of smoke. It is all like a dream within a dream. Where the drive connects with the island is a long causeway, and at the end of this causeway are the statues of two angels, one on each side of the road, one looking towards the Hotel, the other looking away, so that one faces the traveler as he enters, and the other faces the guest as he leaves. Each angel holds a bronze sword, and in the light of the setting sun these swords appear to be aflame, just like the sword wielded by the angel who guarded the entrance to Eden. Thus, when entering the grounds, the one angel keeps the outside world at bay, and on leaving the hotel, the other angel keeps back all that has happened there. The staff refers to the Angels as Alphonse and Gaston. Within the hotel are hallways set with infinities of doors, marble stairs leading to hidden verandas, and dimly lit corridors set with lush carpets and hung with faded and obscure paintings. There are ballrooms and dining halls, a spa and pools for taking the waters (in ancient times there were Roman baths here), and although the grounds and hotel are impeccably kept, there is a feeling that time has passed this place by; or rather that time has a different meaning here, measured not by the passage of the seasons, but by the continuity of human habitation. The hotel has assumed a kind of seamless grandeur with the landscape in which it sits, rather like a queen sitting in state over an empty kingdom. This is the sight that Marija Dumanoir sees as she alights in front of the hotel from the limousine that has brought her from the station: the marble steps that sweep up to the portico, the parade of Palladian windows gleaming in the dull light, punctuating the ancient façade of the building with a calm and stately rhythm, the ornamental statuary overgrown with spots of ancient moss. She puts one beige Italian heel down on the gravel, and then the other. She is slim, with large brown eyes and blonde hair, impeccably dressed in a simple beige suit, and from her placid appearance there is nothing to suggest that she's a fragile shell, that inside she's still tender and bruised, wounded by the bitter finish of a relationship of eight months. She's brought herself to Hotel Pavane to try and recover the person she used to be; to try and break through the icy scar that has grown around her heart. The doorman has seen this all before, and takes her bags without a word. She's brought quite a bit of luggage; most guests do. They arrive with the shards of their lives in tow; uncertain as to what to leave behind and what to take with, and so they all bring too much. He leads the way, and Marija walks to the desk where her key is waiting. There's an elaborate fountain in the lobby, the waters spilling softly into the pool below with a soothing sound, establishing a kind of tranquility, and Marija stops to peer into the water. There are flowers within, and fish hang in the stillness. She can see her reflection, and thinks of Andre being there with her, and what he would say. She hates the way she automatically invokes his presence whenever she sees or feels something remarkable, but she can't stop it. His absence is like a sore tooth her tongue won't leave alone but has to press at and worry until it hurts again, and then she's satisfied. "So pleased to have you with us, Ms. Dumanoir. I hope you find your room satisfactory," the clerk says as she signs the register. "Dinner is at seven. If there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to call." Marija takes her key and follows the handsome young bellman up to the second floor. She stands behind him in the elevator, so she can look at his behind in his tight trousers. It brings a rueful smile: what she's heard is apparently true. Then down the long, quiet hall, the wheels of the luggage cart squeaking softly as he turns this way and that through the bewildering maze of corridors. He stops outside Room 243 and opens the door, and she walks into a large and spacious room, restored to all its rococo glory, dominated by an antique table and matching canopy bed. On the table, an elaborate display of fresh-cut flowers perfumes the air, and as she crosses over to the French doors that overlook the lake and the formal gardens, she stops to run her hand over the ancient wood of the bed, trying to imagine things that have happened there. "That bed belonged to the sister-in-law of Maximillian the First," the bellman tells her proudly. Marija looks at him. He is absurdly handsome in his tight burgundy uniform with yellow piping. His cheeks are pink, his eyes bright with youth and health, but he's no more than a boy, and she hasn't any interest in boys. She imagines that he's quite experienced, working at the Hotel Pavane. Everyone is here, and everyone's for hire, or so she's heard. The bellman stands awkwardly for a moment, then opens the French doors for her, and Marija walks over and steps out onto the small terrace. She hears the call of a peacock, and looking down, sees the group on the shadowy lawn: a cock with three hens. A flight of little birds bursts from the ivy below her window and scatters into the gloom like an omen. She stands with her hands on the doors, inhaling the scent of the roses in the garden. Down and to the left, the light in a room is on. The shades are drawn but the drapes are open, and Marija sees shadows passing by the window in the yellowish light. She tips the bellman and locks the door behind him. She takes off her jacket and shoes and walks into the bathroom. It's absurdly sybaritic, the floor and walls of Italian marble, the fixture harmonious with the eighteenth century décor but all apparently new. An enormous shower, a toilet, a sink and a bidet. She runs water into the enormous claw-foot tub, pouring in some lilac salts from the collection on the tub's edge. While the bath fills, she unpacks some things, then undresses, carefully hanging up her clothes as if she's aware of the symbolism of the act. She wants to remember this moment of arrival. She wants to remember what she feels like right now, before anything has happened. She wraps a robe around her and goes back into the bathroom, sits on the edge of the tub and watches the suds accumulate in the steaming water. She'd tried so hard to make it work. She had assumed from the start that Andre was the one, and even after he'd disappointed her time and again she'd refused to give up hope. In the end it had turned ugly and even degrading, and Marija had clung to him, terrified of being alone after having given so much of herself. But her clinging had gained her nothing, and the more she gave, the less she had left of herself. Finally she lost Andre, all she had given, and a great deal more as well. She'd lost parts of herself she didn't think he'd even had access to, parts she had thought were safe. She takes off her robe and hangs it behind the door, then eases herself into the tub, enjoying the sting of the hot water against her skin. She scrubs the grime of travel from her body and then soaks in the fragrant warmth, trying to think of nothing. She's lost so much that sometimes the integrity of her body surprises her. It's as if she expects to see a missing limb or vast scar running between her breasts, but no: her body remains surprisingly healthy in spite of all she's been through. She emerges from the tub and takes a warm towel from the heater and dries herself, then wraps her robe around her body and walks into her sitting room, drying her hair. From her make-up case she takes three bottles of sleeping pills and puts them on the bedside table, next to the phone, lining them up like soldiers. Three prescriptions from three different doctors. No matter how bad things get or what happens to her, she always has these three, more than enough. As long as she has them, every day—every minute—is the result of her decision, and she likes knowing that. She no longer pours them into her hand and fondles them as she once did, toying with the feeling of her own mortality, but still, she thinks of them as her freedom. She walks over to the flower arrangement on the table and takes a tiger lily blossom in her hands, inhaling the fragrance. She looks at the blossom, so beautiful and yet so blatantly, almost comically sexual, the open and welcoming calyx of the petals, the quivering male anthers dotted with pollen. She smiles briefly and is aware of it, of how unfamiliar it feels, and she feels encouraged. Maybe this place will work for her. She replaces the flower, then walks out onto the terrace again, into the warm summer night where her eyes are caught by that same lighted window, open now, with a figure in it, sharply silhouetted against the shade. A man, apparently shirtless, his arms held above his head. He's turned in three-quarters profile, and Marija can see the dim shadow of another figure behind the shade as well. Marija stops toweling her hair and stands transfixed as a woman enters the picture. The woman is wearing a corset; it's obvious from her silhouette, and she's holding a doubled-over cord or strap in her hands, bringing her hands together and then pulling them apart with enough force that Marija can hear the snap from across the way. She sees the woman bring her arm back, the strap dangling, then bring it down on the man's behind. She hears the slap and sees his body jerk in whatever it is that holds him. Marija stands still as a statue as the woman hits him again, and again, and then she slowly backs up into her room and sits down on the bed. She knows what kind of place this is, of course, and why people come here. The reputation of sex and sexuality hangs heavily over the entire hotel, and the reputation is the reason she came. But the Pavane is also known for its exclusivity and sense of discretion. She hadn't expected to be confronted with such a flagrant and lurid display. She plugs in her drier and finishes her hair, standing inside her room where she's safe. The clock says seven ten, and she's hungry, but she takes a moment to inspect her room. There's an antique French armoire that holds a courtesy bar and a large television set. The television seems jarringly out of place in this eighteenth century setting, and she's offended at first, but then she takes the remote control and turns it on. There is a channel guide atop the set, and she picks it up and looks at it. Everything is apparently closed circuit. Channels are grouped together and marked "Male Escorts", "Female Escorts", "Dungeon", "Exhibitionist", "Exhibitionist/Voyeur", "Commercial Entertainment". Her eyebrows lift in surprise. She selects the Male Escort channel and finds herself watching videos featuring virile young men, all apparently hotel employees—little snatches of them riding horses, or emerging dripping from the lake, strolling through the gardens and smiling for the camera. She smiles. She wonders if her bellman is in there. Probably, but she's not interested in finding out. She selects the Exhibitionist channel and find herself staring into a room much like her own, apparently empty, though she can see towels still lying over the back of a chair. She chooses another Exhibitionist channel and is shocked to see a young man sitting on the side of his bed masturbating. He looks up at the camera with a lascivious leer, his face distorted by his proximity to the wide-angle lens. She quickly changes the channel. Marija clicks rapidly through the Exhibitionist channels, and suddenly finds herself looking down at herself in her own room. Her blood runs cold. "This is room 243," she snaps into the phone, her hand shaking with rage. "Why is there a camera in my room? What's the meaning of this?" The desk clerk is terribly apologetic. Wasn't Madame aware that she'd requested an Exhibitionist room? There it was on her reservation; she's even been charged extra for it. He was looking at her reservation now. The request box had been checked. "No," she said trying to keep her voice steady. "I'm sorry, but no. There's been some mistake. I want this camera turned off immediately. No. I want it removed. I want it removed or I want a new room." "At once, Madame. I'll have a man sent up immediately. I do so regret the error. Of course you won't be billed for the camera. I'm so terribly sorry. I can't imagine how this happened..." His tone is so contrite and profusely apologetic that Marija finds herself consoling him. Possibly she had checked that box when she'd filled out her reservation. She'd been quite intoxicated that night. "That's quite all right. Just see that it's turned off. No, there's nothing else. Thank you, that's very considerate. Yes, everything else is quite satisfactory." She hangs up the phone and as she does so, she sees the TV screen go blank as her camera is turned off, but now she can't help but wonder. She aims the remote control at the TV and selects another channel in the Exhibitionist group and finds herself looking down into another empty room. She clicks again and gets yet another empty room, though she can hear voices. On the third try she finds what she is looking for: a man and a woman making love. Now that her suspicions are confirmed, her reflex is to turn away and switch it off, but she forces herself to watch. The camera is above and to the right of the foot of the bed, as is the camera in Marija's room. She can't see their faces. The man is between the woman's thighs, his pale ass rising and falling with thrusts so powerful that the woman's legs shake. He's panting, while she gives a little yelp or grunt whenever he thrusts into her. The camera stares blandly down on them, and though Marija knows that both of them are aware they're being watched and must even enjoy it, she feels contaminated, as if she's been drawn into their perversion. But no, it's not the voyeuristic aspects or even the act itself that strikes her as obscene. It's the couple's awful need, a need that makes them sacrifice even their dignity and privacy in exchange for some brief satisfaction. What keeps her watching is her recognition that she shares the same need. It's as if she's watching people suffering from the same disease she knows she has. It's the woman's hands that seem to hold her attention. With their faces invisible, it's the woman's fingers that seem to be the most human. They spread out and press down urgently on the man's back, or curl into claws to rake his skin. They leave his body and grab at the sheet, as if she's afraid she'll be swept away, then, in moments of extremity, they reach down as she digs her nails into his buttocks, her knees spreading wide, pulling him into her, beside herself with lust. Pleasure, pain, love, hatred: Marija sees them all in the woman's hands. The hands come up and grab the man's hair, and now Marija can see the woman's face for an instant: a flash of eyes tightly closed and open, hungry mouth, nothing more. Both voices rise, his to a low, threatening growl, hers to a shrill and gasping wail that peaks as the woman throws her head back in a sudden choked silence, a scream locked in her throat. Marija realizes with a weird thrill that they're both climaxing. Even as she watches, the man's cock must be already jumping inside the woman and spitting out his lust. The woman's hands ball into fists, then fall back on the bed in helpless surrender as the man's hips lunge at her in angry insistence. It's too much. Marija can't watch anymore. She switches off the TV and puts down the remote. She's breathing deep, her face is flushed. It's so remarkable what sex does to people: how they need it so much, that terrible intimacy of release in another's arms. With her own ardor quenched and battered by the pain of her break-up, she's been able to look at it more objectively, as an outsider, and it seems so strange. In the past months she's come to realize how hard it is to maintain one's existence in the world, to keep one's ego intact in the face of all that tears at it and attempts to grind it down, and now it seems so strange to see how people fight and contend to give themselves away, to throw themselves at one another and lose themselves in their lover's embrace. She feels a sudden urge to masturbate that takes her quite by surprise. Since she broke up with Andre she has had no sex, and absolutely no desire for sex. That's why she's come to this place, to try and rekindle that spark, and yet she lives in fear that she might be permanently damaged, that she may have lost the capacity to respond to that kind of intimacy. She worries that she might be the victim of some form of hysterical frigidity brought about by the trauma of her separation, and that it might be permanent. She's afraid to push herself beyond the level of mild interest she feels now, afraid that she won't respond. And then what would she do? She makes herself behave, letting herself feel the subtle tension in her body that she recognizes with welcome relief as the beginnings of sexual arousal. She feels as though some energy within in her is being renewed, as if the mainspring of a watch is being wound and tightened. It's a good sign, but it makes her nervous. She sits down at her dressing table and does her face: nothing too elaborate, some eyeliner and shadow, some blush, her lipstick. She brushes her hair and studies herself in the mirror: the large, expressive brown eyes, the fine features. She's lost her girlish sparkle, but perhaps she's gained a degree of depth and maturity. Andre used to call her his princess for the fineness of her features and the regal way she carried herself, and she wonders now whether her carriage has changed: whether she still walks with her back straight and her head erect. It's something she hasn't even thought to notice before. It would be easier to stay in tonight, she thinks. She could order in from room service and go to bed early. She wouldn't have to dress, she wouldn't have to see anyone. But she's made a promise to herself and she intends to keep it. She doesn't have long in the hotel. She goes to her bag and finds a new package of nylons, opens it, and takes out one of the gauzy stockings. She rolls it up, then inserts her foot and extends her leg, unrolling it as she goes, then running her hands up its length, over her calf, her knee, her thigh, smoothing out the thin fabric. The way it embraces her leg feels good, and the band of material around the top of her thigh feels very erotic. It's good to feel this way again. She puts on the other stocking, looks through the underthings she's packed away but doesn't find anything she likes. Impulsively, she pushes them aside and takes out a suspender belt which she fastens around her waist and tugs into place around her hips. She purposely ignores her panties and clips the garters to her stockings, then goes to her closet and selects her black dress; black crepe, with tiny thin straps that go over her flawless shoulders. It's unlined, but Marija doesn't hesitate. She leaves her bras in the drawer and slips the dress on over her head, naked beneath it, and looks at herself in the mirror. Yes, the feel of the fabric on her bare nipples and her shaved mound feels very good, very wicked and erotic. So far, so good. The dress comes with a black jacket. She puts it on, fastens a gold chain around her neck, and threads the matching earrings through her ears. She puts on her watch and a gold bracelet, takes her bag and checks herself once more. She had hoped she would feel irresistible, but the best she can manage is kind of stubborn pride and naughtiness. Well, that's close enough. She turns off the lights and exits the room, slipping her key into her purse. The hotel is bewildering, with hallways that jog and branch off, small sitting rooms that emerge unexpectedly, and stairways that appear in puzzling places, seeming to make no sense. Marija is quite lost. She was certain she was headed for the main desk, but now she's disoriented and there seems to be no one about to ask for directions. Finally she hears the murmur of voices, and a few turns later, she's in the lobby again, or rather, a different lobby, and it occurs to her that there must be more than one check-in desk, and she's apparently stumbled upon an alternate. "Excuse me, but how do I get to the dining room?" she asks the young woman at the desk. "Which dining room are you looking for?" the girl asks. "There are several. The Ladies', the Gentlemen's, the Versailles, The Savoy, The New York Grille, The Tea House..." Marija holds up her hand. "Please. I'm just looking for a place for a quiet meal." "Is Madame alone?" "Yes." "If Madame would like to choose her own companionship or just dine alone, I'd suggest the Ladies' Salon. If you seek to meet some gentlemen looking for companionship, I'd recommend the Gentlemen's Room or the New York. Perhaps the Savoy if you're looking for more mature company..." Marija looks at her in confusion. "I'm sorry. I don't understand." The girl smiles and slides a brochure across the marble counter. "The Ladies' Salon is of course for women. We cater to female tastes there, and hotel escorts are available, or, if you prefer, you may dine alone without being bothered. The Gentlemen's room caters to male tastes, but female patrons often go there to be seen and 'socialize'," she gives the word an odd emphasis. "That's where most of the unattached men go to eat." The girl gives Marija a knowing smile, but seeing her confusion, leans over the counter and whispers, "It's very much like a pick-up bar. They'll be all over you there, if that's what you want." Marija feels a slight chill run up the back of her neck as the import of what the girl is saying sinks in. "Other rooms are available too," the girl adds helpfully, "However, you might feel out of place there dining alone. They cater to couples, mostly." "I see. Yes, I think perhaps the Ladies' Salon would be best." She just could not see herself walking into a room filled with leering men, like a piece of meat on a stick thrust into a den of lions. She isn't ready for that. The girl traces a path on the map with a marker and hands it to her. She picks up the phone and says, "I'll call ahead and tell them to see that you get a good table, Ms..." "Dumanoir. And thank you for your help." The path she takes now avoids the labyrinthine hallways and stays to the main corridors. Marija has no trouble finding the Ladies' Salon, and in fact can't quite understand how she became so turned around before. She was afraid that the room would be embarrassingly feminine, but that's not the case at all. The room is done in cream, dusky rose and moss green, the fixtures and place settings pure and elegant, the lighting subdued but not dark. There's a mirrored bar set against one wall, and Marija's somewhat surprised to see that there are some men sitting there, some with women, some alone. Apparently the Ladies' Salon isn't just for women. Despite her misgivings, that lifts her spirits. Although she doesn't want to be stared at by men, neither had she worn this dress for the benefit of women. A hostess meets Marija at the entrance and addresses her by name. She leads her to a table towards the edge of the room, hands her a menu and asks her if the table is satisfactory. Marija nods. From where she sits she can see most of the room, but she herself is unobtrusive. She studies the menu hungrily. She's suddenly ravenous, and everything looks good. A very handsome young waiter comes and takes her order, and it's only after he has gone that Marija picks up the leather-bound booklet on her table. She had assumed it was a wine list, but looking at it now, she sees it is filled with more pictures of young men, all of them apparently employees of the hotel, and all of them available for a fee. With a mixture of embarrassment and fascination she turns the pages. She recognizes some from the video she'd seen in her room, but there are many more. Apparently everyone who works in the hotel is indeed available. This one dresses as a cowboy, in boots and leather chaps. Another affects the manner of a rock star. A third dresses like a motorcycle outlaw in leather and chains. There are princes and businessmen, priests and barbarians, and at the end, a series of pictures of young men who apparently prefer to appear as themselves. Flipping back towards the front, she finds instructions on how the book is to be used. Forms are available from her waitress upon which she can write her choices. Availability of escorts cannot be guaranteed, so she's urged to make her reservations as early as possible. Fees may be charged to her rooms. Gratuities are customary... She is startled by her waitress bringing the first course, and Marija's aware that she's been staring at the book. She puts it down and looks at the other women dining around her to see if she's been noticed. Apparently not. Most of them are alone, but some are in pairs or groups of three or four. How many of them, she wonders, will be asking their waitresses for forms and filling them out? As she places her napkin in her lap and squeezes lemon over her calamari, she's aware of someone's eyes on her. Looking up, she sees a man at the bar regarding her with calm and open interest, and Marija finds herself staring right back at him before she realizes the implications of what she's doing. The man turns away to let her eat in peace, and she feels a sudden flush of excitement. How could she have stared at him like that? She'd never done anything like that before. It must be this place, something about this place. He's very handsome, distinguished actually, and his maturity is welcome after all the smiling youths she's seen so far. The calamari are excellent and Marija eagerly attacks her main course – medallions of veal in Madeira with baby potatoes and fresh peas – keeping one eye on the man at the bar. He's considerably older than she is, and his black hair and beard are flecked with gray. And yet it's impossible to look at his back as he sits at the bar and not think of a man at the height of his powers: knowledgeable and sophisticated. The word "virile" comes to mind, and makes her smile. He's everything that the boys in the catalog are not, and for the first time since her arrival, Marija find her sexual curiosity rising in a personal way. She's not above engaging in a little erotic speculation. "Ms. Dumanoir?" Again the waitress catches Marija unawares as she lays down a beautifully arranged tray of cheese, nuts, and fruit, accompanied by a cut glass decanter of wine. "What's this?" Marija asks. "I didn't order this." "Vintage port," the waitress says. "From the gentleman." Marija looks up to see the man at the bar looking at her again, nodding in greeting. Before she can think to say anything, the waitress has poured a glass of port and handed it to her, and there's nothing she can do but take a sip. The wine is thick and rich, its sweetness aged to an earthy maturity, while the alcoholic bouquet hints at the intoxication to come. The sensual complexity of the wine takes her by surprise. She's never had good port before. As she takes another sip, the man leaves his stool and approaches the table. He stops some distance away, not wanting to impose himself. "It's satisfactory?". "Yes," she says. "Quite good. Extraordinary." She stops short of thanking him outright, enjoying this slight bit of rudeness on her part, just as she enjoys making him stand there as she takes another sip. After all, she didn't ask for this, and she's quite aware this is an opening ploy, and she's curious to see how he'll play his hand. "Allow me," he says. He takes a knife from the tray, and cuts a thin slice of yellow-gold cheese, slides it onto a plate and sets it down before her. "Use your fingers. We don't stand on ceremony here. It's meant to be enjoyed." Marija is slightly taken aback by his gesture, but she picks up the piece of cheese and bites into it. It is as firm as flesh at first, then yields to the pressure of her teeth, and her mouth is filled with a rich, sunny flavor, buttery and smooth with an almost citrusy tang.. "The port," he says. She sips her wine and he smiles as he watches her face. "Sun in a garden, isn't it? What do you think?" It's just as he says. The cheese is warm and sunny, the wine cool, fruity and dark: the combination is wonderfully sensual and intimate. But at the same time it's such an obvious pick-up routine that she has to smile, which is just what he expects. His smile in return tells her he knows it's a clumsy approach. He's very good; perfectly charming, and yet when he looks at her she can see something warm and slightly dangerous in his eyes that brings a welcome flush of heat to her face and chest. She notices that none of the other men have chosen to approach any tables, and she takes that as a compliment. "Please," she says. "Won't you sit?" He holds out his hand. "Ariel Bloom," he says. "I hope you're suitably impressed?" "With your name? Or with the whole presentation? The wine is very good." "Port," he says. "Vintage port. It was a terribly transparent gesture, I'm afraid. But sincere. Things move very quickly here at the Pavane, and he who hesitates is often lost." He fills her glass and looks at her. "Or she, as the case may be." Had all this happened only a few hours earlier, Marija would have laughed in his face, but sitting here filled with exquisite food and drink, in a room whose beauty seemed to impose its own set of rules, she enjoys his attention and his outrageous flirtation. This is, after all, what the Hotel Pavane is for, and this kind of elaborate attention is something new to her. She never engages in anything like this in her normal life. There's never any time, and normally Marija prefers to get right to the point. Now, however, she finds his attention both flattering and arousing. She still has doubts about herself, however; about her ability to go through with this. He works at the Hotel, in some capacity that isn't entirely clear to her: something with event planning, she gathers. He's terribly knowledgeable about the place and often refers to designs and scenes and programs. "And how is it that you happen to be in the Ladies' Dining Room?" she asks him. He shrugs. "Why not? There's no segregation, nothing like that. Anyone's free to go wherever they please. Most men are put off by the word 'Ladies' and so they stay away. This room is really intended for women who prefer to choose their own partners, free of the kind of pressure they'd feel in one of the mixed rooms. I find such women fascinating to watch." He smiles at her. "I know, it's terrible. Very voyeuristic, but it fascinates me to observe people exercising their desires. Don't you agree?" In the context of the Hotel, Marija can only guess what he means. "Perhaps." "But I hope you don't feel that I'm unduly pressuring you," he says. "I don't want to insert myself where I'm not wanted." She looks at him and sees a hint of a smile in his steady gaze. He's an intelligent man, and she decides his choice of words was deliberate. She returns his smile and holds out her glass for more wine. "Not at all." They talk of things of no great consequence, but the words are just an excuse to keep themselves together, like the wine and the cheese. There's no hurry, and yet there's a sense that time is wasting too. Inside Marija is filled with doubt. He's everything she's been looking for, she realizes. Older, experienced, and discreet—everything that Andre hadn't been—and extremely attractive. And since he works at the Hotel, there won't be any strings attached. When they're done, she can just walk away. But can she do it? Is it really as easy as just saying yes? It's been months since she's thought of being with a man, and she hardly trusts her own feelings anymore. She'd be devastated if she failed. At last the room and the decanter are almost empty, and Marija is filled with a languorous goodwill. He tries to pay her bill, citing his employee discount, but Marija won't hear of it and he doesn't insist. He's wise enough to know how things would seem if he paid for her dinner, and so he just signs the tab for the port. She's grateful for his sensitivity. He will see her back to her room, though, and as they walk from the dining room she notices how the staff acknowledges and defers to him. Perhaps it's the port, but it seems like she's aware of everything, from the looks of the staff to the rustle of her dress against her naked skin. He walks her outside onto a vast marble terrace overlooking the water. The lake is dark, the trees darker still, great black shadows blocking the reflection of the stars along the edges of the water. He points out the landscape to her, the various views: the arrangement of the different textures of darkness. It was all designed to be as beautiful at night as it is in the day, and indeed there is something soothing yet mysterious out there in the darkness. The moon is near full, slashed by thin clouds that cast moving shadows on the lake. "It's all designed to create a certain aesthetic sense," he says. "Beauty provokes a type of longing in the soul, a desire for intimacy, to join with it. We've worked very hard to achieve that effect here." The night is warm. The swans are asleep on the far bank, so the surface of the water is mirror smooth. There's nobody about. Marija is unaccountably nervous. She knows what will happen when they reach her room, and it's something she assumed she'd wanted, but now she wonders whether she'll be up to it, whether her body will respond as it should, or whether she's just going through the motions now because she thinks this is what she needs. He seems like a lovely man and an interesting and sensitive lover, but what if he's not enough? What if what she really wants is Andre? "You're worried," he says. "I can feel it. Your wicked past is rising to haunt you, isn't it? A man." She smiles. "It's that obvious?" "A beautiful young woman, alone at the Hotel Pavane. You don't have to be a genius to figure it out. About four or five months ago, I'd say. And now you're wondering if you still have it, if you still have anything left to give." "Eight months ago," she says. She doesn't comment of the rest of what he's said. "Eight months ago? It's worse than I thought." The subject is uncomfortable, so she asks, "Tell me Mr. Bloom. Just what is it you do here at the Hotel?" "Ari, please," he says. She can see his teeth in the darkness as he smiles. "You're going to hate me. I don't have a regular title, but I'm a kind of facilitator. I help plan people's activities here, the things they want to do at the Hotel." "Volleyball games? Basket weaving? Things like that?" He laughs. "People come to us for all sorts of reasons. Most of them are just looking for fun, but some of them come to us with real problems. Sex can be a powerful force for changing people. I facilitate that change." "Like a therapist?" "Not exactly. And not a surrogate either, not anymore. Those days are behind me. Now I simply recommend therapies, things that might help. Of course, for special cases..." Marija watches one of the black swans stand up and ruffle its feathers. It beats its wings uneasily, and she can see the moonlight gleaming off the onyx feathers. Then it settles down and tucks its beak under its wing. The thought that comes to her is an ugly one, but she has to ask. "Is that why you picked me out? Do I look like someone who needs therapy?" He looks at her levelly. "Of course not. In any case, you'd have to request our services." He's silent for a moment, then asks, "Is that what you want?" "What if I did?" Her eyes are on the swans across the lake. "What would you recommend?" She knows what's going to happen, and at first she hates herself for even inviting it. He puts his hands on her shoulders and turns her to face him and she feels a surge of fear and sudden trepidation. She searches his face but his eyes are impossible to read in the dark. His lips come down on hers in a gentle kiss: tentative, as if he's examining her, and it's not the feel of his lips as much as it is the sensation of his hands on her shoulders, holding her. The kiss deepens, and he slides his arms around her back, pressing her against him, and she feels herself press back at him. The feeling of being held is delicious, She lets herself be kissed, basking in his need for her, letting him take her where she wants to go, and thankfully her body doesn't resist him. She feels again that needful ache between her legs, that fullness in her breasts, and she realizes that she still knows how to respond. Her heart might have forgotten, but her body remembers. He lets go of her reluctantly, as if he's afraid that he's rumpled her dress, but Marija is glowing with excitement now, her heart pounding with remembrance. "Where's your room?" he asks. She hardly remembers. She has to take the key from her purse and show it to him, and when she does, his eyebrows rise. "Two forty-three? But that's an exhibitionist room number. All the three's are for exhibitionists." He looks at her with curiosity. "It was a mistake. I booked that room by mistake. I had them take the camera out." He smiles in the dark. "Yes. I don't think that's what you need right now, to be putting on a show for the other guests." "Is that your professional opinion?" "No. It's my male opinion." He takes her hand. "Now come with me." He leads the way across the garden and into a nearly invisible service door at the base of the building. She's hardly paying attention as he finds an elevator, and as they ride to the second floor, he puts his hands around her waist and she willingly wraps her arms around his neck. They kiss, and this time Marija feels the heat rise into her face as he presses his body against hers. Her mouth is suddenly hungry, and whatever she does to him, he does again to her, harder and more insistent, so that when she bites his lip, he bites her back, and when she opens her mouth for him, he opens his, and his tongue penetrates her in a lewd and delicious imitation of the sexual act. His hands rise to find her breasts, and once again it's the feel of his hands on her body that she finds so terribly exciting, even more arousing than these hungry kisses. The elevator stops and he leads her down a maze of corridors until they stand outside of her door. She opens it, and her eyes go immediately to where the camera was. It's gone now, along with its concealing piece of molding. He looks about the room, and his eyes fall on the three neatly-arranged bottles of pills. He walks over to the bedside table and picks one up, reads the label, then picks up another. She stands there uneasily. She'd forgotten she left them out. She'd forgotten all about them. When he looks at her now there is something new in his eyes, something she hadn't expected to see there: a kind of angry lust that makes her weak. She makes herself stand up straight. There's no sense in trying to pretend or make excuses. He knows what they mean. "It's that bad?" he asks. She shrugs. "At times." His eyes soften now and she's relieved she's not going to be lectured or consoled. He's to wise for that. When he takes her in his arms, though, there's a savagery in his touch., a sudden hunger, as if he's afraid now that he might lose her. One hand goes to the back of her head, holding her in place for his kiss, while the other slides over her back, pressing her close, then down across the small of her back over her bottom, where he opens his hand and grips her tight, squeezing her possessively, so hard that Marija gasps in surprise. Yet his sudden hunger thrills her too. He doesn't give her time to worry or think or say yes or no. He's just there, bearing down on her with this furious need, and it's all she can do to keep from being swept away on this cataract of passion. His sudden hunger for her is overwhelming. It's as if she's standing under a waterfall trying to breathe. Both hands are on her ass now, and as he kisses her, he bends her back, keeping her hips pressed to his. He gathers up her skirt, lifting it over her bottom till she feels the cool air of the room against her naked ass. Now her decision not the wear anything underneath her dress comes back to haunt her. What will he think of her now? His hands find her naked skin, and if anything it only inflames him more. He grabs both buttocks in his hands and sinks his fingers into her flesh, then pulls them apart. One finger slides down her crack and probes at her anus, and Marija turns her head to the side and gasps for breath, shocked at his boldness. She clings to his jacket if she might fall. He pulls her over to the bed and stands her there, posing her like a doll as he kisses her face, her eyes, her mouth. His kisses are tender now, but still trembling with a restrained hunger. He seems poised on the edge of some terrible violence, and she's almost afraid to move, afraid she might set him off. He grabs her arms and pushes her elbows back, forcing her breasts to strain against the thin fabric of the dress, and he pulls her against him, crushing her yielding softness against his chest and making her his prisoner. "I'm going to fuck you, Marija," he whispers hotly. "I'm going to fuck you so good you won't ever think of those pills again. You're more than what your boyfriend thinks, and you're more than you know. That's what I'm going to show you." He runs his hands up and down her body, from the hardness of her back down to the softness of her ass and Marija shelters in his arms, her hands against her chest. "You just leave everything to me," he says. "Understand? You don't have to do anything. You just do as I say." She already feels overwhelmed and capable of doing nothing. It's exactly what she wants, for someone to take charge of her and do things for her. He turns her around so her back is to him and unzips her dress. She stands there like a child as he pulls it up over her head, leaving her naked but for her shoes and her stockings, her garter belt and jewelry. She should be ashamed to be seen in her nakedness, but already she's taken his advice to heart. She'll do nothing, not even judge herself. She'll let him do as he wishes. He turns her to face him and steps back, holding her at arm's length so he can have a good look at her. He scans her body up and down, as if confirming what he already knows, and Marija stands there nervously in her nakedness as he inspects her like a simple commodity. His face seems cold and distant, his inspection almost degrading, until his eyes meet hers again and she sees such a look of heat and desire there that she feels herself began to swell and grow wet for him. Her pussy, her whole being, feels like a flower opening to the sun under the heat of his eyes. He goes to the wall switch and turns off the lights. The only illumination is from the moonlight seeping through the French doors. He takes off his jacket and kicks off his shoes; removes his tie and unbuttons his shirt; shrugs off the shirt and lets it fall around his arms as he works on the cuffs, and the sight of his chest and the domed muscles of his shoulders makes her breath race. He's thicker and darker than Andre, and altogether more dangerous. She's so intent on watching him strip that she doesn't even notice her own nakedness. He pulls off his socks and unbuckles his belt, opens the zipper and lets his pants fall to the floor, and Marija can see his cock tenting his shorts, his beautiful, threatening cock, hard just for her. When he comes to her and embraces her again, his shaft presses into her lower stomach and she has the strong urge to reach down and feel it, but he grabs her arm as she reaches for him and stops her. "No," he says. "I'm taking charge. I'll tell you when. Now down. Down." He grips her wrists and uses them to force her down to her knees at his feet. There's no real need to force her. She's willing, but his strength excites her: a measure of his hunger. She wants to be used, which is strange, because she's always hated being treated as a sex object, but now his force is exactly what she wants. She wants to feel the depth of his need for her. She wants him to make her do things. He holds her with one hand on her wrist and pulls down his shorts with the other. His cock springs free, standing straight out in rampant eagerness. He's shaved entirely bare, which only makes him look bigger and more magnificent: thick and hard and wreathed in veins, arching upwards defiantly and capped with a straining helmet like a medieval warrior. Below it his balls hang ripe and heavy, obscenely potent, like stones for a catapult. Marija looks up at him from her knees. He looms above her, still holding her forearms in his hands, glaring down like Zeus from Olympus, his hips thrust forward slightly. Marija has a brief thought of Andre, of a line she never meant to cross, and then she closes her eyes. She opens her mouth and takes him inside. He moans, almost a growl, and she feels his hands tighten on her arms, urging her on. She slides her face forward, feeling the head of his cock rubbing across the roof of her mouth and over her soft palate. She hears him groan again and he shudders, and something inside her smiles with deep relief and satisfaction. She's never thought of herself as being particularly good at oral sex, but then she'd never really had any way to judge. Andre had tended to lie back and keep quiet, but Ariel is the exact opposite. She can feel his cock quivering in her mouth, hear his satisfied moans as her lips envelope his shaft, and feel his excitement in the way he grips her arms. He lets go of her now and reaches down and caresses her face, running his hand over her cheek and then over her lips to feel them stretched around his cock. "Yes," he whispers. "Like that. Show me how you love it." He begins to move his hips, slowly fucking into her waiting mouth. Marija puts her hands on his thighs and feels the iron-like rigidity of his muscles. Above her, she can see his stomach trembling with tension, and the realization that she is having such an effect on him arouses her terribly. She begins to bob her head up and down on his cock, sucking as hard as she can. Already he's panting. Marija weighs his balls in her hand, feels their heavy potency, and his overwhelming maleness makes her groan herself. She knows where that cock is going, knows there's no way to stop him, and it's such a relief to her. He reaches down and combs his fingers through her hair, pushes it back from her face so he can watch her, then holds her head gently as he begins to fuck her mouth with slow, deep strokes. The way he uses her excites her: the way he takes control of her and imposes his will leaves her free of any responsibility, free to just experience the feel of him in her mouth. His excitement communicates itself to her, and suddenly she's on fire, sucking his cock, pulling it from her mouth and rubbing it over her cheeks, painting her face with his seeping lubricant. Ari thrusts his hips out, wraps her hair in his fists and begins to fuck her mouth with a hard, steady rhythm. It's a savage way to treat this girl, yet she responds with moans and gasps of her own, thrilled by his violence. His stomach trembles, the big muscles in his thighs stand out like steel cords, and he lets her feel all his animal desire, pure and undiluted. But when he feels himself close to coming—when he feels the muscles tightening in his ass and belly, the fire in his nerves that signal the start of release—he stops, pulls his prick from her open mouth and bends down. He lifts her to her feet before she knows what's happening. "On the bed," he says, and he pulls her over and pushes her down face first onto the mattress. Marija wipes her mouth with her hand, totally confused, on fire for him and feeling her mouth's emptiness throughout her entire body, as if a part of her is missing. Her sudden need makes her weak and unsteady, and she lets him push and pull her around on the bed until he has her as he wants her: head down on the mattress, ass in the air, knees parted. She remembers the mirror standing against the wall, and looking over she can see herself. She looks at the woman on the bed, the wicked stockings and garter belt, the breasts hanging down in elongated cones. She is a slut, she realizes, a brazen, shameless slut who's about to be fucked by a total stranger. As if reading her mind, Ari caresses her naked ass and says, "I want you to forget all about who you are. For tonight I want you to be nothing but a body, pure sensation. All you do is feel." He pushes her knees together and pulls her hips back so that her puffy lips are compressed into two fleshy buns between her thighs. He holds her knees together, squats down and licks her, a lewd, animal-like swipe of his tongue, totally unexpected. She shudders, and he licks her again, pushing his mouth against her and trying to spear his tongue inside, though with her legs compressed he can only just touch the sensitive nerves at her entrance. Marija groans. The way he licks her and presses his face against her is obscene, primitive and feral. It's totally unlike what she expected from this worldly and urbane man, but the very wildness of his actions arouses her terribly and brings out her own primal feelings, dirty and deliciously alive. She sneaks a glance in the mirror again and sees him kneeling on the floor, his face pressed into her ass. One hand caresses her buttocks, pulling them apart and squeezing. His other hand is on his hard, glistening cock, and he's pumping himself, masturbating as he licks and mouths her pussy. He raises his hand and brings it down sharply on her ass, totally unexpected, making Marija cry out in surprise. No one has ever struck her before, not even in play, and it shocks her, but when she tries to move he pulls her roughly back into place and slaps her bottom again. "Ow!" "Shhh!" he warns. "Stay still! I'm not hurting you." He slaps her again, and Marija grabs onto the bed cover, not knowing what else to do. It's a violation of all that she believes about love-making, and yet the angry sting of his hand on her flesh satisfies something deep inside her, some need to be owned and possessed, to be punished for her own erotic desires. Four times he spanks her, and then his hand slides over her ass like a thief returning to the scene of the crime, caressing her, feeling the heat rise to the surface, worshipping her reddened skin. He slaps her twice more and now she makes no protest, feeling his blows as rightful possession. She feels the mattress sag beneath his weight as he climbs into the bed. "I'm going to fuck you now, pretty," he says. "Just like this. Like animals fuck, back to front. Spread your legs." She's on fire for him now, wet and aching between her legs, consumed by a wild mixture of shame and raw sexual need. She knows what he meant about forgetting who she is. She doesn't want to think about that, about guilt and remorse and making it good for him or what he'll think about her afterwards. She just wants his hardness inside her and the fierce strength of his lust possessing her. She spreads her thighs and lifts herself up on her forearms, daring to look back over her shoulder at him.. He doesn't come right into her. Instead he reaches beneath her from behind and presses hard against her labia, as if checking her condition, seeing if she's ready. His fingers slide between her lips and find her secret flesh, the eager bud of her clitoris, and his touch is almost too much to bear. It's a casual, almost cruel gesture, as if he were checking his bath water, and the callous way he touches her turns her heat into a raging flame. It's so foreign to her to be treated like this, but it inflames her. He works a finger into her and pumps it in and out mechanically, his other hand on the small of her back. Marija can feel his eyes on her, and she gasps and covers her head with her hands, lacing her fingers in her hair as if she can hide herself from what he's doing to her. "Do it!" she hears herself cry. "Fuck me!" He only grunts in acknowledgement, and again the mattress rocks as he gets into position. His big cock nudges at her opening, and she grabs the covers and holds on, waiting for his entry, not daring to think. It's been so long, and she's grown tight, but he's amazingly hard and won't be denied. His hands go to her hips and he grabs the crests of her hips bones and pushes forward, and she feels herself opening up to his onslaught, her stubborn flesh yielding before his irresistible attack. "Oh!" she cries. "Oh God!" "Tight," he says. "You're all closed up, aren't you, Marija? But we'll open you up, pretty. You'll see. I'll open you up!" It's like being a virgin again, the same fear of pain, of inadequacy, but now she knows she doesn't have to do anything. It's like he said: he's going to take it from her. She just has to be there for him and he'll take what he wants. "Oh!" she cries out again as he shoves the entire length into her at last, and she feels unused muscles stretch and throb around him. Delicious pain, a thrilling ache as he fills her, till he tightens his grip on her hips and pulls her all the way back, thrusting forward and impaling her on his rampaging cock, flattening her buttocks against his hard stomach. Marija looks into the mirror and sees their image. He's standing tall on his knees and leaning back slightly, his hands on her hips; she's kneeling slavishly before him, ass up, back bowed down as she presses her tits against the bed. All her attention's on his throbbing hardness inside her, on how good he feels, on how sweet it is to be caught on the end of that angry male shaft. "All right," he gasps. "Here it comes, Marija. Get ready for me." She doesn't know what he's talking about. Wasn't he already in her balls deep? Her pussy's stretched around the thick base of his cock like an elastic band. She can feel him throbbing inside her. But now he pulls back, increases his grip on her hips, and begins to fuck her, slamming into her, the knobby shaft of his cock bumping over her flesh. "Oh yes! Oh yes! Fuck me! Do it!" she yells. His roughness and selfishness thrill her to the core. He fucks her like she belongs to him, like she has no purpose other than to serve him, and his selfishness sets her free. There's nothing she can do, no way she can reciprocate. Her only option is to lie there and moan and get fucked, possessed by his savage lust. It's delicious, liberating, and before she knows what's happening, a little orgasm washes like a wave of fire through her body, summoned by his lust. Her body, her very sensations are no longer hers to control. They belong to him. He seems to know exactly what she's feeling, for no sooner has she come then he pulls out of her and pushes her over on her back. Marija's too weak to even try and resist him. She's like a rag doll in his hands, and as soon as he has her on her back, he enters her again with one smooth move of his hips. He falls on top of her, cradling her head in his hands, and his ass begins to rise and fall, thrusting his prick into her like a battering ram, knocking down all her defenses, battering her senseless. He kisses her, biting and licking her lips like an animal, swallowing her moans and groans into his mouth, and his hips never stop working. Her knees are spread wide, her feet planted weakly on the bed, and her hands grab at the bed cover in a desperate attempt to hold on. "Take it, Marija!" he moans into her mouth. "Take my big cock and make me come! Can you do it? Can you make me come? Can you make me come in that hot pussy?" She wants to. She wants to fuck back at him, to make it good for him, but he's already moving so fast, fucking her so brutally she can't get any sort of rhythm or purchase on the bed. She feels herself climbing to another orgasm, her feet and ankles tingling, her face growing hot and flushed. She turns her head and looks in the mirror and sees herself pressed into the mattress, her knees up and apart and shaking with every bruising thrust of Ari's hips. She sees his muscular ass rising and falling, his buttocks clenching as he feeds his cock into her and stirs it around inside. His shoulders are thick knots of muscle; his face a mask of furious lust and anguish. His violence overwhelms her, thrills her. He fucks her so hard the entire mattress sways beneath her, the whole world rocking to the angry rhythm of his prick inside her. Ari grabs her wrists and pushes them down beside her shoulders, holding her to the bed, holding her immobile while his thundering cock hammers at her cunt, filling her and releasing, filling and releasing. Marija can't move, can't resist him if she'd wanted to. She closes her eyes, opens her mouth to his ravishing tongue and gives up; gives up fighting, gives up resisting, and opens herself to him entirely: not just her body, but her heart and soul, letting herself be conquered by his thrusting cock and the tight grip of his hands on her wrists. She knows then that surrender is triumph, that letting go is security. His wild need proves her worth, and the only way she'll find herself is by giving herself away, and with those thoughts in her mind, she climaxes. She climaxes with a violence and a thoroughness that she's never felt before, as if her entire soul were washed in brilliant light. For those brief moments she's entirely sexual, nothing but cunt, and she plants her feet on the bed and thrusts her hips up at him hard, enveloping him in her clutching sheath and letting him feel her raging joy. She has an image of his face above her, his look of furious lust replaced by one of sudden astonishment. His eyes glaze and go sightless, and with a low, feline growl she feels his cock jump inside of her, feels his entire body tighten into one, tense and trembling mass of muscle, and feels the burning jolt of his ejaculate splash inside her, one gout after another, and each one pushing her higher into a brilliant darkness. \\\\\* He's lying on his left side facing her, the covers pulled down to his waist, his back to the open French doors so that his right arm and shoulder are lit by moonlight, his face in shadows. "You're sure?" he asks. She's on her back, the covers under her chin. She's always cold at night, even in the summer. "Yes. Would there be a problem?" He lifts himself up on his elbow and looks down at her, reaches out and runs his palm across her breast. "No. No problem. I'd even waive my fee, if that's what you really want to do." "It is." "It's not just all fun and games, you know. You'd have to do as I say." "I don't mind. I want to do it. If it's anything like tonight, I want to do it." He pulls the covers down and looks into her eyes as his hand caresses her naked breast. "You have to be with me full time," he says. "So you'll have to extend your stay. I'll take care of your room. I don't want you paying. They won't miss you at work?" "I don't care about the money," she says. "And they've been after me to take a vacation. They said it would be therapeutic. I don't think anything could be more therapeutic than this." He lowers his head and his tongue traces circles around her nipple. Marija closes her eyes and arches her back against his touch. The chills she feels aren't due to the cold. His hand slips under the sheets and trails down her stomach, detours over her hip and comes to rest against her sex, where she's still wet with the overflow of their passion. "And you want everything?" he asks. "Yes. Everything. When can we start?" He touches her and despite herself, she gasps and feels her thighs tremble. "Right now," he says.
Matty Meets Kimmy Ch. 07	19,171	4.69	609,855	[ "wedding", "boyfriend girlfriend", "romance", "nurse", "doggystyle", "hotel sex", "sexy lingerie", "shaving", "true love" ]	"They'd be so proud," I heard Maggie whisper to Matt. The siblings exchanged a somber smile then hugged. "Go on Kels, get in the picture," I urged. The curly haired little girl ran over and leapt into her uncle Matt's arms. Matthew lifted her up and the three posed while I took the picture. We were at our graduation, taking pictures after just having received our diplomas. Everyone had flown in, my parents, Adam's and Summer's parents, Matt's sister Maggie and her daughter. "Okay, now one with you two," Maggie instructed as she reached out her hand. I turned over the camera and stood at Matt's side, hugging his waist. "Smile!!" Maggie yelled as she snapped the shot. After going through the seemingly endless permutations of pictures to take, we all headed out for lunch. XXXX "So are you two excited about the big day?" my mother asked Summer and Adam as we dined at the Italian restaurant. "We sure are," Summer replied. I looked over to the far end of the table. Matt was returning from the rest room and stopped to chat with Summer's dad. I could see that the two seemed to be engaged in a serious conversation. They ended it with a hug and Matt walked over to his seat beside me. I smiled up at him as he sat. Matt ate a spoonful of his desert and I felt him hold my hand beneath the table. "So Matt, I understand that congratulations are in order?" my dad asked. "Thanks Mr. Kent, it's all very exciting," Matt replied. Matt had learned the day before that he'd been offered a job down in Miami as a research assistant at the University of Miami. He'd been searching desperately for a job in Miami ever since I was accepted to an internship at the local NBC news affiliate for south Florida. "When do you start dear?" my mom asked him. "Oh not until the fall semester starts, so I have the summer to move down and see about finding a place." I squeezed Matt's hand as he spoke and he smiled over at me. Breaking the news to my parents the week before that I wouldn't be returning home, but instead Matt and I were going to find a place of our own and move in together. Thankfully, they took the news well and were pretty supportive. I suspect they sensed the seriousness and maturity of Matt and mines relationship. We finished up with our meal and my dad paid the bill as a little graduation present to us all. After dinner, Matt and I drove my folks to the airport to catch their redeye. "Okay sweetie, see you in a couple months," my dad stated as he hugged me while Matt hugged my mom. We exchanged and Matt shook my dad's hand and I hugged my mom. Matt and I waited a while and watched my parents walk off before heading to the car. "What time does Maggie's flight leave in the morning?" I asked as we drove back to my apartment. "Pretty early, I'm dropping her off for six," Matt replied. "Be sure to wake me so I can come with you," I told Matt. "You know you don't have to, it's already eleven, we're not going to get to bed till around midnight," Matt replied. "It doesn't matter, wake me," I insisted. "Okay," Matt replied as he reached over and held my hand. Once back at my place, we took a quick shower and got ready for bed. As I crawled into bed and over to Matt's side, I let out a satisfactory sigh, "Wow, what a day, I'm exhausted." "Well you better rest up, we're in for quite an exhausting weekend," Matt replied, referring to Adam and Summer's upcoming wedding. "Oh gosh I know, but I'm so excited, it's gonna be so much fun," I gushed. Matt and I were sound asleep a couple minutes later. XXXX "Babe, time to get going," Matt whispered into my ear. I rolled over and saw that it was just past five AM. Matt helped me out of bed and I quickly brushed my teeth and got ready. It was still dark out as we drove over to Maggie's hotel to pick her and Kelsey up. Matt pulled into the hotel parking lot and over to the lobby. He placed a call, and out came Maggie and Kelsey. Matt got out and helped with the bags. "Morning guys," I greeted as Maggie and Kelsey got into the car. "Hey Kim, sorry about the early morning flight," Maggie replied. "Don't be, we're just glad you two could be here for our graduation. Did you have fun Kels?" The little girl smiled and nodded her head. "She's not all the way awake yet," Maggie chuckled. We drove to the airport and dropped the two off at their gate. After a quick goodbye, Matt and I were again headed to my apartment from the airport. "So I noticed you and Summer's dad talking last night," I commented. "Uh huh," Matt responsed. "Looked like a serious conversation," I prodded. "He was just telling me how proud he was of me, you know for graduation and all, and that he was happy I found a job and that if I ever needed anything not to hesitate to call." "Aww, how sweet," I responded, almost teary eyed. When we got back, Matt and I crawled right back into bed and fell asleep. XXXX On Friday morning, Matt and I packed up his car and started out on the journey to the five star hotel Adam and Summer had booked for their wedding. The wedding was taking place on Sunday, but most guests, as well as Matt and I were spending the weekend at the hotel. It was about a four hour drive from my apartment so we arrived around lunchtime. "Wow, this place is gorgeous," I commented as we pulled into the valet lane infront of the luxury hotel. The attendant saw to our bags and escorted us through the lobby to the check in desk. I spotted Adam's parents also checking in. "Hey guys, found the place easily?" Adam's mom greeted. "Yeah, just followed the gps all the way," Matt replied. "Great, well we're heading up to the room; see you guys tomorrow for the rehearsal." We waved goodbye and stepped up to the counter. The woman behind the desk smiled at Matt and and asked for our reservation code. Matt and I made our way up to the sixth floor and found our room, 653. Matt tipped the bellboy and we entered the room. "Sweet!" Matt exalted as we walked into the lavish room. The room was large, with a king sized bed in the middle. There was an office desk and chair in the corner and a velvet love seat against the window. On the other side was a small circular table with two wooden chairs. On the wall hung a nicely sized flat screen television as well and a couple pieces of beautiful art. I walked over to the dresser drawer, "Ohh look at this," I pointed out. There were two champagne glasses and a bottle of champagne chilling in a decorated metallic container. I picked up the card that accompanied the bottle and read out loud, "To our dear friends, Just a little thank you for joining us on this most special of occasions, All our love, Adam and Summer." "How sweet," I smiled before handing the bottle to Matt. I explored the bathroom which was just as luxurious as the bedroom. When I heard a loud pop and rejoined Matt in the room. He handed me a glass of champagne and poured one for himself. We walked over to the round table, "Ohh, before I forget, I should hang up our clothes," I blurted out. I set my glass down and retrieved the two garment bags that contained my dress and Matt's suit. I hung them on the hook behind the bathroom door then walked back over to Matt. We sat at the table and clinked our glasses together. Before we knew it, Matt and I had finished the bottle. I stood up to go to the bathroom. When I returned, Matt giggled as I swayed as I walked. "Babe are you okay?" he chuckled. "Yeah, I think I might have had one glass too many," I replied. Matt burst out into laughter as I hiccupped. "Come on, let's take a nap, it's gonna be a late night," he stated. Matt was referring to Summer's bachelorette party and Adam's bachelor party which were taking place tonight. "Okay, that sounds nice," I replied and walked over to the bed. Matt pulled off the covers and we crawled into the plush bed. "Oh god, this feels nice," I sighed as I pressed my head against the soft pillow. XXXX When I woke up it was a couple hours later. I rolled over and found Matt on the laptop, "Whatcha doing?" I asked as I stretched my arms. "Just checking out a place for tonight," he replied. "A strip club?" I teased. Matt looked over at me and smiled, "Noooo," he replied. "But you guys will be going to a strip club right?" I asked. "Probably," Matt responded, "Is that going to be a problem?" he queried. "Of course not baby," I smiled, "In fact, I have a present for you," I replied. "Oh really." "Yup, hold on a sec," I stated and reached over for my purse. I delved into my bag and pulled out the item and handed it to Matt, $50 in singles tied together with a pink ribbon. "What's this?" Matt asked as he laughed. "Fifty bucks," I replied, "First dance is on me." Matt laughed again, "Fifty! Baby, I was gonna spend twenty at most, why would I spend all that money when I what I really want is right here," he explained as he leaned over and kissed me. I giggled against Matt and held his face in my hands, "I just wanted you to know that I'm okay with you going to a strip club, and that I trust you completely, so this is my way of showing you." "Aww baby, you're the best, and of course I know you trust me, and you should know, I would never do anything to hurt you. . .ever," Matt stated firmly. "I know sweetie," I replied before we kissed again. We ordered some room service and had a quick dinner before we began to get ready to head out. I stepped out of the bathroom dressed in my pink cocktail dress and saw Matt sat on the love seat tying his shoe laces. He looked up at me and whistled, "Hot date baby?" he teased I walked over to Matt and sat sideways down onto his lap. Matt held my back with his hand and kissed me, "Mhmmm, maybe we should just tell them we're sick and have ourselves a private party," Matt whispered. I playfully struck him on the shoulder before kissing his cheek. Just then the phone rang. I walked over and answered. "Hello?. . . .Oh Hi!.. . .Okay, I'll let him know, bye." I hung up the phone and turned to Matt, "That was Adam's cousin, Greg, the guys are waiting for you down in the lobby." Matt stood up, and I straightened his shirt, gently patting his shoulders, "Have fun baby," I told him before kissing him on the lips. "You too Kimmy," he replied then walked off. After Matt left, I finished getting ready then headed over to Summer's room to get going on her bachelorette party. XXXX The elevator dinged when I reached the sixth floor. I looked at my phone at saw it was just about 2 am. I walked down the hallway to the room. Upon entry, I found Matt, still dressed up, lying on the bed with the television on. "Hi baby, when did you get back?" I greeted. Matt looked at his watch, "Oh just about ten minutes now." I kicked off my heels and crawled into bed, resting my head on Matt's chest. I smiled as I felt his hand drape over my back and I nuzzled my face against him. "So how was your night?" I asked with my eyes closed. "Great. . . well as great as any night could be without you." I smiled again and gently rubbed Matt's torso with my palm. "What about you girls, get up to anything crazy?" I chuckled, "A little bit," I admitted, "We had a nice night; I think Summer really enjoyed herself." "That's nice," Matt replied as he stroked my hair. We laid there for a few seconds. I finally asked what I really wanted to know, but I asked in an innocent jovial way, "So how many lap dances did my fifty bucks get you?" I could hear Matt chuckle, "None actually." I flipped my head over so I could face Matt, "What? It was more than fifty dollars?" I asked. "No baby," Matt laughed, "Lap dances were thirty bucks, I meant I didn't buy any dances for myself," he explained. I felt a warm feeling throughout my body and smiled at Matt, "So what happened to my fifty bucks?" "I gave it to the guys," Matt chuckled. "So why didn't you want any lapdances?" I asked. Matt paused for a second, "Well it's not like I was a perfect angel all night, I did my share of slipping singles into women's g-strings, but when it comes to having a woman grind up against me, there's only one body I want." I blushed slightly, "Wow, somehow you made a sentence where you talked about slipping dollars into other girls' underwear sound like the sweetest thing I've ever heard." I grabbed Matt's hand and stood up, "Come on," I said as I pulled him up off the bed. I walked him over to a clear spot in the room then positioned one of the armless wooden chairs there. "Sit," I instructed as I walked over to my suitcase and retrieved my speaker attachment for my phone. "What are you up to baby?" Matt asked as he took a seat in the chair. I plugged the speaker into my phone and started up some music. Next, I walked over and dimmed the lights, "I think you deserve to have a lapdance tonight, so I'm going to give it to you," I explained. "Is that right?" Matt smiled. "That's right mister, so just sit back and enjoy." I walked over to the mini fridge, retrieved a miniature bottle of scotch, and poured it into a glass. I handed Matt the glass and sat my butt down on his lap, "A little something to help you relax," I whispered before unbuttoning his shirt. I opened Matt's shirt but left it on him. I took great delight in rubbing my hands across his chest, savoring the feel of his warm skin. Matt sipped on his drink and I slowly began rubbing my butt against him. He wasn't fully hard yet; I could just feel the outline of his member against my ass. When Matt was about one sip away from finishing, I took his glass from him and shot the rest of the scotch. "Wow, that might be the hottest thing I've seen all day," Matt stated as I walked over and set the glass down on the dresser. I turned up the volume on my phone as a lively pop song came up. The sound was loud enough to fill the room. I sauntered back over to Matt and stood infront of him. I began sultrily swaying my hips, moving in time with the music. Matt smiled at me as I slowly stooped down then back up, dragging my hands over my body as I moved. I spun around and wiggled my butt for Matt. Looking over my shoulder, I was happy to see Matt's eyes directed down to my ass. I bent all the way over, touching the floor without bending my knees and gave him another quick shimmy. I slowly stood back up, dragging my fingers, up my legs, thighs, all the way up my torso. I looked back over my shoulder to Matt and hiked up my pink tight cocktail dress. I moaned as I felt the cool air against my bare ass, the back of my purple thong lodged between my cheeks. Another song began in I shuffled my feet backwards then sat my bare ass down on Matt's lap. I leaned back against Matt's chest, resting the back of my head on his shoulder as I slowly writhed around ontop of him. I grabbed Matt's hands and pressed his palms against my abdomen. I slowly pushed them up across my flat stomach, up to my petite breasts. Matt squeezed down on my modest tits, gently massaging them. "You know there's to touching in lap dances babe, it's the law," he joked. "Mhmmm," I groaned as Matt squeezed hard on my breasts, "No rules here baby, you can touch whatever you want, and do whatever you want," I whimpered. I grinded on Matt for a few seconds more then sat up and bent my neck forward. "You wanna get that?" I asked as I reached behind and tapped on the zipper at the back of my dress. I felt Matt's hands on me in a flash, and heard the sound of him unzipping me. I stood up and slid my dress down my body, letting it pool around my ankles. I kicked my dress to the side and now stood before Matt in just my purple lace thong. Leaning over, I placed one hand on Matt's shoulder to support myself. My other hand, I lowered to Matt's crotch. I traced the outline of his erection then wrapped my slender fingers around him and squeezed, relishing the feel of his full hardness. I looked up to Matt's face and smiled before planting myself back down on his lap. I gyrated my ass against Matt's hardon while I pulled his face to mine. Pressing my soft lips against Matt's, I groaned into his mouth as I felt his hands on my naked breasts. When the song changed, I slid off Matt's lap. I raised my hands to above my head and began, dancing for his enjoyment. Stepping forward and placing my feet on either side of Matt's lap, I then pulled his head to my stomach. My moans filled the room as Matt kissed my skin. I continued swaying my hips, slowly from side to side as Matt worked his tongue against my belly button. I ran my fingers through Matt's hair, massaging his head till I heard another song change. Mischievously, I abruptly pulled Matt's head away from my body and stood back. Turning around, I lowered my hands to the waist band of my thong. I leaned over a bit, sticking out my butt, making sure Matt had a nice view as I slowly lowered my thong. I could feel the thin strap of material dislodge itself from between my butt cheeks and I let go, allowing the slightly damp pair of panties fall to the floor. I gave Matt a little wiggle of my butt before turning and straddling his lap once more. Lowering a hand to my vagina, I briefly slipped a finger along the length of my sex, then brought my hand up and offered Matt my glistening finger. "Mhmmm, you get me so wet," I moaned as Matt sucked on my finger. "This must be getting so uncomfortable," I teased as I gyrated against Matt's cock. "Mhm hmm," he groaned. "Let's see what we can do to get you some relief," I smiled before lowering my hands to Matt's groin. I unzipped Matt's slacks, then dipped my hand into his fly. Working my tiny hand through the hole of Matt's boxers, I grasped onto his manhood and pulled him out. "Mhmmm, you're so hard baby," I cooed as I nuzzled my face against Matt's neck, kissing his skin as I slowly stroked him. My breasts were pressed against Matt's warm skin and I could feel my hard nipples drag back and forth against his chest. "You like it like this or do you want the pants all the way off?" I asked before nibbling on Matt's ear. "All the way off," Matt managed to grunt. I giggled and slid off Matt's lap, "You're the boss," I replied as I stooped down and unbuckled Matt's pants. I tugged on the black pinstripe slacks and pulled them along with Matt's boxers completely off. As I stood up, another song began to play. I turned around and began dancing once more. I inched my way back then sat down on Matt's lap and began grinding against him. His warm cock felt amazing sliding up and down between the crack of my ass. I could feel the slight wetness of precum smearing my cheeks as I continued rubbing against Matt. "You like that baby, rubbing your big cock against my ass," I moaned. "You feel so nice," Matt replied. I continued rubbing against Matt till the song was over. I quickly stood up and spun around, then straddled Matt's legs a final time. Shimmying forward, I smiled down at Matt's cock staring up at me. Matt held me by the hips and I wrapped my fingers around his penis and slowly stroked. "You ready for me baby, because I can't wait to have you inside me," I cooed. Matt smiled and kissed me. I raised my body just slightly and position Matt against my opening. I pressed down and Matt's bulbous head entered me. A gasp escaped me as I sunk further, taking all of Matt into me. I panted my warm breath against Matthew's face as I sat on his lap, his cock throbbing inside me. "Mhmmm, this feels wonderful," I moaned. "You're wonderful," Matt responded. I stared deep into Matt's eyes as I worked the muscles in my vagina, contracting the walls of my pussy against his sturdy cock. Matt's eyes widened and I smiled knowing I was having the desired effect. Matt pulled me to him, pressing our naked bodies together, and we kissed, "You are such an amazing creature," he whispered. I smiled and began slowly gyrating my pussy around his cock. "Mmmmm, you like it like this, ahhh, you like it nice and slow?" I teased. "Yeah baby," Matt whimpered as he pressed his palms against my back. He pulled me to him and lowered his face to my chest, kissing the top curve of my breasts. A shallow cry escaped me as I lifted myself just a little then sank back down. Matt continued to hold me, kissing my chest, as I very slowly moved myself up and down on him. I fought every urge to begin pressing hard and fast down onto Matt's cock, appreciating every second of our tender unhurried love making. Matt never once thrusted up into me; he just sat there and let me do with him as I pleased. As I continued slowly moving myself on Matt, I pulled his face from between my breasts. I bit down on Matt's lip and moaned joyously, "I'm so close baby," I whispered. Matt pushed is tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it. A few more delicate gyrations and I was moaning into Matt's mouth. I could feel a rush of warmness radiate outwards from my pussy throughout my entire body. I pulled my mouth from Matt and hugged his neck tightly, whimpering softly as I experience the apex of our passion. As I continued writhing on Matt's lap, he squeezed me tight and I felt him lurch up just a little. Matt's body shuddered, he pressed his face against my shoulder and I felt his cock twitch hard inside me, over and over again. "Mhmmm, yes baby," I cooed as our orgasms collided. I smiled feeling the warm wetness of Matt's cum inside me; it seemed to turn me on even more. Matthew eventually calmed and he kissed me. I sat there for a while, my arms around Matt's neck, waiting for his cock to go down. When it did, I gently raised myself off of him. As I stood up, I immediately felt Matt's spunk running down my thigh. I giggled and reached down, collecting a glob of the warm creamy ejaculate on my index finger. Matt stared in awe as I licked my finger clean. "You are so perfect," Matt commented as he placed his hands on my hips and pulled me close so he could kiss my stomach. "Come on, let's go shower," I whispered and pulled Matt to his feet. I finally removed Matt's shirt completely and we slowly walked to the bathroom. Lying in bed, Matt had his arm over my side as he spooned me. I loved having his body against mine; it made me feel so at ease, safer even. "Your skin is still so warm from the shower," Matt whispered. I giggled as I felt him kiss the back of my neck. I held Matt's hand and rubbed his knuckles with my fingers, "So if I ask you again how your night was, what would you say now?" I asked. "Hmmm, I guess I'd have to say the strip club was okay, but later that night I got the best lapdance of my life," Matt replied. We both chuckled, slowly falling asleep together. XXXX Matt woke me the next morning, "Babe we gotta get going. We have to be downstairs for the rehearsal," he informed. I looked at the clock, it was almost noon. I rolled out of bed, took a quick shower, and then got ready. Matt and I made our way downstairs and into the beautiful hall where the wedding was taking place. The entire room was decorated really majestically, the pièce de résistance being the arch at the head of the room, laden in ivy and adorned with white flowers. Thankfully they were not quite ready. Matt ran off to get us some juice while I walked over and joined the rest of the wedding party. We waited about fifteen minutes for the final necessary member to arrive, Summer's dad who of course would be walking her up the aisle. I took Matt's empty cup from him and disposed of it as well as mine. We listened attentively to the wedding planner who directed the entire process, telling use where to stand, how long things would take; basically what to do and when to do it. The entire rehearsal lasted about a half an hour. At the end, Summer walked out to the middle of the room, "Hey everyone, thanks for coming down today and helping out, Adam and I are so excited for tomorrow. We'd like to invite you all to lunch at the seafood restaurant right off exit twenty, our treat, to show our appreciation. All those that would like to join us please meet there for one pm, thanks again." Matt and I stuck around chatting with everyone for a bit then headed out to the parking lot. On the way out we ran into Adam's mom and dad, "Hey Matty, are you two heading to the lunch?" "Yes sir," Matt replied. "Do you mind if Adam's mom and I hitch a ride?" "Of course not, come on, the car's right over there." The four of us drove the ten minutes it took to reach exit 20, and spotted the restaurant just as Summer had described. Summer and Adam had reserved an entire room to accommodate the large party. We were escorted to the back room and seated. As lunch wined down, we heard the clinking of a glass. We looked over and saw Adam standing at Summer's side. He held his fiancé's hand before he spoke, "Hi everyone, umm, Sum and I would just like to thank everyone for coming out to share this special day with us, and thanks for all the help. Thanks to all those who travelled from far, and to all those who are taking part in the ceremony. We couldn't be happier and would just like everyone to relax and enjoy the day tomorrow." There was a round of applause when he leaned over and gave Summer a peck on the lips, "Save it for tomorrow!!" Matt yelled, to which the table laughed and cheered. I turned to Matt and playfully struck him on the arm. Matt and I spent the rest of the evening back at the hotel. We had a quick swim in the pool then I took a nap while Matt worked on his best man's speech. I had completed my speech weeks ago and given it to Matt for his feedback. When I woke up, Matt was still sat at the desk. I walked over to him and kissed the back of his head as I wrapped my arms around him, "Hey babe, how's it coming?" "Just about done," he replied. "Okay, I'm gonna hop in the shower," I replied. Before heading to the bathroom, I ordered Matt and me a late evening snack from room service. As I stepped out of the bathroom in my sweats and t-shirt, Matt was on the bed munching on the fruit salad I ordered. "So what do you want to do tonight?" I asked, sitting in the office chair and rolling over to the side of the bed. "How about a nice quiet night, I don't want to feel drained tomorrow," Matt answered as he fed me a slice of pineapple. "Nice night of cuddling and watching TV then?" I asked lovingly, taking a couple grapes from the bowl. "Sounds perfect," Matt replied. He took a sip of his water then crawled out of bed, "I'm gonna shower, could you do me a favor and read my speech and let me know what you think?" "Love to baby." Matt walked off to the bathroom and I rolled the office chair back over to the desk. I picked up Matt's speech and began reading while munching on the fruit salad. By the end, I was almost in tears. Matt came strolling out of the bathroom in his green boxers, "So is it okay?" he asked. I looked up at him with glassy eyes, "It was beautiful babe, sweet and to the point, funny when it needed to be but also poignant," I gushed. Matt smiled at me and switched off the lights. We climbed into bed and I turned on the television. XXXX The next morning I was up early. I let Matt sleep in for a bit, but when I saw eleven AM approaching, I had to wake him. "Hey sleepyhead, are you gonna join me for breakfast?" I called out to him. I was sat at the small round table, already eating breakfast. I watched as the white covers began to stir, and slowly, Matt's head came into view. He looked at me with half open eyes, and I giggled at the state of his hair, "Your pancakes are getting cold," I informed him. Matt slowly made his way out of bed and joined me at the table. "Mmmm, this tastes so good," I professed, "Here, try a piece," I offered. Matt opened his mouth and I fed him a forkful of my omelet. "That is good," he nodded, his voice a little hoarse. Matt took a sip of his juice and dived into his shortstack of buttermilk pancakes. After our late breakfast I cleared the table and placed the cart with the empty trays outside our door for the hotel staff. "I'm gonna take a shower, then head to Summer's room, the stylist is coming in a little while to do our hair and makeup. "Okay sweetie," Matt replied as I walked to the bathroom. After using the toilet, I shed my clothes, or Matt's clothes rather, I was wearing one of his old t-shirts and a pair of his soft cotton boxers. I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. As the warm water hit my skin, I let out a satisfactory sigh. I got dressed in my jean shorts and a button up white shirt. Matt was sitting on the office chair at the desk using the laptop. I walked up behind him used my hand to play with his haphazard morning hair, "Okay babe, I'm off," I told him as I kissed him on the head. "See you later Kimmy, I'm just gonna finish up here then shave and get ready," he replied as I grabbed my purse and walked off. I knocked on Summer's door and announced my presence, "Sum! It's Kimberly." "One sec hun!" I heard her reply. The door opened and Summer greeted me in a white bedroom robe, "You're getting married today!!" I yelled. "I know!!!" she screamed in returned as we hugged and squealed. Summer closed the door behind us, "The stylist will be up in a bit," she informed me. "Okay, and before I forget, here you go," I replied, before digging into my purse and handing over a pair of pearl earrings, Summer's "something borrowed." "Thanks babe," she replied. "I forgot to ask, what is your something blue?" Summer grinned as she walked over to her suitcase and held up a blue pair of lace panties. We both laughed, "You are so bad," I chided. "So what did you and Matt get up to last night?" she asked as we took a seat on the edge of her bed. "Oh just watched some television, a quiet night." Summer nodded, "How I wish I could spend a night snuggled up with Adam just watching television, we haven't slept in the same bed since coming to the hotel, we both agreed, not until the wedding night," she smiled. "Well it's all building the mood for tonight, I bet it's gonna be really special," I replied. "Which reminds me, have a look at this," Summer stated before walking over to the closet. She pulled out an all-white corset, complete with expensive frilly lining, stockings, garter, and legging strap clips. "Agent Provocateur, it cost me almost six hundred bucks." "Wow Sum! Adam's gonna lose his mind, you're gonna look so hot in this." We smiled at each other then heard a knock at the door. Summer placed her outfit back in the closet and answered the door. It was Summer's cousin Ashley, one of her bridesmaids. We all sat and chatted till the stylist finally arrived. It took almost three hours, but we were finally finished with our hair and makeup, which left us with about an hour and a half to get dressed for the wedding. I hugged Summer and Ashley goodbye and headed back to my room. As I entered the room, Matt was stood infront the dresser mirror, already in his suit, tying his tie. "Oh my, who is this handsome man in my room," I teased as I walked over to Matt. I turned Matt to me, and took over from him in tying his tie. "You look so gorgeous babe, I'd kiss you but I don't want to get makeup on you," I stated. "Liar, you just don't want to mess up your makeup," he teased. I laughed and nodded, "Yes, well that too," I replied. Matt leaned over a pressed his face against the curve of my neck. I giggled feeling his smooth skin against me. He lightly pressed his lips on my neck then pulled away, "Well I'll leave you to get ready; I'm heading over to Adam's room. See you downstairs." I patted Matt's chest and shoulders, smoothing out his suit jacket, "Okay babe, see you," I replied. I watched Matt leave then went about getting ready. After stripping, I dug through my suitcase, smiling as I retrieved the red lace bra and panty set. I picked it up last week at Victoria's Secret; a little something for Matt. After slipping on the bra, sexy half cups that covered just over my nipples, I stepped into the lace panty, sliding them up my thighs. I spun round to have a look at my butt in the mirror. The panty was a full back, but the lace material was see through; I could clearly see my butt cheeks being squeezed together by the snug fitting garment. I quickly retrieved my dress which still hung in its garment bag in the bathroom. Stepping into the dress, I pulled it up my body and slipped my arms through the slender shoulder straps. I looked in the mirror; the dress was absolutely beautiful. Described as dark cranberry, it was a light, flowy, utterly romantic piece of clothing. Made of silk georgette, it was delightfully pretty in pleats with a crossover bodice and empire waist. Sleeveless and topped with a sweetheart neckline, the straps of the dress felt soft over my shoulders. Ending at just above my knees, the dress was conservative enough for a wedding but still very sexy. I adorned myself with a simple silver necklace and tiny diamond stud earrings. After some perfume and a touch of light pink lip stick, all that was left was to slip into my sliver open toe strappy high heels which had a slight glitter finish. I gave myself a once over in the mirror then checked the time and saw it was time to go. The wedding planner greeted me just outside the elevator and walked me over to the rest of the bridal party. Gathered outside the hall in a line were the two bridesmaids, myself, Adam's 9-year old cousin Daniel who was the ring bearer, his twin sister Jenny who was the flower girl, and finally Summer and her dad. We were all lined up and waiting. Once the entrance music began, a beautiful orchestral piece, the wedding planner gave the go ahead for the bridesmaids to begin walking in. Two attendants opened the large wooden double doors and the processional began. The two girls and I clutched our bouquets and began our slow stride up to the arch. I spotted Adam and Matt and the other two groomsmen positioned at the head of the aisle, patiently waiting. I couldn't help but smile when Matt's eyes met mine. Now at the top of the aisle, the bridesmaids and I did our turn and took our positions. We watched as Adam's cousin made his way up the aisle, clutching on to the white pillow that held the rings. He looked so adorable in his little suit. Next came another devastatingly cute sight, the little boy's twin sister, daintily walking up the aisle, delicately dropping pink and white flowers from her basket. Finally the traditional bridal entrance music began and all the guests rose to their feet. A stunningly beautiful Summer came walking up the aisle, clutching her dad's arm. When they got to the arch, Summer's dad raised her blusher veil and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Summer and I exchanged smiles as she turned to face the priest. The ceremony was short but sweet, before we knew it, Adam and Summer were kissing for the first time as man and wife. The exit music began and the two walked off through a hall full of smiles. Matt and I stepped forward and linked arms, both of us unable to hide our smiles. As we walked out of the hall, we were directed round to the side of the hotel where there was a large grassy area with a pond in the background where we took what seemed to be an endless amount of pictures. The hall was quickly rearranged for the reception while everyone was outside taking pictures. We reentered the hall and sat at our tables. Cocktails were served as we went through the speeches, of which Matt and I did fine jobs. After Adam's closing remarks, dinner was served. The meal was light and tasty, perfect for the occasion. Matt and I who were separated by Summer and Adam kept stealing glances at each other. Finally it was time for the first dance and Matt snuck over and sat beside me. I excused myself to go use the ladies room. By the time I returned, the dance floor was filled with people. I returned to the head table but didn't see Matt. Taking my seat, I scanned the room for him, finally spotting him on the dance floor. He was dancing with Jenny, the little flower girl. A warm cherishing feeling overcame me as I watched them dance; the little girl looked so adorable standing on Matthew's shoes as they waddled from side to side. When the song was over, Matt walked Jenny over to her parents' table and he returned to me, "Should I be worried?" I teased as he approached me. Matt chuckled and played along, "Oh god baby, you weren't supposed to see that, let me make it up to you, would you like to dance?" "I'd love to," I replied as Matt took my hand and I stood up. We made our way to the dancefloor. Matt clasped my hand is his, and placed his other arm on the small of my back, while I wrapped mine around the back of his neck. "I didn't get to say this earlier," Matt whispered into my ear, "But you look amazingly sexy in that dress." "This old thing?" I joked. We danced for a few songs then Adam and Summer came dancing over to us, "Mind if we exchanged partners for a dance?" she laughed. Matt and I separated while Adam walked over to me. Summer and Matt danced off while Adam held me and we did the same. "Sooo Adaaaam, tell me, how does it feel to be a husband?" I asked. "So far so good," he joked, "Really though, it feels wonderful." "What time is your flight in the morning?" I asked, referring to Summer and Adam's honeymoon trip to the Bahamas. "Takes off at eleven," he replied. "That's nice, you two can sleep in a little," I teased. Adam spun me and we laughed as we danced our into another song, After another minute or so, Matt and Summer danced over in our direction. "Excuse me Adam, but your wife would like to dance with you," Matt stated as the song came to an end, emphasizing the word "wife". We all shared a laugh while I kissed Adam on the cheek and handed him over to Summer. Matt and I danced for a couple more songs then took our seats for the cutting of the cake. "They look so cute," I commented as Adam fed Summer a piece of cake. Matt reached over and held my hand as we looked on. After the cake was the throwing of the bouquet. Matt playfully forced me up from my seat and over to the pile of women. We were all jostling for position, screaming and laughing. I did my best to catch it but it instead fell to Ashley, Summer's cousin. I walked back over to Matt defeated. He kissed me on the cheek as if to console me and we giggled. As the night drew on, we did some more dancing and mingling but eventually around one AM the crowd began to thin. Matt and I said our goodbyes and headed up to our room. The elevator doors opened on the sixth floor and I stared at the long hallway that led to our room. I let out a despondent sigh, "Ughhh, these shoes are killing my feet," I stated as we stepped off the elevator. At that very second, Matt swooped down and picked me up off my feet. I let out a shrill cry then laughed as he carried me in his arms down to our room. Matt's hands being occupied, I reached over and opened our door, "Hmmm, carrying me over the threshold huh, aren't we skipping some steps," I teased. "Don't get any ideas," Matt joked as he carried me into to the room and over to the bed. Matt gently laid me down on the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor. He held my feet in his hands and undid the straps of my shoes. I let out a sigh of relief as he slipped them off my feet, then a moan of passion as I felt his lips on my toes. Matt sucked on my toes for a bit then stood up and began to undress. I lay there, admiring him as he stripped for me. When he was totally nude I stood up and sat him down on the edge of the bed. "You look so damn sexy in that dress, I don't want to take it off," he murmured. "Okay then, let's go to bed then," I teased. "Wait wait! I said I don't want to not that I wouldn't," Matt jokingly protested. I reached behind me and expertly unzipped the back of my dress. Matt raised his hands to my body, sliding his palms against me, over the smooth silk. I slid the straps of the dress off my shoulder and the light garment fell to the floor. Matt looked up at me with brightened eyes, "Babe is this new?" "Uh huh," I replied and spun around. I stuck out my butt for Matt's viewing pleasure and felt his hands roam across my cheeks against the lace material. "You look incredible," he complimented. I turned around and straddled Matt's lap, pushing him down to the bed, "It's all just for you baby," I whispered before leaning down and engaging him in a heated passionate kiss. I groaned blissfully as Matt's hands groped my ass, sliding beneath my panties and squeezing my flesh. He rolled me over and pinned me beneath him then began kissing his way down my body. When he reached my breasts, Matt pressed his face between my cleavage and licked my skin. He pulled on the lace halfcups just a little so my nipples were exposed then began sucking on them. At the same time, Matt had slid his other hand slowly up my thigh and began rubbing my pussy through its lace confines. "Mhmm, that feels so nice," I cooed. Matt looked up at me from between my breasts, "How does this feel?" he asked as he tugged my panties to the side and slid a finger in me. My euphoric groan was answer enough for Matt and he slid his finger in and out of my dampening paradise. Matt went back to his business, lowering his face back to my pert breasts. I tossed my head on the pillow back and forth as my senses ran wild. After a few minutes, I placed my hand on Matt's head, clutching on his hair and pulling firmly. It forced Matt away from my breasts and he looked up to me, his now two fingers slipping into and out of my cunt with ease. I held Matt's face in my hands and pulled him up my body, till finally he was staring down into my eyes, "I need you baby, I need you now," I whimpered. Matt leaned in and kissed me. I groaned into his mouth when he pulled his fingers out of me. Matthew brought his fingers to our faces, placing them between our lips as we kissed. "Please Matthew," I groaned again. The use of his proper name must have tipped him off to my desperateness; he gave me relief but not before offering one last taunt, "You're so sexy when you beg," he whispered. Matthew positioned his cock against my slippery folds, my panties still pulled to the side, and eased into my. "Ohhhh god yess!" I bellowed as Matt filled me. Once in, Matt immediately began pumping his hips, stroking his cocking into my urgent pussy. "Fuck baby, you're so wet,"Matt whispered as he pressed his lips against my cheek. After giving me another kiss on the lips, Matt pulled his face from mine. His cock slipped from my pussy to which I groaned in agony. "I'm sorry baby, one second," Matt reassured me. Standing on the side of the bed, Matt held on to my feet and pulled me. My petite body hopped through the air, my butt landing right on the edge of the bed near Matt. I smiled up at Matt as his held my upwardly outstretched feet against his chest, one lying against each of his shoulders. I sighed pleasantly when I felt Matt's cock again pressing into my wet folds. Matt pulled me forward a little, and slightly held me with my butt just off the bed, making sure his cock was able to delve all the way into me with each stroke. "Mhmmm, you feel soooo good baby," Matt groaned, his thighs slapping against my ass. "Mhmm yeahh yeahhhh mhmmm fuck me baby!" I shrieked. Matt slid his hands up and down my legs, kissing my toned skin as he fucked me. I was now whimpering with every thrust of Matt's hips. He smiled down at me as he slowly began pulling my legs apart. Matt soon had my legs spread as wide as he could reach as he continued plowing his sturdy manhood into me. "You like that view baby?" I moaned. "Mhmmm, ahhh mmmm, you look so sexy," Matt groaned as he stared down at me. Another few strokes were all that was needed to bring me to a blissful crescendo. I cried and moaned as my pussy clamped down on Matt's pistoning cock. He was soon to follow as I felt his grip on my feet tighten and a carnal grunt escape him. Matt's cock twitched inside me and I felt his cum spewing into my spasming vagina. A few seconds later, Matt eased out of me. He brought my feet together, against resting them on his chest. I felt him kiss my legs a final time then gently set them down over the edge of the bed. Matt joined my and I wrapped my arms around him. "That was wonderful," I cooed. Matt smiled as kissed me. We lay there for a couple minutes in each other's arms. "Ughh," I finally sighed in disappointment. "What is it?" Matt asked. "I have to go shower and wash my face. I've got to get all this gunk off," I explained, referring to all the makeup, "I could literally feel it clogging up my pores," I exaggerated. We lay silent for another few minutes, when Matt reached over and began playing with my nipples. I squirmed and giggled at his touch. "You like my bra," I asked as I played with the lace half cups. "I love it, but I love what's under them even more," Matt replied as he pinched my erect nipples. Matt slid off the bed and stood infront of me. He reached out his hands to me, "Come on, let's go," he instructed. I smiled and reached up to him. Matt grasped my hands and pulled me to my feet. Once he stood me up, Matt placed his hands on my waist and lifted me. I squealed with joy as Matt hoisted me up and hung my body over his shoulder. "Off we go," he stated before heading to the bathroom. I was staring at Matt's back, my head upside down, hair all around me. I laughed and playfully slapped Matt's butt as he took me to the bathroom. Matt finally set me down. We stood on the soft bathroom mat just outside the glass paneled shower. I began to slide my panties down my legs, a task Matt was all too happy to help me with. As we pooled my underwear around my ankles, I could feel Matt's semen oozing down the inside of my thigh. Matt reached behind me and unclasped my bra, letting it fall off my breasts and onto the floor. He leaned in and immediately took my nipple in his mouth. I ran my hands across Matt back, before stepping back, leading Matt with my breasts into the shower. I switched on the shower and Matt and I stepped beneath the warm water. We soaped each other's bodies then I poured some of my face wash into Matt's palms and let him wash my face. "There's my pretty girl," Matt commented as I rinsed my face clean. "You didn't like the makeup?" I asked. "I loved it, but nothing can compare to your angelic face," Matt replied before kissing me. His hands roamed my body and I could feel the resurgence of his manhood pressing against my abdomen. "Ready for round two?" I whispered into Matt's ear. "You read my mind baby." With that, Matt lifted me in his arms once more. I wrapped my legs around his hips and lowered my hand to find his cock. I quickly positioned Matt against my cunt and sunk down onto him. We both let out a satisfactory moan before pressing our lips together. XXXX The next morning Matt and I were up around ten. We packed up our bags and had a quick breakfast. "Gonna pack the bags into the car and fill up with some gas babe, be back in about twenty minutes," Matt informed. "Okay sweetie, see you in a bit." Matt left and I made sure we hadn't missed anything while packing. I watched some television and checked my watch, it had been about forty minutes and Matt still wasn't back yet. Then, there was a call on the phone, not my cell phone but the hotel room phone. I walked over and picked up, "Hello?. . . .Yes this is she. What?!? Oh my god!. . . . Is he okay? Where is he?. . . .I'll be right down!" I rushed out of the room and into the elevator. The concierge had called from the lobby; apparently Matt had taken a nasty fall on the stairs outside of the hotel and was unable to walk. I stared up at the numbers on the elevator slowly going down; I swear I almost had a panic attack. As the doors opened, I ran out and over to the main entrance. There, at the base of the steps laid Matt, a hotel bellboy sitting with him. I rushed to Matt's side, "Baby, are you okay?!?" Matt looked up at me and followed my eyes as I knelt down beside him, "I think I'm fine, it's just my ankle." "What happened?" I asked as I brushed his face, there was a small cut on his forehead. "It's my fault, I was sprinting back into the hotel, my flip flops slipped and I missed a step. Ended up landing awkwardly and rolling my ankle, came down pretty hard on it and heard a crack," he explained. "Okay, everything's gonna be fine," I consoled, then turned to the bellboy. "Hi, could you please call up to room four sixty three and see if anyone's there. Tell them that Matthew is hurt and downstairs at the entrance." "Of course Miss," the bellboy replied and walked off. I turned back to Matt and continued to gently rub his face. Luckily, Summer's mom and dad were still here, they came rushing out once the call had been made. I explained to them what happened and gave Summer's dad Matt's car keys. He brought the car around, and together with the bellboy's assistance, we helped Matt into the back seat. Summer's mom and I hopped into the car and we drove off to the hospital. It took a while but the doctor finally came to see us with Matt's X-ray results. "Well young man, seems that you've broken your fibula, right at the joint of your ankle," he explained as he placed the x-ray on the light screen and pointed out to us the site of the injury. "We've given you something for the swelling so we're going to be able to put you in a cast right away. Sorry to say, but you're going to have to stay off the foot for at least six to eight weeks." "Thanks doc," Summer's dad replied. The doctor left and returned about half an hour later with a nurse. They went through the process of applying a cast. It took about ten minutes to put on, then another ten or fifteen to dry. "Okay Matthew, you're all set, the nurse will be back in a bit with you discharge papers, and here is a prescription for some pain meds" the doctor stated with a kind smile. I took the prescription from the doctor and stored it in my purse. The nurse returned shortly afterwards a pair of crutches in her hands, "Do you know how to use these sweetie?" she asked. Matt smiled at the woman, "Yep, unfortunately I've had prior experience," he replied as he took the crutches from her. "Okay, here are your discharge papers, you're set to go, good luck hun." Matt took the papers from the woman and handed them to me. Summer's dad drove us back to the hotel, "Are you sure you want to drive back today sweetie?" Summer's mom asked me. "I'll be fine, but I promise to call as soon as we reach home," I assured her, "And thanks so much to you both, sorry you had to spend most of your day stuck in the hospital," I added. "No problem at all Kimbery, we're just glad it wasn't anything more serious," Summer's dad replied as he pulled into the hotel parking lot. The couple exited the car and I walked over to the driver's side. Summer's dad helped Matt over to the passenger seat. I hugged Summer's mom and she went over and gave Matt a kiss on the cheek, "Thanks so much for everything," I heard Matt tell her. Summer dad walked over to me and I kissed him on the cheek, "Drive safely sweetie, and take care of our boy, okay?" he instructed as we hugged. "I will sir, I promise." With that, I got into the driver's seat and took off. We left the hotel around four in the afternoon; I made a quick stop at the pharmacy to pick up Matt's prescription then began the drive home. By the time I pulled to the front of my apartment building, it was almost 9pm. I got out and helped Matt out of the car. The pain meds had made him a little woozy so I had him drape his arm over my shoulder and I helped him up to my apartment. Once inside, I walked Matt over to the couch and gently sat him down. I took a pillow from the couch and placed it on the coffee table, then very carefully, lifted Matt's leg and set it down on the pillow. "Comfy?" "Yeah babe," he replied. I began to get up, "I better go get the bags out of the car," I informed. Matt clutched my hand and pulled me back. He stared somberly into my eyes, "I'm sorry babe," he whispered. "Whatever for sweetie?" I asked as I placed my palm against his cheek. "I'm sorry for ruining the rest of our summer, the last two months we have up here before we move to Miami," he explained. "Aww baby. . .you haven't ruined anything. We're going to enjoy every second of the next two months, I promise. Once we have each other, we can be nothing but happy," I reassured him. Matt smiled at me and I kissed him on the forehead, "You're the best sweetie," he replied. It took me two trips, but I was finally able to get mine and Matt's bags up from the car. I joined him back on the couch and we had dinner, some burgers we picked up on our drive home. I curled up next to Matt and we watched some television. After the television show we were watching ended, I looked at the clock, it was almost eleven. I turned my face up to Matt's, "You ready to go to bed?" I whispered. He nodded and I got up and helped him to his feet, "Okay, let's go see about getting you washed up then," I stated. As we entered the bathroom, I sat Matt down on the closed toilet seat. "So how do you want to do this? Bath or shower? If it's a bath you can probably just hang your foot over the edge of the tub, for a shower we'd probably have to wrap your foot in a garbage bag or something." "Hmmm, I'm not sure, what do you think?" Matt asked. I thought for a while then I figured it out, "I know what we'll do; you can lay in the tub with your foot over the edge. I can use the detachable shower head to wash and rinse you, there's a knob on there to switch off the water so we can use that while I'm lathering you up and not worry about getting water all over the place." "Okay then, let's give that a try, maybe tomorrow we can try the shower with a bag and see what's easier," Matt replied. He began to remove his t-shirt as I struggled with his shoes and socks. Matt unbuckled his shorts and I slipped them off, then his boxers. "Keep it professional missy," Matt teased as he saw me smiling at the sight of his soft penis. "Yes sir," I replied. I helped Matt into the tub and laid a folded bathroom towel on the edge for him to rest his foot on. "Comfortable?" I asked. "Yeah, it's fine," he replied with a smile, "You're loving this aren't you?" he asked. "Loving what babe?" "Having to be my nurse," he explained. "Well if you're asking if I'm happy you got hurt, then the answer is no, but if you're asking if I'm glad for this opportunity to show you how much I love and care for you, then the answer is yes." Matt smiled at me and beckoned me over for a quick kiss, "You're an angel baby," he replied. I retrieved a hand towel, then took the detachable shower head off its hook. I turned the switch on the shower head to stop water flow, then turned the bathroom knobs to get the water flowing. "Ready?" Matt nodded and I turned the switch back on and water came shooting out with force against his chest. "Ohh god sorry!" I yelled and quickly adjusted the settings on the shower head to achieve a gentle flow. "Warm enough?" I giggled. "Yep, feels good," Matt smiled I moved the shower heard slowly over Matt's body, making sure to steer clear of his injured foot. "Raise up a bit babe," I instructed then let the warm water run down Matt's back. I grabbed the hand towel and held it under the water, then turned the switch on the shower head to stop the water flow. "Hand me that bodywash please." Matt reached to the side of his head and grabbed the bottle and gave it to me. I opened the cap and poured a generous amount of bodywash gel into the damp hand towel. After closing the bottle I set it down and began rubbing the hand towel together, building up a nice thick lather. Finally I began to wash Matthew's skin. I moved the bathtowel and my other hand slowly across his skin, washing away the day off him. After his chest, I moved up to Matt's neck, shoulders, then arms. He sat up again and I did his back, all the way down to his hips. I asked Matt to lift himself up, which he did. He supported himself with his arms on the edge of the tub, and I quickly slipped my hand under him and soaped his butt cheeks. Matt turned and smiled at me as I slid my hand between the crack of his ass and rubbed, "Full service huh?" he joked. "Yep, that's right sir," I replied. Matt sat back down and I re-lathered the towel and my hand. I now reached over and washed Matt's right leg. I slid my fingers between his toes and played with them a little, then worked on soaping up his thighs. Finally I moved to Matt's crotch. I opted to use just my hand as I let the hand towel fall to the floor of the tub. Sliding my hands up Matt's thighs, I rubbed and massaged his skin. Quite a bit of lather built up as I combed my fingers back and forth against Matt's short dark curls, he didn't shave all the way anymore, but kept the area neatly trimmed for me. I used one hand to gently stroked Matt's semi hard penis, and the other to rub his balls. My hands slipped and slid with ease thanks to all the soap. I looked over to Matt and smiled, "I could get used to this," I commented. "You say that now, but when we're four weeks in and you're doing it day after day, you'll get bored," he quipped. "Never baby," I replied with a loving smile. After a few seconds I slid my hands off of Matt. He offered no groan of disappointment or asked for me to continue. He just shot me a genuinely loving smile. Of course I would have been happy to finish him off, but the fact that this was just about washing up was somewhat sweet. "Okay, time to rinse off," I stated. I grabbed the shower head and switched the water back on. I let the water run over Matt's skin, washing away the lather. When we were all done, I switched off the water and hung up the shower head. I helped Matt to his feet and out of the tub then grabbed a towel and dried him off. We walked out to the bedroom and he sat on the bed while I got his clothes. Matt slipped his feet into the cotton boxers and I pulled them up his legs and thighs. He raised a little and I was able to pull them up around his waist. Finally I slid Matt's t-shirt over his head. "Whew!. . . All done," I panted, "Okay, lay down," I instructed. Matt did as I said. I got a pillow and positioned it for him to rest his foot on. "Everything feels good?" I asked. "Everything's perfect babe, thanks." "You're welcome sweetie, I'm just gonna hop in the shower, be back in a jiff." As promised, I was back in bed as quick as possible and I snuggled up to Matt's side. XXXX In the next six weeks, Matt and I got our system down to a science; we were up around nine and had breakfast in bed. After getting ready we usually just went down to the pier and sat near the water and hung out. After lunch we usually did something relaxing like go to the movies or lay out in the park. Then we picked up something for dinner or I would make something at home. Afterwards, Matt and I hung out on the couch watching television or movies for the rest of the night. Then was bath time, and finally we were off to bed. In some ways, they were the happiest weeks we'd spent together. Matt's injury meant we had to spend almost all our time together unless he was taking a nap or something as I didn't feel right just leaving him alone and going out. One would think that at some point we would get on each other's nerves, but strangely, that moment never came. Matt and I had just returned from dinner out. We had been to the doctor's office earlier in the day. According to the doc, Matt's ankle was healing nicely and he scheduled him for next week to remove his cast. "Does that feel better?" I asked. I was using one half of a chop stick to slide down the top of Matt's cast to scratch an itch which had been driving him crazy. "Ohhh god, right there baby, that feels amazing," he groaned. I chuckled as I moved the chop stick up and down, "Hmph! And here I thought those kind of moans were only for our special time," I teased. Matt ignored my thoughts, his eyes closed and a smile on his face as I continued to tend to his itch. When Matt gave me the okay, I set down the chopstick on the bedside table lay on my back next to Matt. "I told you taking those extra chopsticks from the restaurant was a good idea," I taunted. "Well, you're just a little miss smarty pants huh," Matt teased. "You say that, but your itch is gone isn't it?" I quipped. Matt remained silent. "Yeah, that's what I thought," I provoked. "You're so mean today Kimmy," Matt joked. I smiled to myself and rolled over to face Matt. I began to play with his hair, "Aww, you want me to be sweet and nice?" I asked in a cute girlish voice. Matt turned his head to me and smiled, "Yeah, sweet Kimmy is way better than mean Kimmy," he replied. "Okay baby, here she comes," I slowly stated in the same cute voice as I shimmied my way onto Matt. I adjusted myself, making sure I wasn't bothering Matt's injured foot which was propped up on a pillow. Matt smiled up at me and I kissed him. "Mhmmmm, sweet Kimmy tastes so good," Matt whispered. Matt and I spent the next five minutes romantically kissing, slowly swirling our wet tongues around. I slowly began tugging on Matt's t-shirt. We broke our kiss and I sat up on Matt's hips and pulled his t-shirt off him. Matt raised himself to kiss me again but I pressed my hands against his chest and gently pushed him back down, "Uh uh, you just relax and let sweet Kimmy take care of you," I whispered as I leaned down and we began kissing again. After a few moments, I could feel Matt's burgeoning erection pressing against me. I pulled my lips from Matts, "This must be getting uncomfy," i stated as I gently rubbed my butt against Matt, "Let me take care of that." I dismounted myself from Matt and stood on the floor beside him. After unbuckling his shorts, I began pulling them off him. I had to be extra careful as I slid the shorts and boxers over Matt's cast. Finally I had disrobed Matt and I stared at his semi hardness. There was a slight gleam on the tip of Matt's beautiful cock where a bit of his precum had spread across the head. I knelt down on the floor, and hung my head over Matt's cock. As I tilted my head, I stared at Matt with loving eyes. He returned the same stare and I began to lick the head of his penis. His precum was still warm, slightly tasteless but slightly not, hard to describe really, but I knew I liked it. After swirling my tongue around his bulbous tip for a while, I lowered my mouth onto Matt. To my delight, Matt groaned and I began slowly sucking up and down his study length. Matt brushed the hair from my face and watched as I tenderly pleasured him. After taking his entire length in my mouth a couple times, I slowly made my way up Matt's shaft and let him pop out of my mouth. I immediately began stroking him with my hands. "You ready for the sweetest part of sweet Kimmy?" I asked temptingly. "Mhhmm hmm," Matt replied. I stood up and unsnapped the side of my white flowery summer skirt. The garment fell to the floor and I began tugging on my white cotton panties. "Mmmm, come here baby," Matt whispered. I stepped over to Matt's outstretched hand. As I removed my sky blue halter top, I felt Matt's fingers slide up and down my slit. I could feel myself moistening as Matt slid a finger between my lips. After unhooking my white bra, I dropped it to the floor then cautiously straddled Matt once more. I could feel Matt's warm cock pressing against my lips. Matt was busy licking his fingers as I held his cock in place and sunk down onto him. We stared into each other's eyes and I began moving up and down on him. I leaned over a little and Matt reached his hands up to my breasts. Matt began delicately massaging my pert breasts as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. My mind wandered as I savored the feel of Matt's cock filling me, the walls of my pussy expanding for him. I quickened my pace, slamming my body down onto Matt's. He had pulled his mouth from my breasts and was laying comfortably on the pillow staring up at me. I raised my hands to my breasts and began playing with my nipples, both for Matt's enjoyment and my own. Matt was now raising his hips to me as best he could with his injured foot. I tried my best to ease the effort on his part by pushing down hard on him with each drop, letting his cock dive deep up into me. "God baby, I'm gonna cum," I moaned. "Me too Kimmy," he grunted. About fifteen seconds later, both Matt and I were moaning in pleasure as our orgasms hit us. "Yeah baby, cum for me," I encouraged. Matt's cock throbbed almost incessantly inside my pulsating core. We both stared passionately into each other's eyes as our bodies calmed from our respective climaxes. I eventually rolled off Matt and lay at his side. "Sweet Kimmy is the best," Matt moaned. I smiled and kissed Matt's chest, before nuzzling my face against his neck. As I played with the beads of sweat on Matt's chest with my fingers, he wrapped his arm around me and we enjoyed each other's warmth. I moved around a little and I felt Matt's facial hair brush against my skin. Looking up at Matt I rubbed my cheek then Matt's jawline over his unshaved skin, "We're going to have to do something about this," I stated. "Aww, did I scratch you? I'm sorry baby; I've been meaning to get around to it." I continued playing with Matt's face then rolled off the bed, "Wait here, I'll be right back," I instructed. "What choice do I have? My crutches are in the living room." Hearing Matt's comments from the kitchen, I burst out in laughter as I retrieved a clear glass bowl. I returned to the bedroom and walked into the bathroom. After wiping Matt's oozing cum from my pussy, I peed, wiped again then flushed. I soaked a clean hand towel in warm water then wrung it out. Afterwards, I filled the glass bowl about half the way up with warm water. Finally I grabbed the shaving cream, Matt's razor and the plastic tray that held new cartridges. Walking out to the bedroom, I carefully set the bowl and other items down on the bedside table and took a seat on the edge of the bed, next to Matt's hip. I smiled at him as I wrapped the warm towel around his neck at face. While we waited for the warm damp towel to do its work, I quickly retrieved another damp towel and caringly wiped Matt's soft cock which still glistened with our juices. After a couple minutes, I unwrapped Matt's face and dispensed some shaving cream onto my hands. I rubbed my palms together and then slid them slowly around the sides of Matt's face and neck. After seeing that Matt's face was properly covered, I playfully pressed my finger on the tip of his nose, leaving a small white dot of shaving cream. I giggled as I wiped my hand in the hand towel then picked up the razor and put on a new cartridge. "Ready?" I asked. Matt nodded and I dipped the razor into the bowl of water then pressed it against Matt's face. I slowly and very lightly, dragged the razor down watching the smooth trail of skin it left behind. Matt was very attentive to my directions as I asked him to slowly turn to the side, or raise his chin just a bit. After doing the sides of his face, I tackled Matt's neck and jawline then finally his mustache area. He stretched his upper lip over his teeth and I was able to shave the area nice and clean. I made another pass with the razor over Matt's skin, making sure I hadn't missed any follicles. Finally I was done and stared down at Matt's clean face, save for a few thin lines of shaving cream. I leaned in and kissed his lips, "Mhmmm, that feels much better," I whispered as I wiggled my nose against his. We kissed for a few minutes then I sat back up, "Ready for your bath?" Matt nodded and began to get up. XXXX "Sooo. . .how does it feel?" I asked. Matt looked at me and stretched his leg. We were standing outside the doctor's office after just having Matt's cast removed. Matt held my hand and we walked to the car, "Feels great," he stated. I handed Matt the keys and we hopped into the car, "Back to normal huh?" I asked referring to the fact that I wouldn't have to do all the driving now. Matt smiled and we drove off. The next few days were quite emotional. Matt and I packed up our apartments and shipped most of our stuff down to Miami. Since Adam and Summer were moving out as well, they had already cleared their stuff, leaving the apartments almost bare. It was Friday morning, Matt and I had just locked up my apartment and dropped off the keys and were about to do the same at his apartment. I stood in the doorway of Matt's soon to be former apartment and waited for him to finish a last walkthrough. I stared at the bare apartment, the spot in the living room where the couch used to be where Matt and I spent many a night watching television, the now empty kitchen where Summer and I would whip up breakfast for the boys on the weekend. Matt and the landlord emerged from the bedroom and Matt handed over the keys. The landlord, an elderly gentleman with stark white hair, smiled at me as he exited. "What's wrong baby?" Matt asked as he approached me, seeing the somber look on my face. "It's just kinda sad, we're leaving college, leaving the apartments, we had so many good times here," I replied as I wiped the corner of my eyes which were tearing up. Matt hugged me and we leaned against the doorway, "I know baby, but we're still going to be together and we're going to make a lot more happy moments. Besides, aren't you excited that we're going down to Miami and getting our own place?" "I am babe, believe me, I really am, but this place. . .it's where we fell in love, it's where we first made love, it's just sad to be leaving it behind," I sobbed. "I know baby. . .i know," Matt comforted as he squeezed me tighter and pressed his lips against my forehead. We stood there for a while then finally left. Matt and I headed to a local hotel where we were going to spend our last night before our flight in the morning. After checking in, Matt and I spent the rest of the day around town, walking around the campus, hanging out in the park and sitting by the pier. We returned to the hotel around seven because I wanted to take a shower and wash off the day. Matt ended up showering first and said he would go get us dinner. When I got out of the shower, Matt still wasn't back yet. I gave him a few minutes then called his cell phone to make sure everything was okay. Thankfully he answered. He said he'd be back in a couple minutes. Sure enough, about five minutes later, Matt came through the hotel door, "So what's for dinner?" I asked. "Matt walked over to me and took my hand, "We're going out," he stated and began heading back to the door. "What? Where's the food? Where were you?" I asked, all the while following Matt out of the hotel. "It's a surprise," he simple stated. I hopped in the car with Matt and he took off. The drive was short, I recognized the building, it was Matt's old apartment. "What are we doing here?" I asked. "It's a surprise," he restated. We walked up to the door of Matt's former apartment, "Close your eyes," he instructed. "What?" "Just do it baby, please, only for a second," he asked. I closed my eyes and felt Matt hold my hand. I heard the door opening, "Keep em closed, keep em closed," Matt stated as he walked us into the apartment. We moved a little bit inside and I heard the door close. Matt returned to my side and again held my hand, "Okay baby, you can open em," he whispered. I slowly opened my eyes and stared at the sight before me. It took a few seconds to process, but a tear began to roll down my cheek, "Matt it's beautiful," I whispered. We stood infront of a beautifully laid out meal. There was a red blanket on the floor where the dining table used to be. On it, two white cloth place mats with covered meals sitting atop them. There were two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine and a small vase with red roses. The lights were off, the only source of luminance were two short fat rounded candles in the middle of our meals, one red and one white. Matt turned to me. He wiped the tear from my face and lightly kissed my cheek. "How'd you do all this, how'd you even get the key back?" I asked. "Well, when I saw how emotional you were earlier, it really got to me, and I remembered all the amazing times we shared here. I just wanted to show you this place meant a great deal to me as well. I just asked the landlord to 'borrow' the place for a bit, he was more than helpful," Matt explained. "Ohh baby, you're the sweetest," I gushed and kissed Matt briefly on the lips. Matt and I walked over and sat on the floor. I raised the covers and saw the meal and burst out laughing. "Burgers and fries!" I giggled. "I wanted it to be just like one of those happy Friday nights, just relaxing after class," he explained. "What's with the wine then?" I prodded. "Well the wine is there really to make the presentation look nice, we can drink it of course, but I do have some soda in the fridge." I laughed again, "Okay then, let's do this right, let's have the soda," I replied. Matt got up and returned with the two coke cans and we chowed down. After dinner, I was wiping my mouth with a napkin and noticed Matt staring at me, "What is it? Is there food on my chin?" Matt chuckled and shook his head, "No baby, I was just watching you cause you look so pretty," he stated, "Which reminds me, I have something for you," he added as he began digging in his jean pocket. I watched as Matt pulled out a small flat velvet box. "This is for being an amazing nurse and an even more amazing girlfriend," he whispered as he handed the box over to me. I slowly opened the box and looked down at the silver charm bracelet. "Baby, it's gorgeous, but you really didn't have to," I began to say before he cut me off. "I know, but I wanted to. This wasn't just getting me through a weekend of the flu, you were there for me every hour of the day for close to eight weeks. You were kind, gentle, and sweet. You were patient with me when the cast had me frustrated, and you never once complained. I love you baby, and this was the least I could do." I began to tear up again. Matt leaned over and we kissed. "Did you look at the charms?" he asked. I held up the bracelet and examined it; the charms were all little crutches. I giggled thorough my sobs, "Ohh that's so cute," I gushed. Matt and I sat and chatted a bit, then I looked at his watch, "Well, I guess we better get going back to the hotel." Matt looked at me and smiled his sly smile, "We could do that," he stated as he blew out the candles. He held my hands and stood me up then walked me over to what used to be his room, "Or we could spend the night here," he stated. We walked into the room and I saw Matt's final surprise, a blanket laid out on a mattress pad, two pillows, and a couple of strategically placed candles. "Wow, you're just full of surprises tonight huh?" We walked over to the center of the room and lay down on the blanket. I looked around the room a final time then crawled onto Matt. "Kinda reminds me of the night of our first anniversary, you're as sweet now as you were then," I whispered as I leaned in to kiss Matt. I giggled as Matt rolled me over and pinned me down, "You're even more amazing now as the first day we met," Matt stated as we kissed again. "Oh god Matt, I want you so bad," I moaned as I began lowering my khaki short shorts. I felt Matt's hand travel across my flat stomach, down to my pink bikini panties. As we continued kissing, Matt began rubbing my pussy through my panties. I sucked on Matt's moist tongue and moaned into his mouth. After a few minutes, Matt withdrew and he knelt before me. I began unbuckling his jeans. Eagerly, I slid Matt's jeans and boxers down around his knees and immediately bent down and took his cock into my mouth. Matt sighed as I slowly slid his member in and out of my mouth. I loved feeling him become fully hard with my lips around him. After a couple more sucks, I got up, dispensed of my t-shirt, and got on all fours and turned my head back to Matt. He smiled at me and peeled my panties off my butt, "Someone feeling extra naughty tonight?" he teased. "Well since you've had your cast, it's been more or less the same position for seven weeks, thought we could do with a change," I explained. "Mhmmm, I love the way you think baby," Matt whispered as he leaned down and kissed my butt cheek. Matt quickly removed his shirt and slid out of his jeans and underwear, before resuming his tender kisses. Matt's warm kisses moved from one butt cheek to the next, then to the small of my back and up my spine. I could feel Matt's dangling cock pressing against the crack of my ass as he kissed my shoulder blade. "You ready baby?" Matt whispered. I felt him pressing the tip of his cock between my lips. "Mhmm hmm," I whimpered. With that, Matt slid into me. I couldn't stop from smiling as Matt continued to ease into me, he felt so wonderful. Once he had filled me, Matt remained there, both of us enjoying the passion of our unity. Matt's hands lightly grasped my hips and he began to slowly move in and out of me. "God baby, just like that, mhmm, nice and slow, mhhmmm," I urged. Matt gently pressed his hips against me, over and over again, his cock slipping along the slick lips of my cunt. When he saw that I was pushing myself back onto him, he increased his pace. I felt Matt's hands move to my ass, roaming my soft smooth flesh, every once in a while, squeezing and massaging each cheek. "Mhmm fuck yeah baby, fuck me, mhhmm fuck me harddd baby!" I cried as I sensed my impending climax. Matt grabbed on to my hips firmly and began pulling me hard back against him, slamming his cock deep into me. His thighs were slapping loudly against my butt cheeks and I was crying wildly now. "Ahhh fuck yess baby!!! I'm cumming, mhmmm hmmm mmhmm!!!" I moaned as my orgasm took control of my body. I could feel the walls of my vagina spasming around Matt's thrusting cock. I lowered my head to the blanketed mattress pad and lay my cheek against it. I pressed my face against the soft pad and clutched on tightly to the blanket as I continued to cum. "OHH I'm right there baby, ghhahhh mmhmm," Matt grunted. I pulled myself from Matt and quickly spun around. My hands were wrapped around his glistening cock almost immediately. I started pumping Matt shaft furiously as I stared up to him. "Mmhmm, yeah baby, cum for me, please baby, cum in my sweet little mouth," I begged as I opened my mouth awaiting Matt's explosion. Matt leaned his head back and I saw him close his eyes. Seconds later, he moaned out loud and I tightened my grasp on his cock and stroked faster. It wasn't long before white hot ropes of his cum were flying through the air into my mouth. I kept my mouth open as Matt's warm globs of cum landed on my outstretched tongue and the sides of my mouth. After a few seconds, I slowed my stroking and swallowed the mouthful of Matt's cum. I continued slowly pumping Matt's cock, squeezing gently on my way up. Matt cock offered one last glob of semen which oozed out of him. I pressed my closed lips against the creamy dollop of cum. Moaning delightfully, I slid my lips back and forth over the head of Matt's cock, spreading his final offering of cum all around. Finally I took his softening shaft in my mouth and sucked him clean. Matt took a seat next to me and laid me down. Lying beside me, Matt pulled me to him and we kissed. His tongue probed my mouth and I happily massaged it with my own. As Matt withdrew, he smiled at me, "You have a little bit right here," he whispered before raising a finger to the side of my face. He wiped the droplet of cum off my cheek and I devoured his finger. "Mmhmm, you taste so yummy," I asserted. "So do you," Matt replied as he leaned in and kissed me again. We finally separated and snuggled our naked bodies together. "Do you want a blanket? I can get one from the car," Matt whispered. "No babe, stay right here with me, you're all that I need," I replied as I hugged Matt's body tighter. XXXX Matt and I were up early the next morning and got dressed. We had to clean up the apartment before returning the keys to the landlord. By the time we got back to the hotel, we had just enough time to take a shower before we had to leave for the airport. As Matt and I sat side by side each other on the plane, I took his hand in mine and he turned to me. "Are you excited to be going to Miami?" I asked. "I'm excited to be going Miami with you," he replied. "I can't wait to get there, and to start looking for a place of our own," I gushed, "Me too baby, me too," Matt agreed. We smiled at each other and I released Matt's hand so he could get back to his magazine. Soon we were airborne, off to start a new and exciting chapter of our lives. End CH07. XXXX Hope you all enjoyed CH.07. I'm having a great deal of fun in writing this series. Ch 08 isn't quite in the works yet; I'll probably get started in a day or two once I know where the story is going. As to how long till another chapter, I'm not sure, sometimes it takes a while to come up with decent story ideas, and as a series goes on and on, it becomes more difficult, for me at least, to come up with fresh new ideas for the couple. Thanks again for reading. As always, your comments, critiques, suggestions, are always welcome and very much appreciated!
Bee and David Ch. 05	18,664	4.68	645,560	[ "interracial", "romance", "drama" ]	\Hey, everyone. Its FINALLY time for Chapter 5! Sooo sorry it took so long but this is like the longest chapter I've written so far. Its also my first time writing a sex scene so I honestly hope I lived up to your expectations. Ciao, CoCo\** \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ He pushed her against the wall and held both of her hands up with only one of his. Raising the fitted t-shirt up her body he slid his hands along her tight, smooth flesh. Even in the semi-dark, the contrast in their flesh tones illuminated. Bianca heaved with temptation as David pushed his rock hard body against hers. He was angry for some reason, his usual grey marbles were pure white; silver twinkles erupted right before he pulled back to slid the now useless piece of clothing off her. "Gabby," she tried to plead but he silenced her with a rough kiss. His tongue slid between her teeth and she willingly sucked on it. He stole her voice while his pearly whites bit down on those full lips. A triumphant smile took him by surprise as she groaned into his mouth. "The little vixen was enjoying it", David thought. He pulled back, then bit down on her dark bosom and sucked until finally her erect nipple slid into his mouth. A shiver rolled down her spine as his hot breath, rough touch and need for more of her became evident. With one final tug, half of her heaving bosom popped out of the cotton bra. He popped the button on her jeans, unzipped, then pulled them down in one swift move. David then, leaned forward and attached his lips to her soft neck. As he devoured her sweet skin, his hand slid down her pants. She whimpered as he toyed with her little button. "Ahhh Gabby," she cooed in his ear. He trailed kisses from her collarbone to her ear, while his middle finger probed her hot cunt. David felt her clitoris stiffen with excitement. He was getting to her. "Bloody hell, you're tight," he commented while nibbling on her earlobe; he was gonna tease her until she exploded. "And you're so wet, Bee," he menacingly stated. She gasped and David rubbed faster. "Fuck Gabby!" she wheezed, closing her eyes and tilting her head back against the wall. She could barely breathe. "Not yet, darling. Not until you come for me," he growled. Her breathing became more shallow as a force made her body climb higher and higher. He kissed the side of her neck softly. Her entire body felt hot as she bucked against him. He eased off her clit and heard a series of swears escape her lips. Applying more pressure, he teased her again. "Are you gonna come for me, Bianca?" Her eyes shot open and her movement slowed. David's eyes glowed with lust as his finger hit a wall. His mouth drooped into an 'O' as a devilish smile formed. "You never seem to surprise me, my sweet," he teased her. "Is it mine to break?" She nodded in a fury, "Yes," squeaked out. He stretched her lips and rubbed his knuckle up and down her sensitive love button. "Are you sure?" She could feel her orgasm nearing, "Yes, Gabby. Fuck! Yes!" She leaned forward and tried to kiss him. "No, only good girls get to kiss," he chastised. "Will you be a good girl from now on, Bee?" "Yes," she submitted, effortlessly. David smiled into her neck. His tongue tickled her spot and with no warning, he bit down. "Ahhhh!" she screamed as her orgasm spilled into his hand. He felt her pelvic muscles tighten as they squeezed his finger upon her release. He held onto her waist as her body weakened from the intensity of the orgasm. She tried to lean into him but he pulled away. His finger slipped out of her warm hole and he let her delicate wrists go; she fell to the ground. Bianca tried to catch her breath, "Gabby?" She mumbled like a zombie, then looked up. He stared ahead as a mist engulfed the room. Bianca cried out his name again but he just seemed to ignore her. The sweet smell of her love dangled from his hand. She tried to stand but her legs were like noodles, "Gabby, please," she cried out. "Answer me!" She crawled towards him and to her surprise he slowly backed away. The mist was taking him. Changing him. His alabaster skin glowed brighter as the silver in his hair turned white. "No! Don't go!" she screamed. Tears tainted her sweaty cheeks. He looked down at her and a smile so evil it made her shiver spread across his face. His eyes turned a menacing shade of blue and flickered like burning coals. It wasn't David. The figure dropped to his knees and peered through her as if she was a wounded animal. Those eyes. It was him. "You!" she hoarsely accused. The changed figure flipped her on her back and straddled her waist. His heavy weight bore down on her fragile figure. "Get off!" she yelled at him. He held her down with ease and unzipped his pants. At that moment she felt so weak and vulnerable. His hypnotic eyes willed her not to move as he eased his pants down and then, parted her thighs. Bianca felt him line his mandhood up to her opening, and with sheer willpower she broke their gaze and looked down. Fear encased her big brown eyes as the thickness of his cock made her involuntarily wince. His purple mushroom tip stretched so far over her lips, she was sure he wouldn't fit. He was a solid 8 inches long but as thick as a coke can. She tried to close her legs but the figure grabbed her by the throat and lifted her upper body from the floor. With his other hand wrapped around her waist, he brought her face to him. Those eyes held her in place long enough for the strange figure to position her over his furiously throbbing cock. Bianca could see the trace of an evil smirk appear upon those blood orange lips before he parted them and damned her. 'You're mine," he maliciously taunted before impaling her delicate, sensitive body on his rod. She screamed at the top of her lungs as an unbearable pain ripped through her body. His arrogant, despicable smirk and bone chilling, icy blue eyes were the last things she remembered seeing before being shattered into a million pieces. Her mind went blank as she felt mind numbing pain and then nothing. Her body was trapped in a prison. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and found herself falling from some great height. A streak of thunder ripped through the night sky as she was helpless to fight her demise. She felt her emotions leave her as her body landed with a heavy thud and her eyes closed. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Bianca shot upright and clutched her chest. The sheets were drenched in her sweat and she felt tears prick the inside of her eyes. "What...the...hell?!" she mumbled, wiping the tears away. It was the most intense, lucid dream she ever had. Everything felt so real. Her neck still burned with what felt like David's kisses. Her mind raced to find an explanation as details of the dream slowly disappeared. She couldn't forget the look of those horrible blue eyes compelling her. She had seen them somewhere before. But where? She looked over at the figure next to her, his sleeping disposition gave her strength. Bianca reached out and rubbed his arm. She turned around and looked out the window. The sun was getting ready to rise and she knew. Somehow, she knew that David would come looking for her soon. And she would be ready. "I just hope you're ready too," she whispered climbing back under the covers. She cuddled up next to her bedmate as sleep slowly claimed her. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\Sunday Morning\\\ "Be sensible about this." "Sensible? I made myself perfectly clear. I'm going," David slipped into his favorite car: a copper Aston Martin Vanquish. It was one of those cars you're afraid to breathe on unless you're rich enough to own two. Right up his alley. "You're being abrasive," Marc warned. "You've known me for thirty years. Why do you sound so surprised?" David turned the key in the ignition. "At least let me or Hans go with you," Marc tried to reason. "No," David rolled the tinted window up. He sharply backed out, turned and raced down the driveway and out of the estate. Who did she think she was, keeping him waiting? He was a patient man but she was really trying it. First, she ignored him for weeks, then when they finally got a chance to see each other, he had to drag a date out of her. Now, she wouldn't pick up her phone. He pulled onto the expressway and sunk back onto the high standard leather. "I won't take 'no' for an answer." He waited for the launch control message to appear in the trip computer, released the brake pedal and then let the Vanquish do its thing. Yes, this was indeed his favorite toy. He turned onto the 57A exit and slowed his pace. Lost in the prospect of seeing his beauty, he never noticed the changing neighborhoods. The rich, affluent community he was used to quickly faded as he rolled into an impoverished area. Desolate businesses, abandoned houses and gangs standing on the street corner. He began to wonder how someone as straight laced and delicate as his bumblebee could've survived this; he passed a few more houses before the GPS advised him to turn down a block. Unlike the other parts of the neighborhood it was more sustainable and recognizably more lively. He pulled up in front of a house and saw her sitting on the steps of the front porch. A little boy sat in between her legs as she tickled him. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* "Ew momma Bee," the hazel eyed boy laughed. She planted kisses on his temple and laughed along with him until a warmness flooded her cheeks. Her breathing slowed. Heart raced. She looked up, and like clockwork there he was. If her skin wasn't so dark she would've turned crimson. "What's wrong, momma Bee?" Looking down she saw a confused look on his face. "Nothing, baby." "Who's that?" he pointed to David. Bianca looked back up to an expectant David. She never got tired of seeing his professional attire in less than professional times. Her eyes trailed down to creased black slacks that hugged yet hid his bulge and black loafers. He leaned against the Aston Martin, his forefinger grazed that bottom lip. His eyes were soft. Waiting. "You wanna meet him?" The little boy hesitated then saw her smile. He smiled back and nodded. They got up and descended the stairs. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ She approached him. His lovely Bee. Her flowing curls were still gone. She looked so domestic as her neatly braided hair swung with each step. She was wearing those jeans again. The curve of her hips as she switched towards him caused a little gasp to escape. Her soft 'Columbia College' sweatshirt matched his cloudy eyes as she and the carmel skinned little boy who clung to her leg stopped about 5 feet away. He took one step and filled the space. They stared. Dark eyes to thin lips. Grey eyes to dark skin. "Morning Gabby," she spoke first. "Bee." He looked down at the kid. Then back to Bianca. They both squinted at David. "I got your messages its just, I wasn't sure..." she trailed on. Words were again failing her. "About what, love?" He asked. "Us. But, I am now." "Are you?" She nodded. "Yes," the 3 letter word came out as an accepting whisper. His heart jumped. Was she saying what he thought she was? Moving to the side, she reached for the little boy and picked him up. His light brown arms draped over her shoulders as his legs dangled around her waist. Those big hazel eyes seemed so familiar. She looked at him, "David, this is my Ramsey." Turning back to the little boy, "Rams, this is David. He's a very special friend of mine." Leaning down, he gave the little guy a big smile and reached out his hand. "Hi, there." Little Ramsey turned and groaned into Bianca's neck. She chuckled, "Rams," then kissed his cheek. A few seconds later he turned back to David and shook his hand with a grip. "Hi." David couldn't help but chuckle, too. Ramsey pulled back and resumed his placed wrapped around Bianca's neck. She dropped that smiled. Oh how he missed her smile. "He's really overprotective," she admitted. "You don't say?" "Yeah, kinda reminds me of another overbearing man in my life," she cocked her head to the side in a teasing style. He blushed and ran a hand through his newly dyed jet black hair, "Imagine that." They stared again when words became too much to bear. He found himself nervous. No woman had ever made him, David Gabriel Crete, nervous. What was this buxom beauty doing to him? She placed the little boy on his feet, "Go on in." Again, little Ramsey hesitated. He looked up at David then grabbed Bianca's hand. "I'll be right there in a few, Rams. I promise," she told him. He squinted then reluctantly turned around and ran back to the house. Turning to David, she raised her hand and caressed the deep cleft in his chin. His hidden canyon. He grabbed her hand and brought it up to his lips then kissed the tips of her fingers until a slow shock melted her. "How'd you find me Gabby? How do you keep finding me?" He gave her a curious look, "I'm filthy rich, Bianca. I can get whatever I want." She snatched her hand back. "And what do you want?" she glared at him. He leaned back against the car. Studying her again. She was an intriguing woman. Intriguing and trying. "Please, be honest with me! That's the only way this thing is gonna work." "What thing?" He teased her. "US!" She all but screamed at him. "And what about us?" He rose, leaned forward and stroked her back. Bianca looked up and her eyes scanned his. How did she end up in his arms? She shook her head and realized she was in way too deep to go back. She wouldn't have wanted to anyway. "I felt it too, you know? I swear I felt my heart skip." He glowed at her confession, "What are you saying?" David asked with the outline of a smile on his lips. She pushed him away and spoke: "Nothing will be the same after today. You know that right?" she said through closed eyes. He took a step forward. Reaching up to grasp her chin, he whispered: "I'm counting on it, sweetheart." Her eyes swung open. Tipping her head to meet his gaze, those powerful orbs locked her into place. Her breathing slowed again and she gulped. Bianca bit down on her lip and and held her breath. Breathing out an air of clarity, she looked back up to him. "David, I'm not who you think I am. I've got some issues and I'm still working through them. It wouldn't be fair to bring you into my messy life." "But, I'm already there, my sweet!" He exclaimed at her latest attempt to get him to give up on them. He'd never give up on her or the love they shared. "You can't get rid of me that easily. And you should stop trying." "Don't tell me what to do, Crete." David bit his lip in an attempt to stifle a chuckle. She was so stubborn. "And if I don't, will you run again, Bianca?" She squinted at him for the second time that day, then raised a hand and let it rest on her hip. Her methods of intimidation were wearing thin and so she tried to compromise. "I promise to stop running if you promise to stop being so overprotective." "I'll try," he attempted to reach an agreement. She crinkled her nose, "Why ARE you so overprotective, Gabby?" He sighed and those smoky, slate colored eyed focused intently on her. "It's in my nature, sweetheart. I don't ever want another man to look at you the way I do." He scanned her. "I mean, my goodness look at you, Bee!" Their eyes read each other, then Bianca placed her arms around her body in a self-concious hug. David stepped up and replaced them with his own. He knew then that he'd have to tell her she was beautiful a million times a day for her to finally see it. And he would enjoy every second of it. "You're stunning and oh so sharp witted. A woman as enchanting as you deserves the world," he said while stroking her chin. His touch made her feel so safe. So warm and light. She smiled again and he melted, "I just want you, Gabby," her tone was almost pleading, "We don't need the title because you know, I just want you." And there it was, her proclamation of love. David never knew he could feel so complete. At that moment, he would have given up everything he had if he could see her smile every day for the rest of his life. "Wouldn't mind the title though, dear." She studied his steady gaze and the way his eyes surveyed her every breath with silent bliss. "Okay," she said as a grip of control left her. "But we've gotta come clean with each other. No secrets and no lies." He nodded and thought for a second, "Speaking of lies, I lied about being from Newport." Bianca laughed. "I know. I googled you." "Bhahaha, why? Don't trust me?" He gave her an innocent look. "I do but it sounds crazy seeing as how we barely know each other." He grabbed her hips and pulled her against him, "And yet you made me jump through hoops just to see you." She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Standing on her toes, she looked him in the eye, "I told you from the beginning I don't scare easily." Her simple statement came off as more of a threat. But then, she smiled and David's mind went to mush. She stepped back and got another look at him, "You're gonna be my downfall," she thought. Ramsey ran back out and she picked him up. Bianca grabbed David's hand and his skin tingled as it reunited with her touch. That heated calming feeling she gave him was missed. She was missed. It was then that David knew. He truly knew that he was in love with her. Loved her, fully and unconditionally. And he was never letting her go. As if he could. They walked up the brick steps and stepped through an iron screen door, then Bianca pushed at the oak front door and it creaked open. She squeezed his hand as they walked into the living room. His sense's were intensified as he smelled the theraputic aroma of lavender and heard the smooth relaxing music of jazz. They stopped in the entryway. A man sat reading the newspaper in a sturdy dark chair, moving his head to the beat of the music. Bianca walked over to the old record player and turned it down. "Papa?" she spoke softly, shifting Ramsey to her hip. The figure lowered the paper. The first thing David noticed were his dark burnished eyes. They squinted at the tall, heavily built, white man standing in his living room. He looked from him to Bianca. "Papa, there's someone I want you to meet." He rose and walked to her. She ushered David over while Ramsey shifted in her arms. "I'm gonna put you down, baby," she sat him on his feet and he took off running towards the kitchen. David studied the older gentleman. He proudly stood toe to toe with him. Six foot two, with a broad build and a strong jaw line. His head was filled with strands so silver they looked etheral. Bianca looked at him admiringly as she stood between them, "David, this is my grandpa, Bill." David reached out his hand. "Papa, this is David." Her grandfather reached to shake David's. "..my boyfriend," she elaborated. David felt the elder's grip tighten before willingly withdrawing. "Boyfriend?" his abysmal voice radiated. "Boyfriend!" A high pitch squeal rang from far in the house. Within seconds, her grandmother was smiling before them. An endearing thick and green sweater dress hugged her while thick coiled hair bounced with each step. If that was gonna be his sweet Bee in 30+ years, he was gonna be a lucky man. The petite yet shapely cocoa colored woman excitedly gave them a smile. "Did you say 'boyfriend', honey?" her soft high pitched voice asked. Bianca nodded with a smile. The biggest smile they'd ever seen. "Yes, nana. This is David." David looked from her to them. "David, this is my Nana, Betti." Mustering up the biggest smile he could, he reached for her grandmother's hand. The older woman gave him a puzzled look. "Oh no, baby. This is a hugging family." She stepped forward and hugged him. Surprised but amused he hugged her back. Resuming his place next to his Bee, they all stared. Bianca cleared her throat, "I invited David to dinner." "Well, good. Come and have a seat, young man," her grandma offered. Ramsey ran back in and climbed onto Bianca's lap as they sat. He stared at David through thin eyes before Bianca whispered something in his hear. The elder couple sat adjacent to the younger one. "So," her grandfather wrapped an arm around Betti. "When did this happen?" Bianca looked over at David and her eyes danced. He made her heart leap and every part of her sizzled in his presence. "Maybe a month ago. We just--," she smiled again and reached for his hand. "..clicked." Bianca looked back over to them. Her grandpa's stern eyes read David, while her grandmother smiled warmly at the two. "David," he spoke again. "Its nice to meet you, son. Bee's never brought a boy home so we're kinda surprised." "Oh Bill. Don't be so overdramatic," her grandma laughed then turned to the two. "Bee, are you happy sweetie?" She squeezed David's hand. "The happiest." "Well then, I'm sure your papa agrees with me when I say that's all that matters." They all turned to grandpa Bill. He squinted those dark eyes at David, an obvious family trait, then he looked to Bee and his gaze softened. "If you're really sure its what you want...you've got my blessing," he told them. Her smile widened and a glow eminated from every pore, "I do, Papa." Looking back to David, the old timer let a tight smile show. "Then congrats, sweetness." She looked to David and a radiance he never thought could come from a woman blossomed. She looked surreal, the picture of perfection. David was left stunned by her sudden confessions of the heart. And to think, an hour ago he was furious at her. All of that instantly vanished and was replaced instead by sheer and utter love. He loved her and now by introducing him to her family, she was opening up her heart to love him. They still had a long way to go but it was a start. The doorbell rang. "I should finish cleaning," her grandma hopped up. "I'll get that," Grandpa Bill rose. "Mi casa es su casa, David," her grandma called over her shoulder. The spontaniety of the little old woman was treasurable. "Rams, can you go grab my phone, its upstairs?" Bianca requested. He hesitated then climbed off her lap and ran. David chuckled then looked back to her. "Boyfriend, huh?" She squinted, "Yeah, boyfriend. You gotta problem with that, Crete?" He turned red again, "No arguments here, darling. I just have a few questions." Her eyes got bigger but she nodded. He looked her in the eyes, "I'll be frank. I'm in love with you, Bianca. Are you in love with me, too?" She took her time and finally the words rolled off her tongue, "I can't, Gabby. I can't say those words so soon. But something did happened that morning I saw your face after clubbing. You were--." She moved closer, signaling her comfort in his presence. "You were so handsome. And not just physically, I mean I saw your, your spirit. You looked so strong and, and brave and protective. I just, I knew that you were what I've been waiting for." "And what have you been waiting for, my dear?" "For you, Gabby. I guess for you to chase me. You tried and I gave you the hardest time." "You were just being you," he gave her the benefit of the doubt. "And that's the problem! The real Bianca isn't nearly as perfect as you think she is. She's messy. And--and thinks too much about everything. She snores and forgets to set her alarm making her late for virtually every deadline. She hogs the covers and laughs with her mouth open if something is just unbearably funny," Her usual easy-going voice cracked. "Bee--." "Remember, I told you my ma died when I was 12?" He nodded, carefully. "It frightened me!" She was on the verge of tears. "I lost my world. Myself. My moth-." She stopped and dropped her face into her hands. "I'm f-fine," she shook when his tender hands comforted her. She hated being so emotional. So weak and vulnerable. Wiping away a few tears she looked back to him. She couldn't tell him everything at once, he'd never look at her the same way again. Would never love her again. He almost pulled her onto his lap when he saw her eyes scan his. "I'm far from perfect and I don't ever want you to look at me and see that. I'm gonna make mistakes, do stupid things and try you in ways you're not accustomed to. Are you really ready for that?" He continued to stare at her. His tainted beauty. "I'm ready for you," he finally spoke. She gave him an amused look, then laughed. "Are you now?" "Very." "Even with my truckload of craziness, love handles and rebellion?" "Its what makes you, well you." She raised an eyebrow, "And how exactly AM I, Gabby?" "Well, perfect. It's obvious that you overcame soul wretching, emotional obstacles and became the best at everything that came your way. It's also obvious that part of you is still a broken-hearted mumless little girl." She exhaled not even realizing she was holding her breath. That grin was back on his lips. "Took a couple pysch courses at Harvard." "Of course you did," she shook her head. "Mr.Perfect." "I am aren't I, Mrs.Perfect?" A look of shock ran across her face and she looked down. Her cheeks burned and she felt David chuckle. "God, I love to leave you speechless. You're so innocent, my sweet." She shrugged but pulled it off with a girlish laugh. Reaching up, Bianca ran her lovely dark hands through his now pitch black hair. "Why'd you dye your hair?" She asked. He shrugged, "After seeing you yesterday, I realized I needed a change." She grinned, "You too?" They exchanged smiles before a silence settled. "You had me worried, I thought I almost lost you but then you take this giant leap and--. Again, you befuddle me." "You unleash this hidden force in me, Gabby. I'm not usually boy crazy." "Of course you're not. Because I'm not a boy, Bianca." She nodded and raised their meshed hands to her face. His intoxicating smoky smell hypnotized her before she kissed them. "You're mine, Crete," she proclaimed through glossy eyes. She was back. He pulled her into his strong arms and placed a tender kiss on those perfect pink lips. "Now and forever, Ms. Wilson. Do with me what you must." She giggled, "Oh the things I plan on doing to you." His eyes twinkle but he feigned innocence. "You she-devil!" She pulled him into another kiss, this one deeper. He loved the feel of her luscious lips as he slipped his tongue past them and heard her groan. Someone roughly cleared their throat, halting the couple's embrace. They looked towards the source. "Bry!" She squealed, jumping up and running towards the dark figure. He picked her up and swung her around. "Missed you, little sis!" He kissed her forehead. David rose and walked towards them. The figure eyed him suspiciously. "And who's the white guy playing kissy face with you?" Bianca elbowed him in the ribcage. "Don't be a jerk, Brian," she glared. "This is my boyfriend, David." Brian's eyes popped, "Boyfriend?" Bianca ignored the reaction as David reached out his hand. "David Crete." Brian reluctantly shook it. "Brian Wilson, the big brother." Pulling back, David got the chance to study him. The similarities were astounding. Both Brian and Bee shared the same dark skin, almond eyes and wide smile. And while his sweet was only 5'2, her big brother hovered over her at 5'11. Brian placed a protective arm around her. "How old are you, David?" "Don't be rude, Bry!" She chastised. "I'm just trying to be friendly," he challenged. David pulled Bianca to him. "Its fine, darling. He's just following the big brother code." The two men stared at each other for a few seconds. "Right, and I wouldn't be a good brother if I didn't ask you to excuse us. I'd like to talk to Mr. Cream?" "Crete," David corrected him. "Crete," Brian squinted at the interracial couple. "Don't let him intimidate you," she whispered in his ear. "Will you bring us back something to drink?" Brian asked. "Do I look like Florence from the Jeffersons?" She glared at him. David laughed at their sibling rivalry. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* They stared not saying a word for a few minutes. Grandpa Bill joined them, as he had a few questions of his own. "How did you and my sister meet?" "What are your expectations with my little girl?" "What do you do?" "How long have you two known each other?" The questions kept coming from both sides. They halted after a few seconds but David sat unscathed. "Bianca and I met at her place of employment. I'm a legal consultant and an avid businessman. I just want her and while we've only know each other for a little over a month its felt like forever, gentlemen." They sat back. Brian looked at his grandfather. "Leave it to Bee to choose a guy with a backbone. Classic." The older man looked at David once more. "As long as your intentions are true, we have no reason to mistrust you, son." "They are, sir," he honestly admitted. "I'm in love with Bianca and I'll spend the rest of my life proving it." They both nodded. "Its not you we're worried about, David. Bee's such a fragile girl. But there's a side to her she's always tried to contain," Brian said. "Its something about the Wilson women," Bill elaborated. "They're born with a wild gene. Wild and beautiful. I'm sure you've already realized it seeing as how you fell in love with Bee when you first met her." David raised an eyebrow, "How'd you--?" "You look at her the same way I look at Betti. The same thing happened to me when I met her grandma," the old timer laughed and thought, "She had this glow about her." David felt much more sane. Knowing that his sudden love and obsession for her was one that happened once before. "You ain't the first guy to fall for my little sis. She's had every dude in the neighborhood trailing behind her since she was old enough to talk. She's a people person. And people, especially men, love her. So um, you might wanna watch out for that," Brian advised. Bianca walked back in, "Are you guys done interrogating him?" She looked to her grandpa. "Nana needs you in the kitchen, Papa. Its almost 5 and she said everyone's gonna be here in a bit." Both he and Brian rose to leave. "I invited Darryl and I'd appreciate it if you could get along for one day," Brian asked her. She bolted up and grabbed his arm. Waiting on their grandfather to leave, she spoke in a rage. "Damn, Bry! Why the hell would you invited that bastard?" She said through clenched teeth. Both men looked at her in surprise. "Bee, he's my best friend. Why do you hate him so much?" She rolled her eyes. "He's evil." "You need to stop being so overdramatic. Dave, can you give a brother a hand? Things can get really ugly between 'em." David pulled Bianca onto his lap, "No worries." Brian gave him a nod, "My man," then left the living room. "You're entirely too delicate to be so angry," he planted soft kisses all over her hot face. She soon succumbed to his charm and laughed, "I'm glad your stalking tendencies led you here. And...I'm sorry." "Sorry for what, doll?" "For pushing you away. This dating thing, its not something I'm familar with but--I'm trying, Gabby." "I know," he grabbed her face. "And that's all I could hope for." Suddenly Ramsey ran back in, "My mommy's here, Bee!" He yelled, then ran back out. "So, this dinner is more of a pre-birthday party," she warned him. "Ahhh my beauty, you do turn twenty-three in three days." They walked hand in hand out of the living room. "Yeah and my aunts, uncles and little cousins are all visiting so if you're any good at charming them like you have my friends and grandparents, this will be a breeze." "Anything to make you happy, my honeybee," he told her. "You're sooo easy to please." He chuckled then pulled her body to his. A shiver rolled between them as he pressed his muscled figure against her curvy one. A lone finger traced a trail around her plump lips then tipped her chin up. She saw a lustful look practically devour her body. "Not in the least. I think that you'll find I'm a very hard to please lover," he teased barely kissing the side of her cheek. The subtle move caused her to shiver at his touch. Her angelic face gapped at him, "I-I didn't mean-." He leaned down, "I know what you meant my sweet. I just can't resist teasing you." Her legs weakened and she whispered a groan. He was making it harder and harder to resist the urge that boiled in her loins. Regaining her composure, she cocked her head to one side. "Tease me, will you?" She broke out into that smile he couldn't get enough of, "Game on." David gulped, "What do you have up your sleeve?" She led them to the front and left his question hanging in the air. Letting his hand go, she hugged CoCo and then Lanely. He held onto her for a few seconds too long. David cleared his throat and Lanely shot him a look. Bianca was oblivious to their tension. "You guys remember David," she looked to him. "Of course!" CoCo yipped giving him a one armed hug. David stuck out his hand for Lanely to shake. He gripped it. "Crete, kinda surprised to see you again." David shook back before dropping his hand and pulling Bianca into him by the waist. "Lanely, you're gonna be seeing a lot of me." Both CoCo and Lanely gave them a peculiar look. "David just met my Nana and Papa...as my boyfriend," Bianca smiled at the last few words. CoCo squealed and Lanely's mouth dropped. "Boyfriend?!" They both shouted. Bianca nodded as CoCo hugged them both. Lanely loosened the tie on his dark Armani suit and cleared his throat. "Bee, can I talk to you alone for a minute?" He stepped forward when suddenly David stepped in front of her. "Is there a problem, mate?" "Yeah, Crete. You!" He pointed a finger in his face. The two men glared at each other. Fists and jaws clenched. "Hey!" She yelled, getting in between them. "What's wrong, Lane?" He looked down at Bianca, her expression was one of confusion. Big brown eyes stared up at him like a lost puppy. "I just wanna talk to you without the Brit," his own eyes pleaded with her. She sighed then turned to David, "Give us a few minutes, Gabby. I won't be long." His eyes turned from a savage steel to a warm grey as she stroked his cleft chin. "I'll be waiting." He kissed her and let a little tongue slip much to Lanely's disapproval. Bianca turned to him after David and CoCo left. "Lane--." "No, Bee. Why now, why him?" "What are you talking about, Lanely?" She shook her head in confusion and those single braids moved with her. After all these years she was still oblivious to his love for her. "Nothing, I should go," he turned to leave. "Lanely Miguel Cortez! Stop!" She called after him; he turned back to face her. "Talk to me," she encouraged. Bianca reached up and ran her hands through his hair, then pulled him into a hug. The irony of the situation seemed laugable. She held him the same way he held her less than 24 hours ago. "I'm not so sure about this guy, babydoll." His eyes glazed over as he was caught in her trademark compelling gaze. Lanely's heart fluttered a bit. "I know. But hey you've never liked anyone who got too close to me." He looked deeply at her. She was no longer that little girl he fell in love with as a kid. She was a woman. A beautiful, head strong, confident woman and he had let another man take his place. He should be with her. She should've been his. He knew it. "Do you love him?" He finally asked. She stared into her best friend's eyes. "Lane. I don't know. Maybe." His heart hurt but he wasn't giving her up without a fight. "I meant every word that night at Sinister. You mean the world to me and I just wanna see you happy." She rubbed his shoulders, "I am, Lane. But I'd be even happier if I knew I had your support in this," she poked out her bottom lip. He sighed. The biggest sigh she'd ever heard. "I'm always gonna be there for you, Bianca. You're my bumblebee." She smiled and made his heart melt. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her. The warmth of her body caused a shudder to run through him. He caressed her back and hummed as they softly rocked. "You're the best friend ever," she told him. "Yeah...." he sighed again. "..best friend ever." \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Her birthday dinner got off to a great start. After her immediate family and neighbors arrived, she introduced David. The reactions were pretty much the same: shock. Not because of the color of his soon but moreso because of the effect he had on her. They made little romantic gestures and even shared a kiss. Unbeknownst to Bianca, they were the talk of the house. Everyone wondered who this dashingly handsome man who seemed to have swooped their Bee off her feet was. Her female relatives couldn't keep their eyes off him. And for once Bianca was okay with it. He was hers after all. Part of her laughed at how much she hated labels but at that moment calling him hers felt so right. They all sat in the living room, eating her Nana's homecooked food and talking. "I'm telling you, they're going to win the superbowl this year!" David tried to convince the group of men sitting around them. "Ohhh naw, Dave, Baltimore? Really?" A male cousin groaned. He was more interested in American sports than she thought. Being more of a basketball fan, she made her exit but he stopped her. "Where are you going, beautiful?" He asked grabbing her hand. He ran his thumb across her knuckles. "I'm gonna get something to drink." He smirked, "Do hurry back, my love." She blushed then got up to walk into the kitchen. He was making her blush more and more and Bianca just couldn't figure out why. She laughed at herself while loading the dishwasher when suddenly the back door swung open. She jumped then shook her head, "Where have you been?" The girl jumped as well, "Damn Bee, you scared me." "Where have you been, Brianna?" Bianca repeated. Her younger sister removed the fleece hoodie and walked over to her. She was a a little taller than Bianca with caramel skin and thin, dark eyes, her light brown highlighted hair stopped just below her ears. The petite, lean figure running track and field gave her was always envied by her big sister. It seemed like no matter how hard she trained her body, Bianca could and would never be as slim as the other female members of her family. Usually she'd be jealous or depressed just thinking about it but lately the more she saw David the less she worried. "Its nice to see you too," Bri hugged her. Bianca returned the hug then pulled back and squinted at her. "I went to a movie with CJ, okay?" "Since when have you and CJ been hanging out?" Bianca questioned making her a plate of food. "Since last week. He found me on facebook." "Okay, be careful. Facebook can be pretty ugly," she warned. "I'm seventeen, I can take care of myself, Bianca," Bri retorted digging into the fresh plate of food. \Silence\ After a minute, she looked up and was caught in her big sister's commanding gaze. Bianca cracked her neck in an authoritative way. Her jaw clenched as she cocked her head to the side. She was clearly pissed over the smart comment. "I understand that, Bri. I'm not trying to tell you what to do," she thinned her lips before speaking next. "Do you guys like each other?" Brianna groaned. "Ugh! Beeeee!" "I'm just asking." Seeing that she wasn't gonna let up, Bri told her to take a seat and the two talked. Brianna confessed to liking CJ but she was really head over heels in love with another guy, one she wouldn't tell Bianca about. "Okay, just be safe. Protect yourself," Bianca advised. "And what about you? Nana sent me a text earlier and said your new man was FINNNEEEEEE!" They both erupted in laughter. "Who taught granny how to text?" Bianca asked between their laughter. "OMG, she accidentally sexted me yesterday. I think her and Papa were trying to make sure no one was home when they were gonna do it." "Ewww!" They laughed just as David walked in. They both looked up at the same time and Brianna's mouth dropped. He was gorgeous and so big, for a white guy that was. And the way his face lit up when he saw her big sister was the epitome of love. "Hey love," Bianca greeted him as he walked over. He was much taller now that he was mere feet from the two. He leaned down and gave Bee a soft kiss on her forehead. She could feel the warmness spread across her cheek for what seemed like the millionth time that day. "Bri, this is David," Bianca introduced the two. She shook his hand. "Ello," he smiled. His accent made her blush as well. And since she was the same complexion as their late mother, it didn't go unnoticed as Bianca and David chuckled. "Your grandparents are looking for you," He told Bianca. "Something about speaking a piece." She thought they forgot about the simple tradition that occurred on birthdays. "Ugh!" She heard her Nana call her name again. "Promise you'll still love me after this?" David laughed at her theatrics, "Always." They left the kitchen and walked into the living room where everyone sat waiting. David took a seat next to CoCo. Bianca stood next to the mantel. Her shoulders were straight, eyes impassive and stance cold. Speaking in front of people always made her nervous, and now that David was there her stomach did backflips. But still she continued with tradition. "Thanks for coming out everyone. This birthday just wouldn't be the same without you all," she glanced over at her grandma with a pleading look. The older lady made a stern face and Bianca knew she'd have to continue. "As expected, I'm gonna recite a piece just for you all. I wrote it when I was going through a pretty hard time." She looked over at David. He sat snuggly between CoCo and her grandmother. A few seats down, Lanely sat next to Brian, Maddie, and Kari. Lanely had an expression on his face that she just couldn't place. She caught his eye and smiled. He returned it with a dashing smile of his own. She saw his usual smooth brown eyes light up and a faint twinkle explode. It made her relax a little and soon she decided to make him her focal point. Bianca cleared her throat and began. "The world loves a lonely girl, like a tiger loves solidarity. The beating of her desperate heart fuels its land. Her inability to find solace makes it smile. Her frown, is its victory. And still.." this time she looked to David and her cold stance instantly warmed. "...She lives. Like a dove who's wings have been clipped, she trudges on. Maybe she's gone insane from loneliness. Or maybe she sees something the world doesn't. A face deep in the sky. A shiver whenever the sun rises, bringing light to her dark world," Bianca paused, then looked down at her feet. After what felt like an eternity, she looked up and Davids' were the first eyes she saw. Something in her softly floated towards the heavens. "She's never known love but KNOWS its out there. Patiently awaiting her arrival. And she stands, patiently awaiting it's arrival," she finished with a smile. Her chin tilted up in an act of pride. The room erupted in applause but before she could take a step further a group of toddlers rushed to the front and reached for her. 'Bee! Bee! Hey, Bee!" They yelled reaching up. She dropped to her knees and gave the ones closest to her a hug. "Bee, look my toof came out," a beige colored, honey haired little boy told her as he pushed his way to the front. "It did? Oh you're getting so big Jacomie!" She gave him a hug and a peck on the forehead. A streak of scarlet ran across his face as he blushed and let out a goofy giggle. He turned to the group and they all ran out of the living room. David chuckled to himself. No man was safe from his dear. He looked over at Lanely and his face dropped. The way he was looking at Bianca made his blood boil. He had that look. The same look David was sure he had on his face the moment he met his lovely Bee. Lanely got up and walked over to her. He gave her a hug and whispered something in her ear that made her giggle. David got up too. He could feel a vibe emanating from them that said their relationship was on a more than friends level. He trusted Bee, but not Lanely. "Wonderful piece, darling," David said interrupting their conversation. He put his arm around her in a cocky "she's mine" way. "Thanks, Gabby," she leaned into him and felt her entire body relax as his man-made aroma lulled her senses. 'Goddness, he's a nice smelling man,' she thought. Lanely gave David a smirk, "It was wasn't it, Crete? My Bee's soo talented." 'Your Bee?!!' David thought. "Oh whatever Lane," she gave him a playful push. "You're so used to my boring metaphors." Lanely grabbed her hand and pulled her out of David's reach. "Pero mi amor, yo nunca puede ser aburrido de ti," he growled at her. (But honey, I can never be bored with you.) Bianca's eyes widened, "Blow me, Casanova," she shunned his advances with a grin and walked away. David snorted. "Something funny, Crete?" Lanely asked, his face twisted in a glare. "Yeah. You are mate," David's demeanor turned serious. Lanely stepped closer and held his hands tightly at his side, "I'm only gonna say this once, gringo. Bianca's mine, she has been for a long time. So back off." "Not blooming likely," David countered. The two stood glaring for a while before a sharp pinch on their forearms made them wince. It was CoCo. Those big hazel eyes glared at them before she placed a hand on her hip. "Stop the pissing contest before Bee sees," she warned them. "Besides, someone else just stole her heart." They all turned around and saw. Ramsey jump into her arms with a silver box and screamed: "Happy Birthday, momma Bee!" The look on her face was enough to warm both David and Lanely. They saw the makings of her perfect smile. First her eyes lit up and her cheeks rose, then a smile as grand as the sun peeked out and spread like melted butter across her face. That cute button nose wiggled with delight and David was sure he'd never seen such a wonderful sight. "Oh baby boy!" she opened the box and her eyes popped. Inside was a shiny, gold locket, she opened it and her heart dropped. There was a picture of Bianca and Ramsey at the carnival that past summer and an older picture of her and her mom at one of her recitals. Her hand flew to her mouth. "Its beautiful, babe. I l-love it," her voice cracked. Ramsey threw his arms around her shoulders and told her: "I love you momma!" She could barely speak but still wanted him to know how much he meant. Bianca stood with Ramsey and softly swung him from side to side. "I love you, too!" She whispered in his ear. They all smiled. "You'd think he was hers," CoCo commented. David turned to her, "He isn't?" "No," CoCo laughed, long eyelashes curled over her hazel eyes. "Ramsey's MY son. Bee's just his godmom." "Oh," David said with an air of release. CoCo walked away tugging Lanely behind her as David stood mesmerized. He was almost relieved to hear that she wasn't a mom, yet. "Our children will be beautiful," he mumbled with a ghostly smile. 'Wait, what?!' He thought. 'Did I really just say that? 'Bloody hell, Bee! What are you doing to me?' He ran a hand through his hair and brushed off the rushed feelings he harbored. Sure he felt something deeply for her, but everything was happening so fast. His mouth dropped right when he realized something. He'd damn near stalked her! Any other woman would've already put out a restraining order if he'd shown up at their apartment unannounced and then again at their place of entertainment. The control was his only means of protection, but she was too independent and free spirited to be contained. All of these thoughts ran at lightening speed through his head. Bee looked over and raised Ramsey's hand to give David a little wave. The kid smiled politely then turned to rest his head in the crook of her neck. He waved back then swallowed hard when another realization popped into his brain. The secrets! They had said no secrets and no lies but a few plans he had set in motion to bring them closer were already sent out. "Blimey, Crete. You're in deep," he confessed to himself. Then a smirk started and he nodded to himself. "One little secret won't hurt." He walked over just as Bee rocked Ramsey. "Look at what my little bit got me," she told David. He took a closer look at the locket, "It's dearly!" He exclaimed. She beamed, "Best birthday gift I ever had." They stood just staring at each other. It became a sort of game. Her dark eyes would squint as they surveyed every impeccable inch of his godlike figure. Even the tips of his fingernails were perfect as he dragged that long, burly finger across his thin bottom lip. Every so often she would catch a peek of his delicious looking pink tongue as it ran across his row of bottom teeth. Then she smiled and the look she gave him could've melted the iciest of hearts. Bianca stared with a look of pure admiration, but he saw a glimmer of something else. She gulped softly and he realized she was a bit afraid. Of what? Of him? No, no. She had no reason to be. Of love? Possibly. All David knew was at that point he'd give his all to keep that captivating smile on her face. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* She laid Ramsey down and pulled the covers tightly around his small figure, "Goodnight baby boy," she whispered in his ear. She shut the door and headed back downstairs. Her relatives were packing up their leftovers and getting ready to leave. Individually, they all said their goodbyes and gave her a hug. "I love you, Bee!" The younger ones yelled. Bianca smiled and gave them a wave. "Take plenty of cake," she told a female relative. Brian stood near the front door and waved goodbye to everyone. "Party over so soon?" A voice wavered in. "Ugh," Bianca groaned. She didn't have to turn around to know who it was. A bad taste developed in the back of her throat and a creepy shiver ran over her body. "Hey, Bee look who it is!" Brian called out to her. She stopped in her tracks and reluctantly turned around, grimacing at the sight of him. His caramel colored skin made her sick. Those daunting eyes and long lean limbs made her hate every bit of him. He smiled at her and she almost threw up. "Happy early birthday, B-I," he said in his usual raspy voice. "Thank you, Darryl," she replied in a cordial tone and with a smile that never quite reached her eyes. He walked up and that fleeing urge bubbled inside. But, before he could reach her, Bianca smelled that lovely scent: smoky peppermint and Darryl stopped in his tracks. David came from out of nowhere and wrapped an arm around her waist as he pulled her closer to him. The tip of his sturdy chin rested on her head. All of the anger and disgust she felt instantly evaporated. "Alright, darling?" David asked feeling the tension leave her body. She looked up into magnificently calm eyes and nodded. His grip was gentle but firm. Commanding yet loving. Brian walked over, "D, thats Bee's man, David." Darryl sucked his teeth and looked him over. A smug smile enveloped his brown lips and he stepped foward. "Darryl," he reached out his hand. David shook it. "Darryl's a family friend. We've been bros since we was 7," Brian told David. "Really?" David looked him over. Darryl was a few inches shorter and a couple pounds thinner but there was a hardness to his exterior. The way he looked at Bee made David pull her closer. "Yeah," Darryl responded still staring at Bee. "You could say I'm a second brother." "No one says that," Bianca coldly spat. Brian tsked her. David ran his thumb along her hips and Darryl just stared. After a few seconds Darryl threw her a laugh, "Classic Bee, always on the defense." She gritted her teeth. 'God, I hate you!' she thought. "Hey, Dave? My gramps wanted me to ask your opinion on a piece of real estate he's interested in. I think he's in the kitchen, got a minute?" Brian asked. "Sure," David gave Bianca a squeeze. "Ready to leave when I return?" She nodded. He kissed her forehead then left with Brian. Bianca turned to watch him walk away and felt that familiar ache in her tummy return. Lately it didn't take much for him to turn her on. The way he strutted away like a man who knew what he wanted made her bite that lower lip with a lusty grin. A sharp pull on her arm disturbed her erotic thoughts. Darryl whirled her around. "What's up with the suit, Bee?" He questioned. Ignoring him, she turned around and headed down the dim hallway towards the den, he followed her. "Cat got ya tongue?" Bianca stopped with her hands clenched into fists and her blood boiling. She snapped around and approached him with a dangerous look. "Don't talk to me like we're friends. I fucking hate you, and you know it!" She said in a fevered whisper. "I don't know why the hell you're even here. Last I heard, you and those thugs were fucking things up in terra town." Darryl was nothing but a wannabe gangster and a drug dealer. They went toe to toe the summer of her senior year in high school. She led a community effort to banish crime and drugs from her already tainted neighborhood. He rallied his soldiers to step on anyone who got in his way. Her determination was what won the total respect and love of her beloved people. But after she went away to college it seemed as if everything had gone downhill. The past 2 years she tried desperately to bring her people back to the brink of safety. And she wouldn't let a low-life thug like Darryl stand in her way. She'd take him down by any means necessary. And he knew it. But still he moved closer and smirked. "Took over terra town, babygirl. And now I'm home." She rolled her eyes, "I really don't give two shits. This is my neighborhood, my block, my family and I'm only saying this once: Stay the fuck away from my family." He chuckled at her again, "Those little threats were cute a while back but--" She grabbed Darryl by the throat and slammed him against the wall. Her voice was deadly, "I mean it. If I even suspect you of doing something foul to any member of my family, I WILL end you." Her strength was astounding, Darryl almost forgot how about how swift she was. This wasn't a game to her and he knew it. Had seen it first hand. The calm, dangerous look on her pristine face said it all: she was a lethal weapon. She eased off him and tried to regain her senses. That part of her life was over. "Control, Wilson!" she screamed in her mind. Darryl felt for his neck and could feel a welt forming. "Still choking niggas out huh?" He gruffly asked, trying to push her buttons. Her impassive gaze remained still. She wouldn't take the bait, no matter how much she hated him. Bianca took a few steps around him and headed towards the kitchen. Stopping in front of the living room doorway, she grabbed the overnight bag and her jacket. She had to leave. Immediately. Walking into the kitchen, she could feel her anger melt away. David and her grandpa sat laughing at one of Brian's jokes. Grandpa Bill was the first to noticed her, "Its only 10, leaving so soon, hot pockets?" The rest looked towards her. She mustered a big smile for them. "Yeah, gramps. Got a ton of errands to run early in the morning." She signaled to David who was on his feet in an instant. Bianca's grandpa and Brian gave her smothering hugs before leaving the kitchen. They whispered praises in her ear and at that moment Bianca could feel the love radiating from every pore in her body as they walked the couple to the front door. "I know Nana's asleep so I'll give her a call in the morning," she said holding her strong grandfathers hand. "Okay, sweetie, I hope you enjoyed tonight," he kissed her on the cheek then let her go into David's arms. She gave him a charming smile and blew them both a kiss before hopping in the Aston Martin. David gently pulled off then hit the gas when they were out of sight. "Its a left on Madison, yes?" He asked. \Silence\ She didnt say anything, just chewed on her bottom lip. "Can I--Can I, um?" She hesitated fidgeting with her seatbelt. "Yes?" She knawed on the inside of her cheek. Pushing her pride aside, she spoke clearer. "Can I come back to Beverly with you? I mean, I just wanna sleep over. I mean not like "sleep over", just like--. Ugh!" She sighed with a groan. Words were not only failing her but they were making her walk the plank. She sunk further into the seat and hoped David would just forget she said anything. After a few uncomfortable minutes of silence, he spoke: "You can come where ever you want, my dear Bee." His voice was music to her ears as was the slow pronounciation of her name. She rubbed her legs together and a sheepish, "Okay," squeaked out. A glorious smile reached David the second Bianca reached for his right hand. He gripped the steering wheel with his left until his knuckles turned a ghostly white. He ached for her; his libido was always on full force when she was close by. 30 mins later, they rode through the sleepy posh neighborhood of Beverly. The pitch black sky held her full attention as a soft piano melody floated through the car. They approached his estate and he punched in a security code. Neither noticed the jet black lamborghini following them. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* The driver's piercing blue eyes watched as they rolled into the estate. He glared as he saw David help Bee out; he spun her around before saying something and then planted a long kiss on her lips. The man inhaled with a painful gasp then ran a hand through his platinium blond hair. He took off the leather tipped hat and fiercely shook his shoulder length hair out. Looking up, he saw David look back at a confused Bee. She stared in the direction of the stranger's car. He thought about ducking down for fear of being seen but there was no way she could see him. He watched her shake away a thought and David playfully tug her through the front door. He then picked up his phone. "Luke, I ain't waiting no more. Execute plan habanero," he said then hung up without waiting for a response. He pulled a folder from the passenger seat. His face lit up the instant he opened it as he sat staring at a picture of Bianca. She was in that figure hugging cherry red dress from Sinister. Her radiant smile caused his heart to speed up; he practically drooled over the curves of her body and the perfect contours of her face. "I told you, I'd see you again, gorgeous," he said closing the folder and looking back up to the Crete mansion. His eyes turned a dark midnight blue as he thought about what David could be doing to her in there. No, she wasn't like the others. He knew it. There was something pure and good about this one. And he wouldn't let him have her. Crete could go and find a million other women just like her but he couldn't have Bianca. He would see to that. The blue eyed stranger grimaced at the residence once more before putting the car in drive and bolting out of there. In his rush, he carelessly rolled up the windows of the Lambhorghini a little too late. In an instant the photo of Bee flew out and a rough breeze blew it over the high power security fence as it landed on David's doorstep. One of many confusing surprises that awaited the new couple on their path to happiness. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* \Whew! That's the end of Chapter 5. Hope you guys enjoyed it. Leave feedback, comments, hell even email me with your concerns about the future for Bee and David. I absolutely love talking to you guys. Til then, one love \~CoCo\**
Frankie and Johnny	18,248	4.51	625,143	[ "gay oral sex", "masturbation", "gay romance" ]	"You're such a prude... guys do that for each other all the time," he said for what seemed like the hundredth time. "Yeah-- gay guys do that all the time..." I said with a smile. "You know what? You're a real prick-tease..." he continued. "How do you figure that?" I asked. "Because whenever I'm near you I get a hard-on and you won't do anything about it," he answered. "You could at least be a good friend and give me a handjob." "I'm not gay," I said. "It's just sex—giving another guy a handjob doesn't mean you're gay—you're just doing him a favor—you're helping him relieve his frustrations...besides, how do you know you're not gay if you've never tried it?" he replied. "I don't have to jump out of an airplane to know I don't like sky diving," I countered. "You're afraid of heights—that's why you wouldn't sky dive—are you afraid of a hard penis, too?" he said. Then a smile slowly crept over his lips as he added: "Or are you afraid you might like it—that your sheltered little world would come crashing down around you if you touched a guys cock? You're pathetic—you've been thoroughly brain-washed by society—I always thought you had a mind of your own...." And round-and-round we go. Frankie and I have been best friends since I moved into the same apartment building. That was three months ago. We immediately hit it off and constantly hang out together. He never flaunted his sexuality, but never hid it either. He is open and honest and it is one of the traits I admire about him. He's smart and funny and fun to be with. It is a challenge for me to keep him as entertained as he does me. It was late and we'd gone swimming. No one else was at the pool so Frankie dared me to go skinny-dipping with him. We were alone so I thought, why not? The warm water felt deliciously wicked 'down there'. We played around in the pool: he was a much better swimmer and would try to pull me under water. When he succeeded I panicked, but he always made sure I was okay. His hands actually felt pretty good on my body. He has strong, but gentle hands. It was when we climbed out of the pool I noticed his erection; I didn't think anything about it—he always complained about his constant hard-on's and nowhere to go to satisfy them. Instead of stepping back into our swim trunks we just wrapped towels around ourselves and went back to his apartment. In his living room, where we had earlier shed our clothes and put on our swim trunks, we dropped our towels—his prick was still hard when he began the conversation. "Johnny, look at me," he said posing with hands-on-hips. "Isn't it beautiful—are you absolutely, positively sure you don't want to play with it? How could you not want to feel it?" What fascinated me most wasn't his erection (even though I did look at it maybe longer than I should have), but his clean shaven crotch. I knew he shaved his underarms and chest hair, but this was the first time I'd seen his crotch. "Doesn't it hurt when you shave down there?" I asked. He chuckled. "Yes, it hurts—especially the way I do it—I don't just shave—I also use tweezers to pluck out any stubble...it's worth it, though. My boyfriends love my smooth, clean feel....and they don't have to pick any pubic hairs out of their mouths anymore...." Subtle, I thought. He stepped into his tiny boxer shorts as I pulled up my briefs. "I don't know why you can't at least try touching it—you're already a cross-dresser—you love to wear panties—come on over here and give it a little squeeze...." "These aren't panties," I said, getting annoyed with that comparison; he'd teased me before. "They're cotton string, bikini briefs and I buy them in the men's department." "Yes, but RED?" he laughed. I blushed then I heard his voice soften. "Johnny," he said, I looked into his deep blue eyes. "Take one last look before I put it away...isn't it gorgeous?" When his eyes traveled down to his prick my own eyes followed along. He saw me blush as I thought to myself, yes...it is gorgeous—it's perfect. I was jealous—I wished I had one that long and firm, too. "Sorry—shows over," he chuckled when his prick disappeared into his shorts. "Glass of wine?" he asked me. "Ah, sure-okay," I said as the image of his prick slowly faded from my mind. He sat on the couch and I was a few feet across from him in his soft, leather chair. There was still that damned bulge in his shorts; it was very disconcerting. We talked about our jobs; the projects we were currently working on. During our conversation his hand absentmindedly grasped his erection through his shorts and slowly stroked it. It was distracting to say the least. Suddenly he blurted-out: "You know—I almost forgot—I owe you one." "What do you mean?" I asked wondering what he could possibly owe me. "Well, I watched you masturbate—it's only fair that you get to watch me," he said, and before I could protest he pushed his shorts to his knees and his cock sprang into my view once again. Then he added: "Of course, if you don't mind—I'll do it the 'old fashioned' way...." My face turned beet red as he stroked his cock right in front of me. Frankie and I had exchanged our spare apartment keys in case of emergencies. Last week, he used my key when I was home alone. I was in the bedroom doing...well, you know—and he caught me—unbeknownst to me he stood in the doorway and watched me masturbate. If I masturbated the 'normal' way, lying on my back, I would have seen him. But no, I use the 'friction method'. I lie on my stomach and grind my hard-on into the mattress; that way had always resulted in better orgasms for me. On occasion I beat-off the 'old fashioned' way, but it was never as satisfying. That day, I was thoroughly embarrassed when I turned and saw him watching me. "Why do you do it that way?" is all he said. "It seems awfully messy...." I didn't answer him but I had to agree—it was messy: a pool of cum on the sheet; and my belly slick with it, too. If I went to long without washing the sheets you could actually catch a faint aroma of dried cum. Later, much to my amazement, we had a discussion about masturbation techniques. I tried to explain myself. "Well...I'm not circumsized and I found out early-on that it feels better this way-- when your foreskin covers your glans while you orgasm, it's...well, spectacular—all the cum is trapped against your cockhead inside the foreskin and your orgasm is super-intense. I've tried jacking-off the normal way, but...well, I mean, all you do is shoot in mid-air—it never feels as good as my way...." He smiled and said, "Damn, wish I could try that...." I slowly shook my head then said: "It's not...I don't think it's healthy...I mean, whenever I have sex with a girl and I cum inside her it's like...." "Like what?" he asked. "It's the same thing—it's like I'm cumming in mid-air—in some sort of deep and yawning crevice—the intensity isn't there--it's not very satisfying...afterwards, when she's gone, I always masturbate my way...I may have ruined my sex life forever doing it this way...." He was now masturbating furiously in front of me. I should have gotten up and left, but I was frozen in place. My eyes riveted to his swiftly moving hand and the total hardness of his long prick. I was close enough to see the pre-cum leak from his slit; he smeared it on his cock; his cock glistened with his manly juices. My own cock became hard inside my briefs. "Do you know what I'm fantasizing about, Johnny?" he said through labored breath. I was too caught-up in the moment to realize I shouldn't have answered his question. "No...what are you thinking about?" He closed his eyes and laid his head against the couch. A big smile spread across his face as his hand became a rapidly-moving blur on his cock. "I'm dreaming I ripped off your panties and forced you over that chair and I'm ramming my cock in-and-out of your tight little asshole...." Suddenly he cried out and I watched spurt after spurt of cum shoot from his cockhead into midair. I shivered as I watched his cum splash onto his belly and thighs. The volume of cum amazed me. My own breath caught in my throat. When he opened his eyes he pointed to the large, pre-cum stain on the front of my bulging briefs. "Johnny, are you SURE you don't want to play with my cock? Your panties are wet." I laughed nervously and shook my head then gathered up my clothes and dressed. Before I walked out the door he said: "Johnny, dream of my hard penis when you masturbate tonight, okay?" The next morning as I knocked on Frankie's door I felt happy and refreshed. I had indeed pictured his cock when I'd masturbated the previous night—I would never tell him that though. It seemed only natural since fantasies of sex with women hadn't given me very satisfying orgasms lately. I didn't find anything wrong with picturing his cock, after all, it was a FANTASY—not REALITY. I've fantasized about many things which have no possibility of coming true—I'm sure you have to. That's why it's called a FANTASY. It was Saturday which meant we had a tee time at a nearby golf course. On the way to the course Frankie says, "Loser buys dinner tonight, okay?" That was our standard golf bet. I always replied, "Good—I haven't had steak and lobster since the last time we played...." "Whatever happened to Linda? I haven't seen her around lately--she seemed nice...." he asked me while we rode to our golf balls after we teed-off on the first hole. "Yeah, she was nice," I replied. "I thought she had it all...she was smart—funny—she cared about people—she treated me great—she seemed to be actually interested when I spoke—I don't think it was an act...I dunno...." "The sex wasn't good?" he asked. Frankie and I had always been open and honest with each other. There wasn't a single topic that either of us felt like we couldn't mention. "Well...she was pretty good—she actually wanted it more than I did...I dunno, something was missing...I couldn't 'feel' anything—there wasn't a spark there...." "Yeah, I know what you mean...." he said wistfully. "Is that what happened with you and Charles?" I asked him. He'd been with Charles for several months and they both appeared to enjoy each other then suddenly I never saw Charles again. "Was he an 'upper' or 'lower'?" Frankie laughed as he corrected me, "No, it's 'top' and 'bottom'...I'm a 'top, and he was definitely a 'bottom'...but, well...it's like you said—there was something missing...." We began talking about our previous relationships and how whenever a person came along that we thought could be 'the one'-- 'something' wasn't quite right—'something' was always missing, but we couldn't define what that 'something' was. We quickly breezed through the course. I was returning to the cart after teeing-off on the 18th hole when he finally said it: "I just love watching you wiggle your little butt when you address the ball." He said it every time we'd played the past few weeks. "I bet you say that to all the guys," I responded. "No way—have you seen most guys' butts?" In the clubhouse afterwards, we had a couple glasses of wine, and then Frankie smiled and said: "Let's get naked and take a shower in the locker room." "I bet you say that to all the guys," I replied. "No way—have you seen naked guys? Yuck!" We laughed and went to the locker room. This ritual began a few weeks ago, too. Before that we'd never showered after golf. Now that I think about it, it started around the same time we began skinny-dipping in the pool. I wasn't totally naïve. I thought for sure he was trying to seduce me. As usual, we stood under showerheads opposite each other. And also as usual, he said, "Johnny, look at this...." And I would follow his eyes downward and look at his impressive erection. "I'm not that 'easy'," I said, "I want some romance first...." We would laugh and finish our showers. His advances were becoming increasingly blatant, and I wondered what I should do about them. Frankie dressed fast then excused himself. When I walked out of the locker room he was on his cell phone. He ended the call and we carried our clubs to his car. I didn't ask who he had been speaking with—it was none of my business. We had both shot 84 so no one had won our bet. "I think I owe you a dinner anyway..." he said in the car. "How about 'Bern's Steakhouse'? He didn't owe me a dinner, as-a-matter-of-fact, I probably owed him several dinners, but I said: "Sounds great to me." He knew that was my favorite restaurant in town. Once again, the steaks were perfect; the cabernet delicious; and our conversation lively and free-flowing. Frankie was knowledgeable on so many topics it was fascinating to listen to him. I joined in whenever he brought up a subject in which I was well-versed. When we left the restaurant I was in a great mood so when he suggested we stop for a nightcap I readily agreed. When he pulled into the parking lot I saw the name of the place and laughed. "OYK's? The name of the bar is 'OYK's'? I asked incredulously. He joined in my laughter, and asked me: "Yeah...do you know what the letters stand for?" "I could never guess..." I replied. "It means--'On Your Knees'..." he said and I burst out in laughter once again. He said: "I love the name—I think it's sexy as hell...." He had taken me to several gay bars in the past but not this one. That was something else we did: I'd show him my favorite 'straight' bars, and he'd take me to 'gay' bars that he enjoyed. 'OYK's' was only about half-full, and it was Saturday night. "It's date night..." Frankie explained. "Most of the guys are out eating or at the movies or doing something with their boyfriends...but about an hour-or-so before closing time they'll all come here for last call—this place will be wall-to-wall faggots." I laughed and followed him to an open booth. Quickly, 'a cute little thing', as Frankie described him took our order and disappeared. When the server came back with our bottle of wine I looked closer at him: he wore short-shorts and a tee shirt that only covered him just above his naval. I had to agree with Frankie: he was 'a cute little thing'. A nearby pool table was vacant so Frankie fed it quarters and we played a couple games. Midway through the second game I heard a familiar voice that made my skin crawl. "FRANK-EEEE---HOW ARE YOU?---IT'S BEEN SO LONG...." It was Mikey, one of Frankie's ex's. He was a real cupcake, or as Frankie corrected me—a twinkie. He was a little too flamboyant for my taste. When the game was over, Frankie invited his friend to join us in the booth. He quickly slid into the seat between me and Frankie. He seemed genuinely happy to see Frankie again. Mikey dominated the conversation; once I became accustomed to his sing-song voice I grew to enjoy listening to him tell Frankie about the guys he'd recently been with, and there seemed to be no shortage of them either. He was very animated; his hands waved around as he spoke, and he bubbled with enthusiasm and sincerity as he described his lovers' attributes and weaknesses. I actually found him rather entertaining. At one point, he became very serious and looked me in the eyes; his hand resting on my thigh as he asked me: "Honey, have you ever been with a guy so selfish that when he's fucking you he won't even give you a reach-around?" I didn't know what to say so I mumbled: "Ah...no...I'm not gay..." His eyes flew open wide as he exclaimed: "Well pinch my nipples—you sure had me fooled...." I felt myself blush but Mikey didn't seem to notice; he just continued his rambling stories. I was acutely aware that his hand never left my thigh, and in fact, he began stroking it, and it was getting very close to the growing bulge in my crotch. Listening to the graphic details of his sex life was beginning to affect me, and in all honesty, his hand on my thigh was exciting me, too. It had been a long time since I had felt the touch of another human being. As I shook the developing fog from my mind, I noticed his other hand was below the table between Frankie's legs, and from the up-and-down motion of his arm...well, you know.... "Hey—let's all go and party at my place...." Frankie suddenly announced. "GOOOODDD-EEEEEEEEE...." Mikey squealed with delight. As we slid out of the booth my main concern was that people would notice my full-fledged hard-on in my jeans. My eyes searched the room--no one was watching; no one cared what we were doing at all. In the front seat of Frankie's car, Mikey once again sat between us. Before Frankie started the car, Mikey leaned over and kissed him on the lips. "Honey, it's been way too long...." he said to Frankie as their kiss lingered on. On the ride to our apartment building Mikey launched into another story about his sexual adventures, and once again, he began rubbing my thigh. My first hard-on had subsided, but it quickly returned under Mikey's nimble fingers. Suddenly his hand moved to my crotch and he took hold of, and squeezed my erection. A shiver ran up my spine. I tried to push his hand away but somehow he grabbed my hand and pressed it firmly on the bulge in his slacks. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight as he forced my fingers around his cock and I felt his heat and hardness. A jolt of electricity shot through my hand and up my arm. It was the first time I'd ever felt another guy's cock. When I became aware that his hand had released mine, and that my hand continued squeezing his cock—I quickly jerked it from his crotch. I heard him softly laugh. Inside Frankie's apartment, wine was poured and I settled in the comfortable leather chair while they sat next to each other on the sofa. Mikey was all over Frankie; kissing his cheeks and neck; stroking his shoulders and chest. Finally Mikey said loudly: "IT'S TOO HOT IN HERE...." He stripped-off his clothes until he wore what appeared to be a very white jockstrap. I hadn't seen a jockstrap since high school gym class. Mikey began undressing Frankie. "Get naked with me, honey...." he cooed in his ear while his expert hands quickly unfastened Frankie's clothes until he was sitting in only his shorts. The prominent bulge in Frankie's shorts was obvious for all to see. Mikey squealed again and announced, "Oh baby, I've really missed this bad boy...." And he tugged on Frankie's shorts until his hard cock sprang into our view. Mikey wrapped his hand around Frankie's cock and stroked it. The scene unfolding before my eyes hypnotized me—I just had to look. Mikey's soft voice spoke to me: "Johnny...you really need to feel his cock...so strong and hard-yet so smooth and soft...it's magnificent...." His words caused my own cock to throb in my briefs. I controlled the urge to play with myself. Suddenly, Mikey yanked-down his jock exposing his cock to my curious eyes; it had actually felt pretty good in my hand earlier in the car. It looked identical to mine: four-inches long, not-very thick, and uncircumsized. When Frankie reached over and squeezed Mikey's cock and Mikey squealed with joy, I thought I would cum in my pants. Pre-cum leaked through my briefs and was visible on the front of my jeans; it never occurred to me to leave and give them some privacy. Then I heard Mikey say: "Baby, I need to taste you..." and he almost fell off the couch as he knelt between Frankie's open legs. My eyes were riveted on Mikey's hands and mouth as he slowly drew Frankie's cock closer to his pouting lips. He kissed Frankie's cock; his tongue snaked-out and licked up-and-down the soft flesh eliciting moans of pleasure from deep within Frankie's throat. Beads of perspiration formed on my brow as I watched Mikey round his lips and slide them over the bulbous cockhead. I could make out the movement of Mikey's tongue as it thoroughly lathered the mushroomed-sized cockhead in his greedily sucking mouth. Mikey groaned loudly into the cockflesh filling his mouth. He removed his mouth from Frankie's cock long enough to say: "Oh God, Johnny—you just have to taste this—it's to die for...." I had to get out of there. My heart was beating a mile-a-minute—my body was trembling and shaking and my mind was a bubbling cauldron of confusion. I leapt off the chair like it was on fire and walked out the front door. I stood by the closed door catching my breath; trying to hear if they said anything about me; trying to find out if this had been a set-up; a plan just for my benefit. All I heard was Mikey making sucking and slurping noises, and Frankie's groans of pleasure growing louder and louder until he finally shouted "OH-MY-GOD—OH-MY-GOD—OH-MY-GOD—OH-MY-GOD...." I hurried home and stripped off my clothes and lay on my belly on the bed. It took me less than two minutes of furious grinding before I made a huge mess on the sheets. I fell asleep with drying cum on my belly and thighs, and a smile on my face...and a mental image of Frankie's hard cock ingrained in my mind. The next morning, I was walking down the hallway and ran into Frankie. I had just finished laundry, my sheets needed washing. They were getting...well, a little crusty with a strong aroma of, ah...you know.... Frankie had driven Mikey home. "I'm starving..." he said. "Want to go to Sunday brunch?" "Yeah—I'm hungry, too—I'll go change then come over...." On the way to the restaurant he never mentioned the events of last night. I half expected him to make some sort of crude comment, but it never came. At the brunch, we loaded our plates, drank Bloody Mary's and debated the benefits of stimulus spending versus austerity. Neither of us believed in austerity, but one of us would always play the devil's advocate in all our discussions. We were eating dessert when my boss, Walter, suddenly stopped at our table. He was with a kid who was about my age. "John," he said, "Good to see you—fabulous brunch here—don't you agree?" "Hi Walter, yeah this place is great—the service and food is first class," I said. "Walter, this is my friend, Frank." They shook hands then Walter said: "John, I know you play golf, how about your friend?" "Yeah, as-a-matter-of-fact we played yesterday...." I replied. "Would you guys be interested in playing at my 'country club' today?" he asked, "My treat--it's only going to be Kenny and me...." I saw the expression on Frankie's face and said, "Sure, Walter—we'd love to—thanks." "One o'clock tee time, alright? I'll let the guard at the gate know you're coming—see you guys there." "Sure—we'll be there." When they left Frankie smiled and said, "We're moving up in the world—a 'country club' no less." I replied: "Not just any 'country club'...'Whistling Pines Country Club'...." Frankie smacked his lips and whistled then said, "Where the privileged few play and party...." We had plenty of time to go home and change into clothes appropriate for a 'country club'. During the drive Frankie said, "You never told me your boss is gay...." His statement surprised me: "HUH? What do you mean—he's not gay—he's got a wife and three boys." Frankie chuckled and said: "C'mon now—why do you think he was with 'Kenny'? Did you notice he didn't even introduce us to Kenny? Can you really picture them as 'friends'?" "Well... now that you mention it..." After playing a few holes with Walter and Kenny, Frankie leaned over and whispered to me "...as queer as a three-dollar bill...." I nodded in agreement. It had become very clear that Kenny was just learning the game of golf, and Walter was trying to teach him how to play. Walter nagged and berated Kenny after every bad shot. Walter sounded like a domineering husband. Once, when Kenny made a truly bad swing, Walter stood behind him, arms draped over Kenny's arms and shoulders showing Kenny how to address the ball and grip the golf club. When Kenny leaned forward to address the ball, his round butt pressed against Walter's crotch; when Walter backed-up to allow Kenny to swing the club, the thin material of Walter's golf slacks ballooned outward from his crotch. He had an impressive bulge. Kenny took all of Walter's criticisms without saying a word. "He's a real 'passive'—isn't he..." I commented to Frankie. Frankie smiled and said, "You mean 'submissive'...oh yeah, he's as submissive as they come...." Afterwards, Walter bought us drinks and appetizers. He and Frankie dominated the conversation. I spoke sparingly, and Kenny never said a word. At one point I excused myself to use the men's room. Kenny surprised me when he said he'd go with me. I went to a urinal, and sure enough, Kenny stood at the one next to me. We did our business in silence then just as I was zipping up Kenny said, "You're really lucky—Frankie's a dreamboat—I bet he's a considerate lover, too." Huh? "No-no...we're just friends," I quickly corrected him. His eyes lit up. "Really? The way you act around him—the way you look at him...sorry, I just assumed you were his girlfriend...." Girlfriend? Good grief.... "Is he available? I'd die to be with someone like him...." said Kenny. What the hell is going on here? I wondered. It was like Kenny was part of Frankie's plan to seduce me. I thought back over the day but couldn't remember any time when the two of them had been alone long enough for Frankie to conspire with him. Then I thought: this guy has some nerve to ask me if Frankie was available. On the drive home we decided to stop at OYK's. The appetizers filled us up so we didn't want dinner, but we thought it was too early to go home. The place was almost full. We had to stand with our drinks in a corner near the pool tables. Frankie had to wait about fifteen minutes before he got the chance to play a game. Frankie won his game and soon was playing against another guy. I had to use the men's room. It was all the way across the crowded barroom. I had to walk by the dance floor on the way. The dance floor was crowded with guys dancing with each other. I'd never seen that before. I stood and watched for awhile. It was fun figuring out who was a 'top' and who was 'submissive'. For some reason, I assumed the bigger and taller guys were the 'tops'. Standing at the urinal, I looked at the 'artwork' on the wall. They weren't quite pornographic, but very close. One painting in particular caught my eye: a naked guy was on his knees, his hard-on standing up from his crotch; his hands were by his side; his lips formed a perfect 'O'; and inches from his face was an erect penis with a large scrotum hanging below ; that was all you could see of the guy standing. I couldn't take my eyes off it—it was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. I was done pissing but was transfixed by the painting. I wondered what the guy on his knees was feeling at that moment. I shook my head clear and finally got out of there. When I got close enough to the pool tables I saw Frankie talking with someone: a big man with a full, bushy beard. Suddenly Frankie reached for his wallet and pulled out some money. It looked like a hundred dollar bill; he gave it to the big, hairy guy. I wondered what that was all about. By the time I reached Frankie the big man was gone. He was still 'holding the table'. He asked if I wanted another drink and when I said 'yes', he reached for his wallet. I told him it was my turn to buy. The bar was jammed with guys who were mostly taller than me. I couldn't get the bartenders attention. Suddenly I felt a big hand on the back of my neck. "Maybe I can help you out...." A deep, guttural voice said behind me. I turned to him and came face-to-face with the hairy guy Frankie had been talking with just moments earlier. I was startled to see him. Another coincidence? I wondered. "Don't think I've ever seen you here before...what are you drinking?" he asked. I told him. "Paulie," he shouted at the bartender, "give my cute little friend here a vodka-soda and I'll take my usual...." I protested when he refused my money, and then he said: "Hell, a cute boy like you shouldn't have to pay for any drinks...." He was probably two or three years older than me, but I've been told I look five years younger than I am. "C'mon, I got a table over here...." he said when we got our drinks. Okay, I thought, I'll play along.... His big hand rested on the back of my neck as he guided me to the table where he was standing; no chairs. I didn't know the etiquette or protocol in a gay bar. I assumed if a guy bought you a drink you at least had to spend a little time with him. When I put my drink on the table his arm went around my shoulders and he pulled me closer to him. "You're one of the prettiest boys I've ever seen here...people call me 'Bear'—what's your name, cutie?" he asked. "John," I said. I was getting a little nervous now. His strong hand stayed on me; holding me in tight against him. I watched the guys on the dance floor. I was able to see through the crowd at the pool tables. It startled me to see Frankie staring at us. He seemed to have a crooked smile on his face. Then it dawned on me what was going on. Sure, it made perfect sense. Frankie had given 'Bear' a hundred dollars and all of a sudden he's coming on to me? Yes, I figured 'Bear' was in on Frankie's plan to seduce me. I wasn't angry, but I thought about what I could do to teach Frankie a lesson. Bear looked at me and asked: "Hey, little cutie—want to dance?" That's perfect, I thought. I'll show Frankie that two can play his game. Bear took my hand and I followed him onto the dance floor. He put his arms around me and pulled me close to him. It felt weird, but I put my arms around him and held on as we moved to the slow music. I was feeling self-conscious about dancing with a man, but of course, as I looked around me, nobody paid us the slightest attention. Bear pressed his beard against the side of my face. I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt his tongue on my neck. When he pushed his tongue in my ear, I instinctively tried to pull away but he held me tight. "Don't be nervous, lil cutie...," he whispered in my ear. "I'm more of a pussy-cat than a 'bear'...I like you—I like you a lot..." Suddenly Bear took my asscheeks in his big hands, pulled me hard against him, and ground his erection into my belly. His cock was huge, like a tree-stump, I thought. "You and me are gonna have fun tonight, lil cutie..." he said as his thick fingers pinched my asscheeks hard—I yelped at the surprising pain he was causing me. "Oh yeah, baby...Ol Bear is gonna make you squeal all night long...." he said as he brought his face close to mine. He tried to kiss me on the lips but I turned my head. He gripped my head with both hands and forcefully held it in place as he firmly pressed his lips to mine. His beard felt like steel-wool on my face. His lips were dry and cracked; he tried to push his fat tongue in my mouth. I resisted. His tone of voice suddenly changed—he was angry I had turned my head away from him. What I saw in his eyes scared the hell out of me. A strange smile spread across his lips as he said: "Oh, yeah, lil cutie...ol Bear likes it when a boy like you plays hard to get...ol Bear loves teaching a boy like you some manners..." I tried to look around for Frankie but Bear held my head as he almost spit at me when he spoke: "I'm taking you home tonight...you're gonna suck my cock the way I like it...you're gonna worship my balls...when I teach you some manners you're gonna beg to lick my asshole...and then I'm gonna fuck your prick-teasing ass—I'm gonna fuck you so hard and long you won't be able to walk for a week..." I began to tremble and shake—this game had gotten out of control. It wasn't supposed to go like this. My mind began to cry out: FRANKIE—WHERE ARE YOU FRANKIE? "...and when the sun comes up in the morning—I'm gonna snap my fingers and that cute lil ass of yours is gonna scramble as fast as it can between my legs and you're gonna do whatever the hell I tell you to do—now let's get out of here...." He pulled me to his side and his arm snaked around me. His hand covered my mouth. He forcefully guided me to the front door. I had never felt such fear. He was so strong I couldn't get away from him. I knew my arms would have ugly, purple bruises where he squeezed them. The closer we got to the door the louder I screamed in my head. FRANKIE—PLEASE HELP ME FRANKIE---OH MY GOD—OH MY GOD.... Bear pushed the door open with his foot. "Hey, Bear—where you going with my boyfriend?" It was Frankie. I almost cried I was so happy to hear his voice. I heard Bear growl at Frankie, "This lil prick-tease belongs to you? I don't believe it. If he's yours you better teach him some manners...." "Yeah, I've warned him about it before...when we get home he's going to get a good spanking." Bear's grip on me loosened, but he didn't let go. "I never seen you two together before..." he questioned Frankie. "Nah," Frankie said, "...the little faggot is too embarrassed to admit he's queer...doesn't want to go to these bars...but you oughta hear him when he's bending over and I'm ramming his ass with my cock—he can't get enough of it...." "Yeah, I thought so...." Bear replied. Bear let me go. Frankie took my hand and said, "C'mon, bitch—let's dance...I saw you dancing with Bear—now you can finally dance with me in public." And, for Bear's benefit, he yanked hard on my hand and I stumbled after him onto the dance floor. It was so manly and forceful it caught me by surprise. I gasped with uncertain delight; the fear inside me suddenly turned into excitement. Frankie held me close and I clung tightly to him as we moved slowly to the music. I began to suspect another plot but I didn't care—I felt so safe and secure in his arms I wanted him to hold me forever. "What the hell were you thinking?" Frankie whispered in my ear. "That is one dangerous man to mess around with...." "I thought...I dunno...I don't know what I was thinking...." I said. "Bear's still watching us...we might need to be more convincing...." Frankie said softly. I looked into Frankie's eyes—he stared into mine. We froze in place as the people around us disappeared from our sight. We were both feeling the same thing. It was as though we were reading each others' minds. Our lips came together; softly at first; then more urgent. It was a magical kiss; it awakened something deep within me. I felt a desperate hunger gnawing at the pit of my stomach. A loud bell went off in my head: after all these years I finally understood what I wanted in life. "I love you, Frankie," I said; unabashed and unashamed. The look of wonderment and joy in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. We kissed again—a long, lingering kiss. We only stopped when someone nearby said "Hey guys—get a room." "Want to go home?" he asked. I nodded. He took me by the hand and led me out of the club. We never thought about looking around for Bear. Once inside the car, I immediately moved over next to him. We put our arms around one another and kissed. Our kisses became frenzied; filled with true passion. Our tongues danced together; the heat in the car rose higher and higher. My hand automatically went to his crotch. I found his bulge and gently squeezed. He groaned into my mouth. My hands worked to open his slacks. When I took his hot flesh in my hand I swooned and could contain myself no longer. I caressed his warm, throbbing cock like a man possessed. I cradled his balls in my hand and rolled them with my fingers. His balls were extraordinarily heavy. The hunger in my belly grew stronger and more intense. There was something I had to do—something I'd dreamt of since the first time I'd laid eyes on his magnificent prick. I lowered my head and his manly aroma made me dizzy. I breathed in deeply—my own cock became rigid and stiff in my jeans. "Johnny...oh my God...." was all he could say when I rounded my lips and slid them over his hot cockhead. He moaned deeply as I used my tongue on his smooth flesh. My passion to give him pleasure overwhelmed me. I thought about how I liked to be sucked so I did it that way for him. I must have been doing it right: his hands caressed my neck and shoulders as he moaned incessantly. His hips began a slight upward thrusting, forcing more and more of his cock into my greedily sucking mouth. My fingers stroked his shaft as I sucked harder and faster. My mind was lost in a haze and fog of lust, desire and passion. When he cried out I pressed my tongue to his slit and lapped at the erupting discharge. I was happy and proud that he rewarded me with his essence. I swallowed as much as I could. It tasted like the nectar of the Gods. Up to this point in my life, nothing had prepared me for the sheer joy I felt in giving someone so much pleasure without expecting something in return. It had been purely an act of self-less love and passion. When his lower body finally came to rest, and as I heard him gulping for air, my lips and tongue cleaned the excess fluids from his hairless crotch. I inwardly smiled; secretly thrilled that I loved his manly aroma and taste because I knew I would be performing this act for him every day for the rest of our lives. When he caught his breath he held me close and kissed me hard. His hands gently squeezed and stroked my shivering body. "Johnny..." he said, "...I've never felt like this in my life—ever since we met I wanted to get you into my bed—I wanted you to experience the pleasure I knew we could give each other...but now...now I HAVE to have you...I've never felt a hunger for another person like this before...I NEED you to be my lover...I love you, Johnny...with my heart and soul I love everything about you...." I kissed him and told him I felt exactly the same way. I said we finally discovered what had been missing in all of our previous relationships---PASSION. Can being in love with someone you don't absolutely hunger for every moment of the day even be considered love? I rested my head against his shoulder as he drove us home. My small hand held his flaccid penis; I loved the feel of it in my hand. "Well," I said, "...looks like your plan worked perfectly." He hesitated then replied, "What plan?" I chuckled. "You know—trying anything and everything to seduce me." "Sweetie," he said, "...yeah, I wanted you in the worst way, but I never 'planned' anything...." "Oh really," I laughed. "What about the other day after golf—you hurry out of the locker room to make a mysterious phone call—tell me you didn't call Mikey so I could watch you two having sex that night." "You know, it had suddenly occurred to me that it was my sister's birthday—I called and wished her a happy birthday...as for Mikey, well, I was a little weak that night—it had been such a long time...I noticed you got a boner watching us.... " "Well...yeah, that's beside the point" I said. "What about today?" "What about it?" "You set me up with Bear so you could rush in and rescue me—I saw you give him a hundred bucks to do it." He laughed. "You think pretty highly of yourself, don't you? I gave Bear a hundred bucks for the three-wood I bought from him the other day when I didn't have any cash on me---you know, the three-wood I told you about today when I used it for the first time?" "Oh..." I said. I guess maybe I had wanted something to happen between me and Frankie so much I imagined all these things. Then he said: "You didn't ask me about today—you know, in the clubhouse after golf...." I remembered Kenny. "YEAH—Kenny follows me to the men's room and stands right next to me then he asks if I'm your girlfriend? What was THAT all about?" Frankie chuckled. "I dunno—your boss asked me the same thing...." "WHAT? What did you tell him?" "I said—not yet." My hand cradled Frankie's scrotum and I applied a gentle pressure on his balls. "You know," I said. "You're in a very vulnerable position here...." We arrived home just as our laughter died down. Inside his apartment we looked at each other then hugged and kissed and hungrily pawed one another. An overpowering PASSION filled the air. We hurriedly undressed and stepped into the shower. We washed each other; kissing and groping and fondling until our cocks were hard with lust and passion. I stood behind him and soaped his cock with one hand while my other hand stroked his shaft. "What are you doing?" he asked with a huge smile. "I'm going to give you a 'wrap-around', "I said. He laughed and said, "Oh, there's so much I'm going to LOVE teaching you..."
10 Days in Hollywood: Day 08	13,789	4.73	1,896,220	[ "mf", "cons", "oral", "celebrity", "celebrities" ]	DISCLAIMER This story is a work of fiction and the characters are either completely fictional or are fictional versions of their real selves. The events depicted are made up and any similarity to real life events is purely coincidental. This story is meant as a work of erotic fiction only and is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18. I am always looking for feedback and conversing about my stories. If you would like to, please send an e-mail to my profile. \\\\\* The clock struck 10:00 and the lie in was complete. The day before had been a busy one for me with the hookups and the party but my week was slowing down as I approached the end of my trip. One set visit and one party were all I really had to do before heading back to London. This morning though would reunite me with an old friend. Gemma Arterton had been my first big fling and she taught me plenty about the industry and about sex. The affair was an open secret in the theatre but it came to an abrupt end when her his husband found out. We hadn't seen each other since so today would be special. I'd prepared by showering and making sure I looked good, a casual outfit would be perfect. While eating breakfast, my phone vibrated and I saw a message come in from Felicity. "Sorry for abandoning you last night. Something turned on me and I was sick all over this guy's cock, well awks! Hope this makes up for it." Attached underneath was a picture of her right breast, exposed by her hand pulling her bra aside. I smiled at the sight of it, Felicity had the best nipples to suck on. "It does! Hope to see them in person again before I go home." I text back. "Maybe... Enjoy Summer," she replied. I smiled at her comment. I certainly intended to enjoy my evening date with her friend, the image of Summer Glau standing before me naked flashed in my memory. Her body was supple, tight and would happily be a ground for me to play with. But first there was Gemma. 10 Days in Hollywood: Day 8 Starring Gemma Arterton, Natalie Alyn Lind & Summer Glau Featuring Anne Hathaway, Brie Larson & Felicity Jones MF, Oral, Anal, Facial The bar that I was told to go to had a stupid name, O'Callagheys. It was a merger of two different bars and they decided to squish their names together rather than find a new one. But despite all this, they showed football games from the UK and today's important match would be shown here. I'd supported West Ham United since I was a child, growing up close to the stadium and I'd bonded with Gemma over our love of football before our affair started. It was that bonding that would probably lead to the affair; in addition to the chemical attraction. I walked into the bar to see it completely empty save the barman and a curvaceous woman dressed in a complete football kit; socks and all. It was obvious that Gemma had come prepared. The barman looked up to see me and said something to Gemma, I was too far away to hear what was said but the brunette beauty turned around to look at me. "Too embarrassed to wear that claret nonsense?" "You know I haven't worn colours since I was 15. Your mother let you out of the house looking like that?" "She said it's fine as long as I've got clean underwear on." "In case you get hit by a bus?" "Well she said in case I get fucked in an alley but same difference," she said with a smile as she grabbed two drinks from the bar. "If you're wondering, there's no alley here. I've checked." "Pity." Gemma placed both drinks on the table that I was stood by and jumped into my arms, her smooth legs wrapping around me. I wrapped my arms around her to support and hugged her in my arms. "I've missed you bubble fucker." "I've missed you too Arty. We gonna stay friends this time?" "No husband to stop me. You got a wife who'll get in the way?" "Not yet." "Good! Put me down." I reluctantly lowered Gemma onto the ground and she took a quick sip of her drink. The football was already on the screens and the barman had seemingly disappeared. I sat down on the chair and took a drink, it was a rum and coke. "You remembered what I drink." "I do." Gemma said as she sat down next to me. "Considering you're gonna lose today, I thought I would give you something you could appreciate." "You're a fucking angel! Where's the barman gone?" "Well as this place is closed for renovation, I thought I would pull a few strings and get the two of us in here to watch the game. So we are gonna be alone for the next few hours." "Well here's to us." I raised my glass to offer a cheers which Gemma gladly took and finished the remainder of her drink. She walked to the bar and I checked out her body. The socks showed off her calf muscles excellently and he curvaceous arse looked great in the white shorts. I could tell she was wearing a thong underneath. After gathering her drink, she came bouncing over and her large breasts bounced with her. The shirt was a ladies cut and her breasts looked like they wanted to burst out of the material. "So I saw Alice at the hotel the other day. She seems to have cooled her attitude towards you." "Yeah, we met up the other day, thrashed things out." "Well I'm not sure I'd class giving the girl a facial in a changing room thrashing things out but I'm old school." "She told you that?" "Oh yeah. When I told her I wanted to fuck you again, she couldn't stop herself spilling all the details. She might be a bit of a bitch but the girl knows how to enjoy sex, I'll give her that." "You want to fuck me again?" Gemma put her drink down and looked me in the eyes. "Why would I go to the effort of getting a private bar rented out if I only wanted to watch the football? We would go to a bar where more of your bubble headed friends are. You can't swing a cat without hitting one in this town." "What do you say we make this interesting then if us fucking is a foregone conclusion?" "Speak." she replied as she drank more of what I would guess is vodka. "Neither team can defend so I offer this. Every time the opposition scores, you take off an item of clothing. Shoes don't count." "And if it's four four after 20 minutes?" "Then we can forget the game." Gemma took a moment to consider it before standing up off the chair and walked around the table to my side. She lowered herself onto my lap and wrapped her arms around me. Her breasts pressed against my chest and she leaned in to kiss me on the lips softly. "This is why I've missed you." I ran my hands along her legs and looked into her eyes. "We could forego the football?" I suggested before Gemma slapped me on the chest. "Nope, can't just give it to you on a plate. So tell me, who have you fucked since you've been here other than Alice." "All of them? I don't think I have time." She giggled and jumped off my lap to gather us some more drinks. "Ah come on! Match is just starting and it'll be a slow start. I'm not gonna tell anyone, just need to size up my competition." "Okay." i said as my eyes drifted to the television. "Amy Adams, Melissa Benoist, Felicity Jones, Janina Gavankar, Emma Stone, Brie Larson, Candice Patton Jessica Chastain and some random person last night in a mask." "Jesus," she said as she placed the drink in front of me. "You got enough in the tank for me?" I returned my eyes to her face and smiled. I grabbed the drink and took a large gulp. "Get on your knees and we'll find out. Oh and Karen Gillan." "Maybe after. In the meantime, take your top off." I looked up to the screen to see the Charlton Athletic players celebrating. "Ah, for fucks sake." I returned my gaze to Gemma who had a hungry look on her face and I knew I wouldn't get out of it. I took off my shirt and placed in on one of the spare seats that littered the bar. Gemma lifted herself from her chair and closed the couple of paces that separated us. She ran her fingers along my torso. "Nice, you appear to have worked out since we last saw each other. You lift bro?" I smiled at her comment as she lifted her fingers to my pectoral muscles. Gemma was looking her lips as she looked over my body and could tell her interest in the football match was starting to wain. I then nodded my head to the television for Gemma's attention to leave my chest. She looked at the screen to see the image of Mark Noble running away in celebration. "Shit!" Gemma said as she span on her heels to look at me. I smiled at Gemma as she started to lift up her football top, exposing her stomach. I noticed how flat it was before I stopped her lifting it up anymore. "I seem to remember you chose what item I took off so I should be able to do the same." I said as I looked over her body. "I seem to remember how much you enjoyed having my cock in it so let's give it some air. Take your shorts off." A smile came over her lips as she looked at me. There had always been a lot of attention on her breasts but her arse would go with no attention at all. That was a shame as it was very underrated and she loved getting it fucked. She walked over to the table that I was sat at and bent over, sticking her arse out for me to admire. She hooked her fingers into the waistband and started to lower it down, her white thong getting some air. I reached my hand over and stroked the smooth skin as it became exposed. It was bigger and less firm than the last time we had fucked but it felt good to get in my hand. Gemma stepped out of the shorts and moved around to sit on my lap. She brought her lips down to mine and kissed softly. "I made the right decision getting you here. I've missed kissing and fucking you." Gemma said. "I missed looking at your body, just as good as I remember." We kissed again but with a little bit more passion as her hand idly played with my chest. Her tongue massaged my own as she closed her eyes, I kept mine open to look over her. There was a loud cheer on the television and we both looked up after the kiss finished. Gemma's head dropped down as she saw that West Ham had scored again. She returned to look at me. "This isn't going to plan, we were supposed to destroy you so i could get to look at that beautiful body of yours." "Now I get to look at yours." "Well I suppose you'll need to. Is it boobie time?" I shook my head before pinging the strap of her thong. Gemma rose up off my lap and grabbed hold of her underwear, sliding it down to reveal her pussy. She had a neat landing strip above her slit but the labia was smooth and had easy access. Gemma could see my desire as I looked at her pussy closely. "Still looks good?" "It looks very good. How strict are we being with the game?" "They're more guidelines than rules." "Good! Lay down on the table." I ordered her. Gemma smiled with glee as she jumped up onto the table next to me. She leaned down and placed a kiss on my lips before gently lowering herself backwards. With her back on the table and her legs hanging off the side, I moved my chair to sit directly in front of her. The smell of her excitement rode up my nostrils and I could tell she was ready. I grabbed Gemma's legs and moved them onto my shoulders so I had easy access to her, the sight of her slit very enticement. We could heard the crowd cheer on the television but we paid it no mind. I had a task ahead and Gemma eagerly awaited the result. A shiver went through her body as I placed my mouth onto her slit, she didn't expect me to go straight to her pussy. I ran my tongue along it before, careful to avoid coming into contact with her clit. Gemma let out a moan as I gently teased around but I knew I didn't want to make contact with her pleasure centre too early. Gemma leaned back to give me better access and I moved my head to the side to kiss her thighs. I remembered from the past how sensitive these were and she let out a loud moan as I kissed along. "Oh, just there you little tease." Gemma moaned as I kissed along her thigh. As I returned to her moist pussy, I looked up to see Gemma had slid her top up and was playing with her breasts. She had two of the largest nipples i had had the pleasure of putting in my mouth and they looked tantalising as she played with them. I returned my gaze to the main objective and allowed her pheromones enter my nostrils. She smelled sweet and i lowered my mouth down to cover clit. Her body shook a little as I came into contact with her clit again and she moaned a little louder. The sound of her moaning gave me encouragement and my tongue flicked her clit with more aggression and speed. One of Gemma's hands had dropped down to rustle my hair as it bobbed up and down. It was obviousshe was getting closer due to the tongue lashing because her thighs had got closer to my head throughout the experience, to the point they were now touching my ears. "Oh God, Richard I've missed you tongue." She said loudly as she weighed under my attention. "Tongue fuck me, I want your tongue inside me." Never one to disappoint, I slid my tongue away from her clit and stuck it into her pussy. It was sopping wet by the time I got inside her and it was very easy to slide my tongue in and out of her. I knew she wouldn't cum by my tongue alone so I moved my hand over to her pussy and massaged her clit with my index finger. "Yes yes yes." Gemma moaned in a quick pattern. I continued to tongue fuck Gemma as she squirmed on the table, releasing my hair and grabbing both sides of the table. Her body was overcome by the pleasure from my tongue and I knew the finale was around the corner. The tongue fucking was slower than she expected as she thrust her body onto my tongue, creating more speed. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh yes I'm cumming. Lick my juices you motherfucker, lick it all up." Gemma screamed. As Gemma stopped shouting at me and just screamed with pleasure, her pussy exploded on me. Her juices squirted all over my face as her hips bucked through her orgasm. I was able to lick up most of her juices but a lot ended up on the table. After what seemed like a eternity, Gemma's orgasm subsided and she collapsed back onto the table. Dropping backwards, I leaned into the chair and looked over the Gemma's body, I was pretty pleased with my work. It had been years since we last fucked but everything worked the same. Her thighs were as sensitive as before, she could still squirt and her juices tasted just as sweet. "I really missed you licking my cunt." Gemma said as she sat up on the table. "Lose the pants so I can ride you." I smiled at her suggestion and it seemed like a race between us to get naked. My clothes were thrown into a pile next to the chair and I turned around just as Gemma leaped on me. Her lips found my own quickly and was matched by my cock sliding effortlessly into her pussy. "I hope I'm not too wet for you to cum." "No chance you sexy beast, won't take me long with how good you are either." I said as I looked over her large breasts. I leaned down and kissed her breasts before sliding her right nipple into my mouth. I sucked on the large brown nipple to elicit a moan from the brunette. I continued to suck until she pulled me away. "Sure you can even remember?" Gemma start to move her hips up in a slow motion to emphasise her point. "I may have been young but I'm sure you're still the best fuck I've ever had." "You'll say anything to get in my pussy." I smiled at Gemma before we kissed with more passion and I could feel my cock slide further inside her. For all the times we'd fucked in the past, she still felt as tight as the first time. "I love riding your cock." Gemma whispered in my ear. She licked my lips before pulling her body back and resting her hands on my shoulders. Gemma kept eye contact with me as she rocked her body along my cock, keeping a slow rhythm as she gently teased me. She looked incredibly sexy with her post orgasm glow. A single strand of hair had remained dangling over her face and it rocked back and forth with her motion of her bouncing. My hand remained planted on her arse and stroked her soft skin. It was the final barrier in our relationship; one I hoped we would overcome in time. Especially now that we were re-acquainted. "It feels so good inside me." Gemma whispered as she laid her head close to my ear. Gemma started to rock on my cock with more gusto and closed her eyes with pleasure. The friction felt great on my cock as it thrusted in and out of her pussy. I kept my hand on her arse but I started to move my finger towards her hole. As I reached and started to penetrate both sides, Gemma stopped bouncing on my cock and started to rut instead. Her tempo increased and I could tell she was getting closer to her orgasm. "Oh yes, yes, yes, make me cum!" she yelled. Gemma leaned back as the second orgasm hit her body; her erect nipples pointing right at me. I leaned down and sucked each one in turn, her moans increased as she felt the added pleasure. Her pussy was soaking so I knew I had to act quick if I was going to cum. I pulled the actress off my cock and bent her over the table in front of me. Her ass was gaping and I considered sticking it in there but I knew I wanted to enjoy it so decided to leave it for another time. I placed my hands on both of her hips and pushed my cock into her pussy. Gemma squealed as I pushed my full length into her relative ease and started to fuck her pussy. The actress grabbed the other end of the table with both hands and matched my pace with her ass pushing back into my stomach, the view of a wobble was very sexy. I let out a grunt as I started to feel my balls tighten and I knew it wouldn't be long. Even though her orgasm had ended, Gemma continued to moan as I pushed my cock into her repeatedly. "Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me good, cum in my pussy." Gemma moaned in between breaths, Never one to disappoint, I pushed my cock harder into her, ensuring the full length of my cock went in and out of her with only the tip remaining. Getting closer, I increased my pace and placed my right hand on the small of her back. I pushed down hard as I felt myself getting closer, her body oozing sex as Gemma looked at me from over her shoulder. It became too much and I shot my cum into her waiting pussy. I thrusted my way through to ensure that all of my cum filled her pussy before pulling out and sitting down on the chair. "Oh my God, that was good." Gemma said as she returned to her feet. "I know, we were always good in the bedroom." Gemma let out a little giggle before starting to put her clothes back on. She looked great nude but the sight of her in lingerie was just as sexy, maybe even a little more. Noticing that I was watching, she gave me a spin as she slotted the thong between her arse cheeks. Sadly she started to put the football kit on depriving me of the excellent view of her body. "Looks like you won!" she said as she pointed at the screen. I looked up to see that the football had indeed ended and the players were going through their standard ritual of shaking hands and swapping shirts. I'd suggest we do the latter but I knew I'd be seeing them very soon anyway. "What are your plans for the rest of the day?" Gemma asked as she handed me a coke. "I've gotta go up to this set to see Anne Hathaway and then I have a date." "A date? Are you fucking serious? You've only been here a few days." "Well I've been here a week and I am serious, this being a casual thing." I said gesturing between the two of us. "This is Hollywood darling, everything is a casual thing. Especially next week when I come to your grimey little flat and let you stick it in my arse." "Promises promises." I said as I gave her arse a little tap. "Well put some clothes on as a painter is due to be here shortly, I'm sure he won't want to see your cock. I gotta run, table read to do for a new film. Might be fun sitting across from one of your holiday fuck buddies with your cum inside me." Before I could ask Gemma who she meant, she put her sunglasses on and disappeared out of the bar. Feeling a bit of a dick by standing naked in a bar, I quickly got changed and returned to my car. I jumped into the Porsche and entered the location of the film set into the sat nav. It gave me three routes but the times didn't include midday LA traffic. Instead of going short and sitting in a traffic jam, I headed along the long route to take in some lovely coastal views. In the end, it didn't take me as long as I thought and i parked up next to the security office. They signed me in and let me know which way to go to Anne's trailer. I could hear some shouting as I approached some assistants stood outside, slightly unsure what to do with themselves. I also noticed a young blonde girl who appeared to be amused, giving that look only a teenager girl could give. She had a pretty face and her breasts were held in a bikini top and jeans, typical California girl from the look of it. "Is Miss Hathaway in there?" I asked the girl as I approached her side. "Yeah, having another argument with the director, holding up filming yet again." "Um.. why?" "Topless scene." "She doesn't want to do one, I'm guessing." "No, she does. Her idea." It was little annoying to only get short answers from her when my attention was torn away by the trailer door bursting open. A man in his early forties, who I assumed was the director, stormed out only to be flocked by the assistants. He was shouting at them but I couldn't catch everything he said. Prima donna and witch came up a few times though. That was when Anne walked out of the trailer. Dressed in jeans and a red vest, her porcelain skin looked stunning when the sun shone down on her. She looked around to see if anyone was about and caught my eye before returning into the trailer and closing the door. The blonde girl mouthed good luck to me as I approached the trailer, my knuckles rapping on the door. I heard footsteps approach and when the door opened I was not greeted by the actresses smiling face but one of anger. She pushed passed me with surprising strength considering her size and she stormed down the steps. "Miss Hathaway. I'm Richard Cole, we're supposed to have a meeting," She looked back at me for a moment and I thought she was going to calm down. Instead she grabbed a rock from the floor and threw it at me. I ducked but still was shocked by her reaction. When I looked back up, she had pushed her way past everyone and disappeared from sight. I walked down the steps and was greeted by the blonde girl again. "So me wishing you luck didn't exactly work out, did it?" "Not really. I'm Richard by the way." "Yeah, I heard you before the crazy bitch threw a rock at you. Good duck by the way, you've got good reflexes. Nice muscles too." she said as she pinched my bicep. "Um.. thanks. She like that a lot?" "Well I've only been on set two weeks and this is fourth tantrum I've seen. There's a few younger actresses on the film and they're all topless. That's why she wanted one, didn't want to be shown up when hers are still pert and suckable." "That why none of the other actresses about?" "All in hiding but for me. I'm lucky, I was 17 when my contract was signed so my girls only come out when I want them to." "Lucky boys. What's your name?" The blonde pushed passed me, her large breasts pressing into my chest. There was a smile on her face as she did this and she bit down onto her lip before disappearing into the trailer. I looked around to see the place deserted so I followed the blonde into the trailer. "Good decision, man. I'm Natalie and yes I am 18 now." "Well I wasn't going to ask." "Don't ask, don't tell; I like it." she said she bent over to pick something up. She clearly did it so I would look at her arse as she held the position for longer than was required. The denim material clung to her arse and the line of her thong was very noticeable. "Here, catch!" I looked up to see a camera heading my way which I was able to catch. Natalie stood up and whipped off her vest to reveal bra-less boobs. They were very pert with small areolas and nipples. "I'm due to fuck a guy and thought I'd tease him before i get there. Take a few shots of the girls for me." "I'm not a photographer." I protested. She stepped towards me as her hands moved up and pinched her nipples to make them more noticable. "No, you're a director. So direct me. I'll make it worth your time." She said with a cute smile. I brought the camera up and shot a couple of quick photos of her boobs. I went to include her face but she stopped me, wanting plausible deniability. I got up close for a few which seemed to excite Natalie by having someone that close to her. I then moved to the sofa and snapped a few from a low angle. "Lose the jeans." I told her. "The jeans?" "You want to excite him, don't ya? You've got a great ass, tease him with it." Natalie seemed to like the explanation and quickly stripped her jeans off. The front of her thong was cut very low so it was obvious that she was clean shaven. Natalie spun around to show her cheeks separated by the thin red material and I started to shoot some pictures. She bent over in a variety of positions before bring her hand down and giving it a slap. We continued for about five minutes before Natalie took the camera out of my hands. She quickly fiddled and sent the pictures off to the unnamed boy before turning her attention back to me. I looked at her as she stood clad in only her small red thong and a smile. "Thank you for doing that Richard, he'll enjoy knowing it's from Anne's trailer." Natalie said before throwing the phone to the side. "Well, you're welcome. Though I can't complain with the view I've had." "I bet you can't." Natalie said as she cupped her breasts. "These girls get all of the love but it's sweet you noticed my ass too." I laughed at her comment as she stood in front of me. A look in Natalie's eyes changed slightly as she looked over me, considering her next move. I was still on my knees and looking up at her flat stomach and pert breasts, I noticed a slight wet patch on her thong. "You know, it's a shame that I'm already on a promise as I think you'd be a great fuck." Natalie said as she walked towards me. "The imagination of your cock pushing into my pussy as you grab my hair... oh god!" She dropped down onto her knees and grabbed my head. Natalie pulled it forward and placed her lips onto mine, pushing her tongue aggressively into my mouth. Her fingers draped down my chest as our tongues intertwined, for someone so young she was a fantastic kisser. The kiss stopped and she pulled her head away from me. "You know, just because I'm not gonna cum, doesn't mean I can't make you." I smiled and made my way to my feet, my crotch just few inches from her face. She moved her hair away and looked up at me. "I know I'm young but I know what I'm doing. Just don't make me a one and done." Her hands made their way to my belt and quickly undid the metal buckle. She slid my jeans down and looked at my hard cock in my boxer briefs. Her fingers outlined the bulge before stroking my balls. She let out a little giggle before pulling the briefs down and allowing my cock to spring free. Natalie gave a smile of acceptance as her fingers delicately worked along the length of my cock, she seemed to be measuring it in her head. Finally she allowed her hand to fully grasp my cock and started to pump, feeling the skin move in her hands. Her wrist rolled with relative ease as she moved her fingers along my cock. "It looks and feels really nice." Natalie said with an innocent voice. "Let's see how it tastes." As her hand slid to the base of my cock, she put the head into her mouth and locked her lips down. Pairing the sucking with moaning, her head bobbed up and down. I placed my right hand on her head and stroked her hair while her tongue made good work of my cock. "God Natalie, that feels so good." I could only hear a muffled acceptance as she sucked down. Her tongue rounded the head on the out suck and licked the underside of the length on the in suck. I looked down and could barely see her face, her hair covering up the sight of my cock in her mouth.I didn't think I needed to do much more than enjoy the show. Natalie started to gulp down as she took my cock fully into the mouth, the head of my cock almost hitting the back of her throat. She seemed to have a good gag reflex as there wasn't any sign of struggle. Her hand moved down and massaged my balls as she sucked hard. My phone started to ring in my pocket and Natalie's eyes darted straight to it. She held position for a moment as she seemed to contemplate what to do before taking the cock of her mouth and looking up to me. "Why don't you answer it? I'd love to suck your dick while you're speaking to someone. It'll be fun to see if I can make you cum while they're still on the line." Natalie quickly popped the cock back into her mouth and resumed her sucking like nothing had happened. I took the phone out of my pocket to see Brie Larson's face pop up. I pressed the button to accept the call and placed the phone next to my ear. "Hi Brie, how are you?" "Oh, you did save my number. And here I was thinking I could surprise you." "Better luck next time Cap." "Oh, I'm sure Chris will have an issue with you calling me that." She replied to my comment. As the conversation started, Natalie increased the speed of her sucking on my cock, trying to live up to her promise to make me cum while on the phone. She looked up as she started to slurp loudly. "What's that noise?" Brie asked. "Oh, just some kid. No manners nowadays." I replied. I reached down and placed my hand on her head and motioned for her to continue her fast sucking. "So... anyway... tomorrow night. I think I mentioned that there was this party and that I may have needed a date." "I recall." "So... oh come on dude, don't make me ask like a loser." "I'd love to come." I replied, closing my eyes from the pleasure of Natalie's sucking. "Should I swing by yours?" "No, I have a driver and we will pick you up. Just text me deets. It's casual as well so don't show me up by wearing a suit, certainly not a tight one to show off that cock." Brie laughed at her comment and hung up the phone. I knew I should probably text her the address but I had more important things to pay attention to. I could see Natalie smiling with my cock in her mouth, she seemed to enjoy the fact Brie was oblivious to the action. I wasn't getting frustrated and just wanted to cum. I reached my hands down and grabbed a handful of hair in both of my hands. Natalie locked eyes with me as she knew what I was about to do. I moved her head slowly at first but started to increase the speed as I fucked her mouth. Her gulping seemed to get louder as my cock went in and out of her mouth, the speed being helped by the thrusting of my hips. I started to bunch her hair up in one as I was getting closer to cumming so I could see her face better. On a final out thrust, I shot the first load of cum into her mouth. Her eyes stayed glued to mine as she swallowed the cum as it landed into her mouth. I continued to thrust through it to ensure all of my cum finished in the younger girls mouth, her tongue circling the head of my cock as it came to an end. I pulled out and looked at the blonde on her knees. "That was the good." "Not bad for a child, am I right?" she said with a laugh. "Right, we better get changed and out of here before the nut case gets back." It didn't take me long to pull on my clothes and fasten the belt but I stood there to watch Natalie cover her near naked body. It was a shame when the bikini top went back on as her breasts were fantastic. We left the trailer after ensuring the coast was clear and Natalie happily walked me back to my car. She gave me a peck on the cheek as I got into the driver's seat and made me promise to not forget her. I was sure I wouldn't. The drive back to the condo was long due to traffic but it gave me time to think about the trip so far. I'd had more sex on this trip than I'd had in my entire life. I was still hoping to have more through my combination of dates with Summer and Brie but my thoughts went back to the one who had seemingly got away. I knew Daisy would be back the next day but with me going to the party, it would be doubtful I would have time to see her. Meeting up in London was a possibility. I got a text from Summer with the location of the restaurant and a time to arrive so I knew I had a while to get ready for the date. I chose to wear something simple for the date, I'd spent a lot of time in suits in the time I'd been on this trip so I put a check shirt and chinos on to pair with a nice pair of brown shoes. I was under the belief I would have a few drinks so i chose to get an Uber to the restaurant. The ride only took about 20 minutes but Summer was already waiting when I arrived. I don't know why but I was surprised that she wasn't wearing a mask. Her face was completely uncovered and shone in the lights with a slight hint of a tan, her red lipstick looked very bright against her skin. She wore a dark orange dress that cut off past her knees, it wasn't tight fitting but wasn't completely loose either. The top of the dress cut down to show off some cleavage but her breasts weren't the largest. She knew how to make the most of what she had. "How are you Summer? You look beautiful." "Thank you Richard." she said as I kissed her cheek. "Started to think you wouldn't show." I looked at my watch to see that I was ten minutes late, the Uber must have taken longer than I thought. I looked to see a little button was sitting on the table. "I'm sorry, I'm not used to LA traffic. What is this?" She looked at the box and laughed as she returned her view to me. Licking her lips, Summer pushed the box forward to me. "A controller." "What for?" "Me." "You?" I asked. "I never knew you were a robot." "Well I have played one so maybe I'm here to hunt you down and kill you." She said as she laughed, "My husband is at home so I can't take you there. This is so we can have a little fun while at dinner. Press the button!" I picked up the controller and looked at it. It didn't have any telltale marks or labelling so there was only one way to see if she was telling the truth. I pressed the button and Summer gripped her hands to the table. Her eyes started to roll her eyes back and she bit down on her bottom lip. I took my finger off the button and sat down on the chair. I looked across to Summer and smiled. "This seems to be a fun little toy Summer. You used it a lot?" "First time for that actually. It was a nice little blast, hope your fingers are as good on my pu..." Summer stopped short as the waitress arrived at the table to hand us our menus. She didn't leave while we perused them and I knew this would present a fun opportunity to use the button. I told the waitress my order for a starter and a main and looked across to Summer. She started to go through her starter when my finger pressed down on the button. Summer seemed to try and hide her pleasure but as she answered a yes or no question, a moan came out of her mouth. The waitress looked a little confused as she wrote it down. Summer gave me a quick look in between conversation but I knew she wanted to carry on. The waitress left the table as I looked directly at Summer, my finger hovering over the button. Summer smiled before taking a sip of her wine, waiting patiently for a press that wasn't going to come. "You have no idea how close I am to cumming." she whispered. I laughed as I let my finger hover over the button, seeing the anguish in her eyes. She desperately wanted me to finish her pleasure before the waitress came back. I looked over to the waitress and could see she was watching while talking to a friend. We had an audience so I thought I'd get it done. I placed my finger onto the button and watched as Summer squirmed in her place, letting the pleasure sensor do its work. Summer kept her eyes on me as the orgasm cut through her body, the only real sign was her hands gripping the table. She gave me a nod to take my finger off as she enjoyed the flow of pleasure run through her. Finally she slapped her hand on the table as the final whisp hit her and she leaned back into her chair. She blew out a deep breath and moved a strand of hair from her. "Well I've got to be honest, I've never quite been fingered like that before." I laughed. "I've never fingered anyone like that so we can count ourselves lucky." "Unlike the guy Felicity hurled on last night!" "Well it depends on what he's into I guess." We both laughed at this and I could feel her leg run up mine as the waitress returned with the starters. She seemed to linger a moment hoping there would be more to see until Summer shot her a dirty look. She quickly turned tail leaving us to our conversation. Nothing much more happened during the dinner as Summer seemed concentrate on filling herself with her food. She told me about how she manages her home life with the parties and how she was first introduced to them. It was apparently through a Firefly co-star but she didn't divulge which one. She did mention it was a she though. The meal took about an hour to consume before the bill was presented to us. I paid the handsome fee but I couldn't really complain as the meal was top notch. "Come with me." Summer said as she grabbed my hand. She led me through the restaurant and I started to feel like Henry Hill in Goodfellas. Suddenly we went through a door and headed upstairs. Two flights later we were out on the roof. No romantic lighting, all we had was air ducts and piping. I turned to look at Summer who had closed the door and started to strip off her dress. "What's this then?" I asked gesturing around. "Well like I said, my husband is home so I can't take you there to fuck." I laughed at her reply and leaned on the wall behind me. "What about foreplay? This place doesn't seem exactly suited to it." "I've already cum and my pussy is wet." Summer said as she lowered her dress to the floor. "This foreplay enough for you?" I looked over Summer who stood there just like the night previous. Her breasts stood out proud with her pert nipples pointing on end. She still wore her panties but there was a notable wet patch from her previous orgasm. "You're body looks amazing." I stated as the dusk light hit her body. "Well nothing much has changed since last night. What's weird is that I'm the only one who appears to be getting naked!". With that comment, Summer hooked her fingers into her panties and drew them down her legs. She threw them over to her other clothes and stood there completely naked, just as she did at the party. I licked my lips as she walked along to one of the ducts and leaned against it. I know I didn't want to leave her waiting and started to strip my clothes off. As a few buttons came undone, I stopped and remembered how kinky Summer was, according to Felicity. I kept the tie in my hands as I strode over to her. "I don't see any reason for me to be naked." I said as I arrived in front of her. She didn't really look shocked as I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her into a kiss. Our tongues attacked each other with passion. Her hands rested on my chest which allowed mine to creep to her pert arse, giving it a tight squeeze. A moan came from her lips as she felt the squeeze. As we broke the kiss, Summer kept her blue eyes locked on. I smiled before spinning her around so her back faced my body, my crotch coming into contact with her arse. She rubbed her cheeks against my hardening cock as I grabbed her hands. "Well this is different you kinky bastard" She said with a laugh as I pulled her hands behind her and wrapped the tie around them. "Well like you said, no foreplay. Just some fucking in a dirty place like you want." "Ha ha... so slutty of me to want it." Summer emphasised this by leaning forward into a bent over position and wiggled her arse. I undid the zip on my pants and slid my cock out, rubbing the head against her pussy lips. A moan came from her mouth and I could see her lips were already moist. I pushed my cock into her pussy and her moan turned into a gasp. "Fucking hell!" she shouted as I pushed my full length into her. "No wonder Felicity recommends this cock!" I took hold of Summers hips and started to thrust into her pussy, the tightness of the angle gripping my length. I could hear her juices squish as my cock worked its way through her pussy. "Felicity told a lot of people?" "Fuck yeah, that mouthy bitch can do a lot of good in a week." Summer answered through her moan. "If you go to San Diego, you'll be rolling in pussy. Now pull on that tie." I did as Summer commanded and watched her arms get yanked back. She seemed to get off on the initial pain as her body started to push back on me. I watched as my cock was engulfed by her lithe body, the length getting covered by her juices as it slid in and out. I pulled the tie back some more as she moaned loudly from the fucking. "Oh fuck yeah, that's just how I like it." I could only see her face slightly as she leaned her head back but her eyes were closed with pleasure. As the moans continued, I was able to increase the speed of the thrusting. Her pussy getting wetter as we fucked. "Oh God, i love the feel of it." As her moans started to get louder, Summer pushed her body back into me to increase the speed of the thrusting. The girth of my cock rubbing her pussy lips as her body moved forwards and backwards. "Spank me! Spank me!" Summer demanded. I lifted my hand back and brought it down hard onto her arse. A squeal of pleasure came from her mouth as my hand made contact with her skin. The squeals got louder as I spanked her more, a red mark getting created on her firm right cheek. "I want you to cum in me." she sneaked out in between moans. "I will, I'm so close Summer." "Me too, this is so horny." Summer pushed herself up to arch her back as I grabbed both of her hips to thrust deeper into her. As my cock met the back of her pussy, I could see a bead of sweat run down her body. "Holy shit! I am so close." This was like holding a red rag to a bull and I increased the speed of my thrusting. Her moans were matched by my grunting as we tried to push each other as far as we could. "Yeah, flex that pussy Summer. Fuck!" I moaned as Summer tightened her pussy. Instinctively, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as I pushed forward into her. Summer grunted as I did and quickly transitioned into screaming as her orgasm took hold of her. I could feel her pussy juices slush about as she screamed her way through the orgasm. I held onto her hips and carried on thrusting to reach my own end. Summer started to go limp as she rested in the afterglow of her orgasm so I had to hold her up as I pushed in. Finally, I pushed in one final thrust and started to shoot my creamy load into the actress. I closed my eyes as I felt my balls tighten and the liquid started to fill her up. I continued to thrust until my sack was empty and then let go of Summer's body. She rolled around to lean against the vent as she looked up at me, a wide smile on her face. I looked down to see cum and pussy juice sliding down her leg but it didn't seem to bother her. "Well that was a very nice fuck Mr Cole." "I agree, that dancing history of yours has kept that body supple." I replied as I handed her her clothes. "Well I do what I do." Summer replied as she started to get clothed. "Nice touch with the hair pulling, I didn't think you'd be that kinky. Next time you're in town, I'll need to ensure the Spouse is away and I can show you the games room." I zipped myself up as I listened to Summer and laughed at the idea of her having a special room. "I'll RSVP you now then." We made our way to the fire exit stairs, Summer had been a bit loud and wanted to avoid the clientele. We shared a kiss at her car before she drove off into the night. It wasn't what I had expected when i arrived but it was good to add another name to my holiday list. I looked at the time to see it was late, certainly too late to call someone else.i decided to head back to the condo and have a good sleep in preparation for Brie.
Hotel Pavane Ch. 02	40,240	4.8	204,360	[ "cave", "cavern", "nature", "holiday", "vacation" ]	Marija gets up so early the next morning that the stars are still in the sky. The first thing she thinks of is Ari and the night before, and the next thing she thinks of is that he's gone—her bed is empty. The guilt she was prepared to feel is replaced by shame and anger as she remembers her wanton behavior of last night and wonders whether she's scared him off. Even in this place she embarrasses herself. She feels like she can do nothing right. She steps out on the balcony. It's very early but already the thick clouds are gathering, blown in from the north and tinted red and purple in the east by the rising sun. This may be a cheery place in the summer, but in this season it is gray and foreboding. She hears the dawn call of the peacocks in the garden followed by a woman's distant laughter. It only makes her feel more lonely. She comes inside and goes back to bed. He comes for her at ten, startling her from a dream of Andre, which left her with a feeling of nagging unease, as if she's greatly disappointed someone. She transfers this feeling to Ari when he enters and tries to beg off their appointment, claiming she's unwell. "I have things to show you today," he says, unbearably cheerful. "Things most people here never see—the insider's tour. I've arranged for a boat, so dress casual." He's brought tea and croissants on a cart, but Marija has no appetite. It occurs to her that maybe it would have been better if she had scared him off after last night. She can't bear anyone's company in the morning, and sightseeing is the last thing she wants to do today. She's better after she's had her coffee and showered. The shower itself is a miracle, hot, over-engineered, and lavish with water. She goes through her clothes, wincing at all the romantic dresses and gowns she's brought, as if she'd intended to spend all her time at a ball. She puts on a pair of jeans and a sweater, a pair of athletic shoes. It's hardly what she thought she'd be wearing when she packed for the Hotel Pavane. The island upon which the Hotel sits is still known as Palace Island and has always been dramatically landscaped and laced with canals, moats, and pools for boating, except at the northern end, where the island rises into sheer cliffs, densely wooded and intentionally left wild. The waters are still and mirror the trees and gardens that line the shore. Swans, black and white, glide upon the surface like clouds. The waterways are especially lovely at night, when little boats, decorated with candles and lanterns, drift about in the darkness like fireflies. It's to a misty dock on one of these pools that Ari brings Marija in the early afternoon of this gray and forlorn day. He installs her in the prow of a small boat, part canoe, part gondola—short and wide with high and decorated stem and sternposts—and settles himself in with blankets and a paddle. He pushes off and they head for the waters of Lake Pavane that surround the island. The air is still and a thick mist rises from the water obscuring the towers of the hotel and the tops of the trees—sometimes even the banks themselves—so that they seem to float in a dream world, accompanied only by their own wake on the mirror-like water. The rose gardens and chrysanthemums they pass are mere smudges of color in this foggy world of gray and green. "It's so still," she says. There are no other boats. The water is the color of a black mirror. "Is it always so still?" "You've come during the misty season, and while the mists rise, yes, it is still. It's relaxing though, in its way." "I don't think I've ever been in such a quiet landscape." "Good. Then this will be a perfect place to talk." "Talk about what?" Ariel pulls in his paddle and lays it across the thwarts. "You. I want to know." Marija knows he's talking about what he said last night, about healing her. "Oh Ari, that was sweet, but you weren't serious? You're going to be my sex therapist?" "No," he says. "Don't call it that. A sex therapist works on a particular sexual problem. Sex is just the means to the end." "What's the end?" "To get you away from him and give you back to yourself. Don't you think that's a worthy goal?" Marija looks at him as his eyes scan the shore. Last night he'd seen her in all her naked vulnerability. He'd taken her not against her will, but forcibly, taking what he wanted without asking, and it had been the best thing he could have done. His selfish desire had aroused her more than any gentle consideration would have and had thrilled her, so much so that she was surprised at the lack of shame and remorse she felt today. She'd not only enjoyed last night, but she'd had a most intense orgasm, unusual for her, and quite inexplicable. The boat barely seems to move. It's a strange shape, unusually wide for a craft so short. The generous beam makes it very stable. She sighs, trailing her fingers in the water. "So what did you want to know?" "About this man, the one who broke your heart. What was his name?" Marija brings her hand into the boat and rolls over on her back. The prow of the little boat is an elaborate chair with pillows and cushions. Because of the stillness of the lake, they never become wet. "Andre," She says. "But really, just when I was feeling better too. Do we have to, Ariel?" "He left you?" She sighs. "Yes. He just walked out one night, angry. He came back two days later while I was at work and got his things. It didn't matter. I couldn't afford the place without him anyhow. I had to leave." "And why did he leave?" She shrugs, loathe to talk about it. "We were always fighting." "Of course. But what about?" Marija drops her fingers in the still waters again. The smooth movement of the boat leaves barely a ripple. "I don't know. Everything. What do people fight about? It's all so stupid. What we have for dinner at night, where we go on the weekend. Things he said, things I said..." Ari picks up the paddle and strokes them in a new direction "People don't fight for no reason, Marija. Either they fight because they're competing for the same thing, or because they hate each other, or because they've exhausted each other. You two didn't hate each other, so I'm going to bet you exhausted yourselves. You were with each other too much. You used each other up." Marija smiles to hide her unease. The topic is a sore point "It's no joke," he says. "People exhaust each other all the time. It's the curse of our age, where everyone has to tell everyone everything, be all things to their lovers. Relationships can't stand that. You should always keep something back. Never give everything to anyone. That doesn't do you any good, and believe me, they don't want it. Love's strength comes from mystery. Why do you think falling in love is so much more exciting than being in love? Marija makes a face. "Is that my lesson for today? To just shut up and not talk to men?" "No." He drops the subject and peers at the shoreline. Marija turns to see that they've changed direction and are heading back to Palace island, but approaching from the north side, where the island rises and into a range of large, heavily wooded hills before plunging down into the lake in a series of precipitous cliffs. This is the wild side of the island, neither cultivated nor landscaped. "There it is," he says, correcting the boat's motion with his paddle. "No. Today's lesson is about something else. It's about sex, how it's all around you." "What are you looking for?" she asks, trying to follow his eyes. He doesn't answer, just starts taking them in to shore with strong strokes of the paddle. Marija gets up on her knees and turns around so she can see where they're headed, but all she can see are the ancient willows that dip their leaves into the misty water at the base of the cliffs. "Watch your head," Ari says, and the boat glides under the trailing leaves, strands of willow dragging over Marija's face and back. She looks up then and is amazed to see a large cave right ahead of them arching over the water. The opening is partially blocked with an ancient iron water gate. The boat glides in under the overhanging rock and Ari backs water to stop them at the very entrance. In the dark twilight he produces a cigarette lighter and lights the kerosene lantern that hangs in the stern. He passes the lighter to Marija and tells her to light the bow lantern. She does, and then gasps as he paddles them into the cave. The cavern is huge and vast with no walls to be seen. The black waters trail off into the far distance, and stalactites and stalagmites form a forest of columns and stumps that emerge from the water and disappear into the darkness overhead, shadowy shapes painted yellow-orange now by the lantern light. The cavern is full of them, and they fade off into the distance in a bewildering maze of pillars and arches. "What is this, Ari? What is this place?" "You remember 'Xanadu'? 'Where Alph the sacred river ran, through caverns measureless to man, down to a sunless sea." He smiles, but the place is too profound for laughter. "This is The Cavern. The lake is fed by underground springs, very deep. They formed these caverns. Then, not that long ago by geologic time, the lake broke through and flooded them. The old dukes used this cave to supply his castle in times of war. The castle was replaced by the palace centuries ago, but some of the medieval stonework still remains. The Hotel keeps the cave a secret, but they use part of the old landing stage for a wine cellar. That's the dim light you see way up ahead. It's too dangerous down here for the regular guests. Only a few of us even know about it." The little boat glides along in its dome of yellow light, casting weird shadows on the columns. She cannot see the ceiling, she cannot see the walls. All there is is a forest of strangely shaped columns stretching away on either side as far as she can see, as if the whole island were hollow. Marija is spellbound. Speaking in this place seems wrong. They're in a deep and secret place, and the human voice isn't welcome. She looks over the side but sees nothing but her face staring back at her from the ring of lamplight. The water is a perfect black mirror. "The water in this cave is very deep," he says. "There are fish down there too, big fish, living at the bottom in the darkness." The thought of fish there in the black water does something to her, brings up some primitive emotion of fear or reverence, and she unconsciously puts her hand to her chest as if to still her heart. "They're not dangerous. Some subspecies of catfish, blind and pale white. They won't hurt you." He paddles on for a ways, then says softly, "This is the lesson for today, Marija." She looks back at him. "The caverns?" "Just wait," he says. They travel on, keeping the light of the landing stage ahead of them in the distance. The paddle is soundless in the water; the entire cavern is soundless, though Marija can hear the slow drip of water when they pass certain spots. It is timeless; the deep unimaginable patience of nature, the black water in caves unseen. Ari steers the boat away from the light and behind the shadowy concealment of some fused columns. He takes a rope from the boat's stern and ties it around a stalagmite that emerged from the water, then he turns up the mantles in the lanterns. The columns flash back at them like thousands of diamonds or shattered mirrors, and Marija's breath catches in her throat. "Incredible!" "They're just quartz," he says. "Quartz and mica. But who would have thought? How lavish nature is with her beauty, isn't she? She just throws it away." He turns the lanterns down and the sparkle fades. There's no current, and the boat barely moves. Ari stands up and joins her in the prow, and now Marija sees why the boat's shape is so curious. It allows two people to recline together comfortably in the prow and stern. It's cool down here but not cold, and Ari's warmth is quite welcome as he arranges himself behind her and pulls her back against him. "We'll wait here and let the spirit of this place seep into us. I'm not a religious man, but this is a sacred place. We respond to it on many levels." They sit in the darkness, in the absolute silence, the only sound the distant drip of water, and Marija wonders what it is she's supposed to feel: reverence, awe. She's about to speak when Ariel puts his hands on her breasts and gently pulls her back against him. Marija holds her breath, afraid to say anything but unsure of what he means to do. His behavior is shocking but not unwelcome. It's been some time since a man couldn't keep his hands off her and she doesn't object, and his human touch is comforting in the silent darkness. His hands don't move, but Marija starts to get excited. It's the quiet, the absence of people. She's never felt silence as a presence before, but now it exudes from the very stone and the surface of the water. It makes her want to do things, to yell or scream. Ari's hand leaves her breast and presses against her cheek, gently turning her face back at him for a kiss, and Marija feels a surge of excitement before their lips even meet. She opens her mouth to him, eager for his tongue. His male warmth is wonderful in this cool, dark place, and Marija feels herself opening for him as if her body is already far ahead of her. His hand slips under her sweater and finds her own warmth and softness and Marija sighs. She can't remember when a man's hand felt so comforting. She's been slightly ashamed of herself all day, conflicted by her behavior last night, but now in this underground labyrinth of glistening towers with the black water below and around her, her hunger surfaces to a shocking degree. It's as if the still lifelessness makes their human presence all the more precious and Marija presses back against him and covers his hand on her breast with her own. There's no one else around. She's never been in a place so totally devoid of humanity and her sensual excitement seems to expand to fill the emptiness like the glow of the little boat's lanterns seeks to fill the darkness. Ari's sitting directly behind her and the feel of his shaft coming to life and pressing against her bottom is terribly exciting. She still worries that her own capacity to respond to a man might have been damaged and it's gratifying to know that she hasn't, but more gratifying is his response to her. His ardor seems greater than her own, and suddenly the memory of last night comes back to her in physical sensations: the memory of his cock inside her and the weight of his body on hers. Marija presses back against him. His left hand leaves her breast and travels down between her legs and she groans. She's on fire for him, as if she's been drugged. She raises her knees and lets them fall open. Behind her, Ari laughs softly. "What is it?" she demands. "What's so funny?" "Nothing. Nothing at all. This place is very magical, isn't it? It invokes feelings of majesty and awe, but finally they all come down to sex, don't they? When words fail us, we always have that." He uses both hands to open her jeans and his warm hand dips inside. Marija has to stifle a cry as he finds her and begins to play with her. "Ari! Should you?" Again he laughs. "I doubt there's another place on earth as private as this." The boat hardly moves. When Marija opens her eyes she can see the stone columns stained yellow by the kerosene light, soaring into the darkness. She's in a place of deep beauty and secrecy, and even Ari's hand moving between her legs seems to have some extra meaning, summoning up something dark and primal from her depths. The boat hardly moves. Ari is kissing her now, kissing the side of her neck and her face as his hand rubs and massages her breasts and catches her nipples between his fingers. His hand between her legs is busy and coated with her wetness, and Marija's belly and hips are grinding about as if trying to dispel a sudden empty ache she feels. His breath is like fire on her ear. "I want you to do something for me," he whispers. "I want you to take my cock in your mouth. I want you to suck it, Marija. I need you to do it." His words thrill and alarm her. Since she's been with him she's done nothing really, only let him do things to her, and this is a rather bold first step. Still, there is something about this place that makes her not only willing, but eager—the closeness, the warmth of him, the darkness and isolation. "Yes," she says. "Let me." He arranges her on her knees between his legs as the boat rocks softly. The sound of his zipper is unusually loud, and there is the dull clunk of his belt buckle hitting the seat as he pushed his trousers down. Marija is on her knees, hungry to taste him. The shame and self-consciousness she feared is totally absent, as if the caverns had made her a different person. His prick is soon revealed in the lamplight, and she loses no time in taking it in her hand and running her tongue up and down its length, loving his heat and responsiveness. She opens her mouth and takes him inside. His gasp of pleasure echoes softly and Marija is in sensual heaven. His thickness on her tongue, the wild male taste of him. She sucks hungrily, filling her mouth with his virility as he combs his fingers through her hair and stares down at her. His voice is as soft and insistent as the water that drips in the cavern. "Yes, Marija. Suck me. Suck my cock", and she feels a part of it too, a part of the deep, dark places, a hole in the earth meant to be filled, containing secrets and darkness.. He's so virile, his cock so full of light and life. It's like a torch upon her tongue. Marija doesn't move. She just leaves his prick sitting in her mouth, the tip edging towards her throat. Her nostrils flare. In the darkness, it's like there's nothing but this: her mouth and his prick. There's all the time in the world. "Male and female made he them," Ari says softly, and Marija knows instinctively what he means. The creation, born from the earth, born in duality. She feels the hunger for sex as a glow deep within her, deeper than she'd ever imagined, down below the worries and doubts and beyond even the thoughts of love and affection. It's as though they're the only people in the world, male and female, and Marija feels a thrill at this recognition of her own sexual identity—she's the same as Ariel, and yet profoundly different, and in that difference lay everything that mattered. She begins to move her head, feeling his knobby stalk bumping between her lips, and is gratified to feel his fingers tighten in her hair. "Easy," he says. "Feel me, Marija. This isn't just for me." She's done this before of course, but never paid much attention to her own sensations. It was always for Andre, always a matter of finding out what he liked and doing it, but Ariel now is intentionally trying not to respond, to give her no cues, and except for an occasional low moan of appreciation, it's up to her to find her own motivation and derive her own pleasure. She's aware of the bumps and veiny ridges on the shaft of his cock, the way the wide, rounded glans presses against her throat, and the thrilling hardness, the feel of something potent and aggressive pushing at her just above the point where she can swallow him. On a sudden urge, she pushes her face forward and feels her throat close in stubborn resistance. She insists, pushing harder, feeling him touch the part of her that makes her want to gag, and she has to back off. She pulls her head off him, gasping for breath, feeling his cock emerging from her mouth railing long strings of mucus from the back of her throat, and her sense of shame at her own lasciviousness brings her to a new state of arousal. The boat rocks gently upon the dark water as she repositions herself then slides her head forward to take his cock again, the head slithering over her tongue and down her throat. She's determined this time. Something fierce and female possesses her, and she's determined to do this. There's no time for shyness or circumspection; no time to think and worry. Some hunger compels her to take him inside as deep as she possibly can. She wants to swallow him like he's never been swallowed The blood pounds in her ears as Marija fights down her gag reflex. The head of his cock is right at the top of her throat and she feels her soft palate close on it in a series of muscular spasms, but still she doesn't stop. She pushes her face farther forward until the head of his prick is in her gullet and his pubic hair is between her teeth. Tears stream from her eyes as she fights the urge to reject him. She wants him there, deep within, all the way down to her stomach—even farther. Ari's groan of harsh pleasure and astonishment echoes off the invisible walls and Marija has a vision of the fish swimming in the darkness below, blind things in the caves, seeking the dark water. She becomes aware of Ariel yelling, pushing at her head, trying to get her off his cock. She coughs as his withdrawing prick sets off her reflex again and chases after him, suddenly missing that throbbing thickness in her throat, but he seems desperate, pushing her away and crying out, "No! Marija, no!" He pulls his cock from her lips and she sees it almost glowing in the lamp lit darkness. She licks her lips, feels the emptiness in her mouth and the hollowness in her body. She looks up to see Ari breathing hard, looking down at her with a look of astonishment on his face, and Marija gets up on her knees, digs her nails into the bunched muscles of his thighs, and impales herself again on his hard shaft. It's like diving into deep water. Again the gag reflex, again the frantic spasming of the ring of muscle in her throat, and again a savage hunger she can't explain forces her head down on him, taking him deep, so deep he's almost a part of her body. The broad, thick head of his cock opens her secret and intimate flesh and holds it open. She feels the tickle of his lubricant burning into her throat, and here she waits She waits with the patience of the blind fish in the deep pools, with the patience of the dark cave and the dripping water. She waits as her throat closes on him again and again in a series of peristaltic contractions, milking him, massaging his glans, her very body trying to pull him deeper. She waits with the patience of the female serving her man, and Ari groans and throws his head back. There's no chance of his controlling himself this time. She can tell from his helpless growls and breathless gasps, the spastic shudders of his tightly clenched abdominals. There's no strength in his hand as he touches her, just the feeble palsy of a man at his limit, in the extreme of sensation. Marija holds herself there while her ears roar and her throat milks him in a reflex action she can't even control, her lower lip against his balls, her nose in his pubic hair. She holds herself there even as she feels his tool jerk in her mouth and he cries out, his head falling back in helpless abandon as his hips thrust against her. He tries to warn her but he's not in control of himself, and Marija knows instinctively just what she's doing. She holds him in her throat and feels him erupt. Hot, thick gouts of semen hit her in a place where she has few nerves, and yet she can feel the powerful contractions of his cock and the jets of come splattering against the back of her gullet. She can taste it as the aroma wafts up from the sticky pools of his passionate discharge. He's ejaculating straight into her throat, pouring his seed directly into her body, and she's totally open to him and entirely accepting. She waits till the first two blasts are finished before she pulls her head off his throbbing spear, the thick glans giving her a weird thrill as it passes the portal of her esophagus. The come hangs in thick strands from her lips as she holds his slime-covered prick poised at her mouth. The next jet misses and the silvery semen arcs up and falls into the black water. She can't resist it now and she smothers the head of his cock with her lips, her hand pumping the silky-hard shaft like a demonic machine, demanding his come. She receives the next bolt on the roof of her mouth, and then the rest of his load spills onto her tongue as she swallows greedily. Ari's head rolls back, his fingers tangled in her hair as he gasps out the last of his savage pleasure. She drinks him up, with a desperation for his masculine essence that goes beyond the mere sexual. In her young life she has denied herself this, has treated the male discharge as something dirty and shameful, but here in the place, surrounded by this feminine darkness, she feeds feverishly at his spurting cock, famished for the taste of his sex. "Aghhh! Christ!" Ariel finally has to lever her off his cock forcefully, pushing her until she falls back in the bottom of the boat, her pants still open, her face smeared with semen and saliva, a glazed look of desire on her face. His come was like a drug to her, and she's completely intoxicated, but at the same time his sudden shove brought her back to herself and she looks around in confusion. "Oh God!" he moans, "I've never felt anything like that! I was in your fucking belly, Marija! What happened to you? Where did you learn that?" She wipes her lip and looks at her fingers, looking for any stray drops that might have gotten away. She shudders at her own unexpected depravity. She doesn't know where she learned it or even how she knew she could do it, but inside her is a wild and willful pride, the pride of a woman in her own sexuality. After last night's passive performance, she's paid him back in kind and shown him that she's not as helpless and unskilled as he might have thought. And more importantly, she's taught herself the same thing. She sits back in the boat and feels the cavern around her like a cloak, tastes his semen in her mouth and still feels him reaching into the darkest part of her body. The cavern is, she realizes, a very female place, and she feels a kinship now with the mysterious darkness. She knows what lives in the depths.
Don't Judge Me Ch. 02	51,754	4.8	1,874,476	[ "tied", "gagged", "fbi", "handcuffed", "displayed", "naked", "swimming", "thong", "friend", "panty" ]	Disclaimer: Like all lit stories this one would fit in multiple categories. This story has light playing between friends, exhibitionism, and lots of light bondage. If those aren't your thing, stop now and find another story. \\\\\* The next few days passed just like before, he took me to nice restaurants and I had a nice time. The sex was raw, passionate and intense. Despite our differences, we each filled a role in each other's lives. At the end like last time he left early after leaving a fat envelope with five thousand dollars by me on the bed. Less upset this time I took him up on his offers, I worked out, had a nice meal and massage then got dressed and left. \\\\\* "Can you help me out?" I asked. Officer Tommy Scott looked up at me from his computer with bright shining eyes. A fellow officer for the last three years he was the resident computer genius. We'd gone drinking as friends a few times and I knew he'd developed a small crush on me. I always gave him a kiss under the mistletoe at the company Christmas party but I'd also gently but firmly let him know that we'd only be friends so he kept his advances to light flirting. I liked him and he was genuinely funny and warm but he lacked the force of personality I craved in a man. "Sure, what you need chica?" "Trying to find some info on a person but I really don't know much about him. Also, I'd like it kept unofficial, I don't want it traced that I looked him up." He raised an eyebrow at me. I gave him my best neutral stare. "I could get into a little trouble for this," he said nervously. Thinking quick and deciding that the best way to deal with this and ensure his loyalty was to throw him a bone, "And I could get in trouble by letting you come into the girl's locker room to watch me change out of my uniform but I guess it's a chance we'll both have to take." His eyes practically bulged out of his head as my words sunk in, he looked around the nearly deserted room to the multiple officer desks scattered to make sure nobody was near us. Fortunately, his desk was in front of a wall so nobody could sit behind him. "But I'm on a short time span because I'm taking off early so the locker room will be empty, but in another hour or two, too many people will be here." He nodded and cracked his knuckles, "Give me what info you have." I quickly gave a name and distinguishing characteristics as his hands flew across the keyboard. "That's all you got? A first name." "I don't even know if it's a first or last." He gave a hmmmm noise as he kept working the computer, after a few minutes he looked up. "Based on everything you've told me is this him?" I looked at the screen, a military photo and a civilian mugshot were side-by-side. "That's it, that's him." "Well it looks like his name is Kevin Chase, former military special forces now turned mob hitman. This says he seems to be trading up." "How so?" "They're not sure, he seems to be acting as a liaison for the Bonano crime family. Nobody knows for what," he kept reading and gave a soft whistle. "This guy is a badass." His face took on a dark expression and he looked up at me, "What's this for? Have you met him or something?" "No, nothing like that, just a cold case I'm working on," I quickly lied. He nodded, seeming to take the explanation at face value, as he began to read, "Well, if this guy's involved be careful. File here says he's an expert marksman, a hand-to-hand combat instructor, and was awarded a bunch of medals while serving. When he got out, he somehow hooked up with various criminal drug organizations and became a freelance hitter. He's the prime suspect in more than a dozen murders and a person of interest in at least a dozen disappearances... wow, that's a little... uhm..." "What?" "Where the person has simply never been seen again." "Scary," we both said at the same time. "Riiiiiight, he's smart too, got his Bachelor's at Syracuse in Business and a Law degree. Huh, go figure, he can be his own lawyer." "Probably how he's able to stay out of jail." "Probably." "Notes on him say he's cold and methodical, extremely dangerous, and this guy is of interest in a cold case you're working?" I nodded. "Sounds like if you run into him you need to bring SWAT, do not mess with him." "For sure." Swallowing he looked around, "So did you need anything else or does that cover us?" I smiled and told him, "No, nothing else, but I did want to show you a new gun I bought." He couldn't hide his disappointed look, "Oh, uh sure, that sounds cool." "It's in my locker." "Oh... uhm..." "In my locker," I emphasized. "Ohhhhhhh." I giggled as he finally grasped my meaning, he stood and we walked back toward the locker rooms. "Do you really have a new gun?" he whispered. "I actually do. I brought it today because I wanted to test it on the range, that's why I'm leaving early." "What kind?" "Heckler & Koch HK45." "Ouch, that must've cost a little bit." "It did, but I recently got a few extra bucks so I decided to splurge. I've always wanted one." When we got to the women's locker room I knocked loudly and opened the door, "Anybody here? Male on deck." The room was silent so I motioned Tommy forward and went to my locker. Opening it I pulled out the gun case and handed it to him. "Just in case somebody does walk in," I said. He opened it and gave a small whistle of approval. While he admired it, I focused on myself as I unbuttoned my shirt and took off my work belt. When I stowed my gear, I could feel his eyes on me. I methodically took of my shirt, vest, shoes, and slacks. I turned to him and put a hand on my hip standing in just a black performance sport bra and thong panties. I had a dozen pairs of each of them since that's all I usually chose to wear when I worked. Call me crazy, but if I ever needed medical attention and they had to cut my clothes off I wanted to be in sexy yet practical underwear. His mouth dropped open as he looked me up and down, I let him gaze at me a minute then turned around to show him my backside. I watched his expression over my shoulder at the sight of my thonged ass as his eyes almost popped out of his head. He barely breathed with his eyes glued to my ass. I gave it a little wiggle then got dressed, putting on jeans, a dark blue form fitting blouse and sneakers. "Thank you," he said as he handed me back my gun case. "We're good?" He nodded, "We're good, but do be careful if you happen to cross that guy. I'd hate to have my work crush disappear." \\\\\* It'd been three weeks since our last visit and even though he'd waited more than a month to call me last time I was getting anxious. Was I ever going to see him again? Did I want too? I hated the answer to that question, because if I was honest with myself it was a definite yes. I worked, studied, worked out, and found comfort in my routine. One night after my workout and following shower, I walked into my bedroom wearing white bikini panties with little red hearts all over them dancing to Aerosmith's "Dream On." The music was blaring, I was shaking my butt and my head was down as I was drying my hair. "Hello beautiful." "Jesus fucking Christ," I yelped jumping straight up and looking around wildly. Chase was sitting on my bed dressed in white cotton pants and black t-shirt. My heart soared when I first saw him, immediately followed by a surge of annoyance at his breaking into my house. What the hell was he doing here? How did he even know where I lived? I'd dropped my towel so I reflexively started to cover my tits until I realized that was dumb so I brought my hands back down but that felt awkward. I took one hand in the other and realized I was acting like a little kid. Frustrated, I picked up my towel and wrapped it around me. He kept that same infuriating smirk on his face the whole time and I felt my anger rising. "What the hell are you doing here? How do you even know where I live?" I snapped. "I knew where you lived an hour after we met, remember, I saw your driver's license." I'd completely forgotten that. The first time we were together I'd been worried about him finding out my address and he'd had it the whole time. I felt dumb for not remembering and that made me feel awkward again and my awkwardness only made me angrier. "What the hell do you want?" "For starters I'd like you to take that towel back off." I scowled at him, "Not happening." He kept looking at me. "Besides, it's not like you haven't seen them before." "True, but that just makes me want to see them all the more. You're extraordinary and I love looking at you." I blushed at his compliment but didn't move. He kept looking at me without saying a word. After a minute of silence, I began to fidget. "What else do you want?" He didn't answer but continued to stare as Aerosmith played in the background. I'd kept a window cracked and his silence made the street noise stand out in comparison. I looked away but undid my towel and let it drop. I couldn't face him as my body flushed with embarrassment. "Stunning." I looked into his eyes and saw he was serious. I felt my anger slipping away. His eyes scanned my body up and down, strangely the discomfort I'd felt a minute ago disappeared under his gaze. It was obvious he enjoyed looking at me and if I was forced to admit, I enjoyed being looked at. "As it happens, I'm here to offer you one last opportunity to spend time together." My stomach flipped. My mind somehow focused equally on the more time together aspect and last opportunity. I felt elated and sad at the same time. I'm not sure what I wanted to happen but somehow not seeing him again made me feel ill but having one more chance to be with him made me ecstatic. "The same deal as last time? I'm starting to lose a lot of vacation days on this you know." "I'd hardly call six a lot." "Nine if you count this next time, and that's a lot to me." "Well then it's good that this time I was going to give you ten thousand," he said. My eyes went wide as he stood, pulled out a thick envelope and tossed it on my dresser. Biting my lip, I eyed the money, "What makes you think I'll do it?" He looked at me for almost a minute before he shrugged and moved to stand in front of me. "Do it or not, either way, keep the money." I straightened up as I looked into his eyes while he inched closer. I could smell the clean scent of him as my heart pounded in my chest. He reached forward and hooked his fingers into my panties. I stayed still as he inched my underwear down over my hips and slowly down my legs moving to one knee as he did so. He let gravity take over at my knees and they fell to the light grey carpet at my feet. He stood and moved around me forcing me to turn in place to keep him in front of me. Reaching out two fingers into my shoulder he gently moved me. I took awkward steps back as he took me to my bed, once at the edge he pushed just a little harder and I let myself fall onto the bed. I shifted to the center with my body facing him while keeping my eyes focused on his. "Spread your legs." Our eyes locked and at first, I didn't move. He narrowed his eyes and cocked his head at my defiance. "Now." Glaring at him, I spread my legs wide. He took off his shirt and knelt by the bed. I watched as he leaned forward and began to lick my pussy. The feel of his tongue was electrifying. I loved getting oral from him. He was very good at it, his hands kept my legs spread as his tongue explored me in alternating soft and hard erotic ways. Despite myself I was so turned on I quickly came and was gripping the sheets as my body shook. Afterward he stood and took of his clothes. Silently he moved on top of me as I wrapped my legs around him. Neither of us spoke as we came together, he wrapped his arms around me in a tight embrace as I clung to his back. I closed my eyes and relaxed in the rhythm of our bodies. My senses focused on the back and forth movement, the rock music mixing with outside sounds, the musky smell of his body combined with the raw sexual scent, and the warmth of his skin and feel of his corded muscle. I felt my second orgasm building as I bit into his shoulder. When it hit it was mild compared to others he'd given me but still satisfying. Afterward, I lay relaxed on the bed while he stood up and got dressed. "What time do you want me there?" "Noon, don't be late. Wear a long coat and only thigh high stockings and heels underneath." "You mean into the hotel like that?" He looked at me intensely, "Yes." I nodded once. I'd never been that brave before but since this was most likely our last time together, I didn't mind being more daring. He glanced at my nightstand and I followed his gaze. I flushed red as I saw he was smiling and looking at the pair of handcuffs, ballgag, and vibrator gifts he'd given me. "Put those to good use?" Sheepishly I smiled, "Some, kind of hard to use handcuffs and a ballgag on your own." "But the vibrator?" I looked down, "Almost every night." "Hey." I looked up into his eyes, "I like that." Continuing, "But let's see what we can do about the rest." He grabbed both pairs of handcuffs and bent over and cuffed my arms to either side of the bed. I grinned, "You ready to do this again?" He just smirked at me and grabbed my panties and put them on my ankles. Confused I watched as he slid them up my legs and adjusted them to fitting position. I laughed, "Kind of going the wrong way with those aren't you?" He stayed quiet as he walked to my dresser and opened the drawers one by one, He found a pair of black stockings after the third one and pulled them out before coming back to the bed. He quickly tied my ankles to either side leaving me tied spread-eagle to the bed. I grinned and wiggled my body to tease him. I tested my restraints in a playful way wanting him to get worked up as I moaned and struggled helplessly. I was getting turned on as he watched me silently. When I stopped, he reached over and grabbed my ballgag. I eagerly opened my mouth and let him secure it. I let out a few moans and whimpers because I could tell he liked it when I tried to speak but couldn't. I gave him my best pouty face and relaxed when he reached out and began tracing lines across my body with his fingers. "Just so you understand, we're done for tonight." My forehead crinkled in a frown, I was confused as his fingers played with my hardened nipples. "I told you we'd see about getting use out of the handcuffs. I know you know I like the bondage thing but in case you missed it I like the exhibition thing almost as much." I did note that, truthfully, I was kind of digging on both myself. "I'm about to leave and I'll put the phone in your hand and you'll just have to get a friend to come untie you." WHAT THE FUCK?! Oh hell no. I struggled for real as he kept teasing my nipples. I was still excited but there was a real edge of fear in me. I didn't have a lot of girlfriends and I wasn't sure any could come help me. I looked at each restraint and realized that I really was helpless, there was no way I could get free on my own. Breathing hard through my nose I glared at him as he stood up to leave. I flipped him off as he grabbed my iPhone and put it in my hand. Without another word he turned and walked away, seconds later I heard my front door close. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I lay there for a few minutes waiting for him to return. My phone buzzed a text and I looked, he'd sent me a pic of him in the car at a stoplight, he really had left me! Son of a bitch! I started scrolling through my contacts, my bestie lived three hours away. Next girlfriend was a bit of a prude and while I loved her, I really didn't want to explain this to her silent judgement. Next one was out of town, next too far away. I mentally checked every female friend I had and couldn't find a single one that could come help me. I lay there for a few minutes trying to figure what to do. I had a few gym friends but I wasn't close with any of them. I definitely wasn't calling a fellow officer or my family. My mother was five minutes away but I'd die here before that happened. Suddenly I remembered Tommy Scott, I shook my head and groaned. He lived only 10 minutes away, he would be one I could get to help me. I reviewed my lack of options for another 10 minutes before steeling myself. I needed to do this quick in case he wasn't available and I was forced to try and text somebody else. I tried to sound playful as I texted. I really wasn't even sure how this conversation would go, "Want to come untie my naked ass?" was probably not a good way to start. Me: Hey you, what you doing? Barely a minute later. Tommy: Just getting some food, kind of near you. Great little steak sandwich place. Of course he'd be near, it was like god conspired with Chase. Might as well make this a twofer. Me: I'm super hungry, they got good food? Tommy: Best steak sandwiches in the city. Me: Want to bring me one? Tommy: Fries and a coke? Me: Yes please. Tommy: I'll be at your place in 15 minutes. Me: Let me know when you get here. Thankfully he'd been to my place before to pick me up when we hung out and once or twice, I'd used him for a ride and stuff. The next fifteen minutes I idly tried to find a less embarrassing friend to come untie me. I was sure I could make up some excuse to Tommy if I had to. I texted a few girlfriends and got one response but she was out of town like I expected. Tommy: I'm here. I took a deep breath. Me: K, need you to come in and go to my back bedroom but don't freak out. Tommy:??? Me: Just do it. I heard the door open and a few seconds later footsteps led to my room. Tommy walked in holding a brown bag in one hand and a coke in the other. He was wearing blue jeans and 'Star Wars' shirt with Darth Vader on the front. His mouth dropped as he stared at me in total shock. I didn't move or make any noise while he digested the scene, after a minute he moved closer to me. "Uhmmm, is this... or, uhm... Not sure what to do here?" I made a noise through the gag and shook my head. "Oh yeah," he said, looking around he set the food down then came and undid the ballgag from my mouth. "Look, it's a long story," I blurted. "Just untie me and I'll explain afterward." He nodded and looked at my body again, he shifted lower and began untying my ankles while never taking his eyes of my tits. I couldn't decide if I was mortified or secretly thrilled. I was definitely mad but I was also unmistakably aroused. I didn't want to have sex with Tommy or anything but I was enjoying letting him look. He untied my ankles and I was able to close my legs, he stood up and looked around and saw the handcuff key on the nightstand. He grabbed it and reached over me to undo the cuff farthest from him. I was a little confused by his decision until I felt his hand softly cup my breast as he leaned over me, it was subtly nonchalant as he used my body for balance in order to reach my away hand. I almost said something but despite myself I was impressed with his audacity. I let him continue just to see how far he'd go, I knew I could stop him if needed. He undid the cuff and shifted up, his thumb casually grazed my hardened nipple and I felt a squeeze that was so slight I wondered if I'd imagined it as he stood up. I tried to look him in the eyes but he avoided my gaze as he began to undo my other hand, there was no way touch me this time without being crudely obvious. He worked quick and I was free, I sat up and rubbed my wrists waiting for him to look at me but he kept his gaze down as he put the key back. "Thank you," I said, trying to get him to look at me. "Uh huh," he mumbled, as he kept looking away and grabbed our food. "I'll be out in the living room." He practically ran out of the room as I stood up. I was positive he was waiting for me to say something about the boob feel. I decided to give him a pass, he earned it. I picked up my towel from earlier and tossed it on the bed. Grabbing a black Metallica t-shirt from my closet, I put it on and walked out. It barely met my panties for coverage but I figured what the hell, he'd earned it. I went to my living room and found him sitting on my couch putting the food on some paper plates. Quietly I grabbed my portion, sat on the carpet Indian style across from him and took a bite. We ate for a minute as I thought of how I was going to explain this. "This really is a great steak sandwich." He nodded. "Ok sweetie, I need to let you know something. This wasn't a thing for you okay, you do understand that?" He nodded. "I've been seeing this guy and we've been messing around. He kind of likes the bondage thing so he left me like that and was going to get dinner. He left my phone just in case something happened, but his job has him on call and he got summoned in to an emergency." I hated lying but it was better than the truth. A crazy criminal uses me as a prostitute whenever he feels like it. Tommy nodded again and took a sip of coke. "I figured it wasn't for me but I hoped." I gave him a gentle smile, "I'm sorry sweetie, but if it's a consolation you were the only male friend I considered." He thought about that for a few seconds, "Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing." We both laughed. "I guess that means I'm a permanent friend zone resident huh?" I nodded, "I'm sorry, you know I love you to death but I just don't feel that way toward you." He nibbled a French fry, "It's ok, I hoped for more but I guess I can live with being your bff." I giggled. He gave me a cheesy leer, "Feel free to call me to come untie you anytime you want." I narrowed my eyes at him, "On one condition, I'll forget everything that happened tonight as long as you make sure to do the same. I better not hear about this from anybody." He looked sheepish because I'd emphasized 'everything' and he knew I was referring to his quick feel, but he gave me a small smile and nodded. "Then it's a deal." We spent the next hour talking and eating, I kept catching his quick glances at my panties so I teased him as I shifted around. I stood and went to the kitchen with our trash making sure he got a view of my butt as he talked to me about work stuff, a backward glance and sure enough I caught him staring. After a while he looked at me seriously, "Did you like what he did to you?" "What do you mean?" "I'd think most girls would be furious to have a guy friend find them like that." "Well I wasn't happy when it happened but it doesn't bother me too much. It might if it'd gone bad but it turned out ok." "Meaning that I'm no threat?" I saw the hurt in his eyes, "Meaning that I trust you, it's not that you're not a threat, it's that you're not dangerous." "That makes sense." "If I didn't trust someone and had to use whoever to untie me, I'd be livid. You're right, I'm not bothered, in fact the whole thing turns me on. I like showing off in body but only in particular circumstances. I wouldn't want everybody seeing me." "I can understand that." I laughed, "Besides, you've already proved you're a little dangerous." He knew what I was referring to and ducked his head with an embarrassed smile, "Sorry." "Don't be, if you'd crossed the line, I'd have let you know. That was the perfect level of naughty without me losing trust in you. A girl likes a little bit of danger, even from the safe guys." "Really?" I nodded. "So, if this happened again...," he trailed off questioningly. I raised my voice just a touch, enough to let him know that there were lines he better not cross, "A little naughty is cool, a lot gets you banned from my presence." He swallowed, I was sure he got the point. We sat in silence for a while just listening to music. After he left, I went to bed, I woke up early and called into work and arranged the next few days, then I packed my bags and got ready. I dressed like he told me and called a cab. My heart was pounding as the cabby took my bag and opened the door for me. I was sure he knew what I was wearing but he never said a word. Even though the top of my coat was buttoned I kept one hand tight against the front making sure it didn't open. I got to the hotel and walked inside. It was exhilarating knowing I wearing only the coat and black thigh high stockings with sandals. My nipples brushed against the soft fabric on the inside of my coat, hard and taut each movement sent jolts of arousal through my body, my bare pussy was wet from anticipation. I walked to the front when Daniel the concierge saw me and walked over to me. "Hello Miss Cruz," he said taking my hand. "Is this your only bag?" I nodded. "I'll see it brought up." He handed me a key card. "Just swipe this and it will call his elevator." I remembered Nicky doing this. I just hadn't realized it was a private elevator. I nodded and took the key, Daniel's eyes flicked down and a bare hint of a smile crossed his face. I blushed as I suspected he knew what I was wearing. I walked to the elevator and suddenly Tommy was standing next to me. I looked at him in shock as the elevator opened and I stepped inside, he followed and the doors closed. "What are you doing here?" I whispered fiercely. "I was concerned about you when you didn't show up at work today so I came by at lunch. When I got to your place, I saw you leaving. The wind caught the side of your coat and I saw what you were wearing underneath. I figured you were doing something crazy again and wanted to be close by in case you needed help so I followed you." "You need to leave now." Eyes bright with a goofy grin he asked, "You're meeting your friend, right? Is he rich? This place is crazy expensive." My phone beeped in my pocket and I grabbed it to see a text from Chase. "Yes, I am," I said. "And yes he is, I think anyway." Tommy nodded as I read the text. Chase: Who's the friend? I looked around and saw the camera in the corner, it figures he'd be able to see anybody that called his elevator. Me: Nobody. Chase: You do know this has a microphone and I can hear and see everything. I swore under my breath. Me: No, I didn't but he's just a friend. In fact, he's the friend I had to call when some asshole left me handcuffed to my bed in my panties. Chase: Lol Chase: That's interesting. Me: Give me a second to get him on his way and then bring me up. Chase: Are you dressed like I asked? I struggled with myself for a second. I could practically hear the smugness in his voice and knowing I'd done as he said was showing him that he controlled me more than I liked, but it was useless to deny it since he'd find out in a minute anyway. I gritted my teeth as I texted. Me: Yes I glared at the camera and flipped it off. By now the door had closed but the elevator hadn't moved. I looked back at Tommy. "Hey, I'm safe this time. I'm meeting him in his room, so you can go and not worry about me." My phone buzzed. Chase: Give him your coat. I stared dumbfounded at the screen, I knew he meant what he said. I looked at the ceiling while shaking my head. A sigh escaped my lips and I turned to Tommy. He was watching me with a big grin as if he understood what was about to happen. "You're about to be bad again, aren't you?" Rolling my eyes, I unbuttoned my coat, his eyes went wide but he stayed silent as he watched me. I slipped the coat off my shoulders and handed it to him standing in the elevator wearing only stocking and sandals. His eyes immediately went to my shaved pussy, he'd gotten an eyeful last night but this was his first view of me without any obstructing clothing. The elevator started moving and I glared at the wall camera. My phone buzzed. Chase: Tell him he can take your coat and give it to you at work once you reach the top. "Apparently you're to ride up with me but will take my coat home and give it to me at work," I said. "I'm starting to like this guy," Tommy said grinning. "Of course you would," I said drily. "Well, get it all out of your system." I stood with my hands on my hips with one leg bent and a bored expression. He unashamedly kept looking at my body never even bothering to look at my face. I watched his eyes flick toward the mirror behind me and my ass so I turned around and made sure he had a solid look at that too. After a minute the elevator reached the top and with a ding the door opened, I turned around and stepped out. Tommy didn't follow but just grinned at me. "Tell your friend I like his style." Laughing, I shook my head as the elevator closed. The next few days Chase continued to show me off, tie me up, and have passionate, wild, sometimes angry sex with me. Unlike last time when I woke up the last day he was already gone. My heart was heavy with the knowledge that I'd be unlikely to ever see him again. \\\\\* Part of me hoped that Chase was lying when he said that it would be the last time he called me, but it'd been three months since I heard from him and I'd accepted that it was over. I put his money to good use and paid off my school debt allowing me more time to study. This turned out really good because I got a call one day telling me I'd been bumped up six months to the next test and I only had two weeks before the exam. I took vacation the week prior and studied my ass off. When I took the detective examination I passed with flying colors, so I'd gotten orders to a new precinct to meet the chief of detectives. After driving to my new unit, I parked in the lot across the street. As I got out of my car, I saw a small group of officers standing around a car separated from the rest. Whoever owned it had parked towards the back of the lot where there were less cars. Curious I walked towards the group to see what had captured their interest and as I got closer, I lost my breath. Oh my God, whoever owned this car didn't deserve her, this was my dream car, it was a black and silver trim 1967 Ford Mustang Custom Fastback Shelby GT500. I walked around the car, she was perfect in every detail. Gleaming paint, bright chrome, and through the windows I could see a perfect gray leather interior. The other officers around all nodded their heads as we each appreciated the beauty of this classic car. All four of the officers were in uniform but they must have sensed I was a cop too, one looked up at me. "You a detective?" Flashing my badge with a grin, "Yes, my first day." "Congratulations," he said "Yeah, congratulations," the others chimed. "Thank you." "Do any of you own this car?" I asked "I wish," one of them said. "No," the first officer said. "We were just admiring it like yourself." I nodded, I was barely able to take my eyes away from such a beautiful car. As I walked behind it, I noticed the license plate, STAR. Oh my God, this car was made for me. We spent a few more minutes admiring the car and chatting before we all walked away. I made my way inside and found my new captain's door. I knocked and heard a rough voice yell "Come in." Captain Holmes was the stereotypical movie definition of grizzled detective, he wore a clean grey suit with crisp white shirt and ugly brown tie. He was black with close cut greying hair, medium height, and build. He had an unlit cigar in his mouth that he chewed on nonstop. Somehow, keeping it in his mouth even while talking. He had a clean-cut face like a Pitbull, full of lines and experience. I'd heard he was tough but very fair and had a reputation for going above and beyond for any of his subordinates. He motioned me to a chair in front of his desk. Once seated, he picked up a manila folder with paperwork inside of it, he read a few pages while I sat quietly. Finally, he looked up and congratulated me on my promotion and high scores. "You have very impressive scores and even more impressive letters of recommendation. These are some very important people, Special Agent from the FBI, the mayor, I'm impressed you know these people," he said. Keeping my face neutral, I nodded. I wasn't quite sure what letters of recommendation he was talking about. I suppose my former captain had gotten some friends to write me good letters. "It is a little unusual to give a junior officer such a critical position with so little detective experience but based on everything we've seen so far I think you'll do fine," he said. "What position is that?" I asked. "You'll be a liaison officer for the Federal Bureau of Investigations. Given that so many of our cases involve federal jurisdiction the FBI is giving us a senior agent to help work our cases that way there's better cooperation between our two offices, so the detective working with him will be working some very important cases. Like I said I should probably assign a much more senior detective but given your impressive resume I think you'll do fine and it will be an invaluable learning experience." "Do you know who I'll be working with?" I asked. "No, just that he's a heavy-hitter, he's taken down some pretty heavy bosses in the mafia recently." The way he was talking, I was getting excited about this position. I knew it was unusual for a junior detective to be given this opportunity. "In fact, I see him walking in now," he said. He stood up, so I did too. I heard his office door open behind me and I turned around and came face-to-face with Chase. My jaw dropped and I stood transfixed as he walked into the room wearing a black three-piece suit, dark blue silk shirt, crisp military haircut, and that same insufferable smirk he always wore. "Detective Cruz, congratulations, read your profile and saw your scores, very impressive," he said. "I'm Special Agent Mark Steel." Thankfully, having turned around my back was to the captain so he couldn't see my astonished expression. Mark walked straight up to me and shook my hand. Dumbfounded I was on autopilot and just went through the motions, he applied a slight squeeze to my hand shaking me from my stupidity. I realized I needed to get on the ball if I was going to deflect suspicion about knowing him from the Chief of Detectives. I barely heard anything else as we all sat down and Mark talked to the Captain. After a few minutes Mark looked over at me and told the captain. "I was thinking about taking her to FBI offices downtown. I figure since we're going to be working together Detective Cruz should see and get familiar with our facility. Plus, there is some paperwork I'll get done for her so that she'll have access to our building permanently." Holmes nodded, "Do what you need to today, we'll get you guys working together tomorrow. In a daze I followed Mark out of the building, walking across the street into the parking lot. As he made his way toward the back, I had a sick second of premonition and sure enough he walked straight to my dream car and unlocked the doors. "Hop in," he said. "You've got to be kidding me," I yelled. "This is your fucking car?" He just looked at me. "Of course it is," I said, shaking my head. "And what the hell, your FBI?" Mark looked around then back at me, "Get in the car," he said, through clenched teeth. "You really don't want to do this here." I tried to match his stare but even though now I knew he wasn't a criminal I still saw the same iron will that had captivated me and brought me to my knees, I looked away first and nodded then got into his car. I opened the door and was assaulted by the clean car and perfect leather scent, as soon as we got in, he turned to me. "First things first," he said, pulling out his gun he placed it into his lap, "Your gun please." "What?" I cried outraged. "I'm not going to ask you again, your gun please or I'll arrest you on the spot." Furious I looked into his eyes and saw the resolve there. This wasn't a joke or anything, he was serious. I reluctantly handed him my gun. "Good," he said, producing a pair of handcuffs, "Hands behind the seat please." I glared at him, he was impassive as he held up the cuffs. "This can happen the hard way or the easy way, but it will happen, your choice." Frustrated but resigned, I put my hands behind me in back of the seat, he leaned over and cuffed me. I tested the cuffs, he hadn't left me any freedom, once again I was helpless in front of him. He reached across me and grabbed the seat belt and strapped me in. "Wha..." He held up a hand to silence me as he put the car in gear and drove out of the parking lot. We went for a few blocks quietly. "You really need to explain some things to me," I grumbled. He shook his head and rolled his eyes, "You really don't know when to shut up do you?" "Fuck you," I said frustratingly rattling my hands in the cuffs. Shaking his head, he stayed quiet. At the next light he reached into a pocket and brought out my ballgag. I was shocked, my eyes went wide but I was motionless as he slipped it in my mouth and fastened it tight. I'd secretly hoped to see him again but this was a disaster, never in my wildest dreams had I imagined this. I don't know what he was planning but it couldn't be good, was he going to blackmail me for sex, was he going to turn me in, was I getting arrested? The ballgag actually eased my mind a little since he'd have a hard time explaining that if he did arrest me. Still I couldn't believe this was happening, life had been looking up and now it looked like once again I was going to be used. Inwardly I was scared as Mark drove a few more blocks and turned into a parking garage. He found a dark semi-deserted level and parked in the corner before shutting off his car. The silence was deafening as he took a moment to look at me. After a minute he moved toward me, "Not that I don't trust you but we need to make sure you're clean." Cuffed with my hands behind his car seat I was helpless as he frisked me, he cupped my breasts, slid his hands around my waist and then squeezed my thighs and legs. I shifted against him and my blouse opened a little, it caught his eye and as he looked down my shirt he froze. "What the..." Confused for a moment. I suddenly realized what he saw but was powerless to do anything about it, his eyes narrowed and he looked up at me. Unable to match his stare I embarrassedly turned away. "Oh hell no," he breathed. He unbuttoned my blouse exposing my chest. I struggled but it was worthless, he shifted my jacket off my shoulders and moved my blouse wide. I was breathing heavily through my nose and could only watch as he stared at my tits encased in the expensive bra he'd bought me. He looked at my slacks, I knew what was coming next but couldn't stop it. His finger moved to my waist as he unbuttoned my pants, then pulled my slacks down to my thighs revealing the matching panty. I'd reflexively lifted my butt to allow him to take them down. He paused and my face turned bright red as our eyes locked after my mistake and we both knew what I'd done. He finished taking them down the rest of the way and let them pool around my ankles. His smirk returned and I lowered my eyes but stayed motionless as he admired my body. He traced a finger from my chest to my panty line then moved his finger inside the waistline and tugged it back a little. I'd gone from completely smooth to a small racing stripe and he looked up in my eyes as he noticed. A second later he let my panty snap back in place. "I like it, but I got to say, this hurts and disappoints me. I thought you were going to think of me when you wore this," he sighed. "Guess I'm not that special after all." "Now I'm going to ungag you but before you speak let me tell you the story and then you can ask me what you want," he said, undoing the gag and putting it to the side. Before he spoke, I quickly said, "For the record I was thinking of you." He looked dubious, "Really?" It's not like I owed him an explanation but I wanted him to know it was special, that I was thinking of him, "Yes, it was your money that allowed me to pay off my school which allowed me more study time. That was why I did so well on my test and that's why I was thinking of you when I put these on this morning." "Hmmm," he said nodding. "Go figure." "Anyway," he continued. "To start, obviously I was undercover, you were a wrench thrown into the situation. If you haven't heard we collared most of the Bonano family including Nicky and his boys." "Clearly you couldn't tell me because you didn't know what I would do," I said. "That's correct." "Why'd you call me back?" "Misdirection, Nicky was watching you to see what you'd do, I knew if I used you again, he'd think he had leverage or whatever and he'd scrutinize me less. Nicky always looks for an advantage, if he thought he could hold you over me he'd do it." "Great, so I was bait." "Yes, but it worked and I made sure you were safe, I've had you under some surveillance for a while." That made my eyes widen, there were definitely some things that would be embarrassing if found out about me. He noticed my expression and smiled, "If you're wondering, do I know about your little skinny dipping at midnight in your apartment complex pool or the fact that you like to dance around your apartment in your underwear, the answer is yes." "You're a bad girl," he said but his smile took the edge off. I shrugged, "Don't judge me," I said in the exact same way he told me months ago. He nodded, "And if you're also wondering, nobody knows about us." I swallowed, I'd been questioning exactly how much trouble I was in and his statement eased my mind a little. "Nicky had a heart attack in custody and the others turned evidence against their employers. Neither one even remembered to bring you up and it wouldn't matter if they did. I was under surveillance and I made sure any part that mentioned your name or who you are was lost." Tears formed in my eyes. "I wanted to make sure you had a clean start since the incident wasn't really your fault. I'm the only one who knows anything." "What are you going to do about it?" "Do?" "I'm handcuffed in my panties again, is this going to become a thing for your continued silence?" I said anger edging into my voice, sexy and everything he was but no woman likes being forced into a situation feelings or not. He shook his head and reached behind me to uncuff me, "No, I was only going to talk to you but when I saw the bra, I got a little mad, I'm sorry." "And the gag?" He chuckled, "You really do talk a lot when you're nervous, that was just to shut you up." I glared daggers at him, "Why did you even have it?" "I was going to give it back to you today, just kind of a teasing gift." "So there isn't going to be a price?" I asked disbelieving. "If you forget about the strip search right now, I promise I'll never bring up our past as a negative and I'll never ask you for anything with regards to that." Rubbing my wrists, I swallowed, "Really?" "Really really." I nodded my head and pulled my clothes back into place, "I want to believe you but it seems like every time I turn around, I'm getting used somehow. Brent used me, you used me." "True, I did, but believe me you should be happy I used you." I frowned, "Why?" "To be honest, you were a test for me, I found out later in an interview with his gorillas that if I'd refused to take you, neither one of us would have walked out of there." My face drained of blood and my heart sped as I realized how close I'd come to death, "I swear I'll kill Brent if I ever see him again," I muttered. Mark looked at me funny for a second before shaking his head, "Look Estrella, I've got bad news for you, Brent's dead. He tried to make some money and ran courier for Nicky, except he tried to skim a little and Nicky found out. After that Nicky made an example of him in ways you don't want to know about." We sat in silence as I digested what he said. Tears fell from my eyes as I thought about Brent. I was mad as hell at him for what he'd done and the danger he'd put me in but I really didn't wish him dead despite what I'd just said. Mark squeezed then held my hand while I let my emotions run free, he reached into his glovebox and grabbed a napkin for my tears. After a few minutes I gained composure and nodded thank you to him, he let my hand go and patted it. Continuing, "Look, I know it's a lot to take in but I really have looked out for you. I know you got into a bad situation and I made sure it didn't come back to haunt you. For the record, I'm the one who got you the letters of recommendation from the mayor and the rest, I also got you bumped to take the test six months early." "And of course, you don't want anything in return," I said sarcastically. "No, I don't." "No sex or anything?" "I know it's hard to believe but I meant what I said, you drop this and I'll forget about everything that's happened before this." "It's not like I could complain, what am I going to say? If I brought it up, they'd dig into why my brand-new partner felt justified in handcuffing me in my panties on the first day. I can't imagine that'd go good for me." "Clean slate," he said extending his hand. "Clean slate," I agreed taking it. After a second, he gave me a boyish grin, "So were you really thinking of me today?" "I thought you weren't going to bring it up?" "I said as a negative, teasing is not a negative, and admiring even less so, but don't worry, I won't do anything that will upset you. As of this moment if I do feel free to file a complaint." "We'll see," I said. He nodded and turned his car on and took us back out driving to his headquarters. Halfway there I said, "Yes I was thinking about you." He didn't turn to me or say anything but smiled the rest of the way. \\\\\* The next few months flew by, true to his word Mark never brought the incidents up again, he was professional and treated me as an equal in all ways. He never hit on me but every now and again I did catch him admiring me out of the corner of my eye. Occasionally I made sure to bend over for him when nobody was around and he was always facing my direction whenever I stood back up. We worked out together when we could and I wore light color skimpy spandex and made sure he the color of my thong panty showed through, usually by making sure I sweated a lot or because I bent over right in front of him. It was fun teasing him and watching him shift around to cover his arousal. We may not have ever hooked up again but more than one night I'd used my vibrator to climax with him as the star in my fantasy. The cases I worked with him were incredible and his intelligence was amazing. At first, I was intimidated by his skill and figured I'd soon be a glorified sidekick but he taught me everything he could and what to look for. He was patient and would let me do interrogations and interactions first almost every time, he never let his ego show or tried to make me feel inferior to him. For a while I thought he was just humoring me or setting me up for failure but soon I realized that he just wasn't as narcissistic as all the other people we ran into. He had a quiet strength, he knew what he was capable of and it didn't bother him when other people tried to shine. He was also utterly without fear, a fact that I learned firsthand the hard way. We were conducting an arrest on a known gang leader/ drug smuggler. Mark had found him at an abandoned warehouse and we'd called in backup but Viktor started to move out before help could arrive. Mark had moved forward with me behind him but Viktor was surrounded by armed criminals. Guns had been drawn but we were outnumbered at least three to one. "Viktor, my name is Special Agent Steel, I have a warrant for your arrest." "Yo dog, you must be crazy rolling up on me here like that." My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would burst. I couldn't hear anything over the white noise from my brain, it took everything I had just to keep my breathing normal. I was sure we were going to die. Mark pointed his weapon straight at Viktor while I kept mine moving back and forth between the rest. Their guns never wavered and the tension could be cut with a knife. Viktor raised his hand pointing at us, "Now why don't you get on outta here and take yo bitch before somthin bad happens to the both of y'all." Mark's voice got quiet, "Let me explain something to you Viktor. I may die tonight, the bitch may die tonight. Some of your men may die tonight too, but you, you I guarantee will die right now if your men don't lower their weapons." Viktor sneered and raised his arm, "If this fucking pork don't drop his gun on three end his life." Mark slid forward with unexpected speed until he was less than six feet from Viktor, "I promise you won't reach two," he said, cocking his gun. "Now who wants a promotion?" Viktor very clearly did not like what he saw in Mark's eyes because he never started counting. He swallowed then we all heard the sound of distant police sirens. Realizing even if they shot us, they'd be unlikely to leave before they were surrounded everybody relaxed their guns. Our backup showed and things got under control but the rest of the night I had the shakes. Mark came over to me after we got everybody secured. "How you doing?" "I don't know why but my hands are freezing," I said. I kept rubbing them together to try and warm them. "That's the side effect of adrenaline. It's normal, your body thinks that you need more blood to perform better when things go competitive or serious so your heart starts working faster and draws blood away from the extremities." I nodded, he pulled me into his arms and hugged me. For minutes I clung to him without shame. A few other officers saw us and I was worried that rumors might start but surprisingly everyone understood what had happened and that we'd just held each other for support. More time passed and we became closer. One night we were drinking with a few fellow officers and one of them decided to set him up on a blind date. "I'm telling you she'd be perfect for you." "How do you even know what's perfect for me?" Mark asked. "She's breathing, that's all that matters," another officer yelled making all of us laugh. Mark rolled his eyes, but his friend kept pushing. Looking at me he said, "You believe this guy." Despite the small surge of jealousy I felt, I nodded my head, "I think you should do it." Fast forward to three nights later and I was sitting next to him on a double date. I'd opened my big mouth to prod him into the blind date when another officer had talked about the perfect man for me. Of course, no matter what I said my partner justified my going as conditional to his and here I was. I really needed to quit letting my smartass mouth get me into these messes. We both decided to have a shot of whiskey before they arrived and then we each nursed a Blue Moon beer. I'd dressed in a high waist tan leather mini skirt and black sweater with black boots and he'd dressed in black jeans with a black button up shirt that was completely unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled to his forearms and a white t-shirt underneath. They finally arrived, Cody and Andrew. She was a cute waifish blonde and he was a decent looking Italian with thick black hair. We ordered drinks and some appetizers and chatted away, he was an accountant and she worked as a loan officer at a bank. Despite us both trying to keep each other talking our dates were soon talking to each other more than either of us. After a while Mark excused himself to go to the bathroom, I sat quietly as our dates talked about the new conditions for mortgage loans or something equally boring. Looking over I saw Mark heading back to us. Feeling mischievous I checked to make sure nobody could see me. When he got close to the table, I shifted my legs and made sure he had a good peek up my skirt to my red satin panties. I saw his eyes widen for a second and a smile crossed his face before he dropped it to a neutral expression and sat back down. "Anybody want fresh drinks?" he asked. Andrew and I nodded. I started to signal the waitress but Mark stopped me, he pointedly looked down at my skirt and back into my eyes, "No, I'll go get them. I smirked as I realized he wanted another flash. He left to the bar and got our orders then took his time shifting around people when he returned. Once again, I checked to make sure it was discreet and when he was close enough, I shifted and spread my legs a few inches making sure he had time to look. He kept his face blank as he handed me and Andrew our drinks but his finger stroked my hand as we touched. After a while Andrew and Mark suggested going to a nearby place to eat and we agreed so we all got up and went outside. Once on the sidewalk Andrew moved to get a cab when Mark stopped him. "Change of plans, I've got a new idea," he said. "How about me and Estrella go hang out and you and Cody go get something to eat." We all looked at him weirdly. He held up his hands at our puzzled expressions, "Look, first dates are to see if there's chemistry and there definitely is, just not with us." He pointed back and forth between the two of them. "I mean come on, be honest, you two seem to be hitting it off, right?" Andrew and Cody looked at each other guiltily and nodded. "So why don't you two get to know each other and have a good time, I'll take my partner here out and we'll grab a bite on our own." Andrew looked up, "No hard feelings?" I shook my head, Cody looked happy too. She walked to Mark and hugged him, as she broke away, she brushed her lips against his. "You're a good guy," she said. A cab pulled up and Andrew nodded at us and they both hopped in and drove away. I turned to look at him, "You know you're buying me dinner, right?" "What? Why?" "You just lost me my date, since he was buying my meal that's now your responsibility." He laughed, "Fair enough." "I'll buy us drinks to, there's a new one I want to try, it's called the red satin panty." I blushed and lightly punched his arm. "Steel," a voice cried out. "Is that you?" We looked around for the source and I saw a tall blonde man walking toward us with his arms outstretched. He was lean, muscular and good looking in a preppy sort of way, he was wearing jeans and a blue striped Tommy Hilfiger shirt. "David," Mark yelled. They hugged and patted each other on the back then Mark introduced us. "His taste is exquisite as always," David said while kissing my hand. Mark rolled his eyes, "David and I grew up together, we only see each other a few times a year." "And I won't use this time to interrupt your date," he said. Mark and I looked at each other and both started laughing, we spent a few minutes explaining what happened making David laugh. "Well, that's perfect, we can hang out tonight, I'll even buy dinner and the three of us will have a blast." We agreed and David took us to a nearby steakhouse. When we were seated Mark held out my chair for me, as he took his seat, I gave him another panty flash, this time though I was caught. "I saw that," David said. "Huh?" I said, trying to play dumb. "No way, don't try and play that off with me, I saw that." He looked over and Mark was laughing as I turned bright red. "Wait," David looked back and forth between us, "Are you two..." "No," Mark said. "We're really not, she was just bored at dinner and was teasing me." David turned full faced to me, "Really?" I sighed, he wasn't going to let this go. I nodded, "Yeah, I was just playing around." "So flash me," he said. Shocked I said, "No way." "Why not?" "Because I just met you." "So?" "So no, not happening." He stared at me as I sat there, after a few seconds I got uncomfortable and squirmed a little. I looked at Mark, "You need to control your friend." He laughed, "Actually, I agree with him." My mouth dropped and they both stared at me as my face flushed with heat. Another few seconds went by quietly, swallowing I looked around, when I looked back at David I shifted and spread my legs a few inches, I held that pose for a few seconds as he glanced down with a smile. "I do love red." I shook my head and closed my legs as the waiter came to our table, the rest of the meal we laughed, talked and had a good time. I managed to flash each of them one more time throughout dinner and loved it. My nipples stayed hard throughout the meal and I was excited at my own daring. Afterward they took me for a walk and I linked my arms with one on either side of me. "My dear, you are unique," David said. "And why has this fool not claimed you yet?" "Too complicated, as partners a relationship could get awkward," Mark said. "Yeah, I can't be having him all mopey at work when I put him in his place." David roared with laughter and Mark chuckled as we teased each other. Soon our walk led us past a hot tub sauna house. "I want to go soak," I said pointing inside. Mark and David looked at me and shrugged. "You sure?" I nodded and we went inside and Mark paid for a hot tub, they gave us keys to the locker rooms and we each went away to meet back at our private hot tub. A few minutes later I walked into the room in a white robe the establishment provided to find both of them waiting for me. "You guys not getting in?" I asked. They looked at each other, "Well we weren't sure how to bring this up," David said. "Was this supposed to be in our underwear or was this au naturel?" I gave them my best "Are you stupid look?" and undid my robe letting it drop to the floor. I put a hand on my hip and stood in front of them completely naked. I let them look for a few seconds then walked to the hot tub, "Quit being a bunch of girls and get in the water." David turned to Mark, "I like her." David ordered us drinks and a minute later a girl came in and dropped off our order, we sat drinking and chatting about our jobs. David was interested in what me and Mark did together and listened to our stories intensely. I talked about little things and asked how they knew each other. They told me they'd grown up together and even went to the same college but David worked as an investment banker, I raised my eyebrows at him. "So that means he's got all the money huh partner?" I turned to put my empty bottle down or I would have seen the look and small shake of head that Mark gave David. When I turned back, I realized I was dizzy from the heat and drinking too fast so I hopped up on the side and just kept my legs in the water. Both men were staring at me as I had everything on presentation. "You truly are superb," David said holding his beer in salute. I smiled, "Thank you." "How has some guy not snatched you up?" David asked. "My last relationship ended in disaster." A small frown crossed Mark's face. I knew he thought I was talking bad about our arrangement so I clarified, "I had a good affair with somebody right after but the relationship before kind of affected it." "That sucks," David said. I laughed, "Yeah, the second one was good, it all clicked and the sex was pretty awesome but my ex was kind of in the picture in a weird sort of way so I couldn't really make a go with the next guy. That was my last sexscapade and it was a more than six months ago. Since then I've just been throwing myself into work." "Sounds like a story." "It is but I really can't talk about it." David nodded and held up his hands, "No pressure." He took a sip of beer, "So what is your favorite thing in sex?" I laughed hard, "Oh my god, you are a flirt." Shaking my head, "I don't think we should go there." "Why not? We're all adults, like you said, 'Don't be a girl.'" "God you're so bad," I said giving in. "But fine, I love oral." I sat up straight and parted my legs as I closed my eyes and traced my pussy lips to my small racing stripe slowly stroking up and down, I knew they were watching. The heat and buzz from my drinks were getting me worked up, the warm water was cooling in the open air on my skin and my nipples were hard. Keeping my eyes closed I tilted my head back and put one hand behind me for support, "I love to feel a tongue on my pussy. I love to feel his head between my legs, the rough stubble from his cheek on my thighs, the texture of his tongue against my soft skin." I paused and opened my eyes, they each had a rapt expression on their face, their eyes were gleaming at my sexual exhibition. At that moment the girl came back in with more drinks. I unashamedly took a beer without moving. She glanced at my nudity and spread legs and the two men and smiled at me, let her think what she wants I thought. I winked and she hurried away. "Well if you really need oral, I can offer my services." I giggled, "I'm sure you would." "I'm just saying, as beautiful as you are you should not be frustrated sexually." Feeling frisky I played along, "And you'd just offer your services free of charge, how generous of you." "Yep, that's me, a generous guy." I laughed harder. "I'm serious though, I promise no sex just oral till you cum." "Yeah right, like you wouldn't want anything in return," I said sarcastically. "I wouldn't, I swear." "Oh really." "On my honor," he said holding a hand over his heart. "Hmmmm," I said taking a sip of beer. I eyed him playfully, making a decision I spread my legs wider and said, "Ok, impress me." His jaw dropped and it took a second for him to recover, Mark was laughing and smiled at me. David looked at Mark then back at me, finally he set his beer down and moved toward me. I looked into his eyes as he positioned himself between my legs. Tentatively his tongue came out and licked me, his eyes looked into mine as he gave me a slow lick again. I knew he was waiting for me to tell him to stop so I gave him some encouragement, I moaned and closed my eyes. Gaining confidence, he continued to lick my pussy for a few minutes. Despite my playfulness and teasing he was doing a good job. His tongue moved up and down steadily, I was quickly wet and was getting really excited. I kept my eyes closed and bit my lip as he licked and thrust his tongue inside me, my free hand grabbed his hair and I ran my fingers through his head. I was building up when he stopped and stood out of the water, his dick was rock hard and he moved between my legs. Snapping out of my passion I put a hand on his chest to stop him. "I don't think so," I said. "What? Are you serious?" Mark laughed out loud breaking my arousal as I smiled at David, "The deal was you give me oral, I'm definitely not having sex with you." I smiled to make the letdown easier but I held firm. "Fine," he said sinking back down, he started to move forward. "Nu uh," I said. "You lost your chance at more of that." I pushed him away and sank back into the water myself. He gave a frustrated groan but saw I was serious so he moved back to his side of the hot tub. "She's ruthless," he said looking at Mark. "Man, she gave you a chance and you went outside the rules." David shook his head "Like you could do better." Mark laughed, "I know I could." "Prove it," he said gesturing at me. "Wait...," I started. "Oh no my dear, you have the iron will, let's see if it'll work here," David continued. "He is my partner, things could get awkward," I said. "I promise I won't try anything else." I pretended to think about it, secretly we both knew it wouldn't be that big a deal for either of us, but I had to put on an act. Inwardly I was excited, I couldn't wait to have his head between my legs again. I'd never felt so sexually energized by a man and I wanted this to happen. No way would I ever let him know that though, so I said, "I'm more worried you'll fall in love. I'm like a hot fudge sundae baby, once you had one, you'll always want another." "I promise if I fall in love with you, you can have my car, Star!" "I'll take you up on that," I said. "You sure? Cause if you fall in love, I will hold you to that promise, I want that car." "I'll take my chances," he said as he moved toward me. I stood out of the water and once again sat on the side and spread my legs. This time Mark moved toward me while David watched, I put my hands behind me and leaned back. Mark reached out and traced a finger up leg from my ankle to my pussy. My breath caught as he stroked a finger across my lips. He took his hand off and did the same with the other leg, then he drew both hands and trailed them up and down my legs. I couldn't help it when I let out a small whimper. He moved his head forward until I could feel his breath on my skin, my pussy throbbed as he gave me the smallest flick of his tongue across my mound. I let my arms fold as I lay back on the warm granite and spread my legs wide giving him easy access. He gave another flick of his tongue and I cried out. He gave a slow lick up then down; my lips were puffy and sensitive from arousal and I responded by running my fingers through his hair. He ran his tongue slowly up then down and back up again making me groan. Finally, he started licking me up and down, no longer teasing but keeping a steady pace, my back arched and breath came in gasps as his tongue thrust inside me. He found my clit and gently twirled his tongue around it sending me into spasms. I cried out even louder and looked up scared we'd made too much noise. I grabbed at my robe but it took me three tries before my fingers had the strength to grab it, all the while his tongue was sending crashing waves through my body. I bit down on the white cotton to stifle my cries as he kept licking. It was beginning to be too much so I tried to bring my legs together and he glanced up and his eyes met mine. He licked again and used all his strength to keep my legs from closing. I looked over at David and our eyes met, I shouldn't be turned on that he was watching me but I was. I felt the wave in my body growing larger as Mark circled his tongue on, around, and inside my pussy. This time when his tongue touched my clit my world exploded. My vision went white as electric pleasure shot through my body. I wadded the robe around one arm and bit down on it to stifle my screams as aftershocks went through me. He pulled back and my legs and body went limp as he ducked under the water, I lay panting and trying to catch my breath until he came up thirty seconds later. Both of them were looking at me as I recovered. "Dude, you have got to bring her on the lake trip." \\\\\* The next day at work I wondered if anything would be different. I know we'd had our relationship before but now I knew what he was. Unsurprisingly he acted like he always did and I was completely at ease. We stopped at a local deli for lunch and I asked him, "So what is the lake trip?" He shook his head, "David should not have mentioned that." "Why not?" Sighing he looked at me and seemed to make a decision, "It's a guy week vacation. We fly out and rent a houseboat and spend the week on Lake Havasu. We barbeque, drink, catch up on each other's lives, we also spend the last night in Vegas and fly back home Sunday." "Each other's?" "There are five of us, grew up together, college together, we don't get to see each other as much as we want so we created the lake trip as a yearly tradition to stay in each other's lives. We've been doing it about ten years now." "When?" "The next one is next Saturday." "So why wouldn't it be a good idea for me to go?" "We have certain rules regarding women." I arched an eyebrow at him, "That's ominous." Laughing, "So one year one of us wanted to bring a woman, the others were worried that it would spoil the fun. Then David came up with a rule, you can invite a woman as a plus one but any women on our trip has to be topless." My eyes went wide and shock registered on my face. "Exactly, that's why I didn't mention it." "And you've had girls do this?" "Not me specifically but a few have had girls do it." "Is that the only rule?" "It's kind of developed into thong only after lunch but before lunch you can wear a shirt and panty." "Well isn't that generous," I said rolling my eyes. "Not really, the shirt can't go below your belly button." "So why don't you want me to go?" He looked incredulous, "Are you saying you'd want to?" I shrugged, "I'm not sure but it'd be my choice if not. Why don't you want me to?" "Look, I like to think I've been very professional and last night exception I haven't treated you any different, right?" I nodded, "Last night was just releasing some tension." "I agree, and teasing each other aside, if I bring you to the lake it's not going to be as a friend. I'm not going to have other guys hitting on you because they think you're single. If you come, you'll come with me." "I assume with you means in the biblical sense." He laughed, "Yes, very much so." I thought about it for a minute or two, "Is there somebody else you planned on asking?" He looked me square in the eyes and smiled, "My last relationship was with my own personal whore." I blushed at that but smiled back and nodded, another minute went by before I said, "I want to go." Our eyes met and neither looked away. \\\\\* It was Saturday morning, we'd flown in last night and stayed at a hotel. Mark had booked separate rooms. I was strangely nervous, this was a planned retreat and from our previous conversation I knew he wanted sex on this trip. We hadn't touched each other or said anything else regarding relationships or sex since I'd told him I wanted to go. I'd packed light, per his instructions, only one casual and one nice outfit for wearing out and around if we left the yacht. The rest of my wardrobe consisted of panties, thong bikinis and a few midriff shirts. We'd taken a cab to the marina in the morning and David had met us as we came on board, he'd given me a hug and a light peck on the lips which earned me a sharp slap on the ass from Mark. I yelped and looked back to see him pointing at his eyes and then me with two fingers made into a V. David and I laughed as he took us inside, we were now sitting in the main room of the huge luxury yacht they'd rented. There was David, Mark, three other guys and three other girls. Mark and David had promised me introductions after he said a few words. "Good morning everyone," David said nodding to each everyone. General murmurs of good morning and such were returned. "As you all know or should know if you are a guest, this is our annual lake trip. The five of us have grown up together and this is our way of staying in touch and keeping up on each other's lives." "Since this is primarily a man get together, we have been reluctant to add women. However, objections were raised by various females in our lives so we came up with some rules. You should know about these rules but I will clarify." "If you stay on board after my speech you will spend the rest of the trip wearing only a thong bottom for most of the time. You are allowed to wear panties before lunch with a shirt but the shirt must not go below your belly button. After lunch it is only thong bikini or panties." "These rules are not negotiable, I own this boat and I say who stays, you can complain to your man all you want but if you disagree, I will have you off my ship in the next 15 minutes." "Just so you know this is not a joke, Melanie here is a repeater," he pointed at a beautiful blonde girl seated next to one of the other men. She nodded her head. "Ask her, we have had one girl that tried to complain and stay aboard and I sent her home. John was not happy but he agreed to the rules and I will enforce them." He pointed to another guy sitting opposite him who nodded agreement. "Are there any questions?" "You guys aren't swingers, are you?" piped a cute brown-haired girl. "No Sara, we're not swingers. To my knowledge nobody here has ever been a swinger." Nobody said anything else as we all looked at each other. "Well then ladies, if you please." Nervously all the girls looked to Melanie, as a repeater we assumed she'd go first. "Nope," she said crossing her arms and leaning back. "I go last, these guys know I'll get naked. The first time I did it I was alone. I'll be damned if you all don't have to sweat a little." I sighed and stood up, I was wearing a jean short and a grey sweat top without a bra. Everybody looked at me as I pushed my chair back. "Before I do this could you hand me my bag babe?" Mark nodded and grabbed my black duffle bag. I reached inside and drew my HK45 and set it on the table, everybody's eyes went wide. "If I drop trou and afterward you all shout 'Oh my god I can't believe she did that' or something or if this is some kind of joke, I want you to know I'm shooting you," I said pointing to Mark. Without another word I pulled my top over my head and tossed it on the table. Then I unbuttoned my shorts and tugged them off. Now I was standing in front of everyone topless and wearing a small black g-string. "Oh my god, I can't believe she did that! We were just joking." I turned to the only black man in the room, he looked like a young Idris Elba but more muscular. He was dressed in navy blue knee length shorts and matching tanktop. Everyone turned to him as he gave me a big grin. "What?" he laughed, holding up his hands. "I just want to see her shoot him." David sighed and shook his head, "Estrella meet AJ, our resident comedian." \\\\\* It was bedtime on our first night and I was lazing on the white leather couch in the master bedroom while Mark showered, I'd gone first and was now wrapped in a burgundy towel and a light pink cotton thong. He came out with a towel around his waist and still wet hair. Heat flushed through my body at the sight of his casual manner and sexy body. He didn't pay any attention to me as he walked to a dresser and dropped his towel, he pulled out a pair of black briefs and put them on. His butt was perfect, I wanted to go over and bite it like an apple. I gave a small growl that made him start and turn toward me. "Can I help you?" "That depends." "On?" I gave him my best wicked smile and raised an eyebrow as I stood up letting the towel drop off my body, "Are there any more rules that I should know about?" For once he was speechless, my panties were small and tight against my sex, my nipples were hard and my hair was still a little wet. I walked toward him and pushed him back onto the bed. Our eyes locked as I parted my lips with my tongue and straddled his legs, I worked my way up till I was sitting on his stomach. He swallowed and whispered, "Now that you mention it, there are a couple other rules." "Oh really." "Yeah, you must sleep naked, no panties in the bed." I cocked my head and thought for a second, "Seems fair." I lifted my butt up till I was on my knees, "If you want them off you have to do it yourself, those are my rules!" He nodded and slipped his fingers into my waistband then slowly pulled them down my legs, as they reached closer to his chest, I stood up letting him tug them to my ankles. He let them go and held up a hand, I grabbed it to steady myself as I kicked the panties the rest of the way off before I straddled his chest again. I'd shaved smooth for this trip so my bare pussy pressed into his stomach. We stared at each other for a minute before he reached over and interlocked his fingers with mine. He gently pulled me down till I was pressing against his chest and our lips were inches from each other. "Last chance to get away Cruz," he whispered. "Typical male, you think you've been doing the hunting." I leaned forward and our lips met. We kissed slow and gently, our mouths exploring each other in gentle surges. I could feel the warmth of every inch of his skin that was pressed to me. The hairs on my arms were tingling and a familiar heat blossomed between my legs and in my stomach. I stretched my legs back and entwined them with his. I rested my weight on him and explored his body with my hands. I started by running my fingers through his hair and then bringing them down his shoulders and arms. We spent the rest of the night making love, slowly and tenderly. Before tonight our sex had been all raw passion and intensity. Tonight, we explored each other's bodies in gentle loving ways. I rode him slowly as we turned off the light and the windows bathed the room in starlight. He kissed every inch of my body and I returned the favor as I took my time and pressed my body to his. Our kisses were loving and passionate as our bodies melded. The sky was barely lightening to silver as we both collapsed in each other's arm to sleep. \\\\\* That week was special as I met his friends and learned more about him. I got used to being half-naked very easily and the other girls lost their shyness too. By midday on the second day I took it a step further, not wanting to go swimming and then walk around in wet bottoms or go change I decided to swim naked. I was about to hop off the back of the boat into the water when I dropped my bottoms and went in. The other girls saw me and the guys were all watching from the side with beers in hand. One girl asked why and I gave her a quick explanation. Before I knew it, Melanie had done the same and joined me in the water. Once she joined me the rest didn't waste any time. For the rest of the trip whenever we went into the water or the hot tub on the back of the boat, we'd go naked. The guys sure didn't mind and the girls got used to it in no time. \\\\\* I'd decided to take a nap and was sprawled across the bed in my panties. Not wanting to wear a bikini bottom to bed I'd changed to a cute little leopard spotted thong. After a couple of hours, I groggily started to wake up. I felt a presence next to me on the bed and looked up to see Mark laying shirtless and wearing only his black board shorts while reading a book. I gave him a sleepy smile and snuggled next to his warm body. Fingers stroked through my hair and across my shoulders and I gave a small happy sigh. Minutes passed as he continued to trail his hands across my body in slow caress. I heard a rustle and looked to see him put the book on the black lacquered nightstand and then shift to a sideways position with his chest toward me. He had more reach now and stroked his hands across my shoulders, back, and ass. He would go back and forth across my back moving down by inches till he came to my ass where he would still trace but after each line, he would cup a cheek and give a small squeeze. I gave happy little sounds as he worked. When he reached as far as he could he moved back to my head and ran fingers through my hair while massaging my scalp. Next, he spent time on my neck, digging his fingers in gently and closing his fingers toward each other after a while he went back to tracing my back and ass. I was getting goosebumps as drew patterns on my ass. This went on for twenty minutes or so and I admit it was having an effect on me. I rolled over and let his fingers continue to work on my front. He moved up and down my stomach and around and over my tits. My nipples hardened instantly to his touch, he gave them gentle pinches that made my breath stop. I was beginning to writhe and my sounds were turning to moans. "I want you inside me," I murmured. He smiled, "We have a small problem with that." "What's the problem?" I whined still grinding my legs together. "You broke my rules." "What rules?" "Well, precisely one rule. Why are you wearing panties?" "Wha..." I started to say, I realized what rule he meant and thought about it. I stuttered, "But you're not in bed with me." "I'm not?" Gaining confidence, "Well you weren't when I went to bed." "That's true, however, I'm sure what I said was 'you must sleep naked, no panties in the bed.'" I paused to think, shit, he was right, he hadn't said anything about if he was with me or not. I was about to argue it was implied but I knew I'd lose. I decided to try a different tactic. I slithered my body against his, crawling up the side I whispered in his ear "I'll give you a blowjob if you forgive me." He gently disengaged himself from me, got up and stood next to the bed, "An intriguing offer but I think I'm going to have to discipline you. I can't let you think that this kind of behavior can go unpunished." "Wha..." I breathed. "Put your ass in the air," he commanded. I swallowed but did as he said. "Now hike your panties down." I was getting more and more turned on by his authority, he was scaring me but I trusted him so I did what he told me. I kept my face buried in the bed as my hands reached up and tugged my underwear down to mid-thigh. He grabbed a pillow and pushed it toward my face, "You might need this to keep quiet." I knew what was happening and I wrapped my arms around the pillow and buried my face in it while biting down on the fabric. "I think six will be enough for your first lesson." I watched his arm move back then forward, WHACK, heat blossomed over my ass on the cheek closest to him and I shrieked into the pillow. He wasn't holding back, I mentally tried to prepare myself when WHACK, another blow from his hand dropped on the opposite cheek. I gripped the pillow tighter as WHACK, WHACK two more, one on each side. He paused as my butt throbbed. My muscles were straining to stay in place and I was as wet as I'd ever been. WHACK, WHACK, the last two fell in quick succession on either side and I collapsed. His fingers slid my panties off the rest of the way. I looked up and saw him tugging his own shorts off, his cock stood at rigid attention and I knew he was as ready as I was. Without a word he moved on top of me and straddled my legs, I lay limp as the head of his dick probed me from behind. I shifted and he slid deep inside me making us both groan. We both froze for a moment. "Is that going to happen again?" "No baby, never." He thrust against me and I grabbed the sheets as he took me. I couldn't help it as I pushed back against him moaning the whole time. My ass was burning and I could feel the red marks his hands had left on me. He'd marked me like I was his property and it'd turned me on. He took me, rough and commanding. He stayed quiet except for grunts and heavy breathing as he drove into me again and again making me nonstop moan. In no time we each built to a climax and I unleashed first as his hands grabbed my hips to hold me in place, the act of dominance had me electrified and a surge of energy arced through my body causing me to cry out. A second later I felt his dick throb inside of me as his own climax burst from his body. He crashed against my back pinning me to the mattress as we each rode our orgasm. \\\\\* The day before our last night I'd walked into the room to take a nap. I debated wearing panties just so I'd get into trouble and maybe get another spanking. It'd been delicious the way he'd taken me and I'd even enjoyed afterward when we went on the deck of the boat, everybody had seen my red ass and snickered. The girls had all gave me small smiles and raised eyebrows and the guys had simply nodded. I'd tanned on my stomach just to show his handprints like a badge of honor. I decided against it, since I wanted to try something different so I dropped my bikini. At this point I was super dark from tanning all week and had a perfect white thong tan line across the top of my ass. Mark had commented how it was a huge turn on to see that. I'd asked why and he said, "When a guy sees a girl with a thong tan line that means we know she tans in a thong, it's sexy as hell." I thought he was crazy for that statement, of course a girl with a thong tan line tans in a thong, that's just stupid to say but all his friends had nodded agreement as if he spoke gospel. Anyway, I decided to get his attention in a new method. I lay face down on the bed and spread my legs just over shoulder width apart. I figured he'd come in and get a great view of my pussy, ass, and tan line. Tucking a pillow under my head I fell asleep. "Wow," David whispered. "I know." "She's special brother." "I know that too." I came awake as I heard the voices. I could tell they were both about six feet directly behind me from the bed. That meant they were both getting a perfect view of me, I stayed still as they talked. "Not going to lie man, I'm jealous of you." "Thanks." "You going to keep her?" "I think I'm in love with her." My heart surged with joy and it took all my control not to cry out. I heard the tinkling of ice as it swirled in glasses, then quiet as they watched me. Minutes later, "Well, I'll leave you to her." Footsteps left the room and some rustling happened before a warm body slid next to me on the bed. I murmured and curled up next to him as he stroked my hair. Happiness coursed through me and I fell asleep again. Sunshine poured through the windows waking me up. I looked around but found myself alone, I got out of bed, dressed, then went to find everybody. I figured they were eating breakfast so I walked down the galley hallway but stopped right before the corner that turned into the eating area, I heard whispering so I wanted to make sure I wasn't intruding. I recognized the voices instantly. "Are you really going to ask her?" David said. "Yeah, I think I am." "When?" "I don't know, I was wondering if you had any ideas." "You should do it as soon as possible," Melanie said. There were general murmurs of agreement. "I can't believe she's nailed your ass," AJ said. Some laughter followed, I think they were they talking about me. It sounded suspiciously like Mark was planning something, I had a gut feeling but the reality of that would be impossible. There was no way it could be what I was thinking. Steeling myself I walked around the corner yawning and stretching. I was wearing a small white tank top that I'd cut to show lots of underboob and tiny white cotton bikini panties. I knew he liked this outfit, I made sure the panties were small and tight and exposed the crack of my ass, my lips pressed against the cotton fabric in the front teasingly. I ran my fingers through my hair as I walked to the counter and grabbed a plate with eggs and bacon. As I made my way to the table, I felt everyone's eyes on me, the way they all stopped talking when I entered spoke volumes. "Why'd it get quiet all the sudden?" I asked taking a seat across from Mark. "No reason my dear, we were just admiring your outfit," David said. I looked around the table, it was AJ, David, Mark and Melanie. They were watching me with smug conspiratorial looks. "Oh yeah, here's your ring Mark," David said as he handed him a small black box. Mark glared daggers at David but took the box. My heart sped, "Ring? Who's that for?" I asked nonchalantly while eating a piece of bacon. "Yeah Mark, who's it for?" AJ asked. For a second, I thought Mark was going to jump over the table and choke AJ the way he looked at him but he gritted his teeth and said, "It's no big deal." "But I thought you said..." David began. Mark interrupted, "I know what I said." "You should show it to Estrella. Estrella, don't you want to see the ring Mark has?" I really thought Mark was going to start punching his friends, the looks he was giving them and the self-satisfied smiles they were returning made it almost impossible not to laugh. The only thing that stopped me were the implications of what might be happening. "Sure," I said. He looked at me and shyly and handed over the box. I opened it and caught my breath, it was a gorgeous platinum and diamond ring surrounded by sapphires. I worked to keep my face neutral as my stomach flipped. "Nice," I said as casually as I could. Closing the box, I slid it on the table toward Mark. Everybody was smirking and Mark looked at a loss, he reached for it and as his hand closed around the box my hand snaked out and slammed down on his wrist. "Oh damn," David said straightening. "Zip it princess or I swear to god I'll throw you overboard," I said. Mark looked up into my narrowed eyes, we locked gazes and time froze. I tilted my head after he didn't say anything for a minute, he gave me a barely perceptible nod. "Will you marry me?" I held my face bland for just a second to make him sweat then squealed like a little girl and jumped up and around the table. I launched myself into his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Of course." His friends started cheering us on as I grabbed his face and refused to release his lips from mine. \\\\\* The rest of the trip passed and we flew back to New York, I clung to his arm on the way from the airport. "So where are we going to live?" I asked. He gave me a funny look before speaking, "There is something we need to talk about, but I'd like to wait until we get home." I nodded and kept silent, I was happy to snuggle into his arm and watch the city go by. Soon we were at the hotel we'd first met. I was a little confused but followed him as he went to the elevator and swiped a card. In a short time, we were at his penthouse suite again. As we walked inside, he dropped his bag at the front door. Daniel was inside to greet us dressed in silver suit and slacks, with a sapphire tie and black shirt. Mark motioned him to follow us as we took a seat inside the living room. First, he looked at Daniel, "As you know I've asked Miss Cruz to marry me." Daniel smiled and nodded, "Good choice, I assume full privileges and knowledge?" Mark nodded, then turned to me. "To explain a few things. First, I'm rich." "Rich?" "Rich." My brow crinkled, "Like how rich?" "My family is billionaire rich." My mouth dropped. "This is actually my place, one of several in fact." "Are you kidding?" "Nope, in fact the yacht we were on was not rented by David, it's mine, soon to be ours." My mind was reeling. "So what are you? Are you FBI? Or what?" "I am FBI, I didn't want to follow in the family business and my family approves of the work I do." "So your family is rich?" "I have my own business interests and have more than one hundred million separate from family interests." My mouth dropped again. "Second, Daniel here is my employee, he's my assistant, we were in special forces together. He's highly trained and is a combination assistant, friend, bodyguard, fixer, and general whatever I need to get done person." I looked at Daniel in a new light. "Do you work for the hotel?" "Just an act, I work for Mark, but I do have reserve status with the police force so I can carry a firearm." I looked at Mark, "Wait, you really were special forces?" I realized I slipped and that he hadn't known I'd looked up information about him, he eyed me for a minute. "Yes, the best way to tell a lie is to sprinkle it with truth, and don't worry, I knew you and Officer Scott had checked my record." "Yikes," I said biting my lip. "He's very good but we had people waiting for the search to happen. We were a little surprised at where it came from and I had to tap dance to keep it a secret and out of the files when I realized it was you. For a brief moment we thought Scott worked for Nicky." I realized I'd almost gotten Tommy into deep trouble. "You used your own house as undercover, aren't you worried they'll track you down?" "This building has very good security and I'm still not known as an agent." "You said you interviewed them." "And I did, as a lawyer, not as an agent. Nobody knows I gathered evidence, they contacted me when they were arrested. In fact, I got them all sweetheart deals for cooperation. It was a weird line and I could have gotten in trouble if they'd fought it. As their lawyer I'd have been immune to testify against them on certain things." "You really played them all." He shrugged. "Do you get paid by the FBI?" I asked. "Yes." "A normal salary?" "I do, but I just put that money in a separate account and use if for undercover stuff or equipment. I only just started using it, it's been untouched for years." "What have you used it for?" He smiled, "I was using it to pay a whore to help her out with school." I blushed red and Daniel laughed, I assumed he knew what Mark was talking about. "At this point that account has more than three hundred thousand in it, maybe I'll start a college fund for hookers." I narrowed my eyes, "There better only be one hooker in your life buddy or you're a dead man." He held up his hands in mock fear, "I swear babe, I only have one personal whore in my life." "Damn right." Over the next few hours I found out more about Mark's and Daniel's background. After a while I realized I wanted to clean up and change to new clothing and told them I needed to get some clothes from my house. Daniel looked at me and spoke, "I hope you don't mind, Mark called me and gave me the news. I've had your apartment packed up. All your clothes are inside the bedroom closet. I took the liberty of selling most of your furniture, paid your utilities, and broke your apartment contract. The few things I wasn't sure to bring in the house are at a storage, you can go with me later to look and decide what you want or if you tell me I can get it brought here immediately." I just stared at him digesting the volume of information he'd just given me. "Wait...wha...my stuff." Mark looked at me, "Name one thing other than clothes and personal stuff that you need that I don't have or can't get for you." I sat back and absorbed what they'd both said. I realized they were right, there was nothing I needed. Mark looked at me and nodded at Daniel, he grabbed his phone and walked to the balcony. Daniel stood and indicated for me to follow him. He took me to the bedroom closet and showed me all clothes. Then he took me to a spare room and showed me all my personal stuff, laptop, pictures, wall hangings, books, and other assorted things. He reached into a pocket and pulled out a credit card with my name, "It has a million dollars linked to a separate account Mark opened for you." My eyes bulged, "A million dollars?" He smiled, "I know it'll take some getting used to but I'll help you. If you need anything, I'm here for you. I live in the suite below this one and can be here for you in seconds if you need me." Daniel left to the kitchen leaving me reeling from the shock of everything. I made my way to the bedroom and took off my clothes and went to shower. I spent almost a half hour under the warm water while I mentally processed the situation. I turned the shower off and opened the door to find Daniel standing there with a giant navy-blue towel. I paused for a second and realized that he'd already seen me naked, plus given the way Mark probably wanted me around the house and the way Daniel seemed to be involved in his life I assumed that Daniel was going to have plenty of opportunities to see me without clothes... and probably tied up too I realized. I took the towel and dried off, as I did I studied him, he was slender, just shy of six feet with short dark hair and Puerto Rican features. I'd noticed before that he moved with the same economy of motion as Mark. They both had a casual confidence in their movements. I wondered, on impulse I asked, "Do you spar with Mark a lot?" Daniel looked at me a second, then nodded, "Yes I do." "How good are you?" "In many ways we're equal but he does have a good twenty pounds of muscle on me. In a bare hand fight he wins three of four." "And in a not bare hand fight?" Again, he watched me for a while, he seemed to be deciding something, his wrist flickered and suddenly a double-bladed knife was in his hands. "Same ratio, just not the same winner." I nodded visibly impressed, he flicked his wrist again and the knife disappeared. Finished with it I handed him the towel and he raised an eyebrow. "I expect I should get used to you seeing me naked." He gave me a heartfelt laugh and bowed his head, he took my hand in his and brought it to his lips, "You definitely understand your fiancé. It will be a pleasure to be your assistant too, if you need anything please do not hesitate to ask." I nodded and walked out of the bedroom with him following me. Mark was on the couch drinking from a half full crystal glass. He raised an eyebrow at my nudity and I gave him a wink. I walked to him and took the glass out of his hand smelling whiskey, I downed the whole thing and put it on the side table. Looking over my shoulder I spoke, "Daniel love, I do think we won't be needing your services the rest of the night. I plan on doing some very naughty things to my future husband here so please take the rest of the night off." Without waiting for a response, I straddled Mark's legs and kissed him, I heard the front door close seconds later. \\\\\* A few days later I was relaxing in the hot tub when I heard the doorbell and a few seconds later Mark was greeting David in the living room. "David, I'm glad you're here there was something I needed to talk to you about," I yelled. "What you need chica?" he yelled back. "Come in here." Mark and David walked to the edge of the hot tub as I swirled around. I ducked under the water and swam closer to them. I noticed the change in their expression as they realized I was swimming naked. The clear water left little to the imagination, even less when Mark reached over and turned on a switch flooding the underwater with light. "Really?" I asked sarcastically. "Just enjoying the view baby." I rolled my eyes, "Anyway, I'm glad you're here too babe, we need to have a discussion with David." "About?" David asked. "About the fact that I won your car babe," I said looking at Mark. He choked for a second, "What?" Turning back to David, "You obviously remember the night at the hot tub a few weeks ago correct?" David nodded. "Do you remember what was said as lover boy here tried to have his way with me?" His face scrunched up in thought and then his eyes flew open as he suddenly remembered the moment I was talking about. "Oh shit," he breathed. "Exactly," I said. "What are you talking about?" Mark asked. "When you were talking about going down on me, I said you better not fall in love, you replied and I quote 'I promise if I fall in love with you, you can have my car, Star." Mark stared at me for a few seconds with a dumbfounded expression. "Wait, what?" he said. I stayed quiet as I let the implications sink in. "Wait, that doesn't count, that wasn't an actual bet or anything." "Says who?" I asked. "As I recall I very specifically said 'I'll take you up on that.'" "But..." Interrupting him, "But what, you made a deal, you lost." "Well I didn't actually say..." I narrowed my eyes and walked toward him out of the water, I was on the top step and the water was less than six inches deep, rivulets ran down my body and I crossed my arms, I could care less that I was naked in front of my fiancé and one of his best friends. "Say what, that you love me? Think really careful here." He stuttered, "It... It's just that my dad gave me that car as a gift for college graduation." "Then you shouldn't have bet." "But it wasn't..." I held up my hand stopping him, "You have three choices, one, sign your car to me." I ticked off my fingers as I talked, "Two, tell me you don't love me, in which case you can take back your ring. Three, tell me that you break your promises, that you don't honor your word." "Look how about I buy you the car of your choice, I can even buy one just like it," he pleaded. I was unmoved, I gave him my best blank stare to let him know his pleas fell on deaf ears. Just to slip the dagger in a little more I said, "You should know, that the wife of a husband that breaks his word is never interested in sex." "Never?" "NEVER! She also will never walk around naked, never get tied up, never dress sexy or give special birthday sex. In fact, the wife of somebody who doesn't trust her husband never works out in just her panties and will only wear huge baggy sweats around the house." "Wait, you work out in only your panties?" David asked. "Can I work out with you?" I looked back at him and smiled, "Do you keep your word?" At the same time Mark glared at him, "Really? Right now? That's when you want to intercede? Kind of not helping." David shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "Sorry man." "Don't get mad at him." Mark sighed, "Fine." "Fine what?" I pressed. "Fine, you get the car." "Good, where do you keep the title?" "In my desk in the den." "Good, lets go get it." "What, now?" "Why not?" "Yeah man, why not?" David said. Mark scowled at him as I gave him my sweetest smile. I winked at David, "Somebody's going to get a naked hug after this." David beamed. "And a bloody nose," Mark added. David rolled his eyes, while Mark kept scowling. "Let's go, chop chop, I don't have all day. I've got to get to the DMV to register my new car," I said pushing Mark by the shoulder to turn and go to the den. I followed happily with David behind us, I looked back to see him staring at my ass so I gave it an extra wiggle. I loved the freedom of being nude in front of his friends in our house. I was still dripping wet but the room was warm and my toes sunk into the thick burgundy carpet. Once he got there, he opened one of the numerous drawers on the giant dark mahogany desk and rifled through some papers. He pulled out the title and I quickly looked it over making sure it was to his 1967 500 GT Cobra Shelby Fastback. Grabbing a silver pen from the top of the desk he turned the title over to sign. Making one last effort, "Look babe, my dad is going to kill me if I give you my car." "And I'm sure he'll give you a lecture about the dangers of gambling, but that's your problem not mine," I said tapping the title. "Now sign the damn paper!" With a sigh, he signed the document and handed it to me. I held it up with a grin. "We're so going to DMV today," I said. "What do you think David?" "I'm still waiting for my naked hug." I gave him my biggest smile and moved into his arms, "I'm going to get your clothes all wet." "Worth it," he said as he held me tight. I half expected him to move his hands to my butt but he played it smart and just enjoyed the feel of my naked body pressed to his. After I hugged him, I ran into the bedroom and got dressed. I came back out to find them both standing there waiting for me. Mark glared at David sideways while David smiled at me. "Do I get shotgun in your new car as we drive to DMV?" "Of course," I replied. "FUCK NO!" Mark yelled. He looked at me, "A man keeps his word and a man even gives up the second love of his life to the first, but no way in fucking hell is a man going to sit in the backseat of that love. Not if the first love knows what's good for her." I swallowed, happiness rushed through me as he called me the love of his life. I didn't want to push him and I was so excited to be his. I looked at David, "Sorry." \\\\\* Note: Comments always appreciated.
Bee and David Ch. 06	6,418	4.63	733,619	[ "drama", "interracial" ]	They stood holding each other. The tip of his cleft chin sat high on her head as her signature scent infiltrated his nostrils. He felt that tight embrace close around his heart. David smiled as he heard her peacefully sigh against his broad chest, holding her was absolute bliss. He had never felt this kind of connection with anyone. But with Bianca, he felt like he could conquer any challenge, face any foe, and overcome any obstacle. They stood in the lobby near the front door. The sudden embrace took him by surprise but he welcomed any opportunity to have her in his arms. The fresh scent of oranges lightly surrounded them and she knew her soul had settled. Her arms wrapped around David as she held him tighter. Hugging him seemed to calm her spirits. Earlier, she felt a frightening tingle run down her spine and had a fear that she was being watched. But then, she only saw David's shaded eyes welcoming her. He pulled her into his arms and silently promised protection. His thumbs made neat little circles as they caressed the tensed areas of her body. She found herself melting in his arms. "You okay, love?" His voice held out a hand for permission. She nodded against him and after a few prolonged minutes, pulled back. She was such a sensitive girl. Bianca saw the look in his eyes, he regarded her with concern. "I'm good, Gabby," she tried to convince him. He gave a stout nod. Her enchanting, dark eyes looked up at him. They seemed too big for her. Too tired. "Come, I'll show you to your room." He picked up her bag and grabbed her hand. They ascended the marble staircase. Bianca's heart jumped a little at the prospect of being completely alone with him. He held onto her hand tightly and almost carried her up the steps. Making a left at the top, they walked down a long hallway. Grand paintings decorated the cream walls as women in lilac dresses and bright pearls coyly flirted with well dressed men. The flappers era pieces of art paired up cozily with paintings of huge boats being swept by angry waves. The paintings looked old, but their conditons were pristine. "Your house is amazing. How many rooms are there?" They stopped in front of a door. He turned around, those ghostly eyes fluttered closed then snapped open after a few seconds. "Well, there's seven including two master bedrooms. An entertainment room down below, as you've seen, a study/library, fitness room is below as well next to the laundry room. Oh and there's a pool out back," he nonchalantly rattled off. "Whoa, Gabby!" She exclaimed. He shrugged, "You should take a gander at the house I have in Essex. It's twice as big," then turned the knob. Bianca's mouth dropped even further as they stepped into the second master bedroom. David stopped near the door while she walked into the center of the room. She looked around in amazement. The king sized bed rested against the west side of the wall. It lifted three feet off the ground and was surrounded by flowers. A familiar scent flooded her as she walked over. "Are those--?" "Yes," David cut her off. "...hibiscus petals." He knew they were her favorite. She leaned down, picked one up and took a deep whiff. The fresh smell tickled her nose and a minute later, a light giggle echoed through the room as a faint memory passed. She didn't see David approach and stoop near her. He brushed against her shoulder and her eyes snapped to him. "What's so funny?" He asked, looking down at her. Bianca noticed an excited smile sweep his endearing lips. He looked magnificent when he smiled for her, that slender nose scrunched up and his stone colored, grey eyes illuminated. His smile reminded her of a sunset. The first sunset she had ever seen with her dad. She gently shook her head, Bianca never wanted to associate her tender moments with David and tainted thoughts of her father. She blinked and his smile grew larger. Soon, she became shy under his radiant gaze, "Oh nothing," she gave an innocent look and turned away. He reached for her chin and turned it up towards him. David looked so forcefully into her eyes, she could guess his next words. "I really wish you'd be more open to me," he aired his grievences while staring her down. She had to admit, ever since he said 'I love you', she'd been feeling more and more nervous around him. "I-I was just thinking about the last time I saw one of these," she spoke softly. "I was really nervous about my first day of school and so my mom had a few sent over, I wore a really big one in my hair everyday for the first week." He saw her hesitate then speak again: "Me, in a little pink cotton dress with ballet flats, while a huge hibiscus flower sat in my hair," she giggled again. "I must've looked ridiculous." She clutched her sides and laughed. Before she knew it, Bianca was squirming on the floor as her laughter filled the room. "I was such a weird kid!" She laughed in a low chuckle which escalated to a high pitched giggle. Amused, pretty soon David joined in as he scooped her up and onto the bed, she laughed in his arms. He stood slouched over between her legs. Bianca rested on her elbows, still laughing and looking up at him. "And your mum let you leave the house like that?" he asked with a laugh. His eyes focused in on how calm and carefree she looked. Her usual tight and serious eyes danced as a a few tears of joy slid down her cheek. Bianca sat up, "That was the thing about her, Gabby. She was as eclectic as I was. She would dress like a bohoemian queen one day, and the next it'd be all pantsuits, tight buns and Cat's eyes glasses." She let a final giggle slip. He beamed above her as she disclosed more personal information. She was really opening up to him. Then, in a flash, her effulgence of delight was washed away as that protectively impassive look swept through. She thinned her lips, "Sometimes, I wonder If she'd be proud of me. You know, of all I've accomplished. Walking across the stage and getting those degrees would've meant so much more if-," Bianca closed her eyes and David watched as she took several deep breaths. When she opened them, the force of his stare made her stare. He knew she wanted to continue but held back. He leaned down until their lips were inches from each other, "Don't close me out, Bee. I don't think I could bear it," drifted from his lips and flowed freely through the room. Bianca's chocolate eyes drifted from his precious lips to that hypnotizing gaze. He moved in closer, until their floating bodies finally made contact. David pressed his hard body against her supple curves. He skimmed an arm around her waist and pushed her roughly towards him. Still leaning on one hand, she could hear his ragged breathing. "Gabby-." "I long for you my sweet," he took a second and let his eyes roam over hers. She held an angelic look as he stared her down. "Do you really?" she asked in a dubious state. David ran a hand over her face. Warm velvety soft cheeks smiled up at him. His finger made a circle around the fullness of her lips as he slid his hand lower and grasped her chin. Tilting it up, he trailed feather soft kisses along her jaw line. "I want all of you. Mind, body and soul. And I will have you, Bianca." She squinted at his massive figure totally engrossed around her. "Yes, but only when I'm ready." His lips took hers in a defying kiss. "Yes, ma'am," he drawled out after they parted. That celestial smile drifted forward and she sighed for what felt like the millionth time. In a split second, he wrapped his other arm around her waist and shifted. Bianca straddled his hips as he moved into a sitting position with her on top. Her hips spread wider as David hugged her waist. Her legs folded to the side and they just sat there looking at each other. "I don't ever think I've felt this close to someone," she said, wearing her heart on her sleeve. "You've gotta promise me something, Gabby." "Anything," he told her sweeping the single braids from her shoulder. "Trust me. There's always a reason to my madness. If I can't talk about something, its because I need time to adjust to it," her bottom lip quivered. "Just trust me?" He could see her eyes wide as they gauged his response. "Okay," he nimbly responded. "Okay?" "Okay," he finalized with a strong kiss on her forehead. Bianca wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He was so strong and brave. And he loved her, obviously. But a part of her neuroticly obsessed over one nagging truth. He was rich, filthy dirty rich; she wasn't. She worried since the day they met, that she wouldn't be good enough to fit in his perfect world. Then, as if reading her thoughts, David dazzled her with his supermodel perfect smile, and she knew. Knew that even though they were complete opposites, she would try her hardest to at least seem perfect. He nestled into her neck and that sweet natural smell warmed him. She snuggled against his him. He was worth it. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Half an hour later, she enthusiastically took down her braids while talking to David about what she planned on doing tomorrow. "Can I assist you?" He sheepishly asked easing closer to her. They were still fully dressed and hadn't even left the bed. "Sure," she said then proceeded to show him the most effective untwisting method. He learned rather quickly and Bianca was amazed at how proficient he was. "Am I the first black chick you've ever dated?" He laughed, "You're black?" Bianca smacked his hand, "And so proud of it." He kissed her hairline. "Yes, you are the first woman of colour I've ever courted. His burly hands delicately weaved through Bianca's hair as her thick curls sprang to life in an instant. He brushed a lock behind her ear, "Finished," he told her, running his hands through them. The complexity of her curly mane made him smile. "Your hair is so wild and beautiful." "Thanks." She laid on her back and stared at the ceiling before hearing him sigh. She looked over. "Why are you staring at me like that?" "Like what?" David feigned innocence. "Like there's something on your mind." Sometimes she could read him like a book. There was indeed something on his mind but David looked at his Rolex and saw that it was almost midnight. "Ramsey isn't your son, is he?" "Yes and no, he's my godson. Biologically, he isn't mine but I've been taking care of him since the day he was born. His first words were even, "Bee". It was the happiest day of my life." "Does that mean you want children of your own?" He asked. She shrugged, "Maybe. But I don't want to think about that for a long time. There's still so much I wanna do." He nodded. "I see. Can I ask you something?" She nodded, slowly. "What happened to your mum?" Her eyes widened and she looked away. "She died in a car accident." "And your father?" "I never knew him. He left before I was born," her eyes turned to stone as she thought about her sad childhood. He held her closer. His sudden intrusion made her tense. "I'm sorry if I upset you, darling." "I just haven't thought about it in a long time," she said in a quiet voice then gave him a small smile. But he could see her pain. "So it's really over?" She asked. "Your marriage?" He cleared his throat, "Yes, I can show you the paperwork but not tonight," he told her rising off the bed. "Its very late and we both need our sleep." He pulled her up with him. She could feel him uncomfortably shift and figured she hit a nerve. "What time do you have to be at work?" She asked, changing the subject. "Ten o'clock. And you?" He intertwined his fingers in hers. "I'm off tomorrow. Just gotta lot of errands to run, a few meetings to attend and-" she stopped and David noticed a grin spread across her lovely face. "And what?" He took the bait. "I've got a job interview at 9 before my busy day starts and I'm a little nervous." "Interview?" He inched closer. "Yeah, I mean the pay is a ton better but the title is what I'm really after. It's at Walco and if all goes well, I'll be set. No more struggling to pay the rent or working back to back doubles." David's thin lips set into a straight line. "I can take care of you, Bee. I can give you the world on a silver platter." He was serious again. So serious, it scared her. He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "I don't want your money, Gabby. Just you," she cocked her head to the side and teased him. He smiled, "Sooner rather than later, eh?" Then grabbed her by the waist. "Damn," she cursed. "What?" David asked, bemused. She looked at him through fresh, naive eyes then bit that bottom lip, "I really wanna kiss you." David smirked, but before she could react, he bent forward and firmly pressed his lips against hers. They melted into each other as he grabbed the back of her neck and granted her wish. The tasty little morsel squirmed in his arms as David bit her bottom lip then proceeded to suck on her tongue. She swooned as his gentle kisses set off a longing within her. They embraced like high school adolescents as he fondled her bottom then moved to suck on her neck. She giggled, "Stop, Gabby. Hahaha, we'll never get to bed at this point." He nibbled on her neck, obssessed with the taste of her, "Oh we'll get there. One way or another, love." Bianca gasped and was finally able to crawl out of his grasp. " I mean it, I gotta be up in like six hours." She gave him a serious look. David's eyes wandered. She looked so voluptuous trying to be tough. Her hands were placed firmly on those thickset hips, yet an irresistible grin lay plastered on her lips. She shook her head at him and those loveable curls bounced. A part of David swelled with pride as he could help contribute to her immense beauty. He raised his hands in defeat, "Okay, I concede," then walked to the door. He reached for the handle then turned to face her. "I'll be right next door if you need anything, Bee." His eyes stilled then glistened right before he winked then shut the door upon his departure. She ran to the bed and flopped down on her back. Curiousity got the best of her and she placed her hand over her heart. She gasped right before smiling. "Be still," she told her beating heart before closing her eyes. Twirling a piece of hair between her fingers, she let her imagination run wild. She saw David's daunting figure, silvery hair and bright eyes compelling her. Bianca then, eased off the bed and grabbed her bag, she headed to the bathroom as the sweet smell of hibiscus floated behind her. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* It was a little after midnight when he heard a faint knock on the door. David sat slouched against the headboard responding to emails and rereading Bianca's private record on his iPad. He exited the window the second she popped her head in. It was the cutest thing, like a kid who timidly interrupted a conversation, she bashfully smiled. "I just wanted to say, goodnight, Gabby." He ushered her in. She approached his massive bed then stopped in her tracks. He was wearing a pair of briefs that barely contained him. A white Hanes logo encircled his waist as the all black undies fit him like a glove. His member sat high and heavy. Bianca stared directly at his manhood for a few seconds then looked to David's face which held a salaciously contempt look. Her eyes darted to the floor as he pulled on pajama bottoms then approached her. "Are you blushing, sweetheart?" "N-No!" She stuttered pushing a stray curl behind her ear. Her eyes darted up his naked waist and laid to rest on a bulky figure. Such definition and massive muscle encased within a mysterious man. Since their union he no longer felt the need to keep his sexual remarks to himself. To be quite honest he liked to see her flinch every now and then, it showed how innocent she was. He laughed then tilted her chin up, "What are you wearing?" His eyes roamed her body, she wore his Harvard shirt and stood on her tiptoes to meet his gaze. He looked behind and noticed that the shirt moved with her. Her curved bottom sprang into view and he sharply inhaled. It taunted him so he grabbed for it. Pieces of lavender underwear sat tucked in between her perfect ass. Bianca's mouth dropped open at the act. He ran his hand from the base, along its statuesque flesh and let his hand rest on the top. "You've got such a nice arse," he lewdly smirked. "Arse?" She mocked. He flattened his accent, "Ass." She cocked her head to the side, "I like 'arse' better." David held her hips. "I should go back to bed," she nervously whispered. "Sleep here," he let her go. "Gabby, is that a good idea? I'm not ready for anything physical and I don't wanna--" "All we're going to do is sleep, Bianca," he lifted his hand and ran it through her thick hair. "Believe me, If I wanted you naked and willing in my bed," his voice dropped to a whisper. "I'd have you." His eyes turned a menacing shade of steel as he bit that bottom lip she loved and looked at her like a delinquent. A young man, who coasted dangerously through life; so wanton and irresistible. Every fevered blink moved slowly and with a euphoric pulse. She felt something lightly brush her loins and gently bucked back. "Have me?" She gulped. The way her shirt hung carelessly from her shoulders and the doe eyed look she gave him was almost unbearable. "God, you're beautiful," he let slip out. His glossy grey eyes concentrated on her reaction. Bianca's own grew in size as she let out a shy smile. "Thank you, Gabby," she breathlessly said. She moved to touch him, letting her guard down. He took notice and grinned a little. "Its okay, darling. I love the feel of your skin on mine," he told her looking deeply into those brown whirlpools. "You do?" She asked with a naive expression. He laughed again, "Of course, my sweet. At times, I find it difficult to keep my hands off you." It was then that she saw it. "What's that?" She pointed to the mark on the right side of his chest. "It's a tattoo, my sweet." She looked back up, into his eyes. "I know that, Gabby. But it looks like a-." "It is," he cut her off. "Its a bumblebee etched on my heart." Bianca leaned in closer and studied the beautiful artwork. The bumblebee sat perched on a rose. Her curly afro held streaks of gold and her wide smile sent a tingle down Bianca's spine. She looked back to David. "Is that supppse to be me?" She asked. He nodded. "Why?" she demanded. He reached up to stroke her chin. Her skin was so smooth; a rich darkness covered every inch, like a chocolatier's unfininshed product. "Because you've already left a permanent mark in my heart, Bianca. Why not let the outside match the inside?" That expression spread across her face and he was helpless to stop the light flourish his stomach made whenever she smiled at him. "It's beautiful, Gabby," she looked back down admiringly. "Not nearly as beautiful as you, my sweet." She looked up through hazy eyes, those thick eyelashes clouded her vision and David looked godlike at that moment. He wasn't a small man by anyone's standards. Wide football playing shoulders flowed down to an ivory colored body that seemed too perfect to be true. Attached were heavy manly hips that Bianca dreamed about holding onto as he plunged deeper and deeper into her. She bit her lip and a short breathe flew out. David couldn't believe his eyes. She was unraveling right before him. Her innocent nature was blooming and the seductive woman that laid underneath peeked out \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* She felt herself being watched as the light rays of morning awoke her from slumber. Bianca sharply rose her head and there he was. Her knight. David's shadowy grey eyes made contact with hers as those light dimples flashed, shining brighter than the early morning sun. His entire body seemed to illuminate as it paired so perfectly well with nature's rays. He must have showered, because the smell of fresh strawberries infiltrated the room and lingered. Those creamy muscles rippled as if the sunlight was fuel and Bianca was sure she'd never feel attracted to another man. "Good morning, my moon and stars," he cheerily greeted. She thought for a second then moved her thicket of wild curls to the side, "Good morning, my sunshine," she grinned in a completely awkward way, captivated by his perfection. By his sheer and utterly genuine nature. And he loved it. Her frizzy bed head made him reach out to smooth it down; her hair felt as soft as freshly picked cotton and smelled divine. She propped up onto her elbows and just stared at him. "It's too early for you to look so impeccablely handsome," she groaned. He grabbed her waist and pulled her on top of him. The crisp smell of mint invaded her nostrils as he sighed. David could feel the pounding of her heart against his bare flesh as he lay sprawled on his back. He placed one hand around her waist and the other over her beating heart. "Be still," he said softly. She watched in amazement as her heart obeyed and the pounding slowly but surely ceased. Looking down at his powerful hands, she saw him intricately maneuver his fingers upward until they swept some of her curly strands behind her ear, away from her face, then laid to rest on her chin. He tilted her head up and their eyes danced for what seemed like the millionth time since they met. "You're one to talk, my beauty. I thought my heart would surely leap from my chest the instant you looked at me," he confessed. That long burly finger traced a line around her lips. In an instant she licked them and watched as David's eyes darkened and his grip on her waist tightened. She gave him a quick peck then giggled, "I gotta get dressed, babe." \Babe\ the four letter term of affection meant so much more coming from her. He pulled them both up. "Nosh first," he said leading her off the bed. "Nosh?" She questioned, pulling out of his grasp and walking towards his dresser. He gave her an exasperated look but chuckled, "Food, my sweet." "If I ever visit the UK, its gonna take me forever to learn the slang," she opened the first drawer and searches around before pulling out a pair of boxers. Turning back to David, she slipped them on. Bianca cocked her head to the side and in the sweetest way asked: "Ready, love?" David chuckled, more to himself than to anyone else. He pulled on a pair of flannel pajama bottoms then watched as she walked towards him. She had her hair fixed; a thick curly ponytail hung past her shoulders and swung with each step. She stopped in front of him and the look that played on her face was guileless. "Are you wearing my trousers?" He asked. She smiled coyly, "Yup, and they're über comfy." The all white boxers hung from her hips. No matter what she wore or didn't wear, Bianca radiated sexiness. Her defined curves and confident eyes would make Casanova weak at the knees. If she ever did try to be a sex icon, David was sure his manhood would explode. He leaned closer, and those hypnotic silvery eyes excited her. "Oh my moon and stars, do you ever tire of teasing me?" He asked above a whisper. Bianca cocked her head to the side, "I'm sorry, Gabby," she apologized in an innocent tone, then sighed. She moved closer and reaching up, wrapped her dark arms around his bulky shoulders. She pulled him down to her eye level. "I don't even know HOW I...tempt you." They gazed into each others eyes for a few minutes. The pure innocence that radiated from her was simply adorable. "I'm teasing you, kitten," he growled at her. "Just teasing." He watched her face relax and couldn't stop himself from laughing when she shook her head. "Fool me twice, huh?" She threw him a mocking laugh and walked out of his embrace. "Oh come on, doll!" He yelled out to her. David followed Bianca down the hall and right before they reached the steps, he picked her up. "What, what are you doing, Gabby?" She gasped throwing her arms around his neck. She still felt light in his arms. Her warm, feather soft skin rubbed against his tight flesh and David stifled a groan. They descended the steps, "I can't carry my girl down the stairs?" She lightly dug her nails into his shoulder and stifled a chuckle. "Your girl, huh?" She teased. They reached the bottom and he sat Bianca on her feet. David reached down and helped straighten her up. He pulled the slipped boxers up onto her waist and smoothed down the shirt. His concentration was intense. So intense she let out a giggle. "Oh Gabby, I'm--." He spontaneously pulled her by the waist while he feigned interest in adjusting the boxers. It happened so quickly that Bianca didn't even have a chance to blink. In a flash, David pulled her to him and kissed her possessively. He pushed his tongue in her mouth and smirked when he heard her groan. Then after delivering several bites to her lower lip, he pulled away and the feeling of nirvana left her body just as soon as it came. A little growl escaped her plush lips and her eyes glazed over. She took a quick breath in before that light headed feeling overtook her. "Ohhh!" she groaned, closing her eyes and letting them roll. David grabbed her shoulder and picked her up to meet his eye level. "Mine," he stated with an eyebrow raised. "You're mine, Bianca," his accent drawled. She looked into his very soul and was certain about one thing: his need for her was getting stronger and she didn't know if she could keep up. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ "Okay, babe. I'll see you at 4. Yes, I love you too, Ramsey," Bianca said before hanging up. She took a sip from her mug of hot chocolate then looked up. David sat across the glass dining room table with a peculiar expression. "What's that face for?" She asked him. He took a sip of tea and cleared his throat. "Oh nothing, darling. Just a little jealous." He sat up straight and peered behind her at the crystal wall clock. Their delicious breakfast filled with her favorites and the light conversation were blissful until she remembered to call her godson. David was becoming so selfish when it came to her; he had always been bad at sharing. She smiled and reached across to caress his hand, "And who exactly are you jealous of?" His heart leaped as it felt divine to feel her flesh on his. The smoothness of her delicate dark brown skin atop his, their fleshtones melted into one another as Bianca smiled that smile just for him. A light dance played in her eyes as she humored him. David looked down at her hand on top of his and then back up to Bianca. The look he gave her was so carnal, so erotic. His eyes seemed to growl as they scanned hers and that infinite gleam twinkled. She moved her hand but he snatched it back. "Every chap who you say "I love you" to." She licked her suddenly dry lips and saw his breathing hitch. His large hand gripped hers tighter. He desperately longed to hear her say it, for her to proclaim her love for him. "Jealous is an ugly emotion baby," she whispered. "It'll eat you...alive." Her eyes wandered and she found herself unconciously staring at his crotch as she bit her lower lip. A low moan from David's direction caused her to look up. She wish she hadn't. "Come here, Bee," he commanded. Her cheeks flushed and she shook her head. "No." He grinned then rose. "I said, come here, Bianca." She rose as well. "And I said NO, Crete." His position seemed dominant as he leaned on the table with his hands spread apart. He was glaring now and she wasn't sure if he was really upset or still teasing. He stood up straight and walked over to her. The voracious look in his eye said it all: he wanted her, right then and there. But her nerves got the best of her and she did what came naturally. Before he could reach her she spun around the table and headed for the stairs. "Where are you going?!" He yelled after her. "Gotta get ready for my interview!" Her faint voice echoed as she climbed the steps. She had to get away from him. "Oh darling, I was just teasing!" He tried to reaasure her. \BANG\ The bedroom door slammed shut. "Jesus, Bee," David ran a hand through his hair. "Just let me in." \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ She slammed the door, then ran over to the enormous bed. Each step felt as if an electrical current zapped her. Not her entire body, just certain parts. And she had to take care of it. She rubbed her thighs together in an effort to combat the horniness. The tingle ran deep, though; spreading like an infectious disease. Soon her whole body was on fire. She pulled the boxers down and climbed high, onto the feather soft bed. Her hands were between her legs before she had time to think. Bianca slid her panties to the side and felt her wetness in an instant. Her entire bottom half was soaked as she took the remaining piece of clothing off and slid a finger down her slit. "Ahh fuck!" She groaned as the feeling of bliss hit her. She could feel her appetite growing as she went deeper and rubbed faster; her hands became a sticky mess. "Oh my god!" She groaned then swallowed the scream that threatened to erupt. Her mind finally focused and she was able to concentrate on the building orgasm. She imagined David in all his naked glory. He would slither across the floor towards her and firmly plant himself in between her legs. In her mind, his face held a lusty shock of surprise. Bianca closed her eyes and felt her juices taint the bed as she masturbated to the image of him devouring her. She concentrated so hard on achieving her clímax, she never even heard the soft knocks on her bedroom door. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ "I'm a stupid bloke," David told himself as he climbed the stairs. "Don't throw yourself at her, Crete." He raced down the hallway and stopped in front of her room. After delivering two knocks on her door, he tried his luck and twisted the knob. Opening the door, the spicy aroma of lust hit his nostrils. He inhaled deeply and felt his libido grow as his mouth dropped. Just a few feet away was his dear Bee. On her bed. With her hands between her legs, rubbing herself to submission. His eyes popped as they honed in on the sweet pink flesh between her legs. Her cunt looked so delicious that David licked his lips several times. "Ohhh my goodness! Mmmhhm!" He watched his love moan out. Saw her face twist in desire. Then a streak of anger blurred his vision. He saw a slow carnal smile spread across her face as she palmed her dark little pussy. She was close to cumming. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her breathing sped up. "BIANCA!" David shouted then slammed the door. Her eyelids snapped open and she arched her back as lightening pulsed through her. "DAVID!" She called out as an orgasm ripped through her body. She fell onto the bed in a sweaty mess as he approached her. "You, naughty little jezebel," David chastised out loud. Within two long strides, he was positioned in front of her. With a flushed face, she rose on her elbows then closed her legs, embarrassed at her semi nude state. "Gabby, I'm--I'm-," she tried to huff out. He grabbed her ankles and opened her legs wide, dropping to his knees, he chuckled. "..Mine," he cut her off. "All mine." His usual grey eyes were now a piercing steel as he looked at her hungrily. Lowering himself, he came face to face with her sweet pussy. David blew on it and watched her body shudder. Sticking out his tongue, he went in for the kill. His tongue slid down her wet slit as he attached his entire mouth to her cunt. Sweet translucent flavors exploded on his tongue as he moaned delight into her lower half. "Ohh!" She screamed as he licked her clean. Bianca threw her head back in ecstasy while David licked her from top to bottom. He lifted one of her legs in the air and buried his tongue deeply in her. Her little hole clenched immediately as he used his thumbs to pry her delicate folds aside and lick her creamy center. She was so spicy,a hint of exoticness poured from her body and into his mouth. He swallowed her juices and groaned in bliss as she warmed his belly. Her body quivered as another orgasm tickled her tummy. His tongue traveled through her, searching for warmth. David's teeth teasingly bit at her meaty cunt lips. She gasped then leaned forward on her elbows. He looked so small between her legs, the majestically hulky man she was so used to seeing posessively chase her had shrunken to a mortal standing. His mouth continued to please her body beyond measurement. She could see his famished tongue swiftly sweep her pussy lips, side to side. David had never wanted to please a woman like he wanted to please Bianca. He could feel himself going insane as each drop filled his mouth. The taste of blackberries flooded his senses, sweet yet bitter. He looked up into her shocked eyes and spread her legs wider. "Oh my...GOD!" She squealed as he ran his tongue over her throbbing clit. "Fuck, Gabby! My-my clit!" She screamed in ecstasy. Her voice was high, somewhat whiny and it turned him on. David looked up and saw her furiously shake her head, then eye him. Her eyes were set aflame with lust as she dangerously swayed her hips. Then, he moved to bite her. "Oww!" She peeped out. He smirked then went back in on her love box. Her body rose several degrees and she threw her hands in his hair. "Ohhh Gabby," she moaned just as he slid his tongue down then up her slit. He couldn't get enough of her. The taste of her sweet nectar would remain with him forever. He roughly yanked her back everytime she tried to back away from his tongue lashing. His nails dug into her bottom as he roughly palmed her full ass cheeks. David then, slid his tongue up and chewed on her engorged pink clit. It was so round and hard. He felt her body spasm and knew it wouldn't be long now. His teeth teased the sensitive skin and then, with no warming he nibbled. "Ohh Gabby, don't-! FUCK!" She screamed as another orgasm blindsided her body and a shock ran from the tip of her toes all the way to her belly button. "DAVID!" She cried out his name as her pussy spasmed and she grabbed his head. David's nose swept across her light pubic hair and he inhaled quickly. "Mmhhmm," he moaned, letting the scent of her travel through him. It was airy yet dark. Like eating forbidden fruit. He knew he shouldn't have but he just couldn't let her finish without him. She continued to grind herself on his face, her thick curvy hips swayed in the sexist way. It was hypnotizing and soon David found himself rock hard. He wanted her on all fours with her ass in the air but knew it would take some warming up to. For now, he would just enjoy dining on her southern cuisine. He licked her treasure until a contented sigh left Bianca's lips, then gave her velvety soft hole a kiss as she shuddered. Their heavy groans filled the room as she stilled. He slowly rose from between her legs and hovered over her immobilized body. His appearance was delightful. That dark hair seemed unruly as those bright grey eyes burned a hole through her. He had never looked so provocatively wanted. Her juices coated the bottom half of his face and every few seconds he would lick his lips, savoring the taste of her. The look she gave him made the bulge in his pants grow bigger, so much bigger that it poked her in the hip. Her usually dark eyes grew brighter as her face developed a very saint-like look. His angel. Then as if on cue, she dazzeled him again. Bianca made an attempt to shield her eyes. She threw her arms over her head and her hands over her face. She looked like an embarrassed child. David heard her moan then asked: "Who are you hiding from, kitten?" She took a few deep breaths then unraveled her arms, lifted her chin higher and spoke through closed eyes. "I'm sorry, Gabby," she apologized. "For what?" He asked, incredously. She bit her bottom lip and opened her wet eyes. "I don't know. I just can't help but think I've done something wrong." It hit him then, she was really inexperienced. "Have you ever had sexual contact with anyone, ever?" "No," she whispered. "I've never even seen a-a-um?" She looked down at his bulge then back up to his face. Electricity ran through them. "Say it, sweetheart," he commanded staring. "A dick," slipped from between her sweet lips and tainted the surrounding space. He lifted her into a sitting position and held her face close to his. Then, almost instantly, his lips smashed against hers in a rough kiss. She tasted herself as he slid his tongue past her teeth and made her brain melt. The force of their contact ended with Bianca flat on her back and David nibbling on her neck. "Oh Gabby," She begged. Her arms were spread above her head as she felt herself getting wet all over again. He moved upward and sucked harder on the flesh behind her ear. "Say it," he commanded. She was panting now, "Ahhhh, please Gabby-" He held her arms down as he leaned over. A thick sexual tension hung in the air as he stared the exhausted beauty down. "The next time this happens," he spoke softly and inched closer, "...I'm going to fuck the shit out of you," he growled at her. Her big brown eyes widened as everything clinched. She could feel her cheeks warm and heart beat erratically. The carnal look on his face told her he was serious. Those grey eyes stilled as he looked into the very pit of her soul. He pulled them both up and kissed her one final time. They stared for what seemed like forever then he let her go, she landed with a soft thud on the bed. He stood then took several steps back. "Get dressed, my love. You look absolutely dirrrty." "Mhmm," she softly moaned but shook her head "yes". She saw him smile then watched his eyes gaze over her body. He gave her a stout nod then retreated from the room. She waited a few seconds before making a dash to the bathroom. Once there, she removed the remaining clothes and jumped into the steaming hot shower. She was in too much of a rush to think about the recent erotic actions. But her mind thought otherwise. Her body felt like lava as she closed her eyes. His hands surrounded every inch of her. After touching her most intimate parts and savoring the taste of her juices, David had really showed her how sexually experienced he was. His mere tongue reduced her to a squirming mess. She traced a soapy line down her sides, past her dark midsection until she reached her hips. They seemed wider, and more defined. The feel of them as she lathered and rinsed her body off gave her an empowered sense. And then she envisioned the look of David's lusty eyes and his eagerness made the still churning fire in her privates move to her cheeks. She felt empowered. Like the pride of womenhood was vested upon her shoulders. Bianca cleaned up then climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her. She hummed a tune then went to get dressed. "Ohhh fuck!" She cursed herself after realizing she grabbed the wrong bag. She had nothing in the big nike duffel bag appropriate to wear to a job interview. "Damnit!" Two rapid knocks on the door startled her. She walked over to the bed and took a seat. "Come in," she commanded. The door slowly opened and Jean-Marc walked in. "Bee, good morning." She gave him a defeated smile. "Morning, Jean-Marc." Holding the plush white towel closer to her body, she cursed herself for not slipping something on. She was nearly naked and a tad uncomfortable in his presence. Jean-Marc, on the other hand didn't notice. He approached her with a soft demeanor and stood a respectful five feet away after noticing an unsettled vibe. He carried two large shopping bags and stood before her. "Mr. Crete informed us about your interview last night and he wanted to make sure you dressed the part." He handed the bags over to her. "What's this?" she asked. He smiled lightly and simply said: "A goodluck gift." Then turned to leave. "But-how?" She sputtered, leaping from the bed. He stopped then turned to face her. His mint green eyes held confusion. "He's a Crete, mon amore," his french tone deepened then he gave her a shrug. "They know everything," he said before leaving. She stood there for a few moments then glanced at the clock. '7:13am.' "Damn," she whispered. Bianca reached into the first bag and pulled out an ivory pencil dress. It was elegent and simply chic. The tag was still attached. It was almost $1400. She let out a huff. "Whoa, Gabby! Alexander McQueen?" she read the label. Holding it higher, she admired the lightly padded shoulders and the dip in the bust. She laid it on the enormous bed and searched for underwear. The feeling of silk reached her fingertips as a matching black bra and thong fell from the bottom of the bag, along with a bustless stretch slip. She slipped on the underwear with ease and pulled up the slip. Grabbing the dress and rushing to the full length mirror, she closed her eyes, stepped in and shimmed it up. She stood there afraid to open her eyes. He had bought the dress for her. But what if it didn't fit well? "Ugh!" she groaned but opened her eyes. They dropped when she saw herself. Bianca smiled briefly at her reflection before the stern look replaced her small bliss. She cocked her head to the side. "It's just a face, Wilson," then smoothed down the dress. David's face infiltrated her thoughts and she could feel her body reheating. Bianca turned on her heel and finished dressing. She didn't want to keep her love waiting. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* David held his breath then let a heavy sigh escape. It was nearly eight am. He sat in the living room and reread her file, looking deeper into her history. He gasped when a police report popped up. His dear Bee had been hurt. His stomach dropped and he almost vomited. David switched the iPad off and put it away. How had he not seen this before? She was much more fragile than he thought. He rose and walked to the front door. "She's so strong," he spoke to a waiting Jean-Marc. "Much stronger than she appears." "And how did you gather that?" "Reread her file. And there was a police report attached," David spoke in a lower tone. He fiddled with the tie on his suit. Jean-Marc gave him an irritated sigh. "I really don't think she'd like you doing that. It's an invasion." "She's an investment, Marc. And you know I protect my investments. I need to-" "..Know everything, yes I know. But she's a person. A woman nevertheless. Mark my words, if Bianca ever finds out you know these deep dark secrets without her telling you, she'll break. And like you said, she's already so-" Jean-Marc stared over his shoulder with wide eyes. David turned around just in time. Both men looked on with appreciation as Bianca descended the marble staircase. The ivory pencil dress fit her better than he could of hoped. Her already shapely hips swayed in such a way that it drew him to her. The red Mary Jane styled pumps click-clacked with a vengeance. She did a prideful little jump off the last step and walked with one hand on her hip towards them. A Saint Laurent tote bag draped along her arm and peeked open a bit, revealing a manilla file. She stopped inches from David. Her pouty scarlet lips smiled up at him as she leaned in. "Thanks," she whispered before kissing him on the cheek. He blushed, then took her hand. "I'd do anything for you, Bianca." She smiled wide and that toothy grin appeared. Jean-Marc turned and headed out the door. "And about earlier, I'm sorry if my intrusion made you uncomfortable," he tried to explain. "Gabby," she stopped him. Her eyes stared deeply into his remorseful ones. "Don't be sorry. Just be careful, baby." Her deliberately alluring words floating through the heated air. She turned towards the front door then reached back to grab his hand. His eyes traveled to her backside and out of the corner of her eye she saw him bite his lip. Bianca loved the attention he showed her. She pulled him to the door but didn't anticipate him stopping before it to pick her up. He kissed her cocoa covered neck and said it again. "I love you, Bee." She felt the fire creep to her throat as she dangled in his arms. She bit that harlot red bottom lip as a nervous look and feel swept her. "Ohh Gabby," she sighed against him. She wasn't ready. He accepted the sad truth for now. David kissed her nose and sat the stacked beauty on her feet. He smiled brightly, hiding his disappointment, then swung his arm around her in that possessive manner she'd grown accustomed to secretly liking. "Let's knock them dead, darling," he said escorting her out the door. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* He sat staring at her in disbelief. Was he really gonna be spending the rest of his life with a woman as beautiful, elegant and charming as she was? The leather interior of the Lincoln acted as a therapeutic indulgence. He held her close, hand in hand as her soft curls rested in the nape of his neck. Jean-Marc put in a piece by Mozart to relax the atmosphere. David confessed to him that she was all too nervous about her interview. He too seemed nervous when mentioning it to his best friend and confidant. He couldn't mess this up. David knew his feelings were wrapped too tightly within her to even imagine hurting his love. His thumb gingerly ran across her knuckles as she hummed the piece. She was in a good place. Even the ride through downtown traffic was peaceful until she rose her head. "There was something you wanted to say last night?" Her eyes acussed him. His lips thinned and he called for Jean-Marc. "Un peu d'intimité, s'il vous plaît," he requested. Jean-Marc immediately popped in a pair of headphones and the volume in the car ceased. David turned to face her. "I know about your hospital visit." His eyes were soft but concerned. Bianca'a head whipped around to Jean-Marc and after realizing he couldn't hear them, she turned to David. "David, how could you possibly know that?" She squinted. "Are you angry?" He asked. "Yeah, a little bit! I like my privacy, Crete. And besides I'm okay." He grabbed her chin. "You were not okay, Bianca. So cut the bullshit." He was glaring again. "Now you're angry, my sunshine," her eyes dropped. His hand dropped, "Not at you, darling," he cooed. "I just want you safe and healthy, Bee." "What about happy? Don't you wanna see me happy, Gabby?" "Of course. Are you happy, Bianca?" She unbuckled her seat belt and climbed into his lap. "That's not safe, sweetheart," he warned, but she ignored it. Instead Bianca wrapped her arms around him. They skated around his neck and her hands laid to rest on his broad muscular chest. She stared at the crease in his shirt before finally making eye contact. David could see a bit of wetness hiding behind them. "I wasn't at first," she whispered the confession. "Why?" "My feelings for you scared me, Gabby. I told you before I don't do relationships. And its for good reason. I'm--." She bit her lip. "...Not good at showing emotion and people nowadays seem to fall hard. I just want to have fun but I'm sure I've broken a few hearts along the way." "Sweetheart-." "I don't wanna break your heart, David!" She told him. Her bottom lip quivered. "That's what all of this will eventually boil down to." He stroked the side of her face. "You won't, kitten. And I won't break yours." "Promise?" She asked, playing with the half heart pendant dangling around her neck. David gave her a reassuring kiss. He could taste her vulnerability. It left a cold feeling in the bottom of his stomach but gave him determination. Their lips parted and that magnificent smile spread along her face. "I promise I'll never hurt you, Bee," he swore. "Or leave me?" He leaned his head against hers, "Or leave you, dollface. I'll be eternally faithful." She kissed his forehead then both cheeks and finally his chin. Her red lipstick left big kiss marks all over his face. He relaxed in her scent. "What sort of perfume do you use?" She scrunched her nose up. "I don't really use perfume. I have this natural body wash my nana makes. It's um coconut and hibiscious, same as my conditioner and body lotion." He took a huge overdramatic whiff of her hair then sighed. "Its divine," his glacial grey eyes glazed over. She laughed, "Drama queen," then kissed him again. He tilted her chin up and trailed teasing kisses along her jawline. Their embrace only stopped when the car did. He leaned forward and tapped Jean-Marc on the shoulder. He pulled the headphones out, gave a silent nod and got out of the car. David then turned back to Bee. "Ready, love?" He cocked his head to the side and asked. She had been staring at his silk tie and noticed the monogram across the top. It spelled out "B&D". She looked back up into those magicial grey eyes and could feel every nervous muscle relax. There was a glow to him, like a moth to a flame, that drew her in. Jean-Marc opened the door. "More ready than I've ever been," she said taking Jean-Marc's hand but looking into David's eyes. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ "You can take a seat in the waiting room, Ms. Wilson," the strawberry blonde told her. She arrived mere moments before her interview with her nerves intact. Bianca took the clipboard and made a sharp turn. She approached an oak door and turned the knob. What was once soundly chatter, quickly stopped the second she walked in. The brightly lit room was about the size of a large corporate boardroom. A metal rectangular table sat in the middle along with eight seats. Seven of those seats were filled with some of the most handsome men she had ever seen. A man with neatly groomed red hair and sky blue eyes stood at the head of the table. He did a double take as his firey eyebrows raised in an intriguing expression. "Mr. Wilson?" his foreign dialect caught her by surprise. She shook her head as eyes of all different color wandered over her body. "N-no. MISS. Wilson," she said in a nervous state. He nodded right before she smiled. His body felt weak as her beauty radiated and a gentle sigh left the lips of the dark siren. "Ah yes," he cleared his throat. "Please, take a seat." She walked forward and grabbed a seat next to a young brown eyed man. "Hey," she gave a small smile and quick greeting. He nodded then gave a quick smile. The redhead and the rest of the men continued to stare at her until she smiled again and they shook their heads as if snapping out of a trance. "Well, Miss Wilson's presence allows us to continue. Welcome, my name is Allister McMillian and you all are now full time staff of Walco." There were hushed whispers as everyone looked around. "Just like that," Bianca stated. "Hired without an interview? A few heads nodded as they waited for an answer. "Of course, but you all were first interviewed via phone, correct? Then you had a one on one interview last week?" Everyone nodded. "Walco does extensive research on prosepective employees. Everyone in this room has been been background checked and has had their career history throughly looked through. Now, each of you have been hired for a particular sect. Miss Wilson, for example, will be a viable asset to the customer relations department." Everyone turned to her again. "I just like people," she said then smiled. That spark in her eyes twinkled and everyone felt it. The rest of the interview was actually their first day of work. Allister shower them to their departments and left with the promise to see them by lunchtime. Bianca noticed a shift in the interoffice dynamics the second he left. She was holding a light conversation with the brown eyed, quiet guy from her group after their tasks were completed. He introduced himself as Matthew Tate and quickly warmed up to her. They stood in the hallway near the water fountain while the rest of the guys talked animately across from them. "Maybe its just me but the people here are kinda, um. They're-" she tried to explain in a whisper. "Douches??" He laughed. "Hahaha! Exactly. Like Jack and the guys who got placed in the business department. They sort of have this entitled sense." "They've got an entitled stick up their asses too," he joked pushing the thick glasses back onto his face. His nerdy yet casual appearance relaxed her. Tweed patchy blazer and dark jeans stuck to his thin figure. Every few seconds he'd push his scraggly dark hair out of his eyes. "Hehehe, you're crazy M.T." "Well, I hope you've enjoyed it because after today, I'm sure they'll seperate us. You'll go with the richies to Bev Hills and I'll join the IT geeks in pergatory," he took a sip of water. "Ew, they're too rich for my blood." They talked for a few more minutes while completing paperwork. After noon they were called back into the waiting room. Matthew walked ahead of her. She checked her phone and saw a message from David. 'Hope everything is going well, love. Give me a ring when you get a spare moment. Just wanted to check on you. -Gabby' A big smile spread across her face as she sent him a reply. 'Everything is going great, my sunshine. I love this place and I even made a friend. No worries, they're happily married. LOL. I should be done around noon. Give you a call then. Muah!-Your bumblebee.' Bianca pressed send then threw the phone in her purse as she walked a few steps with her head down. But, before she could look up, a figure collided into her. "Oh sorry," she apologized looking up. His chilly blue eyes sent a shiver through her. That tall swimmers physique and bright blonde hair stopped her in her tracks. It was as if her worst nightmare came true. His sharp features and ghostly attractiveness towered above her in a powdered suit, his hair reached past his neck and dangled like an empty noose. That straight cut nose rose in a presumptious way as his blood orange lips set into a thin line. "You!" She whispered an accusation. She took a step back but he grabbed her waist. "Are you okay, ma'am?" he inched closer. That deep southern accent ticked. She blinked several times and her memory failed her. The once frightening image of her vulnerablity flashed then faded away. "Oh I'm sorry," her once gentle and genuine nature was back. "Excuse me, sir. I wasn't watching where I was going." She tried to pull out of his inappropriate hold. He removed his hand for fear of frightening her. "No harm done, little lady." His eyes intimidated her as he stared with obvious appreciation and something dangerous. She had never feared a man's look before. She gave a nod before flashing that smile then turned on her heels and headed for the waiting room. He walked backwards but his eyes moved with her. Past those delicate shoulders, down her body until he reached the dip between her hips and butt. Bianca could feel his eyes watching her as she walked away. The creepy feeling flashed her back to that night at Sinister's. Those eyes. That voice. It WAS him. She spun back around, ready to face her imaginary tormentor. But, he was gone. A confused expression spread along her face as he watched her from behind a low leveled wall. She turned around once more and stepped back into the waiting room. He brushed his blonde hair behind his ear and enjoyed the view of her walking away. She bit her plush bottom lip and squinted before putting a hand on her hip. Her statesque and alluring figure haunted him. He'd never wanted a woman so bad but he'd have her, whether she wanted him to or not. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ "Oh baby," Bianca laughed, squirming. David picked her up and placed kisses all over her face. "Come on, Gabby. Someone might see." The moment she stepped out of work he was there and ambushed her into a hug. Several of her new coworkers looked on in amusement. But David didn't care. He kissed her full lips and ran his hands through her thick hair. "Oh I missed you sweetheart," he proclaimed once they parted. He sat her back on her feet but pulled her to him. David looked down on his lovely Bee and a rushed happiness flooded through his heart. She leaned into him and sighed as his smoky scent put her worries to rest. Her eyes traveled from that gorgeous cleft in his chin towards his perfect nose and the second their eyes met, she melted. The look he gave her was blissful. Wide grey eyes danced a slow waltz as they peered into her. Magically wonderful pupils dilated as if he had achieved an ultimate high. It was love. She reached up to caress his cheek, "And I've missed you, my sunshine," she said, turning him red. Every little move she made got him emotional, she was his kryptonite and didn't even know it. He grabbed her hand and kissed it gently. Then David wrapped his arm around her as they headed back to the car. Her phone buzzed once they were on the road. "Hola, mi hombre," she greeted leaning peacefully against David. "Bee! I need you!" Lanely screamed. "Are you okay?" She bolted upright. His voice returned to normal, "Uh no! I'm freaking out. My goddamn model just quit on me and I have to finish this shoot today!" "Wait, the "Ultimate beauty" shoot with Kari?" she looked over and David sat watching her. That forefinger ran across his moist bottom lip. "Um, um," she sat hypnotized for a few seconds. "Wait, what do you need from me, Lane?" "I need you, Bee. I need you to take her place." "I-I-. Hold on a second." She put the phone on hold. David's hand dropped. "Gabby, should I?" she meekly asked. "Should you what?" he brushed her hair off her shoulders. "Lane really needs my help with a business deal. I don't wanna let him down but-" she hesitated. "He's your friend, Bianca. I think you should help him." She squinted at him. Just yesterday, they were at each others throats. And, now, he was with her rushing to help Lanely. "You do?" He caressed her cheek, "Yes," he said through thin lips. She raised the phone to her ear but continued to look at David. "Okay, Lane." "Yes!! Thank you, my love! I owe you one. Get down to Kari's studio on Rush and LaSalle. We just finished setting up. We'll get you into hair and make-up ASAP." "Okay, I'm on my way." "Te quiero, mi abejorro," he whispered. (I love you, my bumblebee.) She smiled, knowing that he could probably feel it through the phone, "Y yo a ti, Lane." (And I you, Lane.) They hung up and she just stared ahead, knowing David was watching her. He slipped his arm around her and twirled a piece of hair between his fingers. "How was your interview?" He asked. She relaxed, "Actually, you're looking at the newest employee of Walco, Inc." "Congrats, darling! Did you hear that, Marc?" He directed his voice towards the front. "But of course. Congrats, Bee," Jean-Marc told her. "Thanks, Jean Marc," she giggled then turned back to David. "Look at you. A new job today and your birthday is in less than 48 hours. You're going to be bustling Bee, aren't you? She bit that lip again. "I already am, Mr. Crete. And about my birthday, the answer is no." He raised an eyebrow. "Girls don't usually say "no" to me, Ms. Wilson." "Well, I'm not a girl, Crete," she crossed her legs. "I'm. A. Woman," she pronounced every word in a slow, deliberately seductive tone. Her eyes ablaze with an emotion David had never seen before. He could only nod and agree. Then she smiled and he lost his breathing. "No, to what?" he found some strength. She cocked her head to the side. "Why, to everything. No party, no lavish gifts and no surprises." "So you don't want to celebrate your birthday this year?" "I do but I just want it to be in a close and intimate setting," she said. "I usually like to be alone." "Why?" he pried, his light grey eyes squinted. Her jaw clenched, "Its just the way its always been. But, if you want, we can spend the day together." His eyes twinkled. "Can we?" He held her closer. "Yes, tomorrow we're just training more and Wednesday is all paperwork so I'll be done early and I'll be yours by noon," her face lit up at the thought of being alone with him again. He cupped her chin and ran his thumb across it. "Perfect," he purred in that British accent. He was so dangerously close. She could still smell herself on his breath, it was a potent yet exotic aroma. He licked his lips and she felt it coming. They flew towards each other, he held her body while she cupped his face then, savagely ran her hands through his hair. He couldn't fathom what she was doing to his heart. Their adrenaline raced as a window seperating the front and back seats rose, giving them much needed privacy. An airy romantic tune floated through the car. Possessively kissing him, she sucked on his tongue, falling more and more for his taste. A spectacular invasion exploded within her and pumped through her veins. She had never felt so alive. So wanted and sexy. He made her feel like a woman. As she internally grappled with the twisted feeling of him contributing to her feminity. She sighed once more before he pushed her against the backseat of the car and fondled her curves. His eyes glazed as his hands skated over her thick hips and found their way to the arch of her ass. He roughly pulled her closer and a little giggle escape. "What's so funny?" he asked delivering fresh bites to her neck. "You can't keep your hands off me, can you?" she asked through a stifled moan. He bit her shoulder. "I can, I just choose not to, sweetheart." She grabbed his hands and held them to the side. "Look at you, Gabby. You're sooo ready baby." A smirk appeared on those smeared red lips. His eyes darkened. "Are you having a laugh at me, Bianca?" "Maybe," she teased. She let his hands go and to her surprise, he didn't move. Instead he pulled back and sat up straight. "How about a wager then?" he proposed, tapping that long forefinger against his temple. She squinted. "What do you mean?" "I bet that I can keep my hands off you UNTIL the eve of your birthday." "What happens if you win?" She asked. He got closer and whispered: "If I win, I can have you however I want that night." Those eyes flashed dangerously and she was caught in his foreign web. He pulled back to gauge her reaction. She just sat there and stared, her impassively cool demeanor frightened him. A few moments passed then she parted her lips and spoke. "And if I win?" "You can have whatever your heart desires, my sweet." She smiled, but not her usual radiant one. This smile was unusally deadly. Her eyes didn't even glow, they just sat callous and expectant. She looked at her phone then back to David. "Deal," she said stretching out her hand. He took her dark, delicately strong hand in his and felt as if he had just made a deal with the devil. Then she pulled him closer and placed a soul sucking kiss on him. Bianca tugged at his bottom lip before letting go. She could see the little vein on the side of his neck convulse and then smiled her glorious smile. "Let's start now," she said before Jean-Marc opened her side door. David sat there a bumbling mess. "Um-of, yes, my sweet. Oh goodness," he fixed his tie. She smirked then cocked her head to the side. "See you tonight, love," she said before exiting. Her chocolate eyes teased him. He got out after her and stood next to Jean-Marc. She gave them both a little wave and walked into the tall burgendy building. "You really love her, yes?" Jean-Marc asked after she disappeared. They leaned against the car. "I do, Marc," David said not bothering to turn to him. Jean-Marc sighed, then reached into his jacket pocket. He handed something to David. "Hans found it this morning. I wanted to wait until Bee was out of sight to tell you." David frowned at the picture. They got back in the car and Jean-Marc briefed him. "We dusted it for fingerprints and came up with nothing." "But?" David waited for him to continue. "But, I do think someone is after our Bee," he said. David smirked, "Our Bee?" He chuckled then shook his head at his best friend. "What can I say?" Jean-Marc replied. "She's such a delight and I won't let anything happen to her." He pulled into a low level garage building and tried to find a parking space. "Glad we're on the same page," David said as they got out and entered the elevator. "Good, because Kieran is on his way back, as well." \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ They pulled out security passes and scanned them in front of a camera. The elevator ascended higher and higher until it reached the top floor. They stepped out and greeted a tall man in an all white suit. He was painted a rich dark color and had to be at least 6'5; his eyes were a cold menacing black. "Hans," David greeted him. Shaking the dark figure's hand he gave a little nod. "Crete," his booming German voice echoed. As if his tall intimidating physique wasn't daunting enough. His voice was like the sound of a thousand drums all beating at once. They exchanged greetings then proceeded to walk further into the unit. They entered an office. Jean-Marc locked the door then flipped a switch turning walls that were once pale and empty, over. Pictures, notes and schmatics were plastered everywhere. Hans walked over to the podium, flipped a switch by its base and a digital moniter appeared in front of the massive dry erase board. "Here's what I know so far regarding, Bee." Both David and Jean-Marc nodded. "Well, she socially interacts with three main people," another screen popped up and three familiar face stared at David. Hans enhanced the first. "Cleopatra Madison Colt," a firey picture of CoCo in her snakeskin dress from Sinister caught their eyes. But their attention rapidly shifted to the curvaceous brunette holding a smolderingly shocked look. Bee stood there with her deer in the headlights look giving them all shortness of breath. Knees were slightlty bent as CoCo had thrown her arm around Bee's neck. She had her left hand on her hip and posed like a model while Bee's awkwardly displaced stance gave her the sexist innocent look. Scarlet lips curved into a half smile as those delicious curves filled the cherry red dress completely. "Goodness," Jean-Marc admired. "You know how to pick 'em, eh Crete?" Hans threw a chuckle at him. "What can I say, I love the finer things in life," David remarked after smiling. Hans continued: "Born, August 22nd, 1989 in Chicago, Illinois. She and Bianca became friends at the tender age of two. She became a mother at 15 but went on to study Fashion and Design at Columbia College. She graduated while interning for DKNY her sophmore year." Another picture popped up. "Ramsey Michael Colt," Hans continued as they all gazed at the next image. Bianca stood in a cap and gown as Ramsey was wrapped around her, they posed for a picture on her graduation day. She had this glow about her that made David want to explode with happiness. "Born September 4, 2004, he's Bianca's only godson and her pride and joy. He's trained in tae kwon do, speaks two languages and reads at an 8th grade level." The last picture popped up and David could feel his blood boil. "Lanely Miguel Cortez, born November 15th, 1989 in Los Angeles, California. Moved to Chicago at age 7 and instantly befriended your Bee. He also graduated from Columbia College while interning at a modeling agency and music studio. He makes a living as a music producer, model and entrepreneur." A picture of Bee and Lane donning swimsuits in front of a huge beach appeared. He had her in his arms, her thick legs wrapped around his waist. He held her curvy bottom while giving a seductive look. Bee's head was thrown back in laughter, thick curls hung like a pendulum down her back. "I need as much information as you can gather on him. He's already becoming a pain in my arse," David told Hans. He walked over to the window and looked out into the clear sky. At that very moment he wondered how his beloved was doing and wished that he was with her. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* "Baby, come on," she pleaded. "No!" Ramsey yelled. "You're my bumblebee!" He held on tighter. Right after her photo shoot, she and Lane raced to pick him up from school. His enthusiam upon seeing her warmed her heart. Until she had to leave later on that night. Ramsey attached himself to her left leg, as he often did to get his way. "Rams, I'll be right back after work tomorrow, babe." "No! He can't have you," Ramsey protested as Lanely attempted to remove him from her leg. "No, Uncle Lane!" "Be cool, Rams," Lanely said. He hopped off and stood with his arms crossed and an angry look. Bianca stooped down to his eye level. "Baby boy, what's wrong?" She asked unfolding his arms. "I'm not sharing you!" He yelled. She squinted those dark eyes. "Ramsey, if you raise your voice at me again, you won't be able to sit down for weeks. I didn't raise you to be a selfish, annoying little brat so you'd better snap out of it." His little brown arms dropped, then his head. "I'm sorry, momma," he apologized. A rush of tears cascaded down his fluffy cheeks. "Ooh baby, no. I'm not mad, I just don't understand why you're acting like this," she raised his head and saw those big hazel eyes dim. Lanely leaned over and rubbed his back. "You'll leave me like she did and never come back," the little one admitted his worst fears. She grabbed his face and pulled him closer, "Like who, babe?" "My mommy," he said in the saddest voice. Bianca squinted then looked over at Lanely. "Did Cleopatra leave for New York today?" She asked Lanely. "Yeah, Bee. It was on facebook." Bianca closed her eyes and let a deep sigh wash over her as she held in her own emotions. She pulled him closer and wiped his tears away. "Ramsey, look at me." His eyes focused in on her. "You're my little boy and I love you more than anything in this world, Rams. Don't ever be afraid that once I leave out that door, I won't come back," she stroked his chin. "I'll always come back for you. I love you, Ramsey." Then she smiled that smile and his face lit up. He had never seen a more beautiful person. She was his angel. "I love you too, momma Bee." He fell into her arms in a tight embrace and she picked him up. "I'm gonna tuck him in," she told Lanely. "Okay, I gotta make a phone call," he whispered holding up his phone. She nodded then disappeared up the stairs as he placed a call. "Yeah, yeah. No, she just walked out of the shoot and I want her contract pulled," Lanely said. "I don't give a fuck what personal issues she's going through, this was professional and she's through." "I understand, Cortez. And we're sorry about it. Did your girl take her spot? How was she overall? I still haven't gotten that email from Kari," the man said. Lanely listened intently to the voice on the other end of the phone. "Yeah, Bee took her spot. She was a natural. I'm telling you man, every picture was flawless. We should be so lucky she was available. She thinks its gonna be in one of the local art magazines." "What?! Wait, you didn't tell her?" Bianca descended the staircase. "I gotta go," he hung up without waiting for a response. Lanely grabbed her hand the second she reached the bottom. "We need to talk, mi amor," he said leading her out the door. They sat on her grandparent's front steps. She huddled close to him. "About what?" she asked. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her. "About the other day. Bee, you've been taking your vitamins right?" "Ugh, yes! I'm fine, Lane," she groaned. His face scrunched up in anger. "No, the fuck you weren't!" he whispered in fury. His usual caramel eyes squinted as they stared at her. She was taken back a bit. Lanely had never raised his voice at her. Her head dropped and she stared down at her feet. Neither said a word as time passed. Then, he grabbed her chin and lifted it up. He could see her face was stained with tears. "Don"t cry, Bee. You know I hate it when you cry." He moved closer and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm not crying, Lane. I'm just-not perfect and I fall sometimes and-," she paused. He stroked the side of her face, "Sólo tiene que hablar a mí, bebé." ("Just talk to me, baby.") "I don't think I'm beautiful," she spat the cursed words out. Then she gasped and clutched her heart in pain. "I know that what's inside is all that counts but even then I feel-I feel." "You feel what?" "Beastly! I feel like nothing about me deserves to be loved," she pulled out of his grasp. "You wanted the truth. Well, there you are." She sniffled. "Is that why you starve yourself?" he asked. She gave a grave nod. "But, I can't go back down that path, Lane. I almost really hurt myself." "But, you're gorgeous, babydoll. What is it that makes you think otherwise?" "I'm too dark, too big in all the wrong places. My hair's sooo kinky. There's just too many insecurities to name." His mind was getting cloudy. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever encountered. Was she serious? "Bee," he gasped. "Just..Please! I'm getting better though, Lane. Whenever I'm with David, I feel extraordinary," she paused then said: "I come alive." He just stared then his heart dropped, his jaws clenched and he looked at her with a serious expression. He grabbed her face and looked deep into those enchanting brown eyes. "Do you love him, Bianca?" he asked. She couldn't move. A million thoughts raced through her head as she closed her eyes. Then, almost instantly, her mind cleared and a cloudy image appeared. His crystal grey eyes gazed at her in such a loving way. Then, he smiled a magnificent smile and those loveable dimples flushed. Her eyes fluttered open in an instant and she knew. The crippling truth hit her. "Yeah," her voice was small at first. "I love David." Lanely slowly pulled away and lowered his hands. "You do?" he said in a whisper. She nodded slowly. "I really do love him, Lane. He-he-makes my heart beat a mile a minute." Lanely just stared at her, his expression was unreadable. "I won't lose you," he thought. "As long as you're happy," poured from his tensed lips. She raised an eyebrow. "You aren't upset?" He shook his head as those bright brown eyes looked her over. She threw her arms over his shoulders and sighed. She was relieved. Part of her knew Lanely was madly in love with her. But he was like a brother and she could never see him as a lover. "Oh Lane," she blissfully cooed. He kissed her cheek. "I'll always be here for you, Bee. Never forget that. Even if all you need is someone to talk to or a shoulder to cry on." She nodded at his meek act of love. She knew her Lane would never disappoint her. "You'll never leave me will you, Miguito?" She tease. He cringed, "Never, Michelle." Then, chuckled. She squinted then leaned forward and bit his shoulder. He knew she hated to be called by her middle name and vice versa. "Ow! You hungry, girl?" He joked. "Hahaha, shut up. How about a lunch date tomorrow? Let me treat you, love," she offered. "Only if its Alice's. I need some barbeque!" "Ohh yess! You think they still make my barbequed tofu?" They got up. Her eyes sparkled at that prospect. "For you? I'm sure they'll do anything," he said slinging his arm around her shoulder in a cocky way. "I know I would." She smiled and pushed him off before they both erupted in laughter. Then she jumped on his back and he carried her to the car. She was laughing so hard at Lanely, she never noticed the figure step from behind a bush. He pulled out a cell phone reported what he saw then hung up. He continued to glare as Bee and Lanely drove off. "The sooner little "Ms. Too good for the hood" is outta here the better," he mumbled under his breath. He could feel his anger towards her grow. She was too perfect, too smart, too tough, too beautiful. But most importantly, she was too much of a woman for him. And if he couldn't have her, he'd make it so no one could. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Bianca stared through the semi darkness. David stood across from her, at the other side of the bed. His hand twitched as it ached to touch her, that creamy skin looked magical as he cast his spell. Those gorgeous grey eyes glowed then dimmed as he wrangled with difficult emotions. She wore an old flannel button up of his with only three of the middle buttons done. The bottom laid open and her belly button peeked out while he just stared. His eyes moved down her hourglass silhouette. The soft contours of her dark skin illuminated by the moonlight caused her appearance to look unreal. He battled with it, ever since reading that damned report. He'd never hurt her, that he knew. She looked over at the alarm clock: '1:06 am'. "Gabby, its past one. We need to sleep," Bianca told him before climbing into the bed. "But-." "No, Gabby. No "buts", the bet doesn't count while we sleep." Then, she pulled him onto the bed and crawled in his arms. Bianca placed her hand over his heart and felt it race. Her cheek laid snuggly against him as she made a tapping gesture on his chest. If his heart were to give out right then, he wouldn't care. David was the happiest he had ever been. Laying there, holding his love. David kissed her head. "I love you, Bianca. Do you hear me?" "I hear you, Gabby." "I LOVE you. I know, my darling, I know its so soon but I do." "Oh, Gabby," she hugged him tighter. They gazed at the captivating sight from his window. A starry sky with a deep blue backdrop. The stars seemed to align in the most perfect way as they were lost in the touch of one another. David's breathing became softer and then Bianca heard soft snores. "I love you too, Gabby," she whispered in a small voice enclosed within a tight throat before sleep claimed her as well. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ This dream was different. No longer was she falling. Bianca opened her eyes and saw herself flying high above the clouds. Her thick curly hair reached past her buttocks and blew in the breeze. Outstretched arms felt the thunderous wind pound against her body. Then she looked down and saw a protrouding belly. Her confused face attracted a devious prey. The chase was on. She saw him through her periphal and suddenly her heart accelerated. Those devilish sky blue eyes followed her flight, cursed lips grinned as he knew she was his. She angled her position downwards and descended with speed then made a sharp turn and angled her body up, sweeping past her predator and effectively leaving him in the dirt. She flew up through the clouds and began her journey home, her journey back to her love. Then, suddenly and without warning, the sky turned pitch black as lightening sliced through the clouds. And her belly began to hurt. It wiggled and squirmed and caused her great discomfort. But still, she flew. She yelled for help. Bianca squinted her eyes and saw a far away figure flying towards her. His mouth hung open in greed and before she knew it, he had caught up to her. Her scream pierced the night as he wrapped himself around her. The evil man held her hands above her head as they spiraled out of control. There flight was doomed as was their fate. He kissed her neck and left a black burn mark behind. She screamed in agony. "Ahhhhhh! Please! No!!" They spun around and around, his white shadow overtook her darkness as he burned her with fatal kisses. Then, his hand moved to her aching belly. The dark bulge in her midsection seemed to respond to her terror. It kicked and squirmed as if sensing her imminent death. "Please," she begged. The last of her strength failed as the figure coddled her body. He nestled her neck and inhaled that intoxicating scent. It sent a rush through him and increased his strength. "That's right, baby," his thin lips arrogantly smirked. "Beg me," he taunted her. His clawed hand scraped over her belly causing the force in her to move and writhe. His golden mane glowed brighter and he opened his mouth. "You're mine," he laughed as a pair of pointy, white fangs sprouted. Grabbing her hair, he yanked her head back. The pain was unbearable as he bit into her with a ravenous thirst. Dark blood poured from her neck down her breast and tainted her body. She screamed in a huff as he drained her spirit. Her vision blurred as she yelled and screamed and begged him to have mercy. He threw his head back and laughed, a low guttural one. Then he let her go. So many thoughts raced through her mind as she fell. She would never see her love again. Never be able to hold the being inside her. She held her stomach as everything went black and her scream echoed. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* David's eyes popped open and he shot up. His mellow dream of tickling the grey-eyed, brown skinned little girl ended the instant he heard Bianca's scream. She shook and groaned before screaming bloody murder. He gave her a gentle shake and broke the nightmare. "Bee. Wake up!" He called to her. Her eyes flung open and she bolted up. "Nooo!" She bellowed once more. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed. "Wake up, Bianca." She held onto him tighter and waited for her breathing to slow down. Her silk headscarf fell off and her once soft curls were now sticking out in a frizzy mess. "He-he-David, I..My neck!" She threw her head back and searched for the bite marks. None were there. Then held her stomach, it wasn't protruding any more. He clapped twice and the lights came on. "Its okay," he whispered wrapping his arms around her once more. "It was just a dream." He lovingly rubbed her back. She was still shaking. "It felt so real," she mumbled. He kissed her forehead, then her delicate nose. Her goosebumps had yet to cease. Bianca looked up into his stable face and relaxed. He stroked her cheek then kissed it. "Only a bad dream, my little bumblebee. You're safe now." She nodded but held on tighter. She didn't feel safe. And for the first time since they met, she didn't think he could protect her from the force of evil she knew was coming. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
Matty Meets Kimmy Ch. 08	19,682	4.65	612,061	[ "anal sex", "panties", "marriage proposal", "romance", "public sex", "ass licking", "boyfriend girlfriend", "breakfast in bed" ]	We landed in MIA yesterday. Kim and I were staying at her folks' house till we found a place of our own. "Hey babe, you ready?" Kimberly asked as she walked into the guest room, although Kim's parents offered no protest to her and I staying in her room, we decided it would be respectful if I stayed in the guest bedroom. "Yup, just need to slip on my shoes," I replied. I stood up and Kim tossed me the keys to her dad's car. My car was being shipped down and wouldn't be here for another couple days. "Why don't you drive, you already know where to go," I stated. Kim refused to take the keys back from me, "You have to learn, you're a South Floridian now, the more you drive the more you will get a feel for the place," she reasoned. I smiled and nodded, she was absolutely right. Kim and I stepped outside and hopped into the car. "Guess I'm gonna have to get used to this warm weather," I commented. "That's right, and you'll also have to get used to short skirts and short shorts," Kim smiled in reply before slowly rubbing her exposed thighs. We laughed and I started the car, we were off the meet our real estate agent. XXXX After a day of driving around Miami and seeing numerous apartments, townhouses , condos , and houses with our real estate agent, Gertrude, we decided to call it today. "I'll have a couple more places lined up for you two tomorrow," Gertrude informed as we said our goodbyes. "So did you like anything we saw today?" Kim looked over to me as I drove, "No, not one," she dejectedly stated. "That's okay sweetie, we'll find something," I tried to console, at the same time trying to raise my own spirits. We stopped off and had a quick bite for dinner then headed back to Kim's parents' place. Kim and I were exhausted. We showered and found ourselves curled up on the couch in the living room. The television was on but we weren't watching. I was gently running my hand through Kim's hair as we spoke, her head resting comfortably on my chest. "Did Adam call you?" "Yeah, this morning," I replied. "How's their home search going?" Kim asked. "About the same as ours I guess, but he did mention they might have found one this afternoon," I informed. "That's nice; remind me to give Summer a call in the morning." We laid there a few more minutes before Kim turned her face to me, "Come to bed with me," she whispered. "I wish I could baby." "You can, they're not going to mind," Kim insisted, referring to her parents who were upstairs in their room. "But I will Kimmy, we're in a serious relationship and I know that they know that, but we're still an unmarried couple staying at your folks' place, and it just feels like it would be disrespectful to them," I tried to explain. "I just miss being next to you," Kim responded as she pressed her forehead down on my chest in defeat. "I know baby, me too, it won't be for long, I promise. I kissed Kim on the head and we laid there for a little while longer. Eventually we both retired to our rooms. XXXX The next morning it was the same routine, Kim and I were up early, had a quick breakfast together, then set out to meet Gertrude. By lunchtime, Kim and I were beginning to feel despondent again; the places we'd seen just didn't speak to us, that was until Gertrude took us to an apartment building in North Miami Beach. The building was a four story located in a somewhat quiet suburban area. Gertrude led us up the elevator to the third floor, then all the way to the end of the maroon carpeted hallway. We stopped at "315" and the red haired Gertrude fiddled with the keys. She swung the door open and Kim and I walked past her. We rounded a short corner and entered a living room area. The area was pretty spacious; in the foreground off to the left was the kitchen, separated from the living room by a long black marble island countertop. The kitchen seemed a tight fit, but came with all stainless steel appliances. To our left, right at the entrance was a doorway that led to one bedroom. Kim and I explored. The first bedroom seemed big enough to just be comfortable, a good guest bedroom perhaps. The sliding door in the bedroom led to the bathroom, which was spotless, it almost looked brand new. Back out in the living room, Kim and I walked out through some glass sliding doors to the balcony, which since we were at a corner apartment, wrapped from one side of the building around to the other. From our vantage point we could see the ocean in the distance and had a nice view of the park across the street. Gertrude led us back into the living room and into the master bedroom. The room was very spacious, well lit by two windows, and had large walk in closets. The bathroom was large as well, fitted with a luxurious tub in the corner as well as a separate standalone glass paneled shower. "So what do you guys think?" Gertrude asked, "It's right in your price range too," she added. Kim and I looked at each other and smiled. "Do you mind if we take a minute to discuss?" I asked. "Of course," Gertrude replied and excused herself. As Gertrude stood on the balcony and closed the doors, I turned to Kim, "Sooo?" "I love it," she quipped. "I do to," I replied. Kim's face lit up, "Are you sure? You're not just agreeing because I like it?" she asked. "No, I really like it's just big enough for the both of us, and seems like a really nice neighborhood." Kim wrapped her arms around me and we hugged. "I take it we've found our place," Gertrude interrupted as she re-entered the living room. Kim giggled as she spun round, "Yes, we love it, we'll take it," she excitedly chirped. "Wonderful, well, let's head down to the office and get started on the paperwork, you'll be able to pick up the keys tomorrow," the woman explained, "I'm so happy for you two," she added. After taking a few quick pictures, Kim sent them off to Summer and then we made our way down to the real estate office. We signed the necessary paper work and Gertrude explained to us all the amenities the apartment building offered; pool, security, parking, cable TV, etc. When we got home there was more good news, we were notified that my car and the rest of our stuff would be arriving tomorrow. Kim immediately called the shipping company and gave them the new address. That evening, we were excited to relay the news to Kim's parents. They seemed genuinely happy for us. Kim and I went to bed early that night; we were so excited to start moving in to our new home. XXXX Kim's dad drove us to the new place the next morning. Gertrude was waiting for us and handed over the key. Kim was overjoyed to give her dad a quick tour of the place and get his approval. "You guys did great," he complimented, "Really wonderful place." "Thanks daddy," Kim replied as she smiled and the two hugged. Kim's dad waited downstairs with us till the shipping company showed up, then took off for work. We signed the papers from the shipping company and they proceeded to take our stuff upstairs. It was midafternoon; Kim and I were sat on the floor of what was our new living room after just having completed lunch, some subs I picked up down the street. We were surrounded by boxes, it seemed a daunting task but Kim and I were excited to take it on. After lunch, we made a quick trip to Home Depot for a couple items. Once back at the apartment, Kim set about cleaning the kitchen before unpacking all the kitchen stuff. I began my task of changing the locks and swapping out the toilet seats with new ones we bought at Home Depot; I personally didn't mind using the old ones but Kim had insisted. Once done in the bathrooms, I wiped my brow and joined Kim in the kitchen. She had just finished packing away the cutlery. I chugged my bottle of water and helped to fold up some empty boxes. "Ughh, I feel like a mess," Kim groaned. I smiled at her, her hair was all frizzy, her skin damp with sweat, and her white tank top and blue frilly summer skirt stained by a day of cleaning, "You look beautiful babe," I whispered as I held Kim's hand, "Come on, let's go out on the balcony for a little air." We stepped out onto the balcony and were immediately refreshed by a cool breeze. The sun was out, but luckily the positioning of the balcony was such that it was shaded. Having not set out any furniture yet, we sat on the floor, resting our backs against the glass sliding door. From our floor position, we didn't have much of a view, except for the sky, since the balcony was surrounded by a stomach high concrete wall. This also meant that we were hidden from view. I placed my hand on Kim's waist and gently pulled her, motioning for her to sit on my lap. Kim straddled me and looked around, weary of being seen. "Don't worry, I think we're safe," I assured her. She smiled and turned to me. I held my hands behind her back and she clasped hers around my neck. "Do you think we'll be able to sleep here tonight?" she asked. "I don't see why not, the bed's all set up, that's all we need," I replied before leaning in and kissing Kim's neck. Kim held my face against her body and I slowly kissed my way up to her lips. Her lips felt so soft and inviting, her tongue warm and wet. I could still taste the tangy remnants of Kim's sweat from her neck as we explored each other's mouths. We separated our faces and Kim lowered her hands to her waist. I resumed kissing Kim's neck as she unzipped the side of her skirt and pulled it off her. Kim now began work on my shorts. I had to pull my face away to let Kim get a view of what she was doing. She quickly undid my zipper and I lifted my body as she slid my shorts and boxers off. We took our seats again, Kim sitting her soft butt cheeks on my lap. I looked down at the lime green lace thong she had on, then we resumed kissing. I slid my hands down Kimberly's back, all the way to her ass. She moaned into my mouth as I massaged her tender flesh. I felt my cock surge to attention as it pressed against Kim's stomach. She must have felt it too because she lowered her hand and began slowly stroking me. I had worked my hand between Kim's but cheeks now, and was rubbing the crinkled skin that surrounded her warm asshole. "Mhmm, that feels so good baby," Kim whimpered as she pulled her lips from mine. I groaned as Kim let go of my cock. She raised her hand to her mouth and spat into it, before lowering it and began stroking me once again. "Hold out your hand for me," Kim instructed. I pulled my fingers from circling Kim's asshole and held my palm open. Kim smiled at me devilishly before spitting into my hand. "You're such a dirty girl," I chided. "Mhm hmm, I'm your dirty girl Matty," she whispered in reply. We kissed again and I reached behind and began rubbing Kim's asshole once more, smearing her saliva on her tightest of openings. About a half a minute later, Kim ceased her stroking and held my cock steady. I felt her raise her body slightly and position my cock at her asshole. With her eyes shut tightly, Kim began to lower herself. I could feel the head of my cock very slowly pressing into her. I slid in almost millimeter by millimeter, till finally I was about one third of the way in and Kim's anus sucked my shaft in whole. "Fuck, that feels good," I moaned. "Mhmm, it sure does," Kim replied as she began rising and lowering her body. I joined Kim, slowly thrusting to meet her rhythm, my cock sliding in and out of her heated anus. Kim began to whimper and she pressed her lips against mine. I wrapped my hands around her back and held her body tight. As we increased the pace, I felt Kim snake her hand between us, lowering it to her pussy. I pulled my face from hers and watched as she rubbed her pussy furiously. Kim was now slamming her ass down hard on me and I could feel my climax building in me. I latched my mouth onto Kim's neck and licked her skin. She threw her head back and softly cried out. It was then I felt Kim's anus contract over and over again. Kim cried louder and began to shiver, "Mhmmmm hahhhhh fuck baby, mhmmmm," she moaned as she worked her hand faster on her clit. I could feel Kim's juices leak onto my abdomen as I continued to plunge up into her wonderfully snug asshole. "Oh god yes baby, yess, fuck yess!" Kim cried. Right then, I felt my body go tense and then, an amazing rush of passion. "GHhhhhhahhhh fuckkk Kimmy," I grunted as I pushed hard into her. My cock spasmed and I felt myself spewing cum into Kim. "Mhmm, that felt nice," Kim moaned as she licked her fingers. I was still dazed from my orgasm, Kim's anus still contracting every few seconds around my shaft. Finally, I began to soften, and Kim lifted herself off me. I held Kim's body and sat her back down on my lap. We kissed and I could feel cum from inside Kim's ass drool onto my leg. We sat for a few minutes then Kim began to get up, "Come on, let's go get cleaned up and try to finish up unpacking," she instructed before helping me to my feet. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of a trail of cum on the back of Kim's thigh as I followed her into the bathroom. We resumed our work unpacking. Kim was busy in our bedroom, trying to make it as homely as she could. I on the other hand, was in the living room, running cables and wires to set up all the electronics; television, game console, stereo etc. Kim's parents came by in the evening. They brought pizza and were a huge help in finishing off the unpacking; they picked up the pace at a time when Kim and I were really getting tired. At around eight pm, we all sat in the kitchen, around our humble dining table and ate dinner. The place was now fully ready; the only thing that needed to be added was a living room couch. Kim and I thanked her parents and said goodbye. We were excited to spend our first night in our new home. I showered and crawled into bed in my grey cotton boxers. Kimberly emerged from the bathroom a short time afterwards, a cloud of steam marking her entrance. Her hair was up and she was wrapped in a white towel. I watched as she walked her petite frame over to the dresser drawer and bend over to search for some sleepwear. Kim's towel rose as she leaned over and I was treated to view of the lower half of her perfect little butt. Kim turned around and smiled at me, as if feeling my eyes on her. "See something you like?" she giggled before giving me a little wiggle. Kim finally retrieved a pair of yellow cotton panties and slipped them on. After putting on one of my t-shirts, she joined me under the covers. As she had her hair up, I was able to nuzzle my nose against the back of her neck as she pressed her back against my chest, "Mhmmm, you smell nice," I whispered as Kim squirmed and giggled against my ticklish touch. She finally turned over and we smiled at each other. Kim rubbed her nose against mine and we kissed briefly. "Feel at home?" I asked. Kim smiled and nodded. She turned over again and we returned to me spooning her. "This will always feel like home, "she murmured. As I clasped my hands around Kim's stomach, I could feel her wiggling around, "Getting comfy?" "Yeah," she giggled. I waited for Kim to settle down then kissed the back of her head. "You know, we can fool around if you want to," she offered. I tightened my grasp around Kim and held her close to me, "This is just right, I can't think of a better way to spend our first night in our new home than with you in my arms," I replied. The next morning when I awoke, the warm sun peeked in through our window, through the gap in the curtains Kim and her mom put up the day before. I looked to Kim, she was still sound asleep. I snuck out of bed and headed to the bathroom, and then the kitchen. After a glass of juice and a bagel, I returned to the bedroom. Kim was still asleep. I mischievously pulled the covers off her; she did not stir. Staring at her wonderfully smooth and bare legs, a delightful thought entered my head. I thought back to all those mornings when Kim woke me up with amazingly tender blowjobs, I figured I'd return the favor. As I hooked my fingers into Kim's yellow panties, I kept my eyes on her face. My actions were slow and careful. I tugged gently and the soft cotton garment slid from Kim's body. Smiling, I guiltily pressed Kim's panties to my face and felt her warmness. Her aroma was intoxicating, a scent I was now pavlovianly programmed to be aroused to. I rested Kim's underwear on the bed, and after making another check to see if she had awoken, I lowered my face between her thighs. The sight of Kim's pussy had always taken my breath away; it really did look like a delicate flower. Her outer lips were plump and wavy; beautifully light pink and soft to the touch. I extended my tongue and lightly licked the length of Kim's slit. Her lips were so smooth; I licked up and down over and over again. It was now that Kim began to stir. As I pressed my tongue between her folds and into her warm opening, I kept my eyes on hers, waiting for them to open. Kim began to moisten as I slowly moved my tongue in and out of her. Her juices, a familiar taste to me, were heavenly. After about a minute, I pulled my tongue from Kim and went back to licking her length. Her lips were so slick now, my tongue glided with ease. I held Kim's lips apart with my fingers and stared at her arousing pinkness. It was when I pressed the tip of my tongue against Kim's emerging clit that I heard a soft whimper. I quickly focused my eyes up and watched as Kim slowly came about. Her eyes slowly opened and I began rubbing my tongue around her slippery nub. As we stared at each other, I couldn't help but smile against her pussy. Kim ran her hand tenderly through my hair and I resumed swirling my tongue around her clit. I could feel Kim pressing her hips against my mouth and I latched on to her clit, sucking on it hard. Kim's whimpers grew louder and I began to slide a finger into her. Her opening was so tight, but I managed to work two fingers inside her and began thrusting my hand. Kim's whimpers had turned to high pitched cries now, as her body writhed around on the bed. I took delight in sucking on her clit, slurping on the juices that flowed from her, and pumping my fingers in her treasured paradise. Kim was thrashing about now, and her moans told me she was close. I held her clit between my lips and flicked my tongue back and forth as fast as I could. "Ahhhhh fuck Matthewww!!" Kim's cries were loud and carnal. She grasped tightly to a patch of my hair and pressed her hips hard against my thrusting fingers. Soon, I could feel her body shiver as her pussy convulsed right before me. I continued lapping away at her hot sticky folds as I slowed the movement of my fingers. Kim's body shuddered then finally came to rest on the bed. I pulled my slick fingers from her cunt and planted a gentle kiss on the hood of her clit. Kim's body continued to twitch every few seconds. I smiled up at her as I enjoyed the view of her pulsing vagina. After licking my fingers, I crawled up to Kim. She was breathing heavily, but managed to lean over and kiss my cheeks, "Is that gonna be an everyday thing now that we have our own place? Because I can certainly get used to that." I smiled and just lay silent with Kim. After Kim's breathing became lighter, I rolled over and kissed her. "What do you want for breakfast?" I whispered. Kim pulled on my lower lip with her teeth and smiled as she let it loose. "How about French toast? Your French toast is amazing," she beamed. "You got it sweetie," I replied, "Wait right here, I'll be back in a jiff," I instructed before planting a kiss on the tip of Kim's nose and rolling out of bed. As I turned my head before leaving the room, I saw Kimberly smiling and staring at the ceiling. I scurried off to the kitchen and began whipping up Kim's breakfast. When I returned to the bedroom, I was carrying a tray with a cup of coffee and a plate of my famous French toast. Kim was just getting back into bed after using the bathroom. She sat with her back against the headboard and I set the tray down on her lap. Kim immediately went for the toast, "Mhmmm. . .tastes sooo gooood," she mumbled as she tried to talk with a full mouth. I crawled back into bed beside Kim and took a sip of her coffee, "You don't want?" she asked as she held her slice of French toast out. "No thanks, I had a bagel." "So this is all for me?!? I feel like a princess!" Kim exalted. "It's your first morning in our new home, I wanted it to be special," I explained as I tucked a couple strands of Kim's hair behind her ear. Kim smiled as she took another bite, "Well you've certainly made it special Matty," she replied. Kim finished up with breakfast and placed the serving tray on the side table, "So what should we do today?" "I dunno, I'm not the one from Miami, "I replied. "Okay, well how about I show you around Miami today? Get you acclimated to your new surroundings," Kim suggested. "Mmm, my own personal tour guide huh?" I whispered as I kissed Kimberly's shoulder. "Yup, that's right," Kim giggled, "But we have to remember to make some time today to go couch shopping," she added. "Okay babe, sounds like a plan," I replied. We both lay there a few more minutes before we went about getting ready for the day. XXXX "Ready honey?!?" I called from the kitchen. "Just about," Kimberly replied from our bedroom. A couple minutes later, Kim came sauntering out into the living room. She saw me looking her up and down and smiled. She was dressed very casually, daisy dukes and a tight fitting purple tank top. I got up off the bar stool and we headed down to the car. Our first stop was to Kim's mom and dad's to pick up some stuff we had left behind. Now we were on to the tour. Kim took me down to Coral Gables, showed me the university where I'd be starting work in a couple weeks. We drove downtown and had a quick walkabout. Kim showed me the building where she'd be working and a couple of her favorite eating spots. "You wanna head to south beach for lunch?" "Sure," I replied as Kim and I walked back to the car. We were again in the car driving around Miami, Kim directing me where to go. "Oh ooooh, stop here!" Kim exclaimed. I immediately pulled over to the curb and looked over to Kim, "What is it?" I asked. "Over there, that the high school I went to." I looked across the street where Kim pointed and saw the campus. "Do you see that park bench over there, all the way at the end? Behind the trees?" she asked. "Uh huh." "That's where I had my very first kiss," Kim stated, almost in a whisper. "Oh really?" I asked, "How old were you?" Kim was blushing now, "Fourteen," She shyly replied. "And who was this young rapscallion that kissed my sweet Kimmy?" I asked as I reached out and rested my arm on Kim's shoulder. "Ryan Taylor," Kim said with a smile. "Ohhh Nooo! A guy with two first names! Those people are never trustworthy," I joked. Kim and I shared a laugh then she smiled at me, "He was a very sweet boy," she affirmed. "Well he sounds like he was the luckiest kid alive," I replied. Kim leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the lips. We sat for a few minutes, Kim gazing out at her old school and smiling reminiscently, "So what about you? Who was your first kiss?" she asked. I thought back to that point in time then turned to Kim, "Cassidy Stevens, I was thirteen, so was she, we met at summer camp." "Was she pretty?" Kim asked with a grin. "Very. . ." I stated, "But not as pretty as you," I added before leaning over and kissing Kimberly. "Mhmm, come on, let's go get some lunch," Kim whispered as we parted lips. I turned on the car's engine and we were off again. South beach was a quick twenty minutes away, but finding a parking spot was another matter. We finally found a spot and I got out and I began feeding quarters to the parking meter. Kim and I had a quick bite at a latin grill restaurant then decided on a walk on the beach. We were both clutching on to our flip flops as we walked barefoot in the sand, staring out at the water. As we walked, I couldn't help but notice a handful of topless women sprinkled around the beach just lying out. I tried my best to avert my eyes but I must not have done a very good job. Kim caught me glaring and I quickly redirected my gaze. She burst out laughing, "Babe, it's okay if you look. I mean, it's kinda hard not to watch, even for me," she chuckled. Kim tightened her grasp on my hand and we both laughed, "Sorry sweetie, I'm not used it I guess," I explained. After spending most of the afternoon on the beach, Kim and I noticed the skies turning grey. "Wanna head home now?" she asked as we paused on the beach and she wrapped her hands around me. "Sure thing, sweetie," I replied before we both began the trek back to the car. As we pulled up to our apartment building there was a slight drizzle outside. Kim and I scurried through the parking lot and over to the elevator. By the time we got up to our apartment, the rain was pouring down outside. "I thought this was the sunshine state?" I teased as Kim and I walked into the bedroom. Kim snickered at my teasing and kicked off her flip flops, "Just an afternoon shower, besides it's perfect weather for cuddling," she chirped in a cute voice. I smiled as I watched Kim lift her tank top over her head and began to undo her shorts. I quickly stripped and walked over to Kim to help her out of her bra. There was a bright flash, followed by a loud boom of thunder, "Come on, let's get under the covers," Kim cooed. She held my hand and we walked over to the bed. I held up the covers and watched as Kim crawled in, then quickly followed her. We lay next to each other and I pressed my leg between Kim's. She scooted forward and I draped my arm over her back. We stared into each other's eyes and smiled, our bodies pressed together, "Hi," Kim whispered. I stared at her grin, "Hi," I whispered back. "Did you have a nice day?" "The best baby, thanks so much for being my tour guide." "Aww, you're welcome sweetie," Kim smiled. We continued staring into each other's eyes when Kim's phone began to ring. She twisted up her face into a cute frown, "Go ahead," I whispered. Kim smiled and rolled over. She retrieved her phone from the bedside table then rolled back to face me. She covered us up with the covers and looked down at her phone, "Hey Sum!" Kim answered smiling back at me. "The move was great. . . .uh huh, that's right. How are you and Adam?. . . .That's nice. . .Where are we? Uhhh, in bed actually. . . .No Summer we're not fucking, not yet at least. . . .Okay babe, talk to you later." Kim reached behind her and placed the phone on the table, "Summer says hi," She stated, "Now, where were we?" "I think you were about to kiss me," I whispered. "Ohh really? I don't remember that," Kim teased. "Yeah, you were about to close your eyes and lean over, I'm positive of it babe." "Hmmm, I guess I'll just have to take your word for it huh?" Kim smiled. With that, she closed her eyes and we pressed our lips together. There was another crash of thunder and I felt Kim's body's jump. I couldn't help but smile against Kim's mouth. She must have felt me because she pulled her lips from mine and scolded me, "It's not funny Matt, you know I don't like thunder," she complained before playfully hitting my chest. "I know baby, I'm sorry," I cutely apologized, "Come here," I whispered, pulling Kim back against me and kissing her once more. Kim whimpered into my mouth as we kissed and I felt her begin to rub her leg against mine; her skin felt so soft and warm. I began slowly rubbing Kim's back with my palm, moving to her shoulder then down her arm. When I got to her wrist, I held Kim's hand and pulled it to my groin, pressing her palm against my burgeoning erection. Kim immediately wrapped her fingers around my hardness and I groaned blissfully. "Mhmmmhmmm," Kim giggled into my mouth as she squeezed my cock. She slowly began stroking me as I swirled my tongue around in her mouth. We must have been deeply kissing for about ten minutes, all the while Kim gently pumping my shaft. I felt a warm wetness against my thigh as Kim began rubbing her pussy against me. A few minutes later, I lifted the covers off Kim and me and looked down. Kim raised her leg and I stared delightfully as a slimy string of her juices stretched from my thigh to her pussy. "Someone's excited," I teased. "Uh huh, and I'm not the only one," Kim replied as she rubbed her thumb across the tip of my cock, smearing my precum around. We both chuckled and Kim crawled onto me. I smiled up at Kim's beautiful face as she wiggled atop me, rubbing the head of my cock against her moist lips, then began slowly easing down onto me. I slid my hands along Kim's thighs, up to the sides of her rib cage before pulling her down to me. Slowly, I began moving my hips, sliding my cock in and out of Kim's heated snatch as I pulled her breasts to my face. I immediately took Kim's nipple into my mouth, sucking on the rosy red nub, feeling it go hard in my mouth. Kim joined in my rhythm, gyrating her hips to meet my thrusts as I passionately kissed my way back and forth between her petite breasts. Kim pressed her hands against my shoulder, supporting her body as she squirmed around but at the same time, holding me in place as I thrust up into her. "Ahhhh mhmmm, suck on my nipples baby, your tongue feels so nice," Kim encouraged. After a few minutes, Kim's breasts were coated in a thin layer of my saliva. I slid my hands up from Kim's hips and gently squeezed her breasts, "Ohh fuck baby," she cooed as we both increased the pace of our actions. I felt Kim's hands on my face. She tilted my head, taking my gaze from her breasts to her face. We stared into each other's eyes, our mouths slightly agape, then Kim lowered her face to mine. I happily raised my lips to hers all the while continuing to slide my shaft deep inside her warm slick wetness. "Ryan Taylor was never this lucky huh?" I teased. "Neither was Cassidy," Kim immediately quipped as we both giggled. I moved my hands back down and held onto Kim's hips as I thrust hard into her, "Ahhh fuck yess baby!" She cried as she slammed her body down on me. A few seconds later, Kim whipped her head back and began moaning uncontrollably. I felt a rush of her fluids and watched as her body shivered before me. I knew I could finally let myself go, and began frantically pressing my cock into and out of Kim's convulsing pussy. It wasn't long before I felt my own onrush of pleasure. "Ghhhahhhhhhh ohhh goddd Kimmyy!!" I groaned as I pushed deep into my love and felt myself release inside her. "That's it baby, come for me," Kim whispered as I felt her palm cradling my face. A few seconds later, we both let out a satisfactory sigh and Kim laid down on my chest, my cock quickly softening inside her. There was a boom of thunder and Kim squeezed me tight. We weren't looking at each other's faces but she knew I was smiling, "Don't you dare laugh," Kim quickly chided. "I would never," I replied, my voice thick with sarcasm. Kim turned her head over and rested her chin on my chest as she stared up to me with the cutest little frown. Her head shook as I giggled, "I think it's cute that thunder startles you baby, and I love it when you squeeze me tight," I consoled. We both exchanged smiles and Kim gave me a brief peck on the chest. We lay for a couple minutes then Kim began to stir, "I'm gonna shower, are you coming with?" she asked. "I'll be right in hun, just gonna change the sheets," I replied. After our shower, Kim and I crawled back into bed, onto the crisp cool new sheets, as rain continued pouring down outside. "Hey we forgot to look for a couch today," Kim stated as she switched on the television. "First thing in the morning," I replied. Kim flipped through the channels for something to watch. She paused on one of the movie channels, "The Notebook! Let's watch this," she excitedly announced. "No way babe, we've seen this like ten times, come on let me have the remote." "Aww baby, please," Kim pleaded. "Come on Kimmy, we already know what happens, let me see if I can find something else," I replied as I reached over for the remote. Kim held her arm away from me, keeping the remote out of my reach, "I'll make you a deal, if we watch this tonight, I'll grant you a wish tomorrow." "A wish?" I asked as I pulled my arm back. "Yup, anything you say, I have to do," Kim explained. I thought for a second, "Okay then, if you want to watch it that badly, you have a deal," I agreed. "Great!" Kim stated victoriously. She set down the remote and snuggled up to my side. I wrapped my arm over her and held her close as we watched the movie. XXXX The next morning, Kim and I were up pretty early. We had breakfast together then got ready to go look for couches. I was lying on the bed with the ipad, waiting for Kim to finish getting ready. I felt her between my feet which were hanging over the edge of the bed. "Ready babe," she chirped. I set the ipad aside and looked up to Kim; she was standing between my knees, "Wait a minute, what about my wish?" I asked. "You've come up with something?" "Yup." "Well, let's have it Matty, your wish is my command," Kim smiled. I smiled at her phrasing, "Okay Kimmy, my command is that you have to go the whole day without wearing panties." "What?!?" a startled Kimberly questioned. I chuckled as I sat up on the edge of the bed. Smiling up at Kim, I placed my hands on her bare legs and began sliding them up her thighs, up under her white frilly summer skirt. "The whole day without panties," I repeated as my fingers traced over Kim's cotton under wear. I hooked my fingers in the waist band and looked at Kim's astonished face as I peeled them down her thighs, "Really, this is your wish?" Kim asked. "Yup." I lowered Kim's bikini cut yellow cotton panties to her knees and let the drop to the floor, "Awww, they were so cute too," I teased as Kim stepped out of her underwear. We smiled at each other, "Okay, babe, a deal is a deal," she proudly stated. "Great! Now we can go," I replied. I stood up and Kim and I headed down to the car. Driving towards the furniture store, I looked over to Kim, "Can I have a peek?. . .Please?" I politely asked. She looked up at me and smiled, "Is that why you wished for no panties? So you can have peeks all day?" "Uhhh, yeah, that and other things, like easy access," I replied. Kim giggled and looked out her window then back at me. She clutched her white skirt and pulled it up, giving me a view of her naked womanhood, freshly shaven and deliciously pink. Kim opened her thighs a little giving me a proper look then rested her skirt back down. I quickly averted my eyes back onto the road. Kim placed her hand on mine which rested on the automatic gear stick, "I feel so naughty," she admitted. I smiled to myself, "That's the point baby," I replied. We pulled into a parking lot and began the walk over to the furniture store. I noticed Kim's hands were awkwardly at her sides, not overtly holding her dress down, but surely ready in case there was a gust of wind. I smiled mischievously as I walked beside her. I took one of her hands and placed it around waist. "Ughh, you're gonna make this day hard huh?" Kim chuckled. I laughed out loud, "Not hard sweetie, interesting, and most of all, fun." We walked into the furniture store and over to the living room showroom. The place was dimly lit and smelled of leather. "Good morning, can I be of some service?" a middle aged woman asked as we approached. "Hi, morning, we're looking for a couch for our apartment," Kim chirped. "Okay, great, well we have a wide selection, why don't you have a look around, give me a holler if you see something you like or have any questions." "Thanks," Kim and I replied in unison. Kim and I began walking around the large showroom. We took our time looking at each couch, feeling the material, thinking about the color and size etc. Finally we came across one that interested us both. It was quite large but would fit perfectly in our living room. It was dark brown leather, and shaped in an "L" so it would be perfect for the corner of a room. Each seat compartment had an electronic recliner and there were some cup holders in the middle section. "Why don't you have a seat babe, kick up your feet, see how you like it," I teased. Kim grinned and we both took a seat. We began to recline, Kim keeping her legs pressed tightly together. The couch was absolute perfection, extremely comfortable and exactly what Kim and I were looking for. We stood up and called the sales clerk over. The woman was happy for us and walked us over to the payment desk. Kim and I arranged for the couch to be delivered the next day. We now had the rest of the day to ourselves. Kim and I were walking around south beach when I turned to her, "Wanna go grab some sandwiches and head to the park? We can have an impromptu mini picnic." "Okay, sounds like fun," she agreed. We picked up some turkey sandwiches from a nearby deli, along with some bottles of water, then headed off to the park. Under the shade of a giant leafy tree, Kim lay on her stomach, and I sat beside her. We ate our lunch and chatted. We talked about how excited we were to start work, and planned out our days, like what time we'd get up and have breakfast, what we'd do for dinner etc. As I packed our trash in the brown paper bag from the deli, I took a sip of my water and looked down at Kim, "So, do you mind if I ask how it feels so far with no underwear on?" Kim looked up at me and smiled, "Well, it actually feels quite freeing, at times I feel very aroused just thinking about it, and lastly, it's definitely a new feel, it's very breezy down there." We both chuckled and I began to look around. The park was pretty scarce. Kim and I were off in a secluded area of the park and somewhat hidden by the tree, I felt comfortably safe reaching out and resting my palm on Kim's butt. I gently began rubbing the smooth curve of Kim's ass with just the thin material of her white skirt in between. Kim looked up at me and I squeezed a handful of her supple flesh. I leaned down and we kissed. We made out for a couple minutes till I heard some people approaching. I pulled my lips from Kim's and quickly straightened out her skirt. An elderly couple came walking by. Kim couldn't bring herself to turn around to face them and I just smiled guiltily as they passed us. I looked down at a beet red Kim, "Come on, let's go do something else," I stated as I helped Kim to her feet. We found ourselves in a movie theater, taking advantage of the afternoon pricing. After a few advertisements, the lights in the theater went dark and the coming attractions started to play. I glanced over to Kim; her eyes were directed to the screen. Keeping my eyes on her face, I stretched my hand over to Kim and rested it on her thigh. Kim looked over at me with startled eyes as I began rubbing her thighs, inching my way up. She was certainly surprised but offered no protest as I slid my hand under her skirt and moved to her pussy. Kim briefly looked around, making sure no one could see, but when I began rubbing the tips of my fingers against her lips, we locked eyes once more. I could feel Kim's growing wetness and I slid my middle finger into her sex as another movie trailer began. I smiled as I watched Kim stifling her moans. My finger was now easing in and out of Kim and I pressed my thumb against her clit. As I rubbed slow circles around Kim's engorged button, she bit down hard on her lower lip. After a few minutes, I pulled my digit from Kim's hole and focused all my attention on swirling my fingers around her clit. Kim's pussy drooled with her juices, I could smell a faint hint of her in the air, and they made it slick and slippery for my fingers to work on her. As movie trailers kept playing, Kim began squirming in her seat. She lowered her hand to mine and made me press my fingers hard against her cunt. The softest of yelps managed to escape her and I felt the warm trickle of Kim's climax. I waited a few seconds then pulled my fingers from between Kim's thighs. She smiled at me with tired eyes as I licked my fingers. "You want me to go get you some tissue?" I whispered into Kim's ear. She kissed my cheek softly, "No thanks babe, I think I have in my purse," Kim replied. I watched as Kim dug through her purse, finally retrieving a napkin. She thoughtfully took my hand in hers and wiped my fingers dry, then lowered the napkin between her thighs. I took the soiled material from Kim and walked over to the trash. When I returned, I hung my arm across Kim's shoulder and she leaned her head against me as the opening credits began to roll. XXXX That evening, Kim cooked us spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. As we both stood at the sink doing the dishes, I looked over to Kim, "Wanna know something?" I asked. "What?" Kim replied. "Knowing whole day that you didn't have any panties on, well, let's just say I've been hard all day thinking about it." "Is that so?" Kim replied with a sly grin. She reached down and cupped my erection in her hand, then squeezed, eliciting a moan from me. "Tell you what, why don't you finish up here, I'm going to take a quick shower and I'll meet you in the bedroom," Kim offered. "See you there," I replied. Kim kissed me and gave my cock another agonizing squeeze before traipsing off to our room. I turned my attention to the sink and quickly tackled the remaining pots and pans. Fifteen minutes later I was done with the dishes and cleaning up of the kitchen. I dried my hands with a paper towel and walked over to the bedroom. The view was amazing, Kim laid stark naked in the middle of the bed, her body looking fresh and ready, "Do you think I have time for a quick shower? I wanna be nice and clean for you too." "Better be quick or I'll have to start without you," Kim replied as she teasingly rubbed her pussy. I immediately stripped and rushed into the bathroom. Standing beneath the warm water felt great. I quickly lathered my skin then rinsed. I dried my body and wrapped the towel around my waist. When I walked back out into the bedroom, Kim was just as I had left her. She saw me enter and sat up at the edge of the bed and called me over. I walked over to Kim and she placed her hands on my waist. She undid my towel and let it fall to the floor. I caressed Kim's face with my hand as she began stroking my cock. It wasn't long till Kim leaned over and took my shaft into her warm mouth, "Mhmmmm," she mumbled as my penis grew to its full hardness inside her mouth. Her head began bobbing as Kim sucked on my cock, her lips sealed around my girth. After a few minutes of Kim dutifully sucking my cock, I eased her off me. Kim smiled at me as I motioned for her to lie back down on the bed. When she did, I made her roll over onto her stomach. As Kim got comfortable, resting her head on the pillow, I crawled onto the bed behind her. I grabbed two handfuls of her luscious butt cheeks and squeezed them hard, then pressed my face down against her flesh. Almost comically, I moved my face left to right in motorboat fashion against Kim's ass, making engine noises with my lips. Kim burst out in laughter and bent her neck to get a view. I pulled my face from her ass and smiled up at her, "What? You don't like that?" I teased. "It tickles," Kim giggled. I loosened my grasp on Kim's ass and gently rubbed the soft curve of her skin, "Okay then, how about this," I replied before leaning in and planting a tender kiss on Kim's left butt cheek. Kim's satisfaction was evident by her resting her head comfortably back on the pillow. I continued to plant soft pecks on Kim's butt cheek while delicately caressing the other with my hand. A shallow moan escaped Kim and I smiled to myself. I kissed my way up to the small of her back, then down to her other cheek, giving it the same close attention. I eventually began spreading Kim's butt cheeks with my hands, and moved my kisses between the crack of her ass. Opening my eyes, I stared hungrily at the darkened pink crinkled skin of Kim's opening and stuck my tongue out to touch it. Kim squealed blissfully as I teased her anal rosebud with the tip of my tongue, dancing slow circles around the heated ring. Seconds later, I was taking long delightful licks with the broad surface of my tongue against Kim's asshole. "Ohh goddd Matty," Kimberly cooed as she reached behind and aided me with spreading her cheeks. I spent the next ten minutes happily lapping away at Kim's asshole and I would have gladly spent more had she not begin to roll over. Kim grabbed my hand and stared lustily into my eyes. She pulled me up to her and devoured my mouth with hers, "Mhmmm, you're such a dirty boy," she moaned before we intertwined our tongues. Kim, still holding my hand, began to lower it to her groin. She pressed my palm against her slippery folds, "See how wet I am for you," she cooed as we broke our kiss and stared into each other's eyes. I glanced down at my own groin, pressed against Kim's abdomen. I grabbed my throbbing shaft and positioned the head against Kim's waiting pussy. Staring down into Kim's eyes, I penetrated her with ease. As I filled her, Kim reached around and grasped my butt cheeks, holding me inside her. I leaned down and kissed Kim's forehead then cheek, then began sensually sliding in and out of her. Kim held my face against hers, "Tell me you love me," she whimpered before we kissed. "I love you so much baby, with all my heart," I whispered in between kisses. "Ohh god Matty, I love you too," Kim cooed as I tenderly thrusted into her. We continued passionately kissing as Kim raised her hips to meet my gentle presses. Her pussy was so warm and tight, every entry my cock made felt heavenly. After a few minutes, I pulled my face from Kim's for a breather. I smiled down at her as we continued to fuck, "You ready?" I asked as I swept Kim's hair from her face. Kim nodded, "I'm so close baby." With that, I began to increase my thrusts. Kim was holding my hips, pulling me hard into her with every push and I could see in her eyes that she was on the verge. Seconds later, Kim's loud screams filled our room and she began grinding her pussy against my imbedded shaft. "That's it baby," I whispered, encouraging Kim's ecstasy every step of the way. As Kim's body writhed beneath mine, my own climax was fast approaching. I went into a pumping frenzy, jackhammering my cock into and out of Kim's pulsing cunt. It wasn't too long till I grunted in relief and my cock spat ribbons of cum into Kim's vagina. "Mhmmmm," Kim moaned as she stroked the sides of my body. I collapsed onto Kim's body and she patted the back of my head caringly then combed her hand through my disheveled hair, "That was amazing," she panted. "It certainly was, you're amazing," I replied, as I rested my head on Kim's breasts. As Kim held me, we both lay still and silent, basking in the afterglow of our love. Eventually, I turned my head up to Kim, "Would you like some water?" "Sure," she softly replied. I smiled and kissed Kim's chest before easing myself off her, "Be right back." I hurried off to the kitchen and got us a large glass of water. I took a gulp and returned to Kim's side. Handing her the glass, I noticed the copious amount of our mixed cum seeping from Kim's pussy. Without a word, I whisked off to the bathroom and retrieved a warm damp hand towel. Sitting on the side of the bed, I tenderly wiped Kim clean of all our fluids. Kim smiled at me as she finished off the glass of water. "You need anything else or are you ready for bed?" I asked. "Ready for bed," she replied. "Okay then, let me just toss this in the laundry," I began to say as I stood up, referring to the bathroom towel. "Give it here, I gotta go pee anyway." I handed the towel to Kim and she rolled out of bed. I heard the flush of the toilet followed my water flowing in the sink. Moments later, Kim emerged and joined me under the covers. "Come lie back down on me, I like feeling you on me and playing with your hair," Kim insisted. "You're so adorable," I teased as I scooted over and laid my head back down on Kim's chest. I was again comforted by Kim combing her hand through my hair as we both drifted off into a peaceful slumber. XXXX "So did you buy it?" "Yeah man, I'm sending you a picture right now, let me know if you receive it." A few seconds later Adam responded, "Wow man, how much did that set you back?" "Close to three grand dude, what do you think?" "Looks amazing, she's gonna love it, so when are you doing it?" Adam asked. "Next Friday, we both have the day off. . .Any advice?" "Well you know Summer's pretty easy going so there wasn't a lot of stress on me, Kim's probably the same, you'll be fine," Adam advised. "Okay, well I'm just about to pull into the parking lot," I replied. "Okay man, good luck." I hung up the phone and stared down at the diamond engagement ring, nestled in a tiny black velvet box. The lights turned red and I drove off. It was late January and it'd been almost six months since Kim and I started our lives in Miami. Everything was going amazing, our jobs were great, and we were having lots of fun making new memories in our new home. I finally got over my nerves and decided to ask Kim the big question. After talking to her father over the weekend and getting his blessing, I talked it over with Adam who was nothing but encouraging then finally took the plunge and purchased the ring today. In some ways, the next week was the most nerve wrecking I'd have in quite some time. In hindsight, there was nothing to be worried about but in the moment, all I felt were butterflies. It was Friday evening, Kim had gone to the grocery and I was at home busy setting up. The entire week I had been giving her little gifts and surprises. On Monday, I had flowers delivered to her at work, Tuesday evening I prepared a romantic candle lit dinner, on Wednesday, I took her out to see a play, and yesterday, we went for a romantic beachside walk that ended with champagne and a blanket under the stars. Whole week she kept asking me why all the romantic gestures to which explained that I just wanted to show her how much I loved her, which was true but all part of a bigger plan. I figured now on Friday, she'd be expecting another charming surprise, but nothing like a proposal. I dimmed the lights in the living room and spread the red candles around. Next was to sprinkle the red and white rose petals on the floor, leading to the bedroom. I left a card out on the coffee table where I knew Kim would see it. The card basically informed Kim that her Friday surprise was awaiting her in the bedroom. In the bedroom, I lit some more candles and spread some more flower petals. I got dressed in a nice shirt and tie with black slacks and patiently waited on the bed, nervously clutching the small velvet box. It seemed to take forever but I finally heard the front door. I immediately shoved the box into my pants pocket and got down on my knee. I heard an excited gasp from the living room then a pause. Next was the solitary sound of footsteps approaching the bedroom door. As the door handle turned, a rush of excitement overcame me. Kim walked in and spotted me on bended knee before her. "Oh my god!. . . . .Matty!" she exclaimed, immediately tearing up. I held out an open hand and Kim walked over to me. I grabbed her hand and held it in both my palms, "Hi Kimmy," I casually stated. "Hi Matty," she giggled, wiping away tears with her free hand. "The best night of my life happened almost four years ago when I agreed to go to the fair with my friends and found myself sitting in the backseat of a car with the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. I fell in love with that girl, and luckily for me, she fell in love with me. The past four years have been an absolute joy, my mornings don't begin until I look over at you and see your smile, my day isn't complete until I have you in my arms. It's become as clear as day that I want to spend the rest of my life with you and can't imagine being apart from you. I hope you feel the same, and with that being said. . ." I released Kim's hand now, and delved into my pocket to retrieve the velvet box. Opening the box, I held it up to Kim, "Kimberly Oliver Kent, will you make me the luckiest man in the world and be my wife?" Kim's response was immediate, "Yes Matthew! Oh god, yes, a thousand times yes!!" I myself was beginning to get a bit teary eyed as Kim held out her open hand and I slipped the ring on her finger. "It's beautiful Matthew," she beamed as she helped me to my feet. We embraced and kissed passionately. We must have kissed and hugged for close to five minutes. I clasped my hands around the small of Kim's back as we broke our kiss and she smiled at me. "Have you told anyone?" she questioned. "Uhh, kinda," I replied, "I spoke to your dad last week, to get his blessing, and I talked to Adam as well but I don't think he told Summer." "You asked my dad? What was his reaction?" "He was happy for us," I explained. Kim smiled and quickly retrieved her phone, "I've got to call my parents," she informed as she dialed. I took the opportunity to call my sister and let her know the good news. After speaking with our folks, Kim and I again found ourselves smiling at each other. "Come on, let's go celebrate over dinner," I suggested. "What about Summer and Adam?" Kim queried. "We'll call them from the car," I replied. XXXX On the way to the restaurant, Kim had called Summer's phone and put the speaker on. It took a couple rings for Summer to pick up, "Hey Kimmy, what's up?" she answered. "Hey Sum, Matt and me here, guess what!" Kimberly chirped. "What?" Summer asked. "We just got engaged!!" Kim shouted. "What?!? Oh my god are you serious!?? Adam!!! Get in here!!" I pulled up to the nearby restaurant and we waited for Adam to join Summer. It took a few seconds for Summer to spill the beans to Adam, "So when did this happen?" Summer asked. "Just now, like twenty minutes ago, Matt proposed," Kim informed. I saw that Kim was tearing up again and I reached over and wiped the corner of her eye as we continued to talk to our friends, "Awww guys! We're so happy for you." Summer exalted. "Yeah you two, way to go!" Adam chirped in. "So have you set a date?" Summer asked. Kim and I looked at each other, "No, not yet, but we will soon, and you'll be the first to know, we know we have to give our best man and maid of honor ample time to plan their trip down to Miami," I stated. We talked to Summer and Adam for another five minutes then headed inside for dinner. Over dessert, I noticed Kim staring at her ring, "Do you like it?" I asked, interrupting her focus. She smiled up at me, "I love it Matt. You've made me the happiest girl in the world today." "You don't think I waited too long?" I asked. Kim reached out and held my hand in hers, "Of course not babe, I knew that whenever you asked would be the exact right time for us, and it absolutely was." We paid for dinner then headed home. Back at the apartment, Kim and I showered and found ourselves under the covers. We lay on our sides facing each other, "So do you want to talk about a date?" I asked. Kim smiled excitedly, "What do you think?" "Well I was thinking summer, I'll be on vacation, by then you'll have saved up enough time off, and it gives everyone about six months' notice," I suggested. "Mmm, a June wedding, perfect," Kim agreed. "Is six months enough time for us to plan a wedding?" I asked earnestly. Kim giggled, "Yes honey, it's plenty time, we just have to lock down a venue as soon as possible." I leaned over and gave Kim a brief peck on the lips. When I pulled back, Kim took my hand in hers and played with my fingers. I watched as a telling smile developed on Kim's face, "What?" I asked inquisitively. "I was just thinking, Kimberly Cole, sounds nice huh?" I smiled warmly and thought about it, it was strange, I never really thought about it before but hearing my last name after Kimberly, I felt strangely proud. "Sounds perfect," I replied. "I have something ask, and it's kind of quirky," Kim muttered. "What is it babe?" I asked as I brushed her hair from her face. "Well I was thinking of our wedding night. . ." We both smiled and blushed, "Yeah, what about it sweetie?" "I was thinking, to make it special, that we shouldn't have sex for about a month before the wedding." There was a brief silence. "What do you think?" Kim asked "I think it's a fine idea, I can manage but I don't think you'll be able to babe," I teased as I playfully tickled Kim's stomach. Kim's laughter filled the room as she rolled herself onto me, "Well I guess we're just gonna have to get as much in before the one month starts," she sultrily whispered before leaning in and kissing me. XXXX End CH.08 First off, a quick thanks to jaqi1978, her suggestions were incorporated in this chapter. I'm beginning to wind down this series. I think the last chapter will be ch10. Thanks for reading. Your comments, suggestions, critiques, are always welcome and greatly appreciated.
Frankie & Mrs. Young Ch. 02	58,574	4.72	656,695	[ "memories", "restraints", "inhearatance" ]	Frankie stood on the porch of what was Mrs. Young's house. Behind the door before him, was the house where he learned how to make love to a woman. A year before, he was a high school graduate with some scholarships and lawn mowing money he'd spent four years earning getting ready to attend college. He was also a virgin. That, however, was the only thing he wasn't before he left. That was taken care of by Sandra, or Mrs. Young when they weren't being intimate. It was a beautiful June day and Frankie stared at the door, with the key in his hand. His thoughts drifted back to what was a cool day in October while he was in his first semester of college. It was when he learned that his private tutor and favorite client had passed away from a terminal brain tumor. A fact she had kept from everyone except her doctor. Frankie had just finished his last midterm and was sitting in his dorm room with Sam, his roommate, discussing how to celebrate the end of midterms when his cell phone rang. "Hello?" asked Frankie. "Frankie," sobbed his mom. "Mom? What is it?" "Mrs. Young... passed away." "What? When?" "Either last night or this morning." "How?" "No one knows yet. We were going to go out for coffee and, oh Frankie, I found her in her bed. I called 911 but they said it was too late and nothing could be done." Frankie's heart sank as he listened to his mom weep. It reminded him of when he was a small child and how she'd cry, usually about his dad, and he'd hold her while she'd cry in his hair. "Do you want me to come home, Mom?" "No. You've got school and I know Sandra wouldn't want you to neglect your studies." "I want to come for her funeral, Mom." "Her lawyer is coming by later to talk to me. He said something about the arrangements already been made. I'll call you later when I know more." "Okay Mom. Are you sure you don't want to come home now?" "No Frankie. Stay there and don't miss class. I'll call you in a few days when I know more." The funeral was the following weekend so Frankie could attend without missing class. It was there Mrs. Young's lawyer, Mr. Rosin, handed Frankie an envelope. In it was her farewell to him in a letter that he carried in his wallet everywhere he went. At Christmas, Frankie learned that Mr. Young, Mrs. Young's ex-husband, was contesting the will, claiming that Mrs. Young wasn't of sound mind. Mr. Rosin got the court to schedule the hearing during Frankie's Spring Break, as he needed to be there. Frankie hated that his entire Spring Break was spent in court. Mrs. Young's doctor testified that she learned her fate just days before the Thompson's left for their niece's wedding. Frankie realized that it was just a few days before she joined him in the erotic shower, and changed his life forever. He thought back to the letter in his wallet, and how she spoke of the courage to do what she did. The doctor shared that she lived longer than he had expected and admitted that she had good and bad days, which often resulted in odd injuries to her body, mostly from falls due to the tumor affecting her fine and gross motor skills. Frankie suspected he might have been the cause of a few of those odd injuries due to her desire to experiment sexually. Frankie testified that he had worked for Mrs. Young and the other ladies of his neighborhood for four summers mowing lawns and maintaining their yards including trimming the trees and bushes six days a week. He told the court that Mrs. Young, Mrs. Jones, and Mrs. Garcia fed him lunch even though he never asked. When Mr. Young's lawyer questioned Frankie about her last summer, Frankie admitted to being in the home and helping fix things that were broken, including a clogged toilet, a broken shelf, and other minor repairs that seemed to be needed between his visits. He testified about how he had done repairs for her in the past, but not to the level he had that final summer and thought it was the due to the house being old and things just wearing out. He also shared that they made plans for him to help her decorate her home for Christmas when he planned to come home for his Thanksgiving break, and take the decorations down before he returned to school at the end of his winter break. Frankie's mom testified how she and Mrs. Young met every Wednesday for coffee. Mrs. Young would ask about Frankie's progress in school, how she missed his biweekly visits to mow her lawn, and asked when he would return. Frankie's mom shared how she was the one that found Sandra dead in her bed when she was late for their coffee date. Mr. Rosin played the 911 call and the paramedics testified that she had died in the night and nothing could be done to resuscitate her. Frankie's heart ached listening to his mom's frantic call and the calm demeanor of the paramedics. This wasn't just some woman to him; this was his first lover, and his first love. To Frankie, the trial dragged on. On Thursday, the judge declared that Mrs. Young was of sound mind and was entitled to leave her estate to Frankie, as he was practically a son to her, and had given no indication to anyone, except the doctor who knew better, that she was dying. The fact that she had made plans for Christmas, knowing she would not live to see it, was how she struggled to hide her condition even from Frankie's mom, her closest friend. The judge also stated that since Mr. Young did contest the will, he was enforcing the clause that stated if he did, he was to receive only one-percent of an account that Mrs. Young had established for him. Thus, instead of getting the $100,000, he received $1,000 and made to pay all the court costs. Now, Frankie stood on the porch of his new home, took the key in his hand, and unlocked the door. He turned the knob, the door creaked open, and he stepped in. The furniture was covered in sheets and a thin layer of dust lay on the floor. Frankie looked around and was flooded with memories. There was the couch were she had him tie her wrists and ankles. He remembered is so well. It was a Saturday evening, about two or three weeks before he left for school, and she had asked him to come over to fix a broken shelf. She swore she set a vase on it, but the damage didn't fit the story. He fixed the shelf quickly, and she invited him to stay for dinner. She fixed him a steak, with macaroni and cheese, and corn on the cob. Frankie's mom was on a date and would be gone for hours while Sandra (as it was their intimate time) wanted to do something new and kinky. She showed Frankie the special restraints she bought, placed a double layer of thick bath towels on the sofa cushions to avoid any damage from their combined sexual fluids, and told him to tie her to the couch naked. While she stripped down, Frankie lit a few candles, dimmed the lights, and tied her to the couch exactly as she asked. The restraints were soft, smooth leather with fur lining the parts that would encounter her skin to prevent irritation. Frankie put the cuffs around each of her wrists and tightened them so she couldn't slip out, then tied the two together with the special ties meant for such a purpose. He made Sandra lay on the sofa, face up, naked, and stretched her arms above her head. He took the straps of the cuffs and tied them of the end table that sat next to the couch. She made no effort to stop him, but watched in silence, licking her lips. The ankle restraints were a bit larger, and lacked the ability to be connected like the wrist ones. He placed one around her left ankle first, making sure she couldn't free herself or be injured, then moved her leg so it went along the top of the sofa, tying it the rear leg. He repeated the process with her right ankle, placed her foot on the floor, and attached the strap to the front sofa leg. This placed Sandra in the most lewd, vulnerable, and exposed position she'd ever been in. Then she said, "Frankie, I want you to blindfold me, and make me cum without your cock. Use what you wish, your tongue, your fingers, but not your cock. And not until I say. Make me beg for your cock Frankie. Then, feed it to me first. Don't cum in my mouth. Not tonight. And don't untie me until we are done. Do you understand?" "Yes Sandra," he said softly as he checked her restraints. "Any questions Frankie?" A million questions ran though Frankie's mind. Why did she want such a restricted session? Why couldn't he cum in her mouth? Why was she so specific when so many times she let him do what he wanted? Yet he knew, for the most part, he was going to be doing what he wanted. He was going to bring her pleasure, make her cum, and in the end, they would make love. He never thought of these sessions as fucking, but as lessons in love making and pleasing his partner. Just before he slipped the blindfold over her eyes, he kissed her softly, and stared deeply into her eyes. He wanted to tell her he loved her, but the words wouldn't form. She smiled and mouthed, "I know," as he slipped the blindfold over her eyes. "Play some music Frankie," she whispered. "Something soft and romantic." Frankie walked over to the stereo and found a CD marked "Love Songs." As cliché as it sounded, Frankie slipped the disc into the CD player, hit play, and heard Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing". He smiled as he walked over to Sandra and gently stroked her hair. Frankie grabbed the cushion from a nearby chair and set it on the floor, then knelt down on it. Sandra gasped as she felt his fingers tickle her flesh as he kissed his way from her feet, up her legs, past her pussy, across her stomach to her nipples. His hands cupped and kneaded her firm breasts and he watched her nipples harden as she moaned softly. He leaned in, kissed them softly, licking and sucking her nipples. Sandra giggled, squirming under the restraints, but not saying much else. Frankie could feel his rock hard cock throb and drip pre-cum onto his leg, awaiting its entry into Sandra's mouth and vagina. The music played on as Frankie caressed and kissed her bare flesh. He nibbled his way down her stomach to her pubic hair. She always kept area nicely trimmed in a triangle pattern. He kissed along the blonde edge, reflecting on how it pointed to the origin of life, and his lost virginity. The curly hair tickled his chin as he kissed down to her clit and labia. She gasped as his lips touched her sex, the area of her womanly goodness. Frankie licked her clit, twirling his tongue around it as a new song played softly in the background. He slid two fingers deep into her pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth. The sweet taste of her sex filled his mouth and drove his desire. He could smell her arousal, the sweet musky aroma that haunted his dreams, fueled his passion, and made him want to fuck her harder than ever before. His cock stood rock hard between his legs and he wanted to fill her with his erection, but wanted to respect her wishes. Sandra squirmed and moaned, but still said nothing. Frankie remembered she wanted him to make her beg so he slid his fingers from her sex and into her anus. Sandra gasped and smiled. "Good boy," she whispered. Frankie smiled, knowing that she liked what he was doing. He sucked her clit into his mouth and nibbled as his fingers worked inside her rectum. Sandra squirmed and moaned. He could tell she was close so he backed off and waited. She hissed and gasped, but said nothing. Frankie repeated the process several times when finally she screamed, "Fucking hell boy!" Frankie looked up, surprised. He was sure she had asked him to do exactly what he was doing, but now she seemed angry. "Something wrong?" he asked. The anger in her face disappeared and she smiled. "Please Frankie, make me cum now." Frankie remembered she wanted him to 'make her beg,' so he smiled wickedly and said, "I don't know Sandra, you did yell at me." When their affair had first started, Frankie would have never been so defiant with her. But tonight he was trying to follow her instructions, though he didn't like to be this way with her. Sandra smiled wickedly and said, "You're right. But I only yelled because you kept getting me so close then you stop." "I know," said Frankie. He knew exactly how close she was to an orgasm and it was killing him to make her wait. "Then finish me! Make me cum!" Frankie shook his head, "No, I think I will get dressed and go home." Frankie was silently praying she wouldn't call his bluff. He wanted to make love to her, but he also wanted to please her and fulfill her odd request. Sandra seemed to glare at him through her blindfold then hissed, "You wouldn't fucking dare?" Frankie knew he had to see this through, so he stood up and grabbed his boxers. "I'm sorry Sandra, but I think I should leave." Frankie turned his back on Sandra and started to slip his boxers on. He knew if he looked at her, he'd crack and go back. He heard her grunt then she said softly, sweetly, "Frankie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled when I asked you to do what you are doing. It was wrong. Please Frankie, I really need to cum and I want to suck your amazing cock. I know I said I wouldn't swallow your seed but I will if you really want me to, though I really wanted to feel you cum deep inside my kitty." The last word caught Frankie's ears. She had never used the term 'kitty' before, and he wondered why she did now. "I don't know Sandra." "PLEASE!" she begged. "Make me cream!" Frankie turned around. This was the second time she used an odd word, but he saw the desperation on her face. He dropped his boxers and quickly returned to her, kneeling down and burying his face into her pussy. He slid his fingers into her vagina and ass. Within moments, she was screaming as her orgasm raged through her body. Her body shook, her juices flooded from her pussy, and Frankie found her screams drove him wild. He didn't want to stop, but he did after a second orgasm. Then he stood up, his cock rock hard, and grabbed her head saying, "My turn." Sandra smiled, opened her mouth, and sucked his cock. Frankie loved watching her mouth take his entire member, how amazing her lips felt around his shaft, and how the head of his cock felt hitting the back of her throat. Usually he let her control the blowjob, but this time he thrust within her mouth, fucking it the same he would her pussy. After a few minutes, he pulled out and knelt back down, slipping his cock into her sex. The music played in the background, lost to the sound of his cock sliding into her sopping pussy. Sandra gasped and moaned as his cock filled her vagina so perfectly. Soon she was experiencing a third orgasm. Frankie grunted and growled with each thrust, sweat was now pouring down his back. However, he had gotten himself so worked up from the taste of her orgasms, the musky smell of her arousal, and the sound of her screams; he exploded, filled her with his seed, and grunted a primal yell. He collapsed onto her, kissed her passionately, then held her tight. She panted into his shoulder then kissed his salty tasting skin. "Thank you Frankie." Frankie sat up and began to untie her with is cock still deep within her. He could feel the cool air on his sweaty skin, and smell the aroma of raw sex in the air. "Did I do what you wanted?" "You were perfect. Thank you for calling my bluff." Once her hands were free, he untied her ankles and she pulled the blindfold off. He asked, "Are you feeling all right?" "Yes, why?" "You must have been pretty wound up because twice you used different words than you had before." "I did? No you must be mistaken." "I don't think so." "Well, my mind was spinning at the thought of you leaving me unsatisfied. I'm sure that was the problem." Frankie's spent cock slipped out, he helped her off the sofa, and they cleaned up and dressed. They spent the remainder of the evening dancing. Sandra, now Mrs. Young, told Frankie it was important for a young man to know how to dance with a lady, and taught him basic steps that he could easily modify to different types of music. The dancing lessons were something Mrs. Young began to insist on shortly after their love affair began. Now, as sun filled the room, Frankie's hand slowly moved along the frame of the couch, remembering the different sexual encounters they shared. He could almost feel her presence in the room. Frankie stepped over to the stereo and turned it on. The CD player was still set and he heard "Sexual Healing" play, taking him back to that magical and erotic night. Frankie smiled and walked into Sandra's bedroom. There was the bed with the solid wooden base, the blue bedding, and all of her furniture. Frankie smiled as he thought of how many hours of passionate lovemaking he had shared with Sandra. Yes, he would keep the bed for now. He stepped out and walked into the different bedrooms. They had made love in each bed at least twice, and except for the kitchen, had enjoyed an erotic moment everywhere in the house. As he emerged back into the living room, he saw his mother standing at the door. Unfortunately for Frankie, he was suffering from quite an erection from his memories. However, her presence cured his condition rather quickly. He walked up and said, "Come on in, Mom." She stepped in slowly. "How are you doing?" "Fine." "Made any decisions yet?" "About what?" "About what you're going to do with the house." "Oh, I think I'll keep it. I mean, the market sucks to hell right now and I'm sure there are some repairs that must be made. Mrs. Young had me fix a lot before I left, but after what her doctor had said I'm sure there's more damage that I don't know about yet." "That is quite possible. Did I tell you that the fridge is unplugged?" "No, you didn't." "The day after Sandra passed, I asked that nice Mr. Rosin if a few of us could come in and get rid of the food that would spoil and shut the fridge down." "That was pretty smart of you Mom." "Millie and I split the food up and donated what neither of us could use. Have you called the electric company, water company, or the gas company?" "Not yet Mom." "Well, I'd get on that if you're going stay here." "Mom?" "Yeah Frankie." "Why do you think Mrs. Young left me so much?" Frankie's mom smiled gently and said, "Sandra loved you like a son. She would ask me about you all the time when you were in school. Did you know she couldn't have children?" "No, I didn't." "Yeah, so she saw you as the son she never had. You may not remember this, but she used to make you mac and cheese and lemonade all the time." Frankie thought for a moment. He remembered the food, but not that Mrs. Young had made it for him. "I always thought you made that for me." "No, Sandra knew how stressed out I was and how much you loved it. She gave me the recipe when you got older. It's why when you'd ask for it I'd tell you in a day or two. I'd call her that night and she'd make it special for you the next day. She made me promise to never tell you, but I guess it's okay that you know the truth now." Frankie felt himself choke up. He had no idea that Mrs. Young had done that for him. "Mom, can I stay at your house tonight since I won't be able to do much here until tomorrow?" "Frankie, you're welcome home any time. You know that." Frankie smiled and walked back to his mom's house, after locking his, and used her phone to call the necessary utility companies to get things set up. By the end of the week, he had the utilities on and Internet working so he could stay on top of his e-mails easier. For the next month, Frankie stayed in the house and checked for the damages that Mrs. Young might have caused in her condition. In early July, a knock came from the front door. Frankie opened it to find Mr. Young standing there. "May I come in?" asked Mr. Young. "Sure," said Frankie, moving to allow him in. Mr. Young walked in and sat on the couch that Frankie had once tied his ex-wife to. Frankie sat in a nearby chair. "I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here." "The though did cross my mind," said Frankie. "I want to know exactly when the affair between you and my wife started." "What are you talking about?" asked Frankie wondering what he knew. Mr. Young smiled. "You screwed me out of what was rightfully mine, so I'm assuming you did it from fucking my wife." "Wasn't she your ex-wife?" "Is that what she told you?" "Yes." "What else did she tell you?" "What do you mean?" "Are you trying to play stupid with me kid?" "No." Mr. Young smiled. "Look kid, I'm not trying to start a fight. I just want to talk, man to man." "So talk." Mr. Young sat back on the couch. "Sandra was a wonderful woman. She died way too soon. Now, she had a will drafted up years ago that left everything to me. Then, a month or so before she died, that idiot Rosin files a new one leaving everything to you. I want to know why." Frankie knew what Mr. Young was doing; he also knew that if the affair were to be revealed, it would hurt his mom. "Because I was nice to her." "How nice?" "I took care of her yard." "I'll bet," snorted Mr. Young. "I fixed a few things that she broke." "So her pussy was broke then?" "Excuse me?" "I know you were fucking my wife that last summer, kid." "You sound pretty sure of yourself, yet you didn't bring any proof of this to the courts." Mr. Young narrowed his eyes. "So you're telling me you never saw my wife naked. Never saw the mole on her left ass cheek, or her pussy that proved she wasn't a natural blonde." Frankie knew he was lying and trying to bait him to admit to something that he had no intention in doing. "Mrs. Young wasn't a natural blonde? Shit! That just fucked up my fantasies about her." "Don't fucking play with me boy. I know you fucked my wife." "And how do you think you know this?" "I saw you two." Frankie paused. He knew Mr. Young was fishing, and Frankie wasn't about to bite. "Okay, when did you allegedly see us?" "I came by one Wednesday evening. You had her tied to this couch and was pounding the fuck out of her pussy. You even smacked her ass." Frankie stared at Mr. Young, then smiled. "Well Mr. Young, I hate to disappoint you but I never came here on a Wednesday evening because every Wednesday I was at my weekly soccer game with my friends. You're welcome to ask them about it." Mr. Young's face flashed with anger. "So you're denying that you had my wife naked and tied to this very couch, doggie style as you fucked her silly." Frankie bit his lip, as he knew what Mr. Young was trying to do. "What I'm saying is that if you did see Mrs. Young engaging in sexual acts on that couch, you didn't see her with me. Now I'm reconsidering if I want to keep that couch or not." "Cut the crap boy," growled Mr. Young. "I know you were fucking her." "Get out of my house," snapped Frankie. "I won't have you disrespect the memory of that great lady here, or anywhere." "And what if I don't?" A knock came from the front door. Frankie rose and opened the door to see his mom standing there holding a tray. "Mom?" "I thought we could enjoy dinner together," she said as she walked in. "Oh hello. Mr. Young, right?" "He was just leaving Mom. Weren't you, Mr. Young?" "I'll be back, boy," said Mr. Young as he rose to his feet. Frankie's mom handed Frankie the tray and stepped up to Mr. Young. "Mr. Young. Let me make one thing perfectly clear. If you ever show up here again unannounced or threaten my boy again, I will destroy you myself." "Please," said Mr. Young. "What can you do to me?" "I know much more than you think Mr. Young. Threaten my son again, and you'll find out exactly what Sandra told me." Mr. Young stared at Frankie's mom for the longest time, then turned on his heels and left. Frankie and his mom watched as he drove away, then Frankie said, "Wow Mom, your timing couldn't have been better." "Let's eat before our dinner gets cold." Frankie and his mom ate mac and cheese and drank lemonade. After dinner, Frankie's mom carried the tray back to her house and thought about the last time she saw Mrs. Young alive. It was a Monday morning. Sandra had called and asked about their coffee date, thinking it was Wednesday, and was already at the coffee shop they frequented. When Frankie's Mom saw Sandra, she looked a bit disheveled, and Frankie's mom was worried. "Are you all right Sandra?" "Yeah," she said. "Why? Don't I look alright?" Frankie's mom decided to be polite. "You look a bit tired." "Well, I haven't gotten laid in weeks. Not since Frankie left." "Excuse me?" "Oh, I guess I shouldn't have said anything. It's just, well; can I tell you a secret?" "Sure Sandra, you can tell me anything." Sandra leaned in and said, "I took Frankie's cherry last summer." "What?" "Oh my god, that boy is such a hot fuck! His cock is amazing. He made me feel like a teenager again. He even took my virgin ass." "Wait, you? And my son?" Frankie's mom felt her anger rise within her. "I love that boy. I loved him as a son, and as a man. Don't be angry with him. I just had to have him." "But why my son?" "Because, I'm dying." Frankie's mom gasped. "What?" "I found out just before the Thompson's went to their niece's wedding. I was devastated as you can imagine. I have a brain tumor. No one knows except my doctor, and now, you. He gave me at most a few weeks, but Frankie changed all that. He gave me the entire summer and part of the fall. Our goodbye was harder for me than it was for him because I knew I'd never see him again. Please, don't tell him the only reason I did what I did was because of this." Frankie's mom sat there stunned. Tears welled up in her eyes, though she wasn't sure what had upset her more. "I promise Sandra, I won't." "There's one more thing. Take this." Sandra handed her an envelope. "My ex will try to contest my will after I'm gone. If it looks like he might win, or he might try to harm Frankie in any way, use what's in this envelope. I think you'll know what to do, should the time arise. I know I've thrown a lot at you, and I swear to you that I never meant to hurt you like this. But I swear to you that I love Frankie." Frankie's mom took the envelope and said, "I'll do this for Frankie." "Thank you. Now, tell me how Frankie's doing in school." Frankie's mom hid the envelope in her purse and told Sandra about what Frankie had told her about school. They talked longer that day than they had ever before, and even had lunch together. Neither woman mentioned the earlier revelation about the affair between Sandra and Frankie, but talked about assorted random subjects the way the two old friends had done for years. Two days later, Frankie's mom found Sandra Young dead in her bed. She walked into her house and put the dishes in her sink, then walked to her bedroom. In her closet, she had a safe installed when Frankie's father had left them to keep some cash hidden in, and later important papers. She opened the safe and pulled out the envelope. When Sandra gave it to her, she just shoved it into the safe and never looked at it. She was still dealing with the knowledge that her best friend had seduced her only son. She sat on her bed and opened it. It didn't take her long to understand what she had, and the power of it. She quickly put the items back into the envelope and locked it back in her safe. A few weeks before Frankie had to leave for school, Mr. Young made another visit to Frankie. Frankie was sitting on his porch drinking a glass of lemonade when Mr. Young's car parked in front of the house. Frankie quickly texted his mom, and waited to see what Mr. Young would do. Mr. Young walked up and said, "Afternoon." "Good afternoon." "I thought I'd give you on last chance to tell me the truth about what happened between you and my wife before I call my lawyer." "I thought we resolved this the last time you were here." "No, the last time we met, I tried to trick you. This time, no tricks. You're right, it wasn't a Wednesday that I saw you, it was a Saturday." Frankie shook his head. "And I told you that you were mistaken." "So you're going to keep up the bullshit story, are ya?" "If by bullshit you meant the truth, then yes." Mr. Young reached into his jacket and handed Frankie some pictures. "Then explain these." Frankie took the pictures as he saw his mom walk up. The pictures were of him and Sandra Young dancing together. Often she was wearing a long nightgown and nothing underneath. Frankie smiled as he looked at the pictures, remembering the good times the two shared. None of the pictures was of them engaging in any sex acts, or anything else inappropriate. Frankie smiled and said, "Okay, you got me. Mrs. Young insisted on teaching me how to dance before I left for college." "Excuse me?" asked Mr. Young. "Mrs. Young told me that it was important that a young man know how to dance with a lady and she offered to teach me how to dance. I didn't say anything because, well, it's was kinda embarrassing. I mean, what guy wants to admit that he was taking dancing lessons on a Saturday night instead of out on a date with a hot chick." "So that's what you were doing when I was on my dates," said Frankie's mom as she stepped onto the porch. "Well, at least you weren't getting into any trouble." "Hi Mom." "Hello Frankie. Mr. Young, I thought I warned you about harassing my son." "I'm not harassing Frankie, we're just talking." "What are those?" asked Frankie's mom. "Pictures of me and Mrs. Young when she was teaching me to dance," said Frankie as he handed them to his mom. "Ah, I see why Mr. Young thought there was more to this relationship than there was. Did she always wear the nightgown?" "Yeah," said Frankie. "She said it was important for me to understand how a dress could affect the way a woman moves." "She was right." "Are you two fucking kidding me?" snapped Mr. Young. "These pictures aren't dance lessons, they're foreplay." "Foreplay?" asked Frankie's Mom. "Yes!" barked Mr. Young. "I hate to break it to you lady, but your son was fucking my ex-wife." "Mom I-" Frankie's mom raised her hand and said, "Hush Frankie. Mr. Young, I warned you before that if you didn't back off, I'd make you pay. Why don't you take a look in this envelope?" She handed him an envelope and waited. Mr. Young opened it and looked inside. "What the fuck? Where did you get this?" "Sandra." "How the fuck did she get this?" "Don't know and don't care. She gave this to me just in case you tried to harm Frankie. Now, mind you, those are just photocopies." Mr. Young shoved the materials back into the envelope and asked, "Where are the originals?" Frankie's mom smiled. "Now Mr. Young, do I really look that stupid?" "What do you want?" asked Mr. Young. "I want you to leave my son alone. This is his house now. If you really want it, I'm sure Frankie will be willing to sell it for double current market value." "DOUBLE?!?" "Be happy I didn't say triple." "I would have," mumbled Frankie. "So, let's say I do leave Frankie boy here alone? What then? Where's my guarantee you won't use this later?" "You're just going to have to trust me," she said. "But know this, if I don't make a phone call in," she checked her watch, "ten minutes, it won't matter." Mr. Young looked at the envelope in his hands. "What will it cost me to get the originals?" "I don't want your money Mr. Young. I want you to leave my son alone. Come near him one more time, threaten him, try to enter this house without his permission, and I'm sure you know what will happen." "Yeah," sighed Mr. Young. "I see Sandra got her revenge after all." "This isn't revenge Mr. Young, it's justice." Frankie looked at his mom, then Mr. Young. Mr. Young looked at Frankie and said, "Be happy you never crossed my ex-wife boy, she could be a real bitch. You folks have a nice day." Mr. Young walked away, climbed into his car, and drove off. Frankie took a deep breath and said, "What was in the envelope?" "Evidence that Mr. Young wasn't always a Boy Scout. The less you know son, the better." "Don't you need to make a call?" "No, that was just me playing poker," she said with a smile. "Remind me to never play poker with you." They laughed and walked into the house. Frankie poured his mom a glass of lemonade and said, "Mom, there's something I've got to tell you about me and Mrs. Young." "No, you don't Frankie," she said taking the glass. "I already know." "What? How?" "Frankie, I lied in court when I said I didn't know about Sandra's condition. The day she gave me the real contents of that envelope she told me about her brain tumor and your affair." Frankie's face went pale. He swallowed hard. "Mom I–" "Don't," she interrupted. "Whatever you had with Sandra is between you two. I will tell you that she did love you and wanted you to be happy." "When did she tell you?" "Two days before she died. I think she knew her time was up, and she wanted to clear her conscience. It was the only time we had lunch together. She asked me how you were doing in school, if you had a girlfriend, and other stuff. To be honest, when she handed me the real envelope, I threw it in my safe and didn't look at it. I was angry and hurt with her. So you can imagine how hard it was to find her two days later, dead. I was so focused on my anger that I didn't realize that she was dying. I mean, really dying. I knew when I called 911 it was pointless, but I also knew that no one knew about her condition. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner Frankie, but... Sandra was my only friend when your father left us. Remember when I told you about the mac and cheese?" "Yeah, I remember that." "What I didn't tell you was the first time you had it was shortly after your father left us. You were so little and as to why you father left, I can't really say. I will admit we were fighting, a lot. Money was tight for us. I had gotten pregnant with you sooner than we had intended and even healthy babies cost money. I don't wish to speak ill of him, but since neither of us have seen nor heard from him since you were about three or four, I don't have too many nice things about him." "I understand Mom." "I was having a rough time of it. I had just started at my job and was barely making enough to pay the bills, let alone keep food on the table. I came home from a really bad day at work and you knew it. You tried to do what you always did, hug me so I'd feel better, but I pushed you away and told you to leave me alone. You went outside and cried pretty hard. I felt like shit and just couldn't face you so I hid in my room and buried my face in a pillow. I have no idea how long I was there when I felt her hand on my shoulder." "Her?" "Sandra. She was holding you and telling me to get up. After a few minutes, I did. She took us to her house and fixed us dinner. You ate a big bowl of mac and cheese with a glass of lemonade while we ate steak and shared a bottle of wine. For the next week, she fixed us dinner and I was sure she'd never make mac and cheese ever again after that." "Why?" "That was all you would eat. But she didn't falter. Then, one night you asked for pizza instead. I thought poor Sandra was going to cry, but instead she smiled really big and asked you what kind. She helped me through a really dark time and gave me the strength to carry on. From then on, whenever you asked for the mac and cheese, I'd call her and the next night, a big bowl was ready for us to enjoy. I think it's why learning what you two did just before her death hurt me so. She was my friend and treated you like a son for so long, that it never occurred to me that she saw you grow into a man, while I still saw you as my little boy." Tears fell down Frankie's cheeks. Hearing his mom share this story weighed heavily on his heart. "I remember holding you when you'd cry, but I don't remember us ever coming here for dinner." "No, I didn't think you would. Like I said, you were maybe four at the time." "Why didn't we continue?" "Sandra wanted you to think I was making the mac and cheese. She wanted you to think I was Super Mom." "Well it worked, because I do think you are Super Mom." Frankie and his mom hugged for several minutes and shed many tears. They never spoke again about Mr. Young, his dad, or the affair between him and Sandra Young. A few days after all had been revealed, Mrs. Thompson came to visit, asking Frankie if he would be willing to mow her lawn and take care of her hedges again and of course, Frankie said he would. After he finished, she said she'd come by later to pay him for his services. That evening, Mrs. Thompson and an attractive young woman with dark brown hair came to Frankie's house. Frankie was sitting on the porch drinking a glass of lemonade, smiled and said, "Good evening ladies." "Hello Frankie," said Mrs. Thompson. "This is my niece, Rebecca." "I thought your niece got married last year?" asked Frankie, a bit confused. "That was my cousin," said Rebecca. "Oh," said Frankie feeling a bit embarrassed. "Frankie," said Mrs. Thompson. "Rebecca is visiting for a few weeks before she starts college. She was accepted to the same school you're in and I thought it would be nice if you two met so she'd at least have a friend when she starts school." "Really?" asked Frankie. "It was a tough choice," explained Rebecca. "But after weighing all my options I knew it was the right school. I was telling Aunt Millie and Uncle John about my decision when Aunt Millie said she knew someone who was going there. I mean what are the odds right?" "Right," said Frankie. "Oh man, where are my manners? Would either of you like a drink?" "Is that lemonade?" asked Rebecca. "It is," said Frankie. "It's fresh too. Just made it today." "That sounds fine," said Rebecca with a smile. "Well, I can't stay as Mr. Thompson doesn't know I'm out, but I wanted to give you this Frankie and thank you for coming by today." Mrs. Thompson handed Frankie an envelope. "Thank you Mrs. Thompson. I hope Mr. Thompson was happy." "Oh you know him," she said. "It's good to see you again Frankie. I'll let you kids get acquainted." "Bye Aunt Millie," said Rebecca. "Bye Mrs. Thompson." Mrs. Thompson walked away as Rebecca said, "So how about that drink." "Would you like to come in?" "Sure. My aunt tells me you own this place." Frankie escorted Rebecca in and explained how he inherited the house from Mrs. Young, but not about the affair. The two spent the bulk of the evening talking about school and each other. For the remainder of Frankie's stay, he spent the bulk of his time with Rebecca, even taking her up to the college to give her a personal guided tour. The two quickly became a happy couple and began dating with the start of the term. Their last weekend before school, Rebecca helped Frankie shut down his house. As she was looking for old sheets to cover the furniture with, she found the restraints Frankie had used on Sandra hidden in the linen closet. She carried them into the bedroom where Frankie was packing and asked, "What are these?" Frankie's face went pale. "Where did you find those?" "You're avoiding my question, Frankie." "Restraints." "Have you used them before?" Frankie bit his lip, but knew he was better off being honest with her. "Yes." Rebecca smiled. "Good." Frankie looked up at her surprised. "Good?" "Yeah, it means you know what to do with them. How many women have you used them with?" "One." Rebecca smiled. "Wanna make that two?" Frankie smiled. "Yeah." Rebecca tossed the restraints to him. "Tie me to the bed like you did her." Frankie resisted the urge to tell her he wasn't the bed, but he decided it wasn't important. He slid his suitcase onto the floor and said, "First things first, you need to get undressed." "Gladly." Rebecca stripped down revealing her firm young breast and trimmed sex. Though her breasts weren't as big as Sandra's, and her pubic hair was much darker, he still found her amazingly attractive. Frankie walked over and bound her wrists first. He helped her lay on his bed, then tied them over her head attaching the strap to the headboard. Each ankle was carefully bound and she was positioned spread eagle on the bed. Frankie quickly stripped down as his bulging cock was wanting out. He retrieved a condom from his bedside table, and began kissing up her right leg, over her hip across her stomach, and began sucking her right nipple. Rebecca moaned softly. "You're so beautiful," whispered Frankie. "Thank you," she replied. "Feed me your cock, lover." Frankie crawled up her body and cradled her head with his hand as he fed her his cock. Feeling her lips reminded him of Sandra and for the briefest moment, he felt a bit of guilt enjoying this younger woman's mouth. Then, he thought he heard her say, "Remember what I taught you boy." Frankie looked down as Rebecca's mouth slid up and down his cock. Occasionally he'd hear a slight slurping sound and felt her moan. Carefully, he turned himself around and as she sucked his cock, he leaned down and examined her pussy. The musky scent of her arousal fed his desire. He kissed her labia, and slid his tongue between the folds of the skin. He couldn't believe he found he enjoyed the sweet taste of her pussy more than Sandra's, but he did. He sucked her clit into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue as the hood retracted. Frankie wanted to make her cum, but he heard her mumble something. He pulled his cock out of her mouth. "Fuck me Frankie! Please! I want to cum on your cock!" Frankie quickly spun around, grabbed the condom, tore open the foil package with his teeth, and rolled it on his steel rod. He moved between her legs, lifted her hips up, and slid inside her. "Oh my god! You're so tight!" "You're so big!" she moaned. After a few gentle thrusts, he was fully inside her. He moved his hands to her breasts, caressing and kneading them. Rebecca moved her hips, meeting Frankie thrust for thrust. Panting and moaning, they fucked in the bed. "I'm close!" she cried. "Me too!" Frankie pistioned within Rebecca when he felt her pussy clamp down on his cock, her body shook, and she screamed. The sensation was more than Frankie could bear and he filled the condom with his seed. He kissed Rebecca hard, their tongues dancing together as they both rode the end of their joint orgasms. They kissed for several minutes while Frankie freed her hands. The air smelled heavy of sex, their bodies were covered in sweat. "Wow!" sighed Rebecca. "Whoever taught you how to fuck did a great job." Frankie blushed. "You're not slouch yourself." "Thanks." They kissed for a few more minutes, until Frankie's spent cock slipped out. He freed her ankles, then disposed of the used condom. "Thanks, by the way." "For what?" asked Frankie. "Using the condom." "Well, I didn't know if you were on the pill and I'm not ready to be a father yet." "Well, for the record I am. But before we brave sex without I'd like you to get tested." "I will if you will. We can visit the student health clinic after school starts." "Really? And my parents won't find out?" "Nope. They guarantee privacy. You're an adult now, and unless it's something they have to report to the CDC, you're just a number. Trust me, my roommate used them a lot last year." "Oh, a real ladies man, huh?" she asked, as she got dressed. "Something like that," said Frankie, slipping his jeans and boxers back on. They finished packing and shutting down the house, before enjoying dinner at Frankie's mom's house with Millie Thompson. Frankie's mom promised she'd take care of his house during his absence, and mentioned to him quietly she liked and approved of Rebecca. Sunday afternoon the couple bade everyone their goodbyes and drove together to school. Millie and Frankie's mom waved until the car disappeared from sight. "They make a good couple," said Frankie's mom. "They do indeed," said Millie. "Thanks for introducing them." "Rebecca is my favorite niece and her mother wanted her to finally meet a nice young man. I told her I knew the perfect one." "Do you think it will last?" "I hope so," said Mille. "They both deserve to be happy. Especially Frankie." Frankie's mom sighed. "Millie, would you like to go out for coffee sometime?" "I thought you'd never ask. I may not be Sandra Young, but I'd sure like to be better friends with you than I am right now." With that said, Millie and Frankie's mom drove to the coffee shop where Sandra and Frankie's mom met weekly and they shared their memories of Sandra Young, their children, and grew their newly-formed friendship.
10 Days in Hollywood: Day 10	12,798	4.74	1,981,034	[ "mf", "cons", "oral", "facial", "daisy", "star wars" ]	DISCLAIMER This story is a work of fiction and the characters are either completely fictional or are fictional versions of their real selves. The events depicted are made up and any similarity to real life events is purely coincidental. This story is meant as a work of erotic fiction only and is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18. I am always looking for feedback and conversing about my stories. If you would like to, please send an email to my profile. I am sorry, I don't do requests. \\\\\* \Bo bo bo bo\ The repetitive noise started rang around as my eyes slowly opened to the bright room. I was alone so it took a few moments to register what the noise was. The repetitive beep was a video call coming through on the phone but I couldn't immediately locate it. Eventually I found it and answered the voice call to be greeted by the face of Freya Mavor. "Hey boss, you still in LA?" "Yeah but I'm flying back this evening. Why's that?" I asked as I left the bed and started to make my way to the kitchen. "Well the ginger slut told me she couldn't get you into bed last night so challenged me to instead. Guess I can't if you're not here." "And why would you want to go and do something stupid like that?" "Well I've heard a few things. One is how nice your cock is. Can I see?" I looked at her with a quizzical look. We'd been a bit flirty during the making and release of my first filme but she had been in a long term committed relationship. The revelation of that ending a few days before had been surprising but I hadn't expected her to be so forward. "I'm not too sure Freya. I mean, he's not exactly awake at the moment." I replied as I turned on the coffee machine. "Maybe this will wake him." I looked at the screen as Freya lowered it down to bare her pert breasts. Her hand rested on her pert breast and pinched her nipple making it harder. I could feel my cock start to get hard so decided why not? I moved the camera down to show my cock and could hear a gasp on the other side. I returned the camera to my face and could see Freya smiling. "Fair enough, that is lovely. I'll have to arrange my schedule." With that Freya terminated the call after giving me a wink. I chuckled at the interaction before picking up my coffee. "Better get packed then." 10 Days in Hollywood: Day 10 Starring Daisy Ridley. Featuring Felicity Jones and Freya Mavor Mystery Celebrity Revealed MF, cons, oral, facial, It wasn't long after I got changed that they arrived to collect the car. I'd enjoyed my time driving the Porsche, my mind briefly returning to my experience with Kat Dennings earlier in the week, and I resolved to buy one when I could afford it. I took up my remaining time ensuring the house wasn't wrecked because I didn't fancy having to pay a repair bill when I got back to London. I text Daisy to find out where she was and it didn't take long for her to reply. 'I'm at the hotel, hurry up. I'm gonna be so wet for you.' I muttered to myself as I heard the horn from Emilio's car. I picked up my small bag and walked out to his vehicle, putting my bag in the trunk before joining him up front. He pulled out of the drive and headed down the hill. "Why am I picking you up so early?" "Got an appointment in Malibu before I fly." "Malibu? Jesus, you'll be cutting that tight. You meeting that Felicity girl again?" I shook my head as I looked at him. "Daisy." "Oh. Well let's get you there, huh! I know some shortcuts I learned from some flip flop wearing fucker." He spun the car around and we headed towards Malibu. It was a long drive due to traffic which gave us time to chat and catch up over the last few days events. He was impressed with my interactions with Summer and my experience with Elizabeth at the Marvel party. He told me about a similar experience he had in the past but noted it didn't improve his relationship with that person. "Well I will wait and see if Elizabeth starts to like me or not." "I would be surprised, she seems to dislike you because you're a cocky prick. I doubt sleeping with her is going to make you less cocky." "Probably not but she liked my cocky inside her." We both laughed at my terrible joke as we arrived at the hotel. Emilio placed the car in park and we headed around to the pool area, the same place where I met Felicity the week before. I quickly spotted Felicity who was relaxing in the sunshine but she was all alone. She looked exquisite in a British racing green bikini, her amazing body on full display. "Jones." She removed her sunglasses and looked up to me. "Cole. I didn't order any delivery for deep dicking today." "Afraid I'm not here for your use." "Ah, my dear lady Ridley is finally opening them, huh? Is the perverted Mexican yours?" I turned around to see Emilio chatting to two girls, one of whom was relaxing on her front with her thong clad ass in full view for him to stare at. I coughed to get his attention and called him over. His eyes lit up as he saw Felicity and what she was wearing. "Hello my darling, I'm going to babysit you. Come here and rub some sunscreen in my back." she said as she tapped the lounger next to her. "As you for you, Cole, Room 77." Felicity gave me a wink as she sent me on my way. I walked towards to the entrance to the rooms and peeked a view back over my shoulder. Felicity was quickly texting something on her phone as Emilio started to rub the screen over her shoulders. I studied the wall to see where room 77 was and quickly ascended the stairs. I reached the room to see a hotel worker standing outside. He appeared to be guarding the room and tuned to me as I approached. "Richard Cole?" he asked. I nodded my head. "ID please?" I looked at him confused before I grabbed my UK drivers licence from my wallet. It showed my face with my name, along with my address and date of birth. He handed it back to me before unlocking the door. "Thank God, you're here. I can go home now. Enjoy... I guess." I walked into the room and it was much larger than I expected. The lounge area was deserted but there was a sheet of paper on the coffee table. I sat down on the sofa and picked up the paper. 'Turn the telly on. Go to HDMI2 and press play on the second remote.' I followed the instructions and an image of Daisy popped up on the screen. She was dressed in a pair of fishnet tights and a blazer but no top or bra on underneath. She wore a bow tie and a top hat on her head. The ever-present smile graced her face. 'Welcome Richard. I know this is a bit weird but don't worry, it's not a VR porn experience. I thought I could model a couple of outfit choices to help decide which is the best one to wear. The Zatanna look or..." She clicked her fingers and instantly changed into a red bathing suit. "Maybe the Baywatch look. Although you'd feel a bit short changed as I'm not blonde or stacked enough." She said as she grabbed her boobs and shook them. "I have a better idea." She clicked her fingers and appeared in the Princess Leia bikini. "Too obvious?" she asked as she looked down. "Yeah, too obvious. Okay, one last look." I wasn't too sure if she was speaking to me or whoever she was filming with but she clicked her fingers and appeared in a West Ham United football shirt. It was a ladies fitted version and her hand obscured the view of her pussy. "A little birdie told me you were a fan and which guy doesn't want to fuck a girl in his favourite teams top?" She spun around and and I could see her bare arse peeking out before she returned to face forward. "Now all you have to do is turn the telly off and turn around to see what I chose." I did as she asked and I was greeted by the view of Daisy dressed in a white bra and panty set, garter and stockings. The white material looked fantastic on her tanned body with enough see through material to give me a tease of what was underneath. Without saying a word, she walked around the sofa so that she could stand in front of me. I was able to get a quick peek of her arse and could see it was a French knickers style with half of her arse cheeks uncovered. "Wow, you look stunning." I spluttered out as I looked up at her. "Well I thought I'd teased enough so would put on something nice." she said with a smile. "Even better for you to take off." She pushed my body back into the sofa and straddled my lap to get closer. She brought her lips down to my own and we drifted into a soft kiss. I thought it was a bit restrained but she soon parted my lips with her tongue and the kiss became more passionate. Her hands were placed on either side of my head and guided the kiss as her tongue thrashed around my own. As the kiss went on, Daisy started to buck her hips a little and rubbed her panty covered pussy into my lap. She was a little off rhythm so I moved my hands from my side to her hips and helped guide her. As the rhythm became more fluid, I moved my hands around and squeezed her arse cheeks. This elicited as moan from her as our kiss continued. She broke this kiss and looked down at me. "I've been waiting for this since I saw you on the plane." She whispered. "You've been planning it this long?" "Well I was gonna fuck you last week but the ex wouldn't leave in time. Then I had to go on that trip." "And now?" I asked as she smiled down at me. "Now you're mine." As Daisy finished her reply, she pulled the bra to the side revealing her left breast. She wasn't endowed massively in the breast department but she had nice round areolas and beautiful small nipples. She pulled my head down to her breast and I took the nipple into my mouth, gently sucking on it. A moan came from her lips and she rubbed her pussy into my lap with more fervor. Her nipple grew as it became more erect and I bit down onto the skin. To my surprise she moaned more as she seemed to enjoy the pain. Daisy leaned down and kissed me on the lips again as her hands started to remove my shirt, her fingers running along my chest as it became uncovered. They lingered around my nipples as I shuffled the shirt off, leaving me topless. I quickly unhooked her bra and whipped it off to the side so her other breast was also revealed. Daisy continued to grind into me and her moans became louder as I lifted my hands to her breasts and gave her nipples a rub. I wanted to test her pain level and pulled on the two nipples. "Oh God, yeah. Treat me rough, I've been a bad girl." "What have you done?" I asked as I looked up at her, my hand still playing with my nipples. "I fantasized about another man while I was getting fucked by my ex-boyfriend." "And what did you fantasize about him doing?" "Fucking me in the arse. Slapping me in the face with his cock.Treating me like his little whore." "And are you his little whore?" "I am now." To highlight the point, Daisy grabbed one of my hands and lowered it to her panties. I rubbed the front and could feel the wetness of her pussy coming through, it felt like she was ready. I decided to play around with her a little bit first. "Sounds like you've been a naughty little slut. And you know what naughty sluts get?" Daisy shook her head as a smile came across my face. I moved her from straddling my lap to being bent over it. I didn't have to say anything but Daisy knew straight away what was going to happen. I raised my hand and brought it down onto her arse with a thud. An excited squeal came out of her mouth as she felt my hand touch her skin and she gave it a shake for me to provide a target. I brought my hand down again and left a little red mark onto her arse. "Yeah, go on daddy, spank me! I'm such a naughty slut." Buying into the dirty talk pleased me so I continued to spank her. I swapped over to other cheek and brought down a couple of quick arse slaps and the red marks starting to even up. Daisy looked head the entire time but I could feel that she had creeped her hand down to her pussy, playing with herself as I treated her arse roughly. "God, I need your cock in me!" she moaned. She tried to get up off my lap but I placed my hand on her back to stop her. "You have to say please if you want to get up." She looked at me and shot a wink my way. "Please." I released my hand and Daisy stood up off my lap. She walked around the sofa to the bedroom and I could see her starting to remove her panties. I didn't want to keep her waiting so I stood up and took off the rest of my clothes. Didn't think I would need to tease her as she had already seen me naked after I hooked up with Felicity for the first time. I followed in her wake and I could see her laying on the bed naked, she was on her side and I got an excellent view of her arse. She beckoned me over and opened her legs slightly for me. I grabbed hold of my cock and slid it into her waiting pussy, she was already soaking wet. The teasing and foreplay had certainly done its job for Daisy. I kneeled at her legs and pushed myself into her while she continued to lay on her side. Daisy looked at me in silence and bit her lip as I continued to slide my cock into her. As the cock ran between her pussy lips, Daisy started to moan some more as we got into the rhythm a little bit more "Oh God, it does feel good. Felicity was right." "Did she say anything else?" i asked as I eased into her. "That you know how how to pound." We met eyes and I could tell she was ready to turn it up a little bit more. I moved my hands to hold her by the arse and knees and steadily increased the rhythm into her. The moaning of Daisy continued as I held onto her arse, it was easy to control the rhythm in the position she had chosen. My finger also started to slide towards her arsehole. Daisy's eyes were closed as I increased the rhythm and her enjoyment was obvious by the sounds coming out of her mouth. "You're enjoying this, huh?" Daisy opened her eyes and looked up to me. She nodded her head slightly and smiled at me, moans still coming out of her mouth. The smile got wider as she felt my first digit start to slide inside of her. I looked over her body to see her breasts bounce as I fucked her pussy. They were beautiful to look at. As my finger worked its way in and out of her arse, Daisy lifted her leg slightly. This adjusted the angle and I could feel the tightness of her pussy even more. "Oh fuck yeah, use me daddy. Use me like a whore, fuck me like a slut!" she moaned. I grabbed Daisy's leg and lifted it up to my shoulder as I increased the pace of my thrusting. Her breasts bounced more and the moans started to get louder, I had to take my finger out of her arsehole and hold onto her. "Please yes, fuck me doggie like a fucking cumslut." The sound of Daisy's voice was getting louder as my cock went into her pussy, a squelching sound happening as she got wetter. I was able to turn her onto her front without pulling out and Daisy pulled herself up onto all fours. I grabbed both hips and thrusted into her with power, the room filled with the thwacking sound of our two sweaty bodies hitting into each other. Daisy grabbed hold of the sheets on the bed to allow her to push back into me. Remembering her words from earlier, I grabbed a hold of her hair and yanked it back. "Yes daddy, fuck me, fuck me, yes yes yes!" I could feel how close she was getting so I started longer thrusts into her. The moans started to move into screams as she pushed back into me and her hand hit the bed as she felt my cock in her. "I'm cumming, yes, I'm cumming!" Daisy screamed through her orgasm as she continued to push back into me. A bead of sweat ran down her back before she collapsed onto the bed. She was breathing heavily to try and compose herself. She rolled onto her back and looked up at me. It was the first time that I saw her naked form in full. Her pert breasts rose with her breathing and her pussy was completely hairless. It was a nice neat slit with her clit poking out. "Wow, that was worth the wait." "Yeah it was. You're a dirty girl, huh?" I said as I looked over her. "Why don't we make me a little dirtier?" Daisy beckoned me over with her the curl of a finger. I shuffled my way over to her as she sat up and grabbed hold of my penis. She let out a little giggle as she moved her hand long my cock, ensuring it was at its full length. Daisy leaned in and devoured my cock in one go, her tongue running along the length as it passed. "Oh god, your mouth feel so good." Daisy moved her mouth up and down my cock as her fingers moved along my balls in a soft motion. She was an expert at sucking dick and I just watched as she mouth moved along it. "Fucking hell, I'm gonna cum soon, this is too good." This spurred Daisy on as she started to gorge my cock with an eagerness. She brought one hand up to jerk the cock that wasn't in her mouth while the other massaged the cock. She made a squishing sound as she sucked, the saliva in her mouth gathering up and spilling out a little bit. I knew I wouldn't be able to last with the power of her suction. "I'm gonna cum in a second." "Good!" Daisy said as she took the cock out of her mouth. Her hand continued to run along my cock and balls as I started to feel them tighten. I closed my eyes as I was about to cum and could feel Daisy monouver my cock. The first load shot out with a great force and, when I opened my eyes, I could see that it had landed just on her nose. The rest of the cum followed and landed on several places on her face. She stuck my cock back into her mouth once the shots finished so she could swallow the rest. As it finally ended, Daisy took my cock out and smiled as she felt the cum started to slide down. "That was wonderful!" someone said from behind. We both looked to see Felicity watching us. She looked slightly flustered. "Your little Mexican friend was very eager to taste my little English pussy. Shame I didn't have time to fuck him too but he was very good at making me cum." "I'm glad he could be of service." I said as I sat down next to Daisy "Yes, well he told me to ask you to hurry as you have a plane to catch." I rolled my eyes as I turned to Daisy. She smiled at me and placed her hand on mine. "You better be going then but this isn't the end. I'm not saying I want a relationship but I certainly enjoyed this. How about we take it fuck by fuck and see what happens?" "That sounds like a good plan. I would kiss you but your covered in my cum." "Return to sender!" Daisy said before grabbing my head and kissing. A little bit went into my mouth as I felt her tongue massage my own. The kiss had the desired effect and my cock started to switch, a shame I didn't have the time to do anything with it. When the kiss broke, we could see Felicity standing next to me. She offered a hand and helped me off the bed before taking my place and licking the cum off of Daisy's face. "You still taste nice." Felicity said to me with a wink. I started to get dressed as the two Star Wars actresses got very comfortable with each other, Felicity's clothes were making a quick exit. I grabbed my shirt from just outside the bedroom and watched at the two as they kissed. "Threesome when we're back in London?" "No." Felicity answered. "We don't share guys with each other, well not at the same time anyway." Daisy explained. "I do know a threesome we can have though, if Daisy is willing to loan." "We'll see, I quite like this penis. The person it's attached is alright I suppose." Daisy answered before giggling with her smile returning. "Charming! I'll see you across the pond." I turned around and exited the hotel room to leave the girls to it. I had to find Emilio who, I was in no doubt, would tell me all about Felicity. It was going to be an interesting drive to LAX. Epilogue Being dropped off at the airport was a much quicker experience that I had imagined. Emilio dropped me off at the door and wished me best, I promised I would get in contact when I was back in the States. Security took a little long to get through but there wasn't any apparent delay. For the several hours for departure, I sat down at the bar and decided to spend my time celeb watching. Early on I spotted Michael Fassbender and Alicia Vikander but it was slim pickings after that. I boarded the plane towards the back of the queue as, being in first class, I didn't feel the need to be in any rush. The cabin wasn't full as I arrived but I did spot Alicia and Michael. I gave him a wave as we'd met previously and Alicia seemed to give me a strange look. The stewardess walked me to the seat and I put my luggage in the overhead locker. I looked down and stopped in my tracks, sat in the chair was a mask. I instantly recognised it as the one worn by my secret liaison just a few days before at the sex party. I immediately looked towards Alicia but she had disappeared. I moved the mask to the side and sat down ready for take off. The time I'd spent in LA caught up with me and I quickly fell asleep. I awoke a few hours into the flight as the map on the screen showed the plane over the Atlantic ocean. The mask was no longer on the side and I could feel the presence of someone sat next to me. I looked to see the girl from the party. My eyes shot to Michael Fassbender's seat and Alicia was nuzzled into his shoulder. "Not a bad guess I suppose but she's got a hairier bush than me." "Well why don't you take the mask off?" I asked as i turned back to her. "No screaming like a teenage girl." she said as she dropped the fake American accent she'd used in our previous interactions. I recognised the voice straight away and this was confirmed as the mask peeled away to reveal Emma Watson. "Sorry I wasn't here for take off but the pilot offered to let me sit in the cockpit and I couldn't turn that down. Though you should has seen his face go red when I asked if I could sit on this lap." Emma said as she laughed. "So why the masked parties?" "Well I'm into some kinky shit, why do you think we fucked in the viewing room? I can't risk any of that coming out and ruining all of my good work. I learned at Brown early on how a little bit of sex can ruin a reputation. That prick couldn't wait to tell everyone how he fucked Hermione." "So why are you revealing yourself to me? I could call The Sun when we land!" She nodded her hand and dropped her hand to my crotch, gently stroking my cock through my clothes. "This is true but Felicity and Summer vehemently argued that you could be trusted. I'm sure Daisy would agree considering what you did to her today." "How do you know that?" "Daisy confides in Felicity and Felicity can't keep her mouth shut. Much like her legs." I laughed at her joke. "So everyone is asleep and we're stuck in this tube for several hours. What say we get to know each other?" The end. Richard Cole will return.
Don't Leave	143,603	4.52	15,725	[ "cock snatch", "fuck shannon", "cum shannon", "tina gasped", "thick dildo", "god tina", "cried orgasm", "small cock", "tina asked", "grinding hips" ]	"Please don't leave Shannon!" My back was against the inside of the front door. We never got any further before we were pawing at each in our heated states. And when I pressed my palm against her crotch and felt the hardness there, that's when we stopped, my mouth open and my eyes wide. Let's take a step back and introduce you to Tina. I was sent on an all day seminar through my company on payroll issues and the latest upgrade to the software we used. At morning break, I found myself in line with one of the other seminar participants at the Tim Horton's next door. We chatted on the way back and I moved my note pad over to her table for the rest of the day. We hit it off perfectly. We avoided the others at lunch to find our own spot together and began to talk about ourselves rather than the course. I couldn't believe how much alike we were, and yet just enough difference to excite me. She was single like myself, held more of a manager's position than me, a bit more confident, a few inches taller, short blonde hair, and wonderfully long legs. I could hardly concentrate during the afternoon but Tina asked lots of questions, really knew what she was talking about. "Want to go for supper?" Tina asked at the end of the seminar. "Sure, that would be great!" And half way through my Chicken Caesar supper, I felt her leg softly slide along mine. "Please tell me I didn't offend you?" she asked, smiling. I responded my kicking my shoe off and rubbing her long leg. Supper seemed to drag on from there. We took separate cars which was a real shame, back to her place, a trendy uptown turn-of-the-century apartment building. No elevator, we had to walk the four flights up. Each landing we paused to touch or kiss and then scamper up like schoolgirls chasing each other. And here we were, barely inside her door and I was shocked to feel something hard between her legs, pressing against the fabric of her skirt. "Please Shannon, let me explain!" "You better make it fast." I said, slipping away from the door and standing a few feet away, staring at her face and down to the now perceivable bulge. It wasn't large but I could see it now that I had touched down there. "I'm not a guy." "You're a guy who thinks he's a girl?" "No, no, no, I'm not a transvestite. I'm a girl, a woman. But I have, have a dick." My mouth popped open again. "You're a hermaphrodite?" She smiled. "You've heard of it?!" "Yeah, but I've never met one. I've seen pictures but…" Her smiled hooked even further up in the corners of her sweet mouth. "You've seen pictures, eh? Maybe you've been curious to meet one like me? Maybe fantasised?" Gulp. I've been caught. My face went red. And I nodded yes. "Don't be frightened, I won't bite." And Tina advanced towards me, "Unless you want me to." That broke the tension and I laughed at the old joke. Tina gathered me back up in her arms and kissed me softly. I could feel her smaller but firm breasts pressing just above my own. My hands slid around her back side and squeezed. Tina let out a short yelp and I quickly forced my tongue into her open mouth. She moaned with pleasure and we began to get more physical. Tina pulled me through the hallway and into the middle of the living room. Before long we had a puddle of blouses, bras, shoes, and skirts around our feet. Here we paused as once more I lay my palm against her crotch. Tina whimpered and begged me to touch her, don't be shy, to explore her. I knelt at her feet, and eased her support panties slowly and carefully down her hips and over her crotch. I eased the front panel out like a do with the guys until her cock sprang out from the waistband. It was a fairly ordinary looking cock, a foreskin slightly pulled back over a smooth head that lacked the more pronounced cap that I've seen on my guys. I slipped the panties over her painted toes and reached out and slid my left hand around the hard shaft. Judging from the size of my hand, her cock was probably 6 inched long, maybe a little less. Tina gasped as I held her and gently stroked it. My right hand explored her curly bush and found no traces of balls. "I don't have any." She moaned, knowing what I was feeling for. "But I still cum." I still remembered my high school biology and knew that the male lubricant came from elsewhere than the balls so I wasn't surprised but I shivered in anticipation of seeing her cock spurt out its goo. My right hand continued to explore and I see found her damp cunt lips. They were extremely small. Mine are fairly large compared to my fem lovers I've had, so the contrast between Tina and I was extreme. Smallness didn't affect her wetness though and my fingers between wet very quickly, and slid easily into a very hungry cunt. Having satisfied my curiosity for now, I got down to the joy of fingering and blowing this sexy chick with a dick. I had plenty of questions but I figured they could wait. And while I fingered her snatch, I opened my mouth and took in her cock, giving her a great blow job, or at least the guys say I do. Tina's hands were in my hair, gathering handfuls, gently pulling my head towards her. Her hips moved gently back and forth but before I could have her blow off in my face, she pulled away quickly, my right fingers pulling loose. Tina came crashing down to her knees in front of me, panting, her face flushed. She took my wet fingers and sucked on them. We then embraced once more, our lips smashing hard against each other. Breasts were fondled, nipples teased to hardness. I had her cock in one hand, Tina had one between my legs. "Oh shit Tina, lick my cunt." And she pushed me backwards till I was laying flat, knees raised and opened. Tina didn't hesitate and her mouth came down on my cunt in a fury. Her tongue parted my wings and probed my hot hole, her nose nuzzling my clit, fingers teasing at my lower entrance. I closed my eyes and moaned, massaging my own tits. She was wonderful if not a bit too fast and hard. And when she pushed a wet finger against my anus, sliding easily to the second knuckle, I cried out my orgasm. Tina switched her tongue from hole to clit and she teased me to yet another but smaller climax. Tina climbed up over my body and I gasped as she moved her small cock to my humming cunt and slid it home. I was in awe as she lifted herself up on her arms, allowing me to fondle beautiful firm breasts while feeling a throbbing, hot, living cock in my snatch. "Oh God Tina, that feels so good. I can't believe this!" "Shannon, you are so beautiful. I love you for accepting this so easily." And she slowly fucked me, grinding her hips into me. She wasn't big and long enough to make me cum this way, especially after making me climax twice. So now it was her turn. I wrapped my legs around her thighs, winked, and rolled her over onto her back. We laughed. I sat back on her cock, driving it a little deeper and Tina purred with pleasure. I slid off her and kissed my way down her chest, belly, navel and held her cock to my lips once more. I sucked my sweet juice off her cock. I worked two fingers into her tight snatch and started finger fucking her. "Shannon, hun. Would you please do something for me?" "Tina, anything!" "Go to the second desk drawer and take out my toy." Tina pointed at the sleek computer stand in one corner of the room. I found a black, thick, ribbed dildo there. I smiled and as I turned around to walk back to her, I played with the rubber cock head in my mouth. Tina was slowly stroking herself as she watched me. I stopped between her legs, parted my own, and teased the thick dildo along my own slit. "Fuck yourself before you fuck me Shannon. Shove that cock up your sweet cunt." I turned my wrist, bent a little bit and pushed the thick dildo into my cunt. "Oh God Tina, its so big!" I worked it in and out slowly and quickly. I wiggled it around. Tina was squirming on the floor, trying to finger herself and stroke herself at the same time. "Fuck me Shannon, fuck me now!" I withdrew the now glistening dildo and dropped between her legs. Tina gathered her legs up for me and I eased the cock into her snatch. I could feel the resistance her tight walls had on it. And after a few minutes of wiggling it and changing rhythms, I bent lower and popped her small cock into my mouth. I began to suck and bob up and down on her cock while fucking her with the black dildo. Tina screamed with pleasure, begging me to suck and fuck her. "I'm going to cum Shannon, you're making me cum, oh baby, I'm cumming!" I wonder what I should expect? Would her juices flow from one and not the other, maybe both? Would it be like a guys goop and like a girls? I was about to find out. I felt the small cock throb and the taste of precum was in my mouth. Definitely not as soapy. Tina suddenly grabbed my head between her legs and thrust her hips up and down. I was near to choking but it caught me by surprise. My mouth was filled with her female jism, still thick and plenty of it. I could also feel the dildo suddenly become a lot easier to push and pull. Tina finally relaxed. I popped her out of my mouth and inspected her cunt. She was soaked! It had seeped out of her and pooled on the clothes we had under us. Glad it was her blouse and not mine. God! What a soaker! "Shannon, oh baby, that was so good!" And as I crawled up her body, leaving the dildo buried in her so that I could push upon it, I found another surprise. Tina's tits had leaked a little sex milk. I've heard of this too but I shocked to find both a tit weeper and hermaphrodite together. I licked and sucked her tits, drawing out even more moisture. Tina moaned and thrashed under me, grinding her hips against me. I swung one leg over the outside of her hip and used my upper thigh to press against her dildo filled cunt. I fucked her with my leg this time while sucking and licking her wet tits. "Oh God, Shannon, I can't believe this! I can't believe I found you. Oh fuck Shannon, I'm going to cum again. Please Shannon, fuck me, fuck me!" I reached down and grabbed the semi erect cock and stroked it hard, like a guy pumping himself. Tina gasped and cried out her orgasm once again, her tit weeping in my mouth. Her cock didn't explode this time but her cunt must have. When we finally slide off each other, we were a royal sticky mess. I laughed at Tina's nervousness and assured her everything was okay. She took my hand and led me down to the washroom where we showered and explored each other some more. By the time I came home that night, I was exhausted. I hope she'll let me see her again.
Hotel Pictures Ch. 01	94,186	4.51	173,971	[ "luggage pulled", "molly pushed", "looked night", "move molly", "gave molly", "naked hallway", "molly move", "room molly", "watching asked", "robe completely" ]	We had planned this trip to NYC for over a year. It was a chance for us to get away from the house, away from the kids, take in a Broadway show, a few dinners, to take in New York City, and to relax/enjoy each other's company. We booked a room at the Marriott in lower Manhattan. We were told the hotel was fully booked on our arrival. We got a room on the 6th floor. It had a good view out towards the Hudson River, slightly blocked by other buildings in the area. It was still a good view. We unpacked and just laid down for a short nap. We knew we had a late night planned and we wanted our rest. We left the hotel around 7pm, taking a taxi to Times Square. We had heard a lot about the play STOMP from our friends, and now we were going to enjoy it for ourselves. We were not disappointed, the play was wonderful. Molly did not really know what to expect from the play, but on the way back from the theater her kiss told me she enjoyed the event. We found a nice cozy restaurant, and had a great meal. The wine flowed as well, and we were both feelings its effect as we left the restaurant. We took a taxi back to the hotel. Molly was getting a bit frisky on the ride back to the hotel. Her kisses used both lips and tongue. Her hand frequently found its way to my zipper. I returned the favors, pulling her dress down a bit and showing a little of her great tits. We arrived back to the hotel. I paid the driver and she ran for the door. We giggled like little kids as we found the elevator and made our way back to the room. We forgot that the curtains to the window were left completely open. But that did not stop Molly from going directly over to the open window after she entered the room. She looked out into the night, placed her hands on the sill, and said, "Honey, look how beautiful the city is at night. Isn't it just wonderful?" I had just turned on the room lights when she started to speak. I walked over behind her. I placed my hands on her shoulders, looked out into the night and said, "Yes, it is beautiful." She turned, put her arms around me and placed a kiss on my lips. It just felt so right. She broke the kiss, pushed me away. A devilish smile came into view and she then said, "Would you like a show?" "Of course I would love a show from you, Molly." "Okay, here we go…." And with that she started to move by the window while she unbuttoned her blouse. One button as she moved around the room, then the next until the blouse lay fully open. Her lacy black bra was in view. She shook her shoulders and the blouse started to fall from her body. Her eyes remained locked onto me, while she smiled, and moved. The blouse finally fell to the floor and she grabbed the side of her skit, first to unbutton the one button and then to unzip the zipper. She let go of the skirt and it slid slowly down her long legs. She stepped out of the skirt now wearing her bra, a g-string, black thigh-high stockings, and 4" heels. She looked great. She took a step towards me, turned around facing the window, placed her hands up behind her, and unclasped the snap to her bra. She let it go and it fell quickly to the floor. I could see her breasts clearly reflected in the window. She was smiling and looking out over the city. Her hands went to her g-string. She pushed it down to her knees, wiggled, and it dropped by itself to her ankles. She stepped out of the g-string. She was naked except for the heels. The lights were on in the room. The window was open. And if anyone was watching, they were seeing my beautiful naked wife dancing ever so slowly in the window. I moved up behind her. Placed by arms around her and cupped her breast. I let my fingers wonder to her nipples and I pinched them both. I saw the reflection of her face in the window. She closed her eyes and moaned. I moved one hand slowly down her body, over her tummy, down between her legs, down to her pussy, coming to rest on her cunt. She spread her legs slightly and stopped moving. I let one finger slide into between her pussy lips and found her very wet. I said to her, "would you like for me to fuck you here at the window for everyone to see?" She responded, "YES!" I removed one hand, found my belt buckle, opened it, found the button to my pants, unzipped the zipper and let my pants fall to the floor. I pushed the boxer shorts down letting my erect cock spring out. She pushed her ass back into my cock. I thrust forward, missed, thrust again, found a wet spot, and thrust again. She was so wet that I slid in very easily. I could feel her wetness around my cock as it entered. She was getting wider as my cock was getting deeper. I grabbed her hips and started to rock her back-and-forth. My cock was moving in-and-out with the movement of her hips. I started to move her faster as my excitement was starting to climb. I looked out the window and could see the building directly across from us. In the window there was another couple. They were standing in their window, watching. I continued to make love to my wife. "Molly, do you see those two watching us?" "Yes, they have been watching for a while." With that I could feel my excitement climb with such energy that I knew it would not be long before I came. I continued to move Molly's hips faster, and faster. I came with such excitement that I pushed Molly against the window. Pushing her naked breasts against the cold glass. I just did not care if anyone was watching. I just was enjoying the moment. We stood at the window for a little longer, and then I pulled out. I moved back into the room. Molly stood at the window, continuing to give a show. Then she withdrew into the room with me. Molly, still naked, said, "I didn't get any. Now it is my turn." I said, "You will in good time, but just not this instance." I went to our luggage and pulled out the digital camera. I said, "I need to record a few souvenirs before you get yours." She smiled, still naked and started to pose. My hands were shaking, but I was able to take a number of pictures of her moving around the room. On the bed. In front of the desk. On the chair. In front of the window. And then I stopped. "Molly, would you do something a little different for me tonight." "What?" "Would you pose naked in the hallway?" "No way! What if someone caught us?" "Molly, it is late and most people are probably asleep. The chance of getting caught is slim. Plus you can bring your robe out with you if you wish." "Okay, for you, but if anyone comes out, I want back into the room fast, okay?" "Okay." With that she walked over to the closet, pulled her robe from the hanger, put it on and tied it around her. She looked great with this robe that stopped 6" from her ass. She still had the stockings and heels on. She looked sexy even clothed. We walked over to the door. She looked back at me and said, "I must really love you to do this." I responded, "Yes, you do." With that I opened the door and we both walked out into the hallway of the hotel. We stopped, listened. There was no one else on the floor. "Okay, Molly, time for the model to pose." And with that she walked about 10 feet down the hallway, turned, smiled, struck a pose and said, "Okay start shooting." I started snapping the pictures. FLASH… she opened her robe. FLASH… she showed me one tit FLASH… she showed me both tits. FLASH… she pulled the robe down to her waist FLASH… the robe was completely open and I could see her naked. FLASH… FLASH… FLASH…. "Molly, drop the robe." She did not move. "Molly, take the robe off and let it drop to the floor. I want to see you completely naked." With that, she took the robe completely off and dropped it to the floor. She started to dance naked down the hallway as I continued to take pictures. How I was able to continue to take pictures was a surprise to me. But the pictures we looked at later showed that she enjoyed the session and I was composed enough to capture her on film. She was now a good 25 feet away from me when suddenly a room door between us opened and out stepped a distinguished man that looked to be a little older than me. He spotted Molly immediately, stopped and just stared. We both stopped not knowing what to do next. She then tried to cover herself as best she could with her arms, but that was marginal at best. She gave me a look that said, help! I started to move towards her. She just stood there naked while the man stared at her. Then there was another noise. It sounded like a large group of people coming out of an elevator. The man must have heard the sound as well, read her body language and said, "My room is here, you can duck inside until they are gone." I yelled, "Molly, do it!" And with that, she moved past the man, into his room. He followed her and I followed them both. He closed the door after we both were in the room. He turned to us, smiled and said,"that was quite a show you were putting on out there in the hallway." "Were you watching?" asked Molly. "Yes," said the man. "How?" asked Molly. "Through the Fish Eye." "Oh my God!" said Molly, still naked and still trying to cover herself with her arms. "You are quite the beautiful woman. I really enjoyed your show. I wanted to see more of you that is why I opened my door and stepped out. You are even better close up." Molly blushed. "Do you have something I could use to cover myself up with? I really do not want to be standing naked here." The man said, "Yes", and move over to his luggage. He pulled out a dress shirt and gave it to Molly. Molly quickly put it on. Closed it around her body, and stepped back. The shirt was twice her size and covered her well. "I will have my husband return your shirt shortly. Thank you for lending this to me. I think I need to go now", said Molly. But it sounded like the group we heard getting off the elevator was having a party right out side the door. The man said, "You probably would want to stay until the group leaves. In the mean time, please sit. Make yourself comfortable." With that Molly walked over to the chair and plopped herself down and I went over to the desk to stand. The man moved to the bed, sat down and began to talk again. "I must say that you are a beautiful creature. I have never seen someone as beautiful as you. Your nakedness only amplifies your beauty. Your husband is one lucky man to have a wife like you." Neither I nor Molly said anything. She just sat there, in his shirt, listening. The man continued, "I guess the two of you like the excitement of being a little daring." Molly responded, "Yes, we do, but I am now very embarrassed." "Why? I don't know you and you don't know me. Tomorrow I will not be able to tell anyone who you are. No one but us will know this happened." "Yes, I guess you are right." "Did I hear correctly that your name is Molly?" "Yes" "Molly, does it excite you to think that someone is watching?" asked the man. "Yes" "Isn't it exciting that you got caught". "Yes" "Isn't your heart beating fast even now?" "Yes," answered Molly. I was listening to a conversation that was starting to take off. "Didn't it excite you now that you know I saw you naked?" "Yes" "Wouldn't you like to continue?" She hesitated and then said, "Yes." "So let's continue. Stand up Molly!" With that, Molly moved out of the chair and stood up. "Take off my shirt and give it back to me, please." Molly slowly unbuttoned the shirt, took it off and threw it on the bed. She was naked again. This time she did not try to cover up. "Do you enjoy me looking at you naked?" "Yes" "Will you do more for me?" "Yes" And with that command she started to move and dance for us. "Molly, move over to the window and open the curtains." Molly moved over to the window, pulled the curtains back, moved up to the window and looked out over the city lights." "Does it excite you that others may be looking at you from outside as I am looking at you now?" "Yes". "Move you hand down between your legs and tell me if you are wet." Molly did as she was told and moved her hand between her legs. She spread her legs and slipped one finger into her pussy. She pulled it out and up to her lips. After she tasted her finger she said, "Yes, I am wet." "Good, then turn around, remain standing by the window and masturbate for me." Molly turned, faced the man, spread her legs and started to masturbate. I could see the lust in her eyes. She wanted to cum and she wanted to cum for this stranger. I remembered the camera, pulled it out and started to take pictures again while she gave us both a show. "Are you hot now, Molly?" "Yes." "Before I will let you cum, you need to put on a show for us and the people outside. Caress yourself and run you hands over your body. Continue to move. Show us and show you fans outside." Molly started to move her hands over the entire length of her body. From her thigh, up over her pussy, past her tummy, up to one breast, pinching a nipple, running her hand up to her face and her fingers into her hair. While both hand were running up and down her naked body, she continued to dance by the window. Moving around so we could see all of her nakedness and so could the world. "Do you want to cum now, Molly?" "Yes" "Then move over to the bed, get on your hands and knees, and spread your legs." Molly did exactly that. Here she was, naked, in this man's room, on this man's bed, with her legs spread, pussy showing, breast hanging down, looking back as us with lust in her eyes. The man got up and moved towards the bed, facing her ass. Quickly he dropped down placing his face into her ass and grabbing her ass. He started to lick her ass, then kiss her pussy, forcing his head deeper into the slit of her pussy. She moaned. Molly pushed back. She was enjoying his attention. He continued to kiss, lick and touch her breasts. His head was moving up and down the full length of her ass. Her breathing became faster, her moans louder, her movement faster. She was cuming and then she came. She came loud, hard, and fast. Bucking like a bronco, still remaining on her hands and knees. She remained on the bed, eyes closed, taking in her orgasm, letting it ripple through her body. She was on fire. He stood up, dropped his pants, and pulled off his shorts off. He grabbed her, pulled her off the bed, over to the window, placed her hands on the sill, positioned himself behind her and slid his cock into her. He slid in fast. She was still very wet. She pushed back as he entered. It was clear she wanted this. He looked my way and said, "She wants pictures to remember this by." And with that I started to shoot more pictures. She was meeting his thrusts, helping him to cum. He was clearly climbing in his excitement. When she suddenly stopped, reached back, grabbed his cock, slipped it out of her pussy and positioned it against her anus. "I want you to cum in my ass," she said. He turned towards me, smiled, and with a hard thrust pushed his cock into her ass. "That feels so great!" she cried. And they began to move again while I continued to take pictures. They were again gaining in movement, when she stopped again. She looked at me and said, "I want you both. I want you both in me." Looking at me she said, "Get out of your clothes and get on the bed!" I put the camera down. Stripped. Walked over to the bed, and laid down on my back. Molly came over to the bed, sat on top of me and slid my already hard cock into her wet pussy. No sooner than I was in when the man moved over us both, positioned his cock at her ass, pushed and entered her. I could feel his cock brush against mine as he entered her. Molly let out a cry, "oh, oh, it hurts! It feels great!" At first, the three of us were moving to our own enjoyment, and then we found a cycle that had us moving in unison. Our movements increased with our excitement. Each new thrust came with more determination. We were all very excited. Molly was enjoying the two cocks inside of her. We both were enjoying our individual wet hole. Our movements grew rapidly and before I knew it Molly was cuming, then found myself cuming, and finally the man came. We stopped, did not move, and remained interlocked by our sex, still breathing hard. Finally the man rolled off of Molly and onto the bed. She rolled off of me between the two of us. The three of us collapsed onto the bed. The man pulled himself up to Molly, wrapped a hand around her, grabbed one breast and snuggled his face into her hair. I moved up to Molly and pushed my limp cock up against her body placing my hands on her body. The three of us just lay there, catching our breath with eyes closed. It was not long before we were all asleep. \\\\\\ The sun streaming in the open window woke Molly and me up the next morning. I found her still naked, in my arms. We had not returned to our room. I looked for the time and found it to be late. Molly stirred, we both sat up. On the bed lay a large white box and a note. I opened the note, read, it and gave it to Molly. She read the note, smiled, looked up at me, and said, "Do you want to?" I smiled back, "Why not." TO BE CONTINUED
Bee Girl and Knicker Boy Ch. 02	12,222	4.52	369,184	[ "coed", "college", "cross-dresser" ]	"How about these?" Bee held up the tiny lace knickers she had worn the first day we met. It was now four days later and she was searching for a pair of knickers for me to wear out tonight. "Aren't they-" "Yup." "I'm not sure that they would keep everything in Bee. They are quite tiny. Why can't I just wear some of my own?" "Because the point is that we are dressing up as each other. These ones will be fine," and with that she thrust the knickers into my hand along with the matching bra. Next she handed me a black skirt and one of what seemed to be an inexhaustible supply of black and yellow striped jumpers. "This one is a bit big for me so it should be ok for you. We'll do your hair once your dressed." I made my way back to my room, undressed and delayed getting dressed again by stopping at my sink to shave. Freshers week was now in full swing and had been something of a social whirl. It had mainly comprised of sleepy mornings, afternoons full of administrative tedium and nights of drinking and making new friends. My flatmates were all friendly and for now we were all getting along well. Bee and I had stolen some precious moments together but we could not be described as a couple, 'good friends' was probably more fitting. Tonight was Wednesday night and Wednesday night of freshers week was drag night at the student union. Boys dressing up as girls, girls dressing up as boys. Bee had hit upon the idea of the two of us simply swapping clothes, a convenient idea that meant she could still wear girl's knickers. I finished shaving and started to dress again. I stepped into the knickers and pulled them up. They were too small for me and there was limited room for my penis which proceeded to flop out whichever way I tried to position it. Next I picked up her bra and, before putting it on, had a quick peek at the label. 34C. Bra sizes have always turned me on, just the sound of them. 34C, 32B, 36D, whatever. They just sound sexy. I fastened the bra around my chest and padded it out with a few rolled up socks. I quickly pulled the jumper on over the top to save my embarassment. The skirt was actually quite comfortable and I was pleased with the overall effect despite the discomfort of my crotch. I made my way back through to Bee's room and found her pulling my pair of brown cords up her legs and fastening them with my belt. She wore my blue jumper and had dotted her face with stubble using eyeliner. Unable to do anything to replicate my much shorter hair she had simply covered hers up with a woolly hat taken from my room. The effect was oddly disorientating. "Hello Thomas," I greeted her. "Hi Bee," she replied. "Look, I'm not wearing a bra," and she thrust her chest out, making it impossible for me to miss the bulge of her shapely breasts. "Well, I wouldn't expect you to wear a bra," I said, trying to stay in character. She giggled and pressed herself up against me. She ran one flat palm over the front of my skirt, awakening my soft penis. "How are the knickers?" "Tight." "You've got good boobs," she cupped my sock-padded tits. "You've done them a bit big to be me though," she smiled. "Nah," I insisted and slid one hand up her jumper to cup her boob, causing her to purr with pleasure, "I think I got them just right." She removed my hand from her chest and told me to sit down at her desk. I did as I was told and she began to decorate my hair with yellow and black clips and bobbles, pulling bits of hair this way and that. Next she slipped assorted bracelets up my wrists and painted my nails. We argued about make-up before hitting the compromise that I would wear eyeliner and mascara but that was all. She applied it enthusiastically. Our flatmates had congregated in the kitchen and as we strode in, Bee looking like me and me looking like Bee, they broke into a spontaneous round of applause. We got drinks and joined the party, the girls all comparing their applied stubble, us boys predictably comparing our fake chests. Soon we decided that we should move down to join the party at the student's union and finished our drinks in preparation. However, as we moved off down the corridor I realised that Bee was missing and assumed that she had gone to the toilet. I told the rest of the group that I would wait for her and as I waited on my own in the corridor I paced up and down practicing swinging my hips whilst I walked and pushing my sock-boobs out in front of me. When Bee didn't reappear for five minutes I began to worry. I checked the bathroom but she wasn't there and so I knocked on her door but there was no answer there either. Realising my phone was in my room I went there and was surprised as I opened the door to find Bee in my room, looking like me and standing at my wardrobe. "Oh. What are you doing here?" I enquired, a little confused and a little annoyed. "I don't feel like going to the student union," she replied. "I feel like staying here." "Oh." "You look sexy." "I look like you." She giggled. "Lets play a game." "O-kay," I replied hesitantly. "Well, not so much a game, more of a re-enactment." "Ok. What do you want to re-enact?" Now I was completely confused. "I want us to re-enact what happened the first day we met." My head whirred with the implications. She wanted us, me dressed up as her, her dressed up as me, to re-enact us having sex. I still didn't understand how this would work entirely but the more I thought about it the more I liked it and my cock, one step ahead of me, was already growing hard in anticipation. "Do I have to be all nervous and stuff?" I asked. "No, I have to be all nervous and stuff. You get to be a purring sex kitten," she said with a wink. "Well, I can certainly do that. So, what happens first?" "You don't remember? You come into my room all sexy looking and find me packing away my clothes and I try to hide the fact I'm staring at your boobs and hold myself back from jumping your bones straight away." I backed out of my room and knocked on the door. I heard Bee shout to come in and entered. I sat down on my bed, my hands behind me and pushed my chest out for effect. Bee pretended to look all flustered and made a show of staring straight at my chest. "C-come and s-s-sit down," she stammered. "Hey, I wasn't like-" I started but she held up a hand and glared at me. "Ok... um... you can call me Bee if you want," I made an attempt at fluttering my eyelashes towards her. "Um... something about me being dressed like a bee." "It's not weird at all, you seem like an ace person," Bee said with a smile. "Anyway, maybe I've got my own secret." "Like what?" I asked. "I- I like to wear girl's knickers," the sentence sounded unreal coming from her mouth. "Can I see?" I tried my best at a coquettish purr. With that she pulled down her trousers and I was left staring at her wearing my knickers which, suffice to say, looked far far better on her. My cock was definitely getting much harder now and was forming a tent shape in my skirt. I did nothing but gaze with admiration at her legs, her hips and the black lace that was obscuring her pussy. The very same garment at which she had gazed at in astonishment just days before. "I can't believe you're wearing girl's knickers," I told her. "I don't wear them all the time." "They're nice. I think I've got some quite similar." I did have some like that, she was wearing them right now. This game was confusing but I wasn't complaining. "Um, what comes next?" "I blush a bit and you offer to show me your knickers." "Oh, right. Do you want to see my knickers?" "Mmm, yes please," she replied. She was much better at being me than I was. I stood up, my hard-on already obvious through my skirt. Trying to ignore this I unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving me standing in a pair of too-small knickers from which my hard cock had already burst free. It did not even keep my balls in and so was essentially just decoration but Bee still grinned approvingly. Now I pulled the jumper up and over my head revealing a black lacy bra stuffed with socks. A naughty smile crept across Bee's face before she realised instead that she was supposed to be gawping at my breasts. "Mmm, nice," she said, forgetting to look at my chest and instead staring straight at my erect penis. I took the compliment. She took a step towards me and grabbed a handful of my butt cheeks, feeling the material stretched over them. The head of my cock was already pushing against the top of her thigh. Bee knelt down and proceeded to run her finger along the embroidery on the front of the knickers, looking up at me as she did this. She knew full well that I would much rather she stroked my cock instead but she was clearly keen on sticking to the script. Her fingers explored further down and I felt her fingertips brush across my testicles and further down between my legs. "Take them off," I could hardly get the words out. "Sure?" "Yes." She pulled the knickers down and now my throbbing cock was just inches from her face. She licked her lips and allowed her tongue to slowly crawl out of her mouth until the tip of it connected with the tip of my cock. I gasped and placed my hands on her head, willing her to take my cock into her mouth. She held it at the base and brought her open mouth down on it, the head disappearing in first followed by the next few inches of the shaft. I looked down at her past my sock-boobs and could see that her other hand was busy in her knickers as she began to slide my engorged member in and out of her mouth. She let it fall out, looked up at me, then back to my saliva-covered cock and shoved it back into her mouth again, sucking hard on it, her lips sliding beautifully back and forth, occasional moans escaping her mouth as she fingered herself a little harder. "Turn around and... bend over," she managed to say as she pulled her mouth away from my cock, her fingers still busy. I did as I was told and placed my hands on the bed and thrust my bum in the air. Seconds later I felt Bee's soft flesh up against me and she took my cock in her hand and started slowly stroking it from behind. The chunky bracelets on my wrists jangled against each other as my hands took the full weight of my body and the force of her strokes. "Mmm... your cock is nice and wet. Slips through my hands really easily." "Harder. Faster," I pleaded. "Like this," she complied with my wishes, gripping it harder and increasing her speed until she was wanking me furiously. "Oh...yeah." Suddenly she stopped what she was doing. "Don't stop, please, don't stop." "Wait... I need to lock my door." She let go of my cock and moved away. This was my cue to get on the bed and start masturbating. She turned back to find me lying on my back in just her bra, frantically wanking my rock hard cock. She was still wearing my blue jumper and a woolly hat and she made no move to take them off as she walked towards the bed and then prowled up the bed to me on all fours until her dripping wet pussy was positioned directly over my cock. "Please, take the jumper off." "That didn't happen the first time," she shook her head. I wanted her completely naked, I wanted to see her riding my cock, her breasts bouncing as she did so. "Ok then. Keep it on but please fuck me NOW." "You're so dominant." With that she slid her pussy down onto my cock. The tip of my cock pressed against the entrance to her hole which was soaking wet with her juices, I couldn't help thrusting my hips and feeling how tight the entrance was. My hands found her bum and I squeezed it, encouraging her to slide her cunt all the way down my cock until I was filling her up. Her hole was tight and wet and she started to slide up and down along my shaft, using my dick to get her own pleasure. She looked down at me with a dirty smile on her face and continued to grind away. I could feel her pussy tightening more and more around my dick, with each thrust she seemed more and more turned on and she began to let out little moans each time she slid all the way down me. She kept getting faster and faster and I could this was sending me spiralling towards orgasm. I could feel that soon I was going to erupt up inside her but before I could tell her this she slowed down and told me- "I'm going to... come soon." "If you come... I'll come." I could imagine the walls of her pussy spasming around the shaft of my cock and knew that that would cause me to come. She slid up and off me and now her fingers began to busily rub her clit. As she did this I took hold of my cock and began to wank myself off manically, the fact that my come was going to spurt out at any second the only thing I could think of. My hand slid easily up and down the shaft, lubricated by Bee's juices. Suddenly I felt Bee's fingers sliding over my balls until they settled and she gently began to probe my prostrate. The sensation was a surprise but was certainly not unpleasant. "Yes...oh... yes," I moaned, encouraging her to carry on whilst I stroked myself faster and faster. "You going to come?" I nodded and with that thick jets of come flew out of my cock, landing on Bee's hand and wrist and the bed covers. Bee was still masturbating furiously and, turned on by the sight of my climax, she looked ready to come. But suddenly she stopped what she was doing and crawled further up the bed until she was straddling my face. Once there her fingers got back to work on her clit and as she reached her orgasm I began invading her pussy hole with my tongue, licking the entrance to her cunt for all I was worth. I felt her legs clamp hard around my head and her pussy spasm over and over whilst somewhere above me she moaned with pleasure. Moments later she lay on my stomach, a look of satisfaction on her face whilst she idly cupped my sock-boobs. "You've got a great cock. And great boobs." "Can I take them off now?" I asked. "I guess so." I undid her bra and sighed with the relief of finally taking it off. Rolled up pairs of socks tumbled out of it. Bee watched me and then sat up and lifted my jumper up and over my head. I grinned appreciatively as I took in the sight of her breasts. She reached up and pulled off her hat but my eyes remained glued to the immaculate curves of her chest. "They're just boobs," she said, matter-of-factly. "Yeah, but they're beautiful," I told her and, as if to demonstate my point, leaned in to them and began to lick all around one nipple. Her nipple immediately grew erect and I enjoyed taking it between my teeth and nibbling gently on it as she mmmed quietly to herself. I could taste the salty taste of the sweat on her skin as I kissed my way across her chest to her other nipple which I treated in the same way as the first. "Mmm." "Mmm?" I asked. "That feels nice." To my amazement her fingers had begun to explore her worn-out pussy whilst I played with her nipples and now the sight of her doing that set me off again. My cock was not yet fully hard but I could see it growing again, slowly yet steadily. I took one of her nipples between finger and thumb and twisted it, then pinched it and then pulled it before letting it go. This had the effect of increasing the speed of Bee's masturbation and when I went to toy with her other nipple my other hand found my cock and before I knew it I was once more stroking my hard cock. "I want you to fuck me," Bee ordered dreamily as if she were off on another planet. "You want me to fuck you?" "I want you to fuck me HARD." With that I was between her legs, pushing the head of my cock once more into her tight, wet and throbbing pussy. "Fuck me HARD and FAST," she ordered. "Make me come." I slid into her and began to slam into her as hard as I could. She moaned, wrapped her legs around me and began to bite my shoulder as my stiff dick explored the tight passage of her pussy. I pushed as far in as I could and pulled nearly all the way out, using the whole of my cock to pleasure her. She was getting tighter and tighter as I rammed her over and over again, no thought in my mind but the fact that she was moaning and sighing and scratching her fingernails down my back with pleasure. No thought but making her come, certainly no thought of stopping. A series of short moans warned me of Bee's oncoming orgasm and seconds later I felt her pussy spasming over and over again as I put all my energy into fucking her as hard as I possibly could. She clenched around my cock, gripping harder and harder and I felt certain that I was going to come but I managed to hold off as I watched her nipples bounce around as her body jolted over and over again. I felt as though I could have charted her orgasm by the movement of her nipples and recorded the orgasm's size on the richter scale. Finally her pussy began to settle down around my hard cock, yet when I tried to pull out of her she pleaded with me to stay inside her a second longer. "I have to take my dick out of you at some point," I reasoned. "Mmm... not yet." Absentmindedly I began thrusting slowly into her. "Mmm, that's right. Keep on fucking me... I can tell you need to come." I did need to come, she was right. I picked up the pace and once more I started screwing her, her pussy tight from her orgasm, my dick desperate to get off on the feeling of being inside her. "When you want to come, mmm, pull out of me and spray it all over me." "All over you?" "Make me as messy as you want." This spurred me on and I began fucking her harder and harder whilst she moaned gently. "I'm going to come Bee," "Yeah, come on me. Come all over my tits." I couldn't help it after that remark. I pulled my cock out of her and watched as more come burst from my cock and landed all over her stomach and her chest, big drops of the stuff running down between her boobs. I stayed on my knees for a moment longer completely out of breath, looking down at Bee soaked in my semen. She began to giggle as she looked at the mess I had made on her and that was the last sound I heard before I collapsed on the bed next to her and we both dopily stumbled into a slumber.
Frankie & Mrs. Young	209,092	4.75	595,296	[ "18-year-old", "male virgin", "his first time", "older woman", "shower", "anal", "summer", "milf" ]	Frankie had been doing the same thing every summer since he was 14; mowing the lawns for the local housewives of his neighborhood for some extra cash. Most paid him well, and he had a series of regular clients. Most people wouldn't think looking at him that such a friendly and dependable kid would also be successfully running his own lawn mowing business. Now, 18, this would be his last summer of mowing lawns as he was leaving for college in August. Frankie was a handsome young man, with light brown hair and blue eyes, and thanks to his lawn mowing job, had developed a nice firm shape to his 5'11" body. He even had a set schedule that he stuck to faithfully. Every Tuesday and Friday, he'd start at Mrs. Green's house, then Mrs. Thompson, Mrs. Young, who would feed him lunch, then visit Mrs. Packard, and end at Mrs. King's house, who lived next door. The ladies always looked forward to his visits, and at the end of summer, would always tip him well with money, or gift cards to his favorite store. His favorite was Mrs. Young, because she always fed him and allowed him a rest before he had to move onto his next client. She was also the one he was the most attracted to and would fantasize about many nights alone in his bedroom. He dreaded Mrs. Thompson's because her husband was often there and would criticize him for not mowing the lawn correctly, but wouldn't do it himself. He also wouldn't let Mrs. Thompson give him a tip when he was around, which was too often. Mr. and Mrs. Thompsons had to go out of town for a wedding and Frankie was told not to mow their lawn during their absence. Mr. Thompson felt Frankie was a punk looking to rob their house because his mother wasn't married and he was earning money to help her pay the bills. Mr. Thompson had no idea how hard Frankie's mother was working, or how Frankie's father had abandoned them both when Frankie was a baby. Frankie disliked Mr. Thompson, but liked Mrs. Thompson, and wondered why such a nice woman was with such a cruel man. Mrs. Thompson told Frankie if he would mow the lawn upon their return, she'd pay him extra, even if she had to sneak the extra money to him through one of the other neighbors (like Mrs. Young.) Often, Frankie would tell Mrs. Young how much he wished Mrs. Thompson would leave Mr. Thompson, but said he'd always mow her lawn if she asked, even for free, so Mr. Thompson wouldn't be angry with her. That first Tuesday the Thompsons were gone, Frankie started his day as usual, going to Mrs. Green's house early, and mowing her lawn. She liked it when he'd start early so she could enjoy her nicely mowed lawn all day. She slipped him an extra ten bucks, a kiss on his cheek, and thanked him for his time. Frankie trekked to the Thompsons' before he remembered they weren't home. He decided to go to Mrs. Young's house, and get an early start. He knew he was too early for lunch, and wouldn't be able go to Mrs. Packard's until his normal time, as she wouldn't be home from her job, and she liked to be there when he worked. He had never gone to Mrs. Young's house so early before, so when he arrived, he was surprised to see her wearing a low cut t-shirt, and shorts. Her long blond hair hung loosely over her shoulders and her blue eyes sparkled. Mrs. Young was the only other divorced woman on the block and she worked from home. She greeted Frankie with a smile and a cold glass of fresh lemonade. "Thank you Mrs. Young," he said smiling. "I figured you'd be thirsty, but why are you so early? Mr. Thompson being extra mean today?" "They're out of town for a wedding," he said. "Oh, right," she said. "I forgot Millie mentioned that. They'll be gone all week. And I'll bet that skin-flint Mr. Thompson won't let you work while he's gone." "Yeah," said Frankie. "But Mrs. Thompson said she'll pay me extra when she gets back to mow her overgrown lawn, even if she has to give you the money." Mrs. Young smiled and said, "If she gives me any money for you, I guarantee you'll get it." "Is it too early for me to start?" Mrs. Young's smile changed, taking on an almost wicked quality. "No Frankie, it's never too early to start." Frankie wondered what she meant, but decided not to push it. He proceeded to mow her grass and when he was finished, he came into her kitchen. There, on the breakfast bar, was another glass of lemonade and a sandwich with some chips waiting for him. Mrs. Young smiled as he sat down to eat. "Hot today," she said. "Yeah," he said. "Hotter than normal." "What are you going to do when you're finished here?" "Don't know," he said taking a bite of his sandwich. "Mrs. Packard and Mrs. King work and they like to be home when I work so they can make sure I do what they want." "You sure it isn't so they can watch such a fine young man work?" Frankie started to choke. He wasn't sure, but he thought she was flirting with him. When he stopped coughing, he asked, "What do you mean?" "Frankie," she said as she rubbed his shoulder. "You're a handsome young man. I know I've enjoyed watching you mature over the last four years from a gangly boy into a fine young man. And old ladies like me love to watch handsome young men work." Frankie blushed and said, "Mrs. Young, you're not old." "Hell boy!" she cried. "I'm in my 40's. When I was your age, a boy like you wouldn't look twice at me." "Bullshit!" he cried. "You're gorgeous! I mean, you've got a smoking hot body and trust me when I say, I'd do you if you were my age." Mrs. Young's smile grew and she asked, "What about now?" "Now? Well, I ugh-" Mrs. Young started to laugh and said, "It's okay Frankie. You don't have to answer that." Frankie had fantasized about Mrs. Young since he first started working for her. She was the source of his first wet dream, and he had long wanted to find out if she was real, or silicone. He didn't want to tell his best customer how he really felt, for fear she'd fire him on the spot. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling she was teasing him, taunting him with her body. She had never dressed so provocatively before, and she was feeding his desires. "Mrs. Young," he said. "I like you a lot. You're a real nice lady." "But I'm also as old as your mother," she said. "I just don't want you to fire me." "Why the hell would I fire you Frankie?" Frankie blushed and said, "I don't know." "Frankie," she coaxed. "Mrs. Young, I think about you. A lot." "How so?" she asked. "I think you're hot. Like, really hot." "And you're afraid if you say that I'll fire you?" "Yeah." "I won't," she said. "In fact I'm flattered." "Really?" "Yeah." "Okay," he said smiling. "So, what is your girlfriend going to do when you leave for college?" "I don't have a girlfriend." "Oh come on Frankie, you can tell me the truth." "Honestly. No girlfriend. We broke up months ago." "Why?" "Why? Oh, I... ugh... that is... well... Mrs. Young, can I be honest with you?" "Sure." "We broke up because I wanted to, and she didn't. See, I didn't want to go to college never having done it before." "You mean sex?" she asked. "Yeah," he blushed. "Are you a virgin?" "MRS. YOUNG!" he cried blushing. He couldn't believe she was being so friendly, or asking him such personal questions. She had never talked to him like this before, and he was starting to wonder why. "Oh Frankie," she said smiling. "It's okay. It's nothing to be ashamed of." He hung his head for a few moments, then looked up and whispered, "Yeah." She hugged him, pressing her breasts into him and said, "Oh my dear sweet boy. Whoa! You need a shower!" "Yeah," he said. "Sorry about that." "I have an idea, why don't you take a quick shower in my bathroom. Then you'll feel better and it will help you kill time before you need go to Mrs. Packard's house." Frankie sighed. The sound of a shower did sound nice, and it meant he would be able to stay at her house a bit longer. "Sure that would be nice." Mrs. Young escorted Frankie to her bedroom. He had always wondered what it looked like, and now here he was, standing in her room. Her bed was on a raised hardwood base, her dressers and end tables matched. Her bed was made with a blue comforter and lots of pillows. She handed him some clean towels and offered to wash his clothes, but he said he was fine. Her bathroom connected to her room, and the shower and toilet were in a separate smaller room from the sinks. She told him to take as long as he wanted and left the room. Frankie stripped down, turned on the shower, and when the water was warm enough, he shut the door between the shower/toilet room and the sinks, and stepped in. The warm water ran down his body and he leaned into the showerhead, and let the water just run down his naked body. He never heard the door open, or the moving shower curtain, but he felt her hand on his back. Frankie jumped and saw Mrs. Young, standing before him in the shower, naked. Her hair was only slightly damp, and her breasts were as magnificent as he'd imagined. He started to speak, but she grabbed his face and kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He didn't resist, but wrapped his arms around her and kissed her in return. Her naked breasts pressed against his hard chest and his now growing erection was pressing into her stomach. "Mrs. Young?" "Shhh," she said. "Don't talk, just trust me." She kissed him again and their tongues danced together in their erotic coupling. When they separated, she poured some shampoo into her hands and began to wash his hair. He leaned over so she wouldn't have to stretch to reach him. She scrubbed his hair, then moved so she could rinse it. Then she took some soap and a washcloth and washed his body. She stared at his shoulders, and arms, then turned him around and scrubbed his back. Her movements were slow, and gentle. She cleaned every inch of his back, then turned him around and began on his chest. His breathing was ragged and shallow, as she washed his arms, his chest and his stomach. His mind raced but he couldn't think or process a rational thought. Was he dreaming? Was this really happening? She dropped to her knees and washed his feet, his legs, and his knees. His cock was rock hard and in her face. She gently washed it, then turned him to rinse it off. With one hand, she cleaned his cock, and the other washed his ass. She turned him back to her, and slipped her mouth over his freshly washed cock. He fell back into the wall of the shower and moaned. His mind spun as all he could process was the incredible feeling he was experiencing as she gave him his first ever blowjob. It didn't take long before he reached a massive climax as he screamed and filled her mouth with his seed. To his shock, she didn't spit it out, but swallowed it all. He lifted her up and kissed her hard, pushing her into the shower wall. His thoughts and senses were starting to come back and he wanted to feel the breasts and body of this woman who was here with him now. His hands trembled as he began to touch her breasts. They responded to his touch, and her nipples became even harder. "May I wash you now?" She smiled and nodded. He moved her under the water until her hair and body were wet. He got some shampoo into his hands and gently washed her hair. She purred and smiled as his hands worked her. He rinsed her hair and then asked, "What else do I do?" She smiled and said, "See that bottle of conditioner?" "Yeah." "Put that in my hair, but don't rinse right away. Usually I wash my skin then rinse my hair after." "Okay," he said. Frankie grabbed the conditioner and massaged it into her hair. Then he took the same cloth she washed him with, and washed her body. He started at her shoulders, and washed her arms and freshly shaved armpits. He noticed the soft sent of her deodorant mixing with the soap and it fueled his arousal. Just as she had done to him, he turned her around and washed her back, slowly, thoroughly. Then he turned her around, kissed her softly, and began to wash her breasts. Her nipples hardened under his touch as she gasped. He stopped and she grabbed his hand and smiled. "Don't stop, please." He smiled and nodded. He resumed washing her breasts slowly, making her moan. Her breasts were firm, solid, and he now knew, they were real. He washed them for a while, then worked his way down, washing her stomach, making her giggle. He knelt down, and washed her feet and legs. He was staring at her sex, the curly blond hair covered mound of womanly goodness. He could smell her arousal, and wanted to taste. He leaned his face in toward her, but she pulled away. Mrs. Young looked down at her young eager lover and said almost breathlessly, "Wash me now and I promise to let you taste me later." He smiled as his hand came up between her thighs. She spread her legs and he gently washed her sex. She moaned under his touch. "My ass, don't forget my ass." He turned her around and washed her firm, round ass. He rose and rinsed her body and hair until he was sure all the soap was gone. He may have spent a bit too much time checking her sex, but she didn't object. Her breathing was hard and ragged; he could tell she was as aroused as he was. She turned the water off, and grabbed a towel. As she was drying him off slowly, carefully, she asked, "Did you like what I did?" "Yeah," he gasped. His cock was quickly growing hard again and she smiled. "My, what a beautiful cock you have Frankie." "Thanks," he moaned. "You've grown into such a handsome and muscular young man." She handed him a dry towel and he in turn slowly and gently dried her off. "You're body, it's so beautiful." "Thank you," she said. They stepped out of the shower together, and she led him to her bed. The pillows were gone, and the comforter was pulled back. She climbed into her bed and he quickly followed without question or hesitation. She kissed him as they lay back on her bed. His hands caressed her breasts and she pushed his head toward her aching breasts. He began suckling her right nipple as she moaned. His hand worked her left nipple, then he'd switch and suckle the left nipple and his hand would play with her right. She moaned and squirmed under his weight, and finally, pushed his shoulders down. He kissed down her stomach until he was at the top of her hairline and stopped. "It's okay Frankie, please, kiss me, lick me, make me scream." "I don't want to hurt you," he said nervously. "You won't," she said. "Just go slowly. Kiss it like you kissed me before." "But Mrs. Young-" "Sandra," she whispered. "Please, call me Sandra." "Sandra," he whispered. She reached down to her sex and said, "Kiss me here, please." He kissed where her fingers were and she moaned, "OH YES! DON'T STOP!" She pulled her hand away, and he continued to kiss her sex. He licked the outer lips, then slowly allowed his tongue to probe inside her pussy. She moaned louder and flexed her hips into his mouth. "Slip your finger inside," she whispered. He wanted to slip his rock hard cock into her, but instead, he slid a finger into her, and could feel the wetness. Her sweet musky scent drove his arousal as he kissed her more. He slid a second finger into her and she responded with moans and cried, "More Frankie! Make me cum!" He licked and kissed, and when he found her clit, she screamed in ecstasy and her body shook as he was rewarded with the flood of womanly juices covering his hand and face. The taste was arousing in a way that he had never imagined and he greedily took all she was going to give him. He decided he couldn't wait another moment longer, pulled his rigid penis up, and mounted her. He slipped his rock hard cock into her warm pussy, and slowly entered her. He was amazed that he could feel all of her, and that she took all of his cock. He slowly moved in and out, and she was meeting him with her hips, thrust for thrust. He sucked her nipples while he thrust making her moan. Then he'd straighten up and she'd kiss him, slipping her tongue between his lips. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he moved faster, and began to pound her. It didn't take long for her to climax again with a shriek. "Would you take me from behind?" she asked. "How?" he asked. She smiled and said, "I'll show you." She pushed him off her, and quickly got on her hands and knees. He smiled and entered her again, grabbing her hips, and pounding her now. She moaned and soon, another climax, even stronger than the ones before. He reached under her and play with her breasts, kissing her back and fucking her the way he'd always dreamed. "Oh Sandra," he said. "You're amazing." "Thank you Frankie," she gasped. He fucked her hard and fast, working her sex and making her beg for more. Her ass was in his hands, and he put a finger against her anus. It slipped inside just a little and she screamed, "YES FRANKIE! TAKE MY ASS! MAKE IT YOURS!" He pulled his hard cock out of her pussy, but quickly realized he had no idea what to do. "How do you want me to do this?" "Take me to edge of my bed, get some lube from my drawer, and squeeze some into my ass." He opened the drawer and saw the tube, then he pulled her to the edge of her bed, and after a few tries, got some lube into her ass. "Won't this hurt?" "You must go slowly to make it yours," she said. "Use your finger, watch what happens." Trusting her, he pushed the small pucker with his finger until she released and it slid in. He added more lube and repeated the process a few more times before he was sure he wouldn't hurt her. Then he stood on the floor, and slowly entered her ass. It was so tight and she gasped and said, "Finish in my ass, please!" He was amazed when his cock fully entered her. He reached under her and began to play with her clit with his hand as he fucked her incredibly tight ass. He could feel his balls tighten and the feeling inevitability took over. He became an animal as his body prepared for his release of semen. She squirmed and squealed with delight and soon, he felt himself explode within her, making her climax one last time. He collapsed on top of her panting, trying to catch his breath. After a few minutes, he slowly pulled out and kissed her back. He tasted the salty sweat of her skin as she lay there, gasping for air "Go clean yourself up," she whispered. He walked to the bathroom, and washed off his well-used cock. She wandered in after him and washed her pussy and ass. They dressed slowly, and she smiled. "Looks like I wore it down, didn't I Frankie." Frankie looked down and smiled. "Yeah, I guess you did." They walked into the kitchen together, and she poured him a glass of lemonade. "I hope you don't think less of me." He took the glass, sat down and asked, "Why would I?" "Because of what we just did," she said. "Oh god Sandra, it was incredible." She smiled and said, "Don't be so informal outside of my bedroom." "Yes, Mrs. Young." She smiled and said, "I'm not a whore, Frankie. I'm a woman with needs and wants. I've wanted to do that since you started mowing my lawn, but I waited. I didn't want your mother to have me arrested. You're 18 now, and soon, you'll be gone. I knew my window of opportunity was small." "Why are you telling me this?" "Because I want you do come back and do this again." "Really?" he asked not believing his ears. She smiled and said, "Really. Just know this, when you go to college, always wear a condom. Not all girls like anal so don't expect it. I hope I've taught you something about making love. Always try to satisfy your partner. Besides, I just couldn't let you leave me without showing you how special of a young man you are." "You think I'm special?" "Yes Frankie, I do. I also know how important it is to experience sex with someone who is a bit more experienced." "What do you mean?" he asked. Mrs. Young sat next to him and took his hand into hers. "My first time was with a boy I had been dating for a long time. He was nice, but not very attentive. We were in my parents' bedroom making out, one thing lead to another and it was over before I knew it. He was satisfied and I was sore. He dumped me shortly after and I was depressed. I guess that's why when Mr. Young came along, I believed his bullshit. Now, don't get me wrong, Mr. Young was an excellent lover, just ask his secretary." Frankie laughed at this and said, "You're incredible Mrs. Young." "As are you," she replied smiling. "And I think it's about time you get going. Mrs. Packard should be home by now and she'll wonder why I've kept you so late." Frankie finished his lemonade and headed to Mrs. Packard's house. He still couldn't believe that the same woman who had been the focus of many masturbation sessions, had taken his virginity. That night, he replayed the events of what had happened, the feel of her breasts, the touch of her lips on his cock, the feel of her tight pussy and even tighter ass, his cock grew rock hard and he envisioned her jerking him off as his hand took care of his erection. Friday could not come fast enough for Frankie to see if Mrs. Young, Sandra in her bedroom, would let him do it again, or if it was just a onetime session. To his surprise, she did not disappoint as she asked him to "fix" something in her bedroom. That something turned out to be her wanting body. For the rest of the summer, he'd spend extra time at Mrs. Young's house, mowing her lawn, and making love to her. Frankie seemed to smile more than he ever had before. Even his mother noticed this but passed it off as his "getting ready for college" excitement. Frankie's friends noticed that he seemed to be wistful about leaving home for college, but never learned the true reason. Mrs. Young was his "private tutor" and taught him so much that fateful summer. When August arrived, he found it difficult to leave his home, and his summer lover. He wanted more of a relationship with Mrs. Young, but knew how much it would hurt his mother, as the two women were friends. The day before he left, his lawn-mowing customers all gave him presents to help him in college. Mrs. Green presented him a tablet computer. Mrs. Thompson gave him an expensive pen set (that her husband complained loudly about), Mrs. Packard gave him $200 in gift cards to buy his schoolbooks, and Mrs. King gave him a microwave and coffee maker for his dorm room. These were nothing compared to the gift Mrs. Young had already given him, the love making lessons. Her final gift was a thousand dollars for school, and the pair of satin Fredrick's of Hollywood panties she was wearing the day she stepped into the shower, which changed his life forever, with a note that said, "Keep these safe, and remember me always." What Frankie and the other neighborhood ladies didn't know was this was to be Mrs. Young's last summer. While Frankie was away at college, Mrs. Young passed away. Seemed that she had been diagnosed with a terminal brain tumor and the doctors had only given her a few weeks to live, just days before her first encounter with Frankie. It was then she decided to live in the moment, and fulfill her one last sexual fantasy, that lasted all summer long. On the day of her funeral, Frankie was standing with his mother when a man stepped up and asked, "Are you Frankie?" "Yeah," said Frankie, confused. "This is for you," said the man as he handed him an envelope. "Mrs. Young left you everything in her will. This letter was to be delivered to you upon her death. She must have really liked you." "Who are you?" asked Frankie. "I'm her lawyer, or was before she died," he said. "Call me when you're on your next school break and we'll go over her estate." "What about this?" asked Frankie holding up the mysterious letter. "Read that alone," he said. "That was all she told me. To give it to you and ask that you read that letter alone." Frankie hid the letter until he was back at school, in his dorm room. His roommate was out so he pulled out Mrs. Young's letter and read it. My Dearest Frankie, If you are reading this letter, then you know my tumor has taken my life. I want you to know, I never would have had the courage to do what I did with you had it not happened. You gave a dying woman the greatest gift you could, your time, your attention, your love. That summer was the best I could remember. I have left you everything in my estate because I have no children, and my ex-husband is a skunk. Do with it what you will, but please keep those panties I gave you. Please think of me fondly, and don't weep over my death too much, our sexual encounters helped with my pain. And for the record... you took my virginity... with my ass. I knew you'd want it... and I wanted to experience it once, before I died. Thank you for being so gentle with me. Live your life to its fullest, and remember me fondly. All my love, Sandra Young Frankie finished the letter, folded it up, and slipped it back into the envelope. Then, for the first time that he could remember, he cried and wept for the loss of his friend and former lover.
Matty Meets Kimmy Ch. 09	23,795	4.67	613,599	[ "wedding", "honeymoon", "beach", "bikini", "anal sex", "shower sex", "wedding night sex", "lingeire", "romance", "kissing" ]	I moaned as I licked the tip of Matt's penis, then the length of his shaft. Smiling up at him, I stared into his eyes as I took him in my mouth. Matt groaned softly then lay down on the bed from his sitting position. I went to work on him, bobbing my head, my hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping him as I slid my mouth up and down. Every other minute or so, I would take a breather, letting Matt slip from my mouth but continuing to stroke him with my hand. I watched as his bare stomach moved up and down as his breathing intensified. Matt had his head pressed back against the pillow and his eyes tightly shut. I sunk my mouth back down onto him and began sucking. When I felt Matt raise his hips, I lowered my mouth all the way down, taking as much of his shaft into my mouth, and holding him in. Sealing my lips tightly around the base of Matt's cock I held him inside my mouth until I felt myself just about to gag. I quickly slid him out and began bobbing my head, slurping my way up and down his cock. Matt was breathing heavily now, and I could feel the tenseness in his legs beside me as he stretched them, "A little faster baby, and squeeze harder," he whimpered. I was all too happy to oblige and immediately bobbed my head faster and tightened my grip around Matt's cock. About a half a minute later, I felt Matt raising his hips again, "Almost there baby, I'm so close," he whispered. I continued my actions and sure enough, seconds later, Matt pushed up into my mouth and grunted. I moaned as I felt his warm cum shooting into my mouth. Matt's body wriggled about and I slowed the pace of my mouth, but continued stroking him with a tightened grasp. I sucked every glob of cum that spewed from Matt's cock and swallowed the mouthful with a smile. I cautiously wiped the tip of Matt's penis then licked my fingers clean. He finally came about and slowly opened his eyes to me, "Come here," he whispered. I crawled up to Matt's side and lay down beside him. He rolled over to me and we kissed, deep and long. "That was outstanding," he stated as we pulled our lips apart. I smiled at him and pressed my nose against his, "I was just returning the favor, my body's still trembling from the orgasm you just gave me," I replied. We kissed again briefly then parted. We laid there staring up at our bedroom wall, gathering our strength. "So Kimmy, tomorrow's day one of our one month abstinence pact. You think you're up for it?" Matt teased. "Yes I am! It'll be torture but I know I can do it, and I know it'll be worth it," I stated. "We can still kiss n stuff right?" Matt comically asked. "Of course! Oh my god, that I wouldn't be able to handle," I frantically responded. "Ohh okay, just making sure," Matt replied. I turned over to him and smiled. Watching Matt's body, I noticed every few seconds he would shiver. "You cold baby?" I softly asked. The air conditioning was on, but no colder than usual. "A little," Matt replied. "Come on, let's get under the covers," I suggested as I raised the sheets up. I covered Matt and myself up and we went back to chatting, "Did I give you that check for the flower store?" "Yeah, I'll drop it off on the way to work tomorrow," Matt confirmed. "Okay good, I couldn't remember, there are so many things to keep track of," I confessed, "Did you hear from Summer or Adam? Did they book their flights yet?" "Yup, Adam told me they were buying the tickets yesterday, said he'd send me the itinerary when he did. What about you and Summer? Did you guys find the bridesmaid dresses?" "Yeah, we found them online, then Summer went to the store to see em in person, she said they were beautiful," I informed. Matt and I continued going over some of the details of our upcoming wedding when I noticed him still shivering under the covers, "Awww baby! What's the matter?" I sweetly asked, genuinely concerned. "I don't know, I can't stop, weird huh?" he laughed. "You want me get a thicker blanket or raise the temperature on the AC?" I offered. "Nah, I'll be fine," Matt stubbornly replied. "Come here, I'll keep you warm," I instructed. Matt scooted over to me and we intertwined our legs as I held his body right up against mine, "This feels better?" I whispered. "Much," Matthew replied as we kissed. Our kiss was long and passionate, lots of tongue twirling and moaning, and lots of me rubbing my palm along Matt's skin trying to warm him up. He of course was up to his old ways, reaching behind and grabbing a handful of my butt cheeks, softly massaging them. It wasn't too long till I felt Matt's erection growing between or pressed together bodies. I rolled Matt onto his back and crawled onto him. I immediately pressed his cock against my folds and felt him slide into my pussy. We continued kissing and Matt began to slowly thrust his hips. His cock glided in and out of me so tenderly and unhurried, it felt amazing. I laid my body against Matt's pressing our chests together as he squeezed my ass. If this wasn't getting him warm, nothing would have. I licked and kissed Matt's neck as he continued his delicate pressing. I had stopped kissing Matt's neck now, and was just panting my hot breath against him as his cock ground against my clit with every inward stroke. Matt's hands had moved from my ass to my back as he hugged me tight against him. He too was breathing heavily, his breath rushing against the side of my face. I began to whimper as I felt my pussy convulse. My orgasm took control of my body, and I squeezed the muscles in my vagina hard around Matt's shaft, to which I heard a soft groan from Matt. He had begun pushing a little faster into me and I felt him press his teeth against my shoulder. I felt Matt's cock twitch inside me and he squeezed his arms around me even tighter. "Ohh fuck, ohh fuck, mhmm," he kept repeating as we both hugged each other tight. I remained on top of Matt, but held myself up so I could look into his face. He had such a peaceful serene smile on his face as he stared up at me, "A whole month huh?" he pondered. We both chuckled and I delicately rolled myself off Matt's body. After lying in each other's arms for a few moments, we got up and quickly cleaned ourselves. I made it a point to adjust the air conditioning and we found ourselves curled up in bed, drifting off to sleep. XXXX "Did you check the flight status babe?" I asked Matt as I got ready for bed. The past three and a half weeks had flown by, and now it was the Wednesday before Matt and mine's wedding, which was taking place on this coming Saturday. "Yeah Kimmy, the flight's on time," Matt replied as he grabbed his car keys. It was close to midnight and Adam and Summer's flight was coming in tonight. I had been so busy all day I was exhausted and Matt said he'd go by himself to pick up our friends and drop them off at my parents' place. Our guest bedroom was already occupied by Matt's sister Maggie, her husband Jeff and their daughter Kelsey who had flown in the day before. Everyone was flying in for the big day. Most guests were going to be staying at the hotel where our wedding was taking place, a beautiful beachside luxury hotel on Ft Lauderdale beach. Matt took off and I crawled into bed. It must have been a couple hours, but I was awoken by some soft noises in the corner of the room. I got up and looked over. Matt had switched on the corner lamp and was in the process of hopping out of his jeans. The clock on the wall said it was almost 2am. "Everything went okay?" I whispered as I squinted my eyes in Matt's direction. "Awww babe, I was trying not to wake you. Everything was fine, dropped them off, your dad was up to welcome them; they were heading to bed when I left. Go to back to sleep honey, Sum said she'd call in the morning." I waited for Matt and held the covers open for him to get in. Minutes later I was sound asleep once more. The next morning, I let Matt sleep in. After using the bathroom, I joined Maggie, Jeff, and Kelsey out in the kitchen for breakfast. "Hey Kim, morning, everything work out with Adam and Summer last night?" "Morning Mags, hey Jeff, hi Kelsey! Yeah Matt said everything was fine, he got back around two this morning." I proceeded to help Maggie make breakfast, bacon, toast, and eggs. The four of us sat around the table and ate, "So Kels, do you know in a couple days, when your Uncle Matt and Kimberly get married, Kim's gonna be your aunt. You're gonna have to start calling her Aunt Kimmy. How does that sound?" The little girl laughed cutely and went back to her breakfast. Maggie and I smiled at each other and did the same. "So Kim, how's all the planning going?" Jeff inquired. "Yeah sweetie, if there's anything you need, we're here to help, please put us to work," Maggie kindly offered. "Thanks you guys, right now it's just mainly keeping up with phone calls with the wedding planner who's been great. I'm sure there'll be lots to do on the day itself, I'll be sure to let you know, but Matt and I really just want you all to relax and enjoy yourselves." I replied. As we wound down breakfast, I turned to Kelsey, "So Kels, are you excited about being the flower girl? Your mom showed me your dress, it looks so pretty, I can't wait to see you in it," I stated joyously. "Uhhuh, I'm excited," the nine year old replied. "And how do you feel about walking back down the aisle with my little cousin Sebastian?" I teased. Kelsey hid her face behind her glass of juice and blushed, to which her mom and dad chuckled. A couple minutes later, Matt came walking out of the bedroom, holding my cell phone to his ear, "Hold on, here she is," he stated as he held out the phone to me. "It's Summer," he informed. I took the phone from Matt and he sat down and helped himself to some eggs. "Hey Sum!!. . . .I know right! . . . .Uh huh. . . .Yeah . . . .Okay babe, see you then." I hung up the phone and rejoined the table. "So what's the plan?" Matt asked as he took a bite off his toast. "Oh we're just meeting up in a bit, she's gonna run some errands with me," I replied. "What about you guys?" Matt asked as he turned to his sister. "Well we're heading down to the hotel, we booked from today, figured we'd enjoy the beach," she replied. After a couple more minutes, I said my goodbyes and quickly got ready. Thirty minutes later I had picked up Summer and we were taking care of some last minute errands. "So are you excited?" Summer asked as we walked around downtown. "Sooo excited," I giddily replied. "And how's your guys' one month ban going?" she followed up with a sly smirk. "Oh my god Sum, I'm going stir crazy. I swear to god, I never thought it'd be this hard. Matt's leg brushed against mine a couple mornings ago in bed and I had to fight every fiber of my being from jumping him." Summer burst out laughing and put her hand around me, "Don't worry sweetie, only a couple more days to go," she consoled, caringly rubbing my arm. After running my errands, Summer and I returned to my parents' place. We saw Matt and Adam out in the yard as I pulled up into the driveway. "Hi Adam!!" I excitedly greeted, "Finally woke up huh?" I teased as I walked over to hug him. Adam kissed me on the cheek and we broke our embrace, "Hey Kimmy, yeah, late night," he replied. "So, are you guys busy planning Matt's bachelor party for tonight?" I chided. "Nah, it was all taken care of months ago," he proudly stated. "Just bring him back in one piece please." "Hey, I have him for one night, then you can have him for the rest of your life," Adam teased as he wrapped his hand around my shoulder playfully. We all chatted for a bit then went out for lunch. XXXX That night, Matt went out with Adam and their friends and Summer and my friends took me out. We started off with dinner then hit up a couple clubs for some dancing. As the night drew on, Summer insisted we go to a strip club since that's what the boys would be doing. We all relented and found the nearest strip club, which didn't even have male dancers; it was a regular strip joint. Since our party was all girls, we didn't have to pay the cover charge, and Summer saw to it that we were given a table. I had to admit, the night was extremely fun, never had I thought I'd enjoy sticking dollar bills into some woman's thong. I dropped Summer off and gave her a hug before heading home. Stumbling into the apartment and over to the bedroom I looked to the clock, it was minutes past 2am. I sat on the edge of the bed and let out a tired sigh. Kicking off my heels, I reached behind and was about to unzip my dress when I heard the front door. Matt entered the bedroom and walked right over to me. "Hey baby!" I greeted. "Hi sweetie, you just got in?" "Yup," I replied, "How was your night?" "Great, but I'm sooo exhausted," he sighed as he crawled onto the end of the bed with me and laid his head on my lap. I began to stroke Matt's cheek with my palm when he turned his head and stared up at me, "What about you? Did you have fun tonight?" "Lots baby! Even got a lapdance," I teased. I watched as Matt's eyes brightened and we both giggled. We didn't ask for too many details of each other's night, I knew that Matt trusted me and I trusted him, I was just happy he enjoyed his night. I sat there for a few minutes, lightly stroking Matt's hair. When I saw the time, I glanced down at Matt, "Come on babe, time for bed, we've got a big day tomorrow," I stated. Matt got up off me and began to unbutton his shirt. In the meantime, I reached out and undid his belt buckle, then the zipper on his slacks. I tugged on Matt's pants and let them fall to the floor. I almost groaned out loud when I saw the slight bulge in Matt's navy blue boxer briefs, I wanted so bad to reach out and caress it but I knew I had to fight the temptation. "Off you go," I instructed as Matt trekked off to the bathroom. I heard the sound of the shower and leaned back into the bed, waiting patiently. Matt was quick, and emerged in just a pair of boxers. I stood up with my change of clothes in hand, "Babe, could you unzip me please?" I asked with my back to Matt. I felt Matthew's hands on my neck, slowly moving down as he worked the zipper on the back of my dress. I walked over to the bathroom and had a quick shower. Returning to the bedroom in a t-shirt and one of Matt's boxers, I scurried over to the bed and joined Matt under the covers. It was such a relief to snuggle up to Matt's side and to feel his arm around me. XXXX The next morning, Matt was off early. He set out to pick up Adam then to the airport to pick up Adam's parents. Summer's mom and dad were arriving as well but rented a car and were driving up to the hotel. I drove over my mom and dad's to get Summer and we drove up to the hotel. Matt and I had separate rooms so I was able to check in. Summer, who was rooming with Adam, waited in my room for the boys to show up. Around lunch time, all the necessary guests gathered outside on the hotel back patio where the wedding ceremony would be taking place. We did a quick rehearsal under the guidance of the wedding planner. Everything went according to plan and we were done in about an hour. I said a quick goodbye to Matt who took off with Adam to do some last minute errands, it was probably the last time I'd be seeing him till the big day tomorrow. Summer and I and some of the other girls in the bridal party headed upstairs to change then met up at the beach. I saw Maggie and Kelsey down on the sand and went over to chat for a bit, "Hi Kels, you did so well today, you think you're ready for tomorrow?" I asked. "Yep, I think so," the girl chirped as she played in the sand. "How are you guys liking the hotel?" I asked turning to Maggie. "It's wonderful, really nice choice, and the patio is so beautifully decorated for tomorrow," she replied. We chatted for a bit more, then I noticed Summer and the girls heading into the water. I said goodbye to Maggie and rejoined my friends. Back up in my room, Summer joined me for some room service dinner. "So, is there anything else that needs doing?" she asked. "No, I think everything is covered." "How are you doing? Holding up okay?" "Yeah, I just can't wait for tomorrow," I anxiously replied. As we both scraped our bowls of ice cream clean, I turned nervously to Summer, "Sum, do you mind if I ask you what your wedding night was like?" Summer looked up at me and smiled, "Of course not hun, umm let me think, it was really special, Adam was so sweet and tender, I remember the hotel had a bottle of champagne chilling in the room for us. If you want I can talk to the hotel staff and get them to arrange something, maybe some candles, some roses. . ." "That sounds wonderful," I replied, "So you didn't feel any pressure to, I dunno, up your performance, to make it really special or something?" I asked. "Not at all babe, we were together which already made it special. Just be yourself Kimmy, that's all Matt expects, that's all he wants, and I guarantee you, it'll be very special. A couple tips, don't rush, you're probably gonna feel exhausted so it's okay to take a breather before, and definitely have a snack" Summer advised. Summer's words had really set me at ease, "Thanks Sum." "Don't mention it Kimmy," she kindly replied, "So can I see it?" she asked. "See what?" I queried. "Don't play dumb, can I see what you bought from Agent Provocateur," Summer asked with a smile. I cleared our dishes and set them on the room service cart, then walked over to the closet. A sly smile crept up on me as I retrieved the lingerie set and held it up for Summer to see. It was the snowberry lingerie set in ice blue which consisted of three parts; demi cup bra, thong, and suspender. Everything was french lace with silk lining. The only additional item was the flesh colored stockings. "Wow, I bet you look amazing in that," Summer gushed, "One month of no sex and that outfit, Matty's gonna blow in no time flat," she joked. We both laughed like schoolgirls as I tucked the outfit back into the closet. Turning back to Summer, another nervous feeling snuck up on me, "Can I show you something and you promise not to laugh?" I asked. "I dunno babe, it might be funny," Summer teased. "Fine then," I abruptly stated and folded my arms. "Okay okay, I promise, you big baby." I smiled and walked over to Summer, "So, um, it's been about a month since Matt's seen me, ummm down there, I thought I'd have a little fun," I explained. With that, I began to peel the front of my sweat pants down, along with my pink cotton panties, baring my vagina to Summer. I watched her reaction to the sight before her. I had shaved my lowly trimmed pubic hair into the shape of a small heart, right above the lips of my vagina. Summer giggled. "Summer!" I faux scolded as I pulled my sweats back up. "It's adorable Kim, Matt's gonna love it," she stated. "So I shouldn't shave it off?" I asked. "No, it's cute," Summer reaffirmed. I sat back down, my face flush with embarrassment. Summer and I hung out a little while longer then decided to call it a night. "Okay hun, see you in the morning for hair and makeup," Summer reminded as we hugged. After she left, I took a shower and crawled into bed and watched some television. I was so excited I couldn't even concentrate on the show I was watching. At around 10pm I switched of the television and tried to go to sleep. I kept tossing and turning, my mind racing with so many thoughts of the next day. Just then, my phone began to ring. I reached over and looked at the screen, it was Matt, "Hey Matty," I answered. "Hi baby, did I wake you?" he asked, "No," I sighed, "Can't seem to fall asleep," I explained. "You too huh? I feel so lonely in a bed without you," he admitted. "Me too babe," I agreed. "So how are you feeling about tomorrow?" Matt queried. "Sooo exicited," I gushed. "Me too honey." Matt and I chatted for a few more minutes, until he had me switch on the speaker on the phone and set it down on the pillow beside me. He talked me to sleep, and sure enough, it worked like a charm. XXXX The next morning, my mom and Summer joined me in my room for breakfast. They then went back to their rooms to shower then returned to mine to get their hair and makeup done by the stylist. I emerged from the bathroom in my wedding gown to in unison "Awws" from my mother and Summer. "Our baby girl is all grown up huh?" Summer teased as she laid her arm across my mom's shoulder. "She certainly has Summer," my mom replied, fighting back tears. The two made sure I was all ready then retired to their rooms to finish getting dressed. I pottered about the room, putting on some final touches when I heard a knock on the door. It was the wedding planner, Grace, it was time to go. Grace escorted me downstairs where I met up with the bridal party and my dad. "You look so beautiful baby," my father greeted. "Thanks daddy," I replied, trying not to break into tears. Summer and the bridesmaids made their way out, followed by Sebastian the ring bearer and Kelsey. My heart skipped a beat when I heard the bride's processional music began. I clutched my father's arm tightly and we began our slow trek. As we rounded the corner and stepped up onto the patio, I spotted Matt at the end of the aisle. They all stood against the back drop of the ocean. It was a beautiful day, nice and sunny but not extremely hot. The waves gently rolling in in the distance set the perfect mood. My heart fluttered as we walked, Matt looked so handsome. My dad and I slowly made our way up, smiling at the guests who had risen to their feet. Standing me next to Matt, my dad raised my veil and kissed my cheek. He placed my hand in Matt's then walked off to his seat next to my mother. I looked up and smiled at Matt as Summer took a brief moment to fix the train of my dress. He could tell how emotional I was. Matt leaned over to me, "If you start tearing up, I'm gonna be blubbering mess," he stated. Matt had immediately lightened to mood and set me at ease as I giggled slightly. Summer took her place beside the other bridesmaids and the priest began the ceremony. The ceremony flew by, and in no time at all, Matt and I were sharing our first kiss as man and wife. After the guests were served cocktails, we moved inside to the ballroom to start the reception. After all the speeches, the guests were served dinner and Matt and I had a chance to get a breather. We sat at the head table with Summer and Adam and other members of the bridal party. I just nibbled on the food that was served, not really feeling in the mood to eat, all the while firmly holding on to Matt's hand. Every other minute or so we would look over at each other and smile uncontrollably. Matt and I were soon sharing our first dance as husband and wife. He held me tightly as we danced in the darkened room infront of all our friends and family. "Having fun?" he whispered into my ear. I nodded and smiled. As the song came to an end and transitioned to another, other guests were invited to dance as well. Eventually, Summer and Adam made their way over to us and we exchanged partners for a song. I clasped Adam's hand tightly as we danced, "Feel any different?" he asked. "I guess I do, I kinda feel, I dunno, all grown up I guess," I tried to explain. Adam spun me then pulled me back against him. When the song was over, the emcee announced it was time for the father daughter dance. Again the lights were dimmed and my dad stepped to the center of the floor. Matt walked me over and then retreated to the darkness. "I'm so proud of you sweetie, and so happy for you and Matt," my dad stated as we slow danced. "Thank you daddy," was all I was able to muster, fearful I would begin crying. After the cutting of the cake and throwing of the bouquet, Summer escorted me up to my room to help me out of my wedding dress and into something more comfortable. Back downstairs, Summer and I rejoined the party. Matt and I danced some more and did a lot of mingling with the guests, thanking them for coming and graciously accepting their congratulations. As the night drew on, the party began to die down. Matt was handed the key to our new joint room for the night by the wedding planner and we began to say our final goodbyes to the guests. Finally we made the decision to head upstairs. Standing in the elevator, Matt and I smiled, almost shyly, at each other as we made our ascent. Matt held my hand in his as we walked down the hall to our room. He turned and smiled at me as we stood in front of our door, "Are you ready?" he softly whispered. All that was required of me was a smile and a nod. Matt handed me the key card and then leaned down and picked me up into his arms. We giggled and rubbed our noses together then briefly kissed before I reached over and opened the room door with the key card. Matt carried me into the dimly lit room and we marveled at the laid out candles, roses, and chilling champagne. "Oh my! Who did all this?" Matt questioned as he walked me over to the bed. "This is all Summer," I chuckled. Matt gently laid me down onto the bed, and hung his head over mine. We kissed again, just lightly, then Matt rolled over and laid beside me. We both sensed that the other wanted to relax for just a bit. "Do you want a little champagne?" Matt asked. "Sure," I replied. Matt got up and turned on the lights. He grabbed the champagne out of the ice bucket and began fiddling with the cork. I got up and sat on the edge of the bed. "Did you see my fingers trembling when you were putting the ring on?" I asked, staring at the wedding band on my finger. Matt looked over and nodded. I smiled inwardly then looked back up to Matt, "How did Kelsey look walking up the aisle? And Sebastian?" I asked. "They looked so adorable babe, Kels looked like she was having lots of fun with the flowers," Matt replied before there was a loud pop of the champagne bottle opening. "Hey, there are some Hors d'oeuvres here, you hungry?" Matt asked. "Yeah, actually, I am." Matt poured me a half a glass of champagne and handed it over to me. He poured the same modest amount for himself then grabbed the tray of snacks and joined me on the bed. We clinked our glasses together and toasted our recent nuptials while dining on the finger foods. Matt fed me the last of the appetizers, a mushroom topped piece of bruschetta. I softly nibbled on the tip of his finger for a bit before Matt pulled it from my mouth. "You looked so beautiful today baby. You should have felt how fast my heart was beating when you rounded the corner and I saw you for the first time in your gown." "Awww, thank you sweetie, you looked very sharp in you tux," I said, returning the compliment. Matt leaned in and we kissed. I let my hands roam across his chest as I slid his jacket off his back. I had to force myself to pull my lips from Matt's, "Why don't you go shower and get refreshed, then you can get comfortable on the bed and I'll do the same," I whispered. Matt slinked off to the bathroom and I laid down on the bed, letting out an exhausted but satisfactory sigh. I smiled at stared up at the ceiling. About fifteen minutes later, Matt emerged from the bathroom dressed in one of the hotel's white robes. I watched as he walked over to the bed, "You're not gonna give me something to think about while I'm in the shower?" I teased. Matt grinned and untied his robe then let it fall onto the floor. I stared in awe at his body, and smiled at the solitary piece of clothing he wore; an all-white tight fitting pair of silk boxer briefs that ended slighter higher up on his thigh than usual. I reached out and ran my fingers against the smooth material, then along the waistband, "Wow, Armani," I noted, "Well this will have me back in a hurry," I teased. With that, I walked over and grabbed my overnight bag, then headed into the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and a refreshing shower, I quickly dug into my bag and pulled out the special lingerie. Labeled as ice blue, an accurate description of the set would be a light whitish blue with silver cord stitching decorative embellishments. Firstly, I slipped on the flesh colored stockings. I was already beginning to feel sexy, feeling the tightness of the stockings against my smooth legs. Next up was the thong which was so cute with a little organza bow in the front, up on the waistband. I slipped it up my legs then thighs. Pulling lightly, the slender back of the thong gently lodged itself between my butt cheeks. I then moved on to the matching suspender. I wrapped the French lace garment around my stomach and hooked it at the back. Pulling on the four straps, I clipped them down to the tips of my stockings. Finally was the complimenting bra of the set. I placed my hands through the thin shoulder straps and pulled the cups to my petite breasts, then expertly hooked the back. The silk lining felt amazing against my hardening nipples. Again, there was another cute bow in the middle of the cups where there were joined. I brushed my hair and dabbed a little perfume on my skin. Looking at myself in the mirror, I smiled devilishly. I picked up the folded robe from the counter top and slipped it on, then made my way out to the bedroom. Matt had dimmed the lights and lit the candles and was waiting patiently for me on the bed. A nice surprise was the slow romantic music playing lightly in the background; apparently Matt had done some planning of his own. "Hope I didn't take too long," I whispered as I walked over to the head of the bed. "Not at all honey," Matt kindly replied. I took a deep breath, inhaling the sensuous aroma of the scented candles then let my robe fall to the floor. Matt got up from is laid down position, his eyes locked on my body, "Kimmy, you look . . .wow! Babe, you look amazing!" he enthusiastically exalted. I found myself blushing as Matt crawled over to the end of the bed and held out his hand for me. Extending my arm, I grabbed Matt's hand and he helped me onto the bed. Matt lay back down and pulled me onto him. With my entire body lying on Matt's, we stared into each other's eyes as I savored the warmness of his skin. "Hello wife," he softly stated. "Hello husband," I giggled in response. Matt smiled at me and then we began kissing. Matt very gently and very tenderly began rubbing my back as we transitioned from light kissing, to deep passionate French kissing. With Matt's and mines noses pressed against one another we panted heated breath into each other's mouths as Matt's hands drifted down to my ass. I giggled slightly as Matt gave my cheeks a light squeeze. I squirmed my body atop Matt's, feeling the length of his trapped shaft throb against my abdomen. Eventually I pulled my lips from his and slinked my way down his body. Lying between Matt's outstretched legs; I reached out and ran my fingers across his bulging arch, his silk boxers felt so smooth. I smiled up at Matt's adoring eyes then hooked my fingers into the waistband of his underwear. Matt lifted his body ever so slightly so I could peel his white boxer briefs off. I wondered if he could see the excitement in my eyes as his beautiful cock sprang free. I immediately reached out and wrapped my fingers around his girth, then began to slowly stroke him. Shimmying my body up so I could get close enough, I extended my tongue and licked the length of Matt's shaft. His moans were music to my ears and I began to swirl my tongue around his bulbous tip. I stared deeply into Matt's eyes as I sunk my mouth down onto him. His cock was so warm and felt so hard as I rubbed the tip of his penis against the inner walls of my cheek. My hands were gently rubbing Matt's thighs, slowly moving up and down as I began to bob my head on his cock. With my left hand still rubbing Matt's thigh, I moved my right higher, searching for his balls. Holding Matt's sack in my hand I gently massaged and caressed him then squeezed lightly. Matt groaned blissfully; the exact response I wanted. I spent the next ten or fifteen minutes, diligently slurping on Matt's cock till I felt him tug on my arm. I looked up to him and he motioned me to come over. Sliding my mouth up Matt's shaft, I let him slip from my mouth then crawled my way up to his face. I smiled as I sunk my face onto Matt's, his tongue immediately darting into my mouth. Pressing my body against Matt's I moaned gleefully, feeling his saliva covered cock squirm against my stomach. Matt's hands were again roaming across my back, and I felt him pause at the hook of my bra. He fiddled for a few seconds and eventually the hook gave way. Matt pulled the lace garment from me, laying it gently on the side of the bed. He pulled his mouth from mine and I sat up a little. Matt's gaze was fixed on my breasts. "You look like it's the first time you've seen them," I commented. Matt smiled up at me, "It's the first time I'm seeing them as your husband and you my wife. I feel like they're all mine now, once and forever." "Aww baby, they've always been yours," I replied as I pulled Matt's head to my chest. Matt wrapped his arms around my back and held me close to him. He pressed his lips against the curve of my breasts, tenderly kissing my flesh from one side to the other. I kicked my head back and my rolled my eyes as I felt Matt's tongue swirl around my nipple. It didn't take him long to take my hardened nub between his lips and suck teasingly on it, moving back and forth from one breast to the other. Matt's hands roamed my back, and he now played with the suspender around my stomach, dancing his fingers along the lace material. "You like it?" I asked, holding my head back and staring down at Matt, his lips still suckling at my breast. "It's so damn sexy baby," he whispered. "Wanna help me get out of it?" "I'd love to," Matt smiled. I worked on the four straps that were clipped to my stockings while Matt undid my hook. Smiling mischievously, Matt pulled the garment from around my waist, laying it down with my bra. Matt ran his palm across my stomach and sides before I leaned in and we kissed again. "Shall I remove my stockings?" I asked, rubbing my nose against Matt's. "You can leave em on if they're not bothering you sweetie, they're so sexy," Matt replied. "Whatever you want baby," I cooed. Matt rolled me over and laid me on my back. He kissed me passionately while his hands gently caressed my breasts. I had reached down and was stroking his manhood ever so slightly, taking pauses to just squeeze him, loving Matt's moans every time I did. Matt began to work his way down my body, kissing my neck, chest, and then stomach. He paused a while, tickling my belly button with his tongue. My tummy shivered with laughter and I not too subtly pushed Matt's head further down. I felt goosebumps spring up as Matt hooked his fingers into the waistband of my thong. He pulled gently and I raised my butt off the bed so he could pull it from me. I watched as he looked down at my naked sex. "This for me?" he questioned, tracing the small heart shaped by my trimmed pubes with his finger. "Yes darling, all for you," I whispered. Matt pressed his palm against my flat stomach and lowered his face between my thighs. I held my breath with anticipation, feeling Matt's warm breathing against my eager folds. I sighed as Matt's tongue licked the length of my lips. He did this several times, then pressed his way into my opening and wiggled about. His mouth on my pussy always felt amazing. As Matt darted his tongue in and out of my vagina, I ran my hands over his which was still against my stomach. I slowly moved my hands up my body and began playing with my breasts, kneading the soft flesh of one and pinching the nipple of the other. Matt moved his tongue up to my clit and my hips involuntarily twitched as he made contact. As he flicked his tongue up and down against my nub, he began working his index finger into my opening. He slowly moved his finger back and forth as his tongue continued driving me insane. I whimpered softly, squeezing my breasts harder as Matt drove me to an amazing orgasm. His tongue was rapidly swirling around my protruding clit as my body shook with passion. I moaned his name over and over, gently squeezing my thighs around his face. When I came to rest, Matt raised his head from between my thighs. He gently patted my pulsing vagina, watching me with a wide smile on his face. "Come here Mr. Cole," I beckoned. "Whatever you say Mrs. Cole," he replied as he leaned down to me. I wrapped my arms around Matt's neck and planted a soft peck on his cheek then lips. I could taste my own juices on Matt's mouth and it only aroused me further. I began stroking Matt's cock once more, which had been pressing against my stomach. "Can I finish off what I started?" I eagerly asked. "I'd really like that," Matt whispered in response. I got up and laid Matt down in my place. With my hand wrapped around his cock, I licked Matt's tip, tasting the precum that had dribbled out. I smiled and lowered my mouth around Matt's cock, taking all of him in me. Matt brushed my hair out of the way and I directed my eyes up at him. I slowly sucked my way up his throbbing shaft then lowered myself again. Soon, I was bobbing my head up and down with great pace and massaging Matt's balls with my hand. Matt's body had begun to squirm and I could feel him getting tense. "Ohh god Kimmy! I'm so close baby!" Matt groaned. I paid no mind to his warning and continued sucking hard on his cock. Moments later, Matt's hips rose and he grunted loudly. I felt his hot cum spray against the roof of my mouth and finally slowed my bobbing. With my lips still sealed around Matt's pulsing shaft, I moved slowly to the tip then began to stroke him, slow and hard, milking his every drop. . .and there was alot! Matt's body finally settled, and I let his cock fall from my mouth. Staring at his smile I swallowed his seed proudly and wiped the corner of my lips, "I've missed that so much," I whispered. Matt reached out for me and I laid my head down on his chest. I could feel the heightened beat of his heart begin to slow and watched as his once glorious erection go limp. I reached out and wiped the tip of Matt's now soft penis; there was a trickle of semen still left. "Having fun?" Matt asked as I licked my fingers. I turned to him and smiled, "So much fun baby," I gleefully replied. I laid there with my head on Matt's body, smiling up at him, both of us gathering our strength. "Can I just say again, how beautiful you looked today baby, and tonight, you were simply stunning." "Awww baby, you're so sweet. I like looking nice for you Matty," I blushed. Matt reached out and rested his palm on my cheek, rubbing my skin with his thumb. I placed my hand over Matt's against my face and kissed the inside of his palm, "Can you imagine baby, five days in Hawaii doing exactly what we're doing right now," I mused. "I know, I can't wait." Matt and I had a day of rest tomorrow, then, we were off to Hawaii on Monday for our honeymoon. I began to get up and rolled to the edge of the bed, "Where are you going?" Matt asked. "Gotta pee baby, the champagne," I giggled, "Want anything while I'm up?" I asked. "Just you sweetie." I shot Matt a smile and scurried off to the bathroom. I did my best to make the trip as quick as possible then hurried back to Matt. Crawling back onto the bed, I went to lay down in my previous position with my head on Matt's chest, "Come lay up here with me," Matt invited. I happily switched and lay down next to Matt. We both lay on our sides, smiling at each other, "Missed me?" I teased. "Every second my love." I smiled and closed my eyes. Leaning in, my lips met Matt's and I stuck my tongue into his mouth. Matt's hand caressed my face then shoulder. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around Matt's resurgent cock, "Guess somebody's ready," I said with a smiled. Matt tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear and kissed my cheek, "Roll over for me baby," he softly instructed. I happily obeyed and rolled over to face away from Matt. Still lying on our sides, Matt scooted closer to me, my back coming into contact with his chest. Matt began to rub my thigh, and I gently opened it a bit. I could feel Matt moving around behind me, his hand still calmly stroking my skin. Then, I finally felt it, the tip of his cock pressing against the lips of my pussy. "Oh god baby," I moaned, as Matt's hand held me in place while he pushed into me. Finally, Matt was all the way in. I could feel his cock throbbing against the walls of my pussy, and the warmth of his body pressed behind me. Matt lowered his head and kissed my cheek, then the curve of my neck. He began to move his hips, sliding in and out of me. Matt was now kissing my shoulder as he reached over and began massaging my breasts. I pressed my head back against him, wanting to feel as much contact with him that I could. His pumping cock felt amazing going into me, his hips lightly slapping against my butt with each thrust. I shut my eyes, lost in the passion as Matt's kisses alternated between my shoulder and neck. Pulling one of Matt's hands from my breasts, I brought it to my face and kissed his fingers before sliding his digits between my lips and sucking on them slowly. Matt's mouth was latched onto my neck, sucking and licking me as he continued to penetrate me from behind. I could feel my impending orgasm and arched my head back to get a view of Matt but couldn't. "Baby, I want to see your face," I whimpered. Matt's tender obedience was immediate; he pulled out of me and gently rolled me onto my back. Taking a quick glance down to our groins, Matt positioned himself and slid back into me. We both moaned with joy. I wiped the hair from my face then pulled Matt down to me. We kissed passionately as Matt grew into his thrusting rhythm. Matt held my face lovingly as our tongues swirled around one another. Eventually I could take no more, I pushed Matt's face off me ever so softly and stared deeply into his eyes as my body was overcome with my climax. "Ohhh god Matthew!!!" I cried. My vagina spasmed around Matt's pistoning cock, juices gushing out of me. I held Matt's head firmly against me, pressing my forehead against his. He continued to pump with measured pace and now began to grunt. My body still shuddered with my own orgasm as Matt pressed hard into me and cried my name. I could feel his warm spunk splash against the walls of my pussy, and I ground myself against him. "I love you so much Matty," I whimpered. "I love you too Kimberly. . .Cole." We both shared a giggle then Matt eased himself off me and lay at my side. I was about to get up when Matt stopped me, "Where are you off to now?" he questioned. "I'm gonna get cleaned up," I replied. Matt held my harm and pulled me back down onto the bed, "Lay here baby, I'll take care of you," he softly whispered before whisking off to the bathroom. When Matt returned, he was clutching a hand towel. He sat at my side and lovingly began to wipe the inside of my thighs with the warm, damp, cloth. Matt wiped my skin softly, moving the towel daintily against my vagina. His fingers parted my folds as he made sure to clean me thoroughly. "All done, nice and clean now," Matt chirped before he leaned down and planted a kiss on my pelvis, just above my pussy. I smiled adoringly at Matt as he went back to the bathroom to dispose of the towel. Scooting over, I held up the covers and Matt crawled in. "Did you enjoy your night?" he asked as he nuzzled his face against my neck and wrapped his arms around me. "Yes I did baby, I've had the most amazing night," I replied, my face pressing against Matt's head, his hair ticking my nose. "What about you sweetie?" I asked. "Are you kidding? I've been on top of the world since you said 'I do'. You've made me the luckiest man in the world now that I get to spend the rest of my life with you." "Aww Matty, you say the sweetest things baby," I cooed as I tilted Matt's head to mine and kissed him. "I mean every word honey," Matt affirmed. "I know you do baby, and I feel the exact same way." We kissed again, then I turned over so Matt could spoon me. It had been an amazing day but also a long and exhausting one. Matt and I feel asleep in mere minutes, curled up in his arms. XXXX "Honey. . .honey, it's almost ten," I whispered into Matt's ear. I watched as his eyes slowly opened, "Morning sweetie," I greeted, planting kiss on Matt's lips, "Wanna head down for some breakfast?" "Sure thing Kimmy," he groggily replied. I was about to get off the bed when Matt pulled me onto him. I giggled as he kissed me and I wriggled my body against Matt's apparent morning wood. "How about we make that brunch instead?" Matt suggested. "Baby!" I squealed as Matt groped my ass. "I'm just trying to make up for the month we missed," Matt whispered into my ear before nibbling on my lobe. That was all that it took to convince me, as I lowered my mouth back onto his. XXXX By the time we made it downstairs it was for lunch. Matt and I were halfway through our meal. I looked over to his plate which looked particularly scrumptious. "Do you mind if I try a piece of your chicken?" I asked. "You may," Matt replied, "And it'll only cost you one smooch." "One smooch huh? I think you're selling yourself short babe," I replied. Blushing, I leaned over to Matt, then gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Hey you two! Save that for the honeymoon!" I whipped my head around and saw Summer and Adam walking over to us with their luggage. Reaching over, I pierced a chunk of Matt's pineapple chicken with my fork and devoured it. Adam and Summer took a seat at our table, "So you guys all ready to go?" Matt asked. "Yup, flight leaves in a couple hours, got to get back to work in the morning," Adam explained. "Well thank you guys so much for coming, it meant the world to Matt and me," I gushed. "Aww babe, it was our pleasure," Summer replied. Just then, Adam got a call on his cellphone. After a brief conversation, he looked over to Summer, "Cab's outside hun, we better get a move on." Adam got up and shook Matt's hand. Summer leaned over and hugged me, then whispered into my ear, "Call me later, I want to know how last night went." We broke our embrace and smiled at each other. After another exchange of hugs, Summer and Adam headed out to catch their cab. Matt and I relaxed at the hotel for the rest of the day, saying goodbye to friends and family who were heading back home. XXXX The next morning, we had just enough time to pass by our apartment, drop one set of luggage off, pick up another set of already packed bags, and head to the airport. I held Matt's hand as the plane took off. We both stared down at our clasped fingers. Presumably, he was looking at the same thing I was, the new addition to our fingers; our wedding bands. Matt and I couldn't help from smiling like children at each other. When we landed in Hawaii, we were warmly greeted but hotel staff at the airport who placed lays around our necks. We were helped with our luggage and escorted to the hotel shuttles. The drive to the hotel was a lengthy one but Matt and I didn't mind, we marveled at the majestic island scenery. We checked into the honeymoon suite of the very ritzy hotel and were escorted up to the room. Matt tipped the bellboy and we shut the door. I had to use the bathroom, so I left Matt to explore the suite. I re-entered the living quarters to the sound of a loud thud. I looked to the left and saw Matt standing at the entrance to the balcony holding his head. Matt had apparently walked into the glass sliding door. I immediately began laughing, "Babe! What happened?" I queried, "What made you think the door would be open?" "I thought it was an open, balcony, it looked so clear," he explained as he rubbed his forehead. I continued my inconsiderate laughter till Matt looked up at me with an adorable frown, "Awwww, come here, let me make it all better," I stated. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. Matt joined me and I sat him beside me. I reached up and removed his hand from against his forehead and replaced it with my own. "Awww, my poor baby," I comforted, while rubbing his forehead. Matt stared at me with puppy dog eyes, really milking the situation. I leaned over and kissed his forehead, "Does that feel better?" "A little," he faux whimpered. "A little huh? Well, let's see if we can make it feel alot better," I whispered. I gently nudged Matt and laid him down on the bed. I kissed his forehead again, then his temple, then his cheek, then his lips. "Mmmm, starting to get better," Matt murmured, his lips pressed against mine. I giggled and began to roam my hands across Matt's body, up the sides of his stomach, across his chest, then the side of his face. As we continued to kiss, Matt's hands did some roaming of their own as he tenderly rubbed my back. Matt slid his tongue into my mouth and I sucked delightedly on it, then bit down seductively on his lower lip. A soft groan escaped him as I held his lip between my teeth and gently squeezed. I smiled as I released Matt then went back to exploring his mouth with my tongue. Matt hand was cradling my face as we lay side by side kissing. I had begun to rub his thighs, then, mischievously slid a hand through the sizeable hole in his ripped jeans which was just above his knee. Smiling against, Matt's lips, I worked my hand up his thigh till I was able to press my palm over his hardness. Matt's cock, which was trapped in his boxer briefs, throbbed against my hand, even more so when I squeezed and caressed it. "Mhmm, I knew I loved these ripped jeans for a reason," he moaned. I giggled and squeezed his erection hard, eliciting a passionate groan. After a few more minutes of kissing and fondling, I pulled my hand from the hole in Matt's jeans and began to unbuckle his belt. I quickly pulled Matt's jeans and boxers from his body then crawled onto him. Matt slid his hands up my bare thighs, under my denim skirt and began tugging on my underwear. "Mhmmm, I guess you're all better," I teased before leaning close to kiss Matt's lips. Matt had lowered my green cotton thong to my knees, and I wiggled my body, positing myself for him. "I want you so bad Kimmy," Matt whispered against my mouth. "You can have me baby, I'm yours forever," I cooed as I pressed my vagina against Matt's upright cock. We smiled at each other as Matt held my hips steady I lowered myself onto him. I watched as Matt closed his eyes and smiled, "Ohhh god, baby, I love you so much," he sighed as I continued to sink down onto him. With Matt's cock entirely buried inside me, I kissed him tenderly before he slowly began writhing his hips, pressing in and out of me. "Mhmmm, yeah baby," I moaned as Matt and I began to kiss again. Matt grasped my hips tightly, as he worked his way in and out of my pussy; his cock was so hard and felt amazing, grinding against my clit with each stroke. As we continued to make love, one of Matt's hands slowly inched its way up the sides up my body, till he was able to massage my breasts through my cotton jersey. I broke the kiss between Matt and myself and sat up on his body, staring down at him as he kept gently thrusting into me. "Ahh ahhhh ahhh fuck Matty," I groaned, holding his hand against my breasts, "You want these little boobs huh," I whimpered. As Matt's hand retreated, I lifted my jersey off me and tossed it to the floor. I reached behind and unhooked the clasp on of my white bra then lifted off my chest and flung it to the floor as well. "Mhmmm, what an amazing view," Matt whispered as he raised his hands back to my breasts, cupping my mounds and squeezing my bare flesh. I hunched over and pressed myself against Matt's body. I could feel his lips kissing my breasts, his tongue swirling around my skin every few seconds. Matt finally took my nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. I groaned aloud and gyrated my hips against his pressing. Matt wrapped his hands around my lower back and hugged me close to him, his face buried in my breasts. He began to thrust faster into me. "Ohhh god baby that feels so good," I cooed as Matt bit down on my nipple. I was so close to cumming, but I wanted to see Matt's face. I held Matt's head back, tilting it away from breasts and up to my face. I smiled down at him as he stared up at me with focus in his eyes. "Are you close?" I whispered. "So close, baby," he grunted. "Cum with me darling," I whimpered. "Tell me when," Matt replied as I kissed his lips. Matt began to fuck harder and faster. His arms were still wrapped around my back, hugging me as we kissed. About a minute later, I pulled my mouth from Matt's "Now baby!! Now!!!" I cried as my body convulsed in blissful satisfaction. Matt groaned and thrusted hard and deep, then cried out with me. I felt Matt's hands tighten around my back as his body twitched and his cock spewed his cum inside me. "Yes baby, mhmmm ohh fuck yess," I moaned as our orgasms collided. Matt had stopped thrusting and was holding his spasming cock inside my pussy. I giggled when he groaned almost in agony as I clenched my pussy down around his cock, "Sorry baby, I couldn't help it," I explained, knowing how sensitive his cock was now. I gave Matt a minute before easing off him then lying on his body. He looked up at me, "I've got to walk into doors more often," he panted. I smiled down at him lovingly, "What are you smiling about?" he asked. "Nothing, I was just thinking. . .my husband the klutz," I teased. Matt joined my chuckle and lightly spanked my butt. "Wanna know something?" "What baby?" I asked. "When I paid the bellboy out in the hall, he asked me a question, he asked if my wife and I would be needing anything else. I smiled at him so proudly, I almost hugged the guy. My wife and I. . . it sounded amazing." "Awww baby, that does sound nice," I replied. We laid there for a few minutes till I finally rolled off of Matt's body, "Come on, let's go get washed up and check out the beach," I excitedly chirped. XXXX "Would you like another one hun?" Matt asked. I slurped the last remnants of my bahama mama and set the glass down, "No thanks, I don't want to ruin my appetite for dinner." Matt walked over to the poolside bar for another beer then returned to his lounge chair. We were four days into our honeymoon, and were lounging out by the pool after a refreshing swim. If we weren't in the bedroom making love, Matt and I were on the beach or at the pool resting up. We did however; make a decision to at least try to do some touristy stuff. Tomorrow we had a whole day planned; surfing lessons in the morning, then some snorkeling, we booked a bicycle tour, then, we were planning to finish off the day with a couple hours at the spa and a nighttime stroll on the beach. As Matt finished up with his beer, I got up off my lounge chair and stood over him, "Ready to head up, dinner reservation's in a little while." Matt glanced at his watch then looked back up to me, "It's still early," he replied. "I know, but I thought we could take a shower together and that could umm. . .take some time," I explained, smiling down at him. "Ohh, I see, well by all means, we should head upstairs," Matt calmly stated with a wicked smile. As we bumbled into our hotel suite, I felt Matt's hands on my back untying my bikini top. We made our way over to the bathroom, leaving a trail of our clothing behind. Matt turned on the shower and we embraced beneath the warm water. I could already feel Matt, throbbing against my stomach. I lowered my hand between our bodies and stroked Matt's cock. He inched forward, forcing me against the tile wall. Matt slid his hands down my body, then around both my wrists. I stuck my tongue into his mouth and felt Matt suck passionately on it. I pressed Matt's cock against my pussy, then he raised my hands into the air, pressing them against the wall. With my wrists pinned to the wall by Matt's hands, there was nothing to do but kiss him. I loved his tight grasp on my hands, his body pressed against mine as he slid his cock into my cunt. "Mhmm, fuck baby," I cooed. Matt began to thrust, slow at first but soon, nice and fast, hard and deep into my pussy. I pulled my tongue from Matt's mouth and settled my face against his neck. Biting down lightly on Matt's shoulder, I whimpered with his every thrust. After a few minutes, Matt set my hands free and I lowered them around his body. Gripping his buttcheeks, I pressed his body forward every time he pushed into me, feeling his cock plunge deeper than before. "Fuck Matty, I'm gonna cum," I announced. Matt's handS were grasping my hips as he continued plunging into me. "Ohhh god baby!!!" I cried, unable to control myself as my body shuddered and a blissful warm sensation surged through my body. I pulled my face from Matt's neck and stared into his eyes. My body continued to twitch as my pussy clenched down periodically on his thrusting penis. I felt so at ease as my orgasm subsided. I wiped the water that splashed down on Matt's face then kissed him. Laughing cutely, I hopped up and wrapped my legs around Matt's waist. With my arms around Matt's neck for support, I urged him on, "Fuck me baby, fuck me hard." Matt wrapped his hands around my back and began thrusting fast and hard. He pressed his forehead against my chest and I felt him breathing heavily on my breasts. I kissed the top of Matt's head, on his wet hair, and rubbed the back of his neck with my fingers. "That's it baby, ohhh god you feel soo good!" I moaned. I felt Matt's cock go extremely hard, then a loud groan. "Ahhh FUCK Kimmy!!" I held Matt's head tightly to my chest as his came in me. He leaned me against the wall for support and I felt him delicately kissing the curve of my breasts, his cock still twitching in my pussy. After a few minutes, Matt turned his head up to me and we kissed. I hopped down from around his body and his cock slid from my vagina. We proceeded to soap and rinse each other's skin, slowly and tenderly, it was very romantic. Eventually we were done showering but remained under the warm water just kissing and caressing each other's bodies. "Are you ready to go get some dinner?" Matt finally asked. "I'm starving baby," I replied. Matt shut of the water and I retrieved some towels. After getting dressed we walked down to the lobby and outside to catch a cab. The drive to the CanoeHouse, the restaurant where Matt had made reservations, was brief. The place was absolutely gorgeous, a romantic beachfront restaurant. Matt and I opted to sit outside on the restaurant's open air deck. We ordered appetizers and stared out at the waves slowly lapping at the shore. When the main course arrived, Matt and I had the pleasure of an amazing Hawaiian sunset as a backdrop to dine to. I kept staring up at Matt, he looked so happy, and that filled me with joy. Matt played with my hand as we ate our sorbet desserts. He smiled up at me, "You look so beautiful Kimmy." "Aww, thank you baby," I replied. "I can't wait to get you back to our room." I blushed a little and squeezed Matt's hand in mines, "I can't wait to get you on your back," I teased. We both laughed guiltily and finished up with our dessert. Back at the hotel, we again made love before falling asleep in each other's arms. XXXX The next day was everything Matt and I had hoped for, extremely exhausting but totally exhilarating and fun. I laughed until my stomach ached during our surfing lessons; Matt must have fallen off his board twice as much as I did. After snorkeling, we took our bike tour and got to see much of the island and some amazing sites. An hour at the spa was exactly what we needed at the end of the day to unwind, it was thoroughly relaxing. Then, after a quick bite to eat, Matt and I shared a long romantic walk on the shore, under the stars. Back in the hotel suite, Matt and I settled in for the final night of our honeymoon. We were laying on the bed, locked in what was approaching a twenty minute passionate make out session. I began to unbutton Matt's shirt, and he slid his khaki shorts down his legs. Lying in just his boxer briefs, Matt reached over and lifted my red blouse off my body. I smiled at him as I unbuttoned my jean shorts. Matt laid me down on the bed and helped my wiggle out of my shorts, then tugged on my yellow panties. Completely naked, I pulled Matt onto me and kissed him. I could feel his bulge pressing against my stomach and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and began pushing them down his thighs. Matt kicked his boxer briefs down around his ankles and I pulled him back in for a kiss. I rolled Matt over and we lay on our sides still kissing. He slinked his hand up my body and caressed my breasts, eliciting an appreciative moan from me. I squeezed Matt's cock in my palm and felt his hand sliding down my stomach. "Babe. . .do you mind, umm. . .if we just did anal tonight?" I stammered, almost shyly. "Sure honey, any particular reason?" Matt asked. "Do you want the truth?" "Of course baby," Matt replied. "Well, the truth is, I feel kinda sore," I explained. "Awww Kimmy, why didn't you tell me, I'm so sorry honey," Matt replied, his voice laden with concern. "It's not your fault baby," I quickly responded, "Well, not all your fault, I'm equally to blame," I smiled. "You know we don't have to do anything if you're not in the mood, we could just cuddle," Matt offered. "No baby, I want to, I really want to," I assured him. Matt kissed me and tenderly cupped my vagina in his hand. He kissed his way down my body till his nose was nuzzled against my folds, "I am so sorry, you're the most heavenly of creatures," he whispered. "Babe, what are you doing?" I giggled. Matt directed his eyes to mine, "I'm apologizing to your pussy," he replied. "Wow, I wished I knew you were crazy before we got married," I teased. Matt went back to whispering to my pussy, "Don't mind her, we know our love is real," he whispered comically as I continued to laugh. Matt ended with a light kiss against my lips. "Turn over for me baby," Matt requested. I happily flipped over and laid on my stomach. Matt's hands immediately began massaging my butt cheeks. Resting my head comfortably on my pillow, I closed my eyes and enjoyed Matt's tender touch. I felt Matt lean in and his lips on my soft flesh. He kissed each of my cheeks then began to spread them. The next thing I felt was the amazing feel of Matt's tongue right against my asshole. His tongue swirled circles around my tight ring, then began to press against my hole. Matt lapped away at my asshole for a few minutes then ended with a kiss, right against my hole. I opened my eyes and watched him walk over to my bag and retrieve the mini bottle of lube. I arched my neck back to watch Matt lube up his erection, then felt his slippery fingers between the crack of my ass, rubbing my opening. When he was done, Matt closed the bottle and walked over to the table to set it down. I got up on my knees. My face was pressed against the pillow and my ass was sticking up in the air as I eagerly waited on Matt. I watched Matt walk back across the room and crawl onto the bed. He moved behind me out of sight and I felt his hands on my ass. Matt spread my cheeks ever so slightly and I felt him pressing his cock between them. I reached back to help Matt, grasping my ass cheeks and holding them apart for him. He pressed his cock against my tiny ring and began to press. I shut my eyes tight and focused on relaxing my body as I felt Matt's cock squeeze into my anal rosebud. Matt continued to ease into my asshole, making steady progress. His cock filling me felt amazing. Finally, he reached a point where my asshole sucked in his entire cock and we both groaned. Matt remained still, his cock buried entirely inside me. He rubbed my back soothingly as I took a minute to get adjusted to having him in me. After a minute or so, got comfortable on the pillow and gave Matt the all clear, "Okay baby, I'm ready. That was all Matt needed as he began easing out and then back in. "Fuck that feels amazing!" I groaned. "You feel so nice baby," Matt replied. I could feel my anus stretch as Matt rock hard cock slid in and it felt unbelievable. Matt was rubbing my ass cheeks with his palms as he began moving harder into me. Soon he was slamming his cock deep inside my asshole, his thighs slapping my ass. "Ahh ahhhh ahhhh, fuck baby, mhmmmm," I moaned in pleasure. I tried rubbing my pussy a little but the soreness was just too irritating. I pulled my hand from between my legs and arched my neck back to Matt, "I'd like to lie on my stomach," I informed him. Matt paused his thrusting, "Of course baby, everything okay?" he asked. "Yeah, it feels wonderful; I just think it'll feel better for me if I lay flat. With Matt's throbbing cock inside me, I stretched my legs back and lay down on my stomach. Matt moved with me, lowering himself so he remained inside me. "Okay, you can start again," I giggled. I felt Matt's hands on the back of my shoulders as he began to slide his cock in and out of my ass once more. "Ohhh god, this feels sooo good," I cooed. Matt planted his hands on the bed, on either side of my shoulders and plowed into me. As he gradually built back up to his previous plunging speed, he lowered his head and kissed my back. He was able to nibble on my shoulders and I turned my head and we kissed. I squeezed my legs tightly together, squirming my body as I felt an immense orgasm approaching. Matt paused our kissing and breathed heavily against my face, "You're so tight baby, I can't last much longer," he grunted. I smiled and kissed him then just pressed my face against his. We weren't kissing, just breathing hot breath into each other's mouths. I cried out in high pitch as my climax hit me, my asshole and pussy spasmed in unison. At the same time, Matt grunted and I felt his cum shooting into me. We continued pressing our faces together, planting brief pecks on each other's lips every few seconds. Matt's cock throbbed so hard in my asshole, I tried to imagine what it felt like for him to have my anus contract around his length. We both resumed kissing and remained in that position for a couple minutes till Matt rolled off my back and lay down at my side. "Ohh my god baby, that's the first time I've orgasmed from just anal," I panted. "Really?!?" a surprised Matt asked, "You weren't touching yourself?" he added. "No, I tried, but was too sore, so that was all just from anal," I explained. "Wow, you think it was the position? With you on your stomach?" "Yeah, I think that was it, in that position, I dunno, you just seem to hit all the right places," I giggled. We laid with each other a bit then took a shower. When we returned to bed, I got comfortable, cozying up into Matt's arms. "I've had the best five days ever," I stated. "Me too baby, it really has been amazing, but to tell you the truth, I can't wait to get back home and start living our lives together," Matt replied. "I know what you mean, it'll be nice to get to the day to day of being a married couple, you've made me so happy Matty, I can't wait to see what's next." "I feel the same baby," Matt responded, squeezing me tight. We fell asleep with the knowledge that tomorrow we'd be heading back home, to start our lives as husband and wife. XXXX End of ch.09 Okay folks just one more chapter to go and that'll be in end of this series. Comments, suggestions, critiques, are always welcomed and greatly appreciated.
10 Minutes	300,736	4.66	221,631	[ "jogging", "sports", "beach", "ocean", "asian", "korean", "romance", "love", "public", "exhibitionism" ]	\--- As always, I thank my volunteer editors profusely. This is a story that took me by surprise emotionally, and it took some work to get it into shape. Imagine a cool evening in the summer when the sun is about to set and the day's heat is breaking. You are in a green park with a small pagoda for concerts and, in the distance, fields for playing soccer and open spaces for kite flying. Beyond sight, a fountain sprays its water into the air, and maybe if the world is quiet enough and you listen very hard you can just hear it from where you now sit. The park is looped by a well-laid white sidewalk along which old women walk slowly talking with their friends, young couples stroll with their children, and triathletes with well-toned bodies run past them all as they dream of finishing the Ironman. Not a hundred feet beyond the sidewalk's edge lay the beaches of Waikiki with its small surf washing the feet of tourists and locals alike, while the ever-hopeful surfers out in the distance wait for the perfect swell. \--- It takes a little more effort when you get to 32 to keep the body you want. I remember eating anything I wanted to a decade ago, but now that just doesn't work. To stay in shape I swim early in the morning at my favorite beach, and then twice a week I go for a run in the evening, when the sun is going down and the air is cool. Besides keeping my stomach flat, I treasure these times most of all for the clarity they bring to my mind. When I'm in stride, it's hard to worry about the day's little problems. My little adventure started at mile 3. That's where the sidewalk loops around a hedge and merges with a path from the opposite direction. I turned the corner and was immediately faced with a sight to behold. She was jogging in a pair of tiny red running shorts that hung so low on her hips you knew she shaved part of herself. On top she was adorned with a charcoal gray athletic bra that her bosom filled out nicely. She was taller than me – maybe 5'9" or 5'10" – and had her long black hair in a ponytail that bounced with each step. Her body was long and lean and yet curved. These were all the details I could catch as I ended up a couple steps ahead of her on the path. I kept jogging, but my sweat-induced meditation was broken, because all I was thinking of now was her. I wanted to look again, but didn't want to blatantly turn my head and stare. I just continued running, hearing her footsteps behind mine and feeling her presence. I wondered if she was even looking at me. Was I worth looking at in my dark blue athletic shorts? Would she notice my flat stomach exposed by my short t-shirt? Or was she looking up my legs to my rear, watching it move beneath the fabric? I knew the answer was "no". After all, the chances of her also being a lesbian were low, and I was about 10 years older than her to boot. I finally turned my head slowly to see her again. As I did, she looked me right in the eyes and smiled, not 3 feet behind me. I turned my head back immediately, my cheeks turning crimson. She had caught me checking her out. She was just running along, listening to the I-Pod strapped to her right arm, and she'd gotten caught behind an older woman whom she was too polite to pass and who was eyeing her. I didn't turn my head again and decided to run a little faster. I don't know why I sped up. Was it to get away from her? Maybe I wanted to show I could still hang with her 22 year old body. For whatever reason I did it, I could still hear her behind me. Her long legs were taking fewer steps than mine, but they didn't seem to be getting any further away or closer. I sped up again. My legs were beginning to feel a slight burn as I lifted my knees higher, moving faster down the sidewalk. I could feel more sweat on my body being met by the cool air breezing past. My t-shirt was getting damp; my breaths were deeper, more controlled. However, my body kept up the pace, and the feeling of the surprising power tingled through me. Yeah, I still had it. But I could still feel her footsteps. In fact, they sounded closer than before. She must be right there. Right at my hip. I sped up again. The pace was now beginning to take real effort. My mind and body began to focus. I spoke inwardly to myself. Breathe. Keep your body relaxed. Feel your feet hitting the pavement. But her footsteps echoed in my mind. I finally turned my head to find her not one pace behind me. She was just as beautiful as I was imagining her. She grinned at me and then suddenly put on a burst of speed, pulling even with me. So that's how it was going to be?! I sped up too, keeping pace with her. We were both breathing hard. "Race you to the fountain," she threw at me in one breath, and then took off, leaping ahead of me. Well, fuck. I wasn't going to be outdone that easily! I shifted my body into overdrive and we were flying. I hadn't run so fast in years. Not with such delight. And I was immediately next to her again, actually pulling ahead. She looked at me, this time not with a smile as much as shock, and sped up too, finally putting her true abilities to the test. We were running side-by-side as fast as we could down the track. Soon it was hard to tell who was ahead though, as we had to dodge people, getting around the stroller, the woman with the small dog. I was going as fast as I possibly could. My body felt so alive. My blood rushed through my body warming me before the cool air cooled me back down. But in the back of my mind was always her. I was going to give her everything I had. Wipe that smile off her face. Oh, but what a smile it was and how beautiful she looked when she wore it. The fountain was in sight now. My lungs and heart were beginning to tire. After all, it was a mile to the fountain from her challenge and we weren't pacing it. We came together again on the sidewalk still side by side. I stole a glance at her, and she was completely focused. I wanted to bump her, not so I could win, but so I could touch her. I got my mind quickly off of her and back on winning. There's a time to think with your heart and a time to let your mind get what your heart wants. Everything else faded. I just saw the fountain ahead and heard her deep full breaths next to me. I concentrated on my legs and just moved them a little faster than I thought I could. The fountain was almost there. She was right by me. Faster. Just a little faster... I heard the sound of the water, the sound of her breath. Almost. . . there. . . Move it, M-Y! Slap! My hand touched the concrete of the fountain. I had won. Wow, I had won!! "I can't believe you beat me!" she yelled. I didn't answer. I just walked in circles trying to get my breath back. Damn, my body was bursting. My lungs had never worked so hard, but I hadn't felt so elated in months. "I can't believe you beat me!" she yelled again, trying to regain her voice between deep breaths. "You're amazing." Deep breaths. I knew I wasn't supposed to, but I couldn't help but grin. "I've never run so hard," she continued. "My body is burning up." "Same here," I replied. What an idiot. My first words to this angel were "same here"? "When you sped up the second time in front of me..." she paused for a deep breath. "I just had to race you. I was sure I was going to win." "Why's that?" I asked. "Leg length. Long legs," she explained, kicking them out to explain. "And I run everyday." "I really wanted to win." I was still walking, my lungs beginning to relax. "I can tell." She extended her hand and smiled again. Oh, that smile. "Congratulations." "Thanks. And thanks for daring me. I haven't run like that in years." She laughed. "You're welcome. I'm just kinda competitive." "I'm not. Usually." "Why so competitive this time?" I blushed, unable to think of an answer I dared confess. She looked even better now. Little beads of sweat covered her lean body. I wanted to watch them glide down her smooth, muscled abdomen. Oh, how the water reflected the sun on her golden skin. "I don't know," I said, turning redder again. She looked at me and her cheeks became pink as well. "You're amazing," was all she said. Was she checking me out? Her eyes seemed to wander along my legs. I couldn't blush any harder at this point. "I'm Susana. Susana Kim," she said. "M-Y." There was that look again I've been hit on enough to catch the glances, but I knew there was no chance I had just gotten in a race with the world's hottest lesbian. I bottled up the hopes and pushed them back down. Instead, I merely pointed at the sidewalk to indicate I wanted to keep walking with her. "Do you jog here a lot?" she asked. "Twice a week." "Four times here, but usually mid-morning. I had to change times today." I looked up to see the red glow of a sunset as the sun disappeared behind the mountains to the west. The surfers were packing their boards up to call it a night. I loved this time. "Isn't it too hot then?" "I like the sun on my skin." And my tongue? I wanted to ask, but kept silent. I finally got out, "Do you go to the University?" "Graduated a couple of years ago, which was a bit early. You?" "10 years ago." She seemed to stumble a little. "What? At 15?" "Very funny." "No really." "At 22." "Huh. I was debating if you were 25 or 26 when I was running behind you." "You're very kind," I managed. "Maybe you just have a great ass." I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows at that. She saw my expression and giggled. "Oh well! I knew you'd be straight, but I had to test it. Don't take offense." My heart started thumping. And I thought it was beating hard when I was running! That was nothing compared to this. When running, I made my mind focus on the task at hand. But now, when my angel was hitting on me, I couldn't think clearly at all. I lowered my head and then quietly said, "Actually, I'm not." She stopped in her tracks and turned to me. I just looked up at her with my hands on my knees still breathing. She seemed to be searching my eyes for something. I watched a droplet of sweat roll along the curve of her neck. "Not what?" she asked. I don't think she believed what I'd said. "I'm not straight," I told her simply, raising my hands from my knees and walking beside her. "Huh," she said and without a further word we started walking again. "Does that surprise you?" I asked. "I just don't trust my luck," she returned. "We just met." "I know." "I love those red shorts, by the way," I said and felt my eyes twinkle with mischief. "Oh?" "Uh-huh." "When you were running ahead of me, I absolutely hated your shorts." I looked at my plain blue cotton running shorts that stopped about mid-thigh. She was right. They were kind of boring. "Yeah, they were in the way of what I really wanted to look at," she finished. Oh my, I thought. This was her second mention of my cute rear already. Maybe swimming was helping me out more than I realized. "You're very forward," I replied. "I know." She actually sounded a bit chastened. This woman was a really curious mix of self-confidence and sensitivity. "It gets me in trouble a lot." I took her hand in mine. "I like it." We walked in silence for a minute hand-in-hand. I felt drops of sweat from our arms periodically slide over our fingers and on to the sidewalk below. After a bit she quietly asked, "Are you seeing anyone?" "No," I answered and felt my voice break. I could sense our hands slowly caressing one another, unable to stop our bodies from touching. "You?" I asked. "Uh-uh." We continued walking. Our blood was pumping through our bodies, heating us up. I love good exercise. Our hands began to wander more. Her hand would grasp mine as if she intended to not let it move, but then it would move beyond her control and touch the slip of stomach that my top didn't cover. My hand also moved of its own accord along her back before I took it away again. But when the hands were together, they kept sliding up and down one another, unable to stay still. "Where are you going now?" she asked. "Car lot by the beach. You?" "Bus." "Oh. That's just past, right?" "Yes." I noticed our breathing getting shallower. The tension between the two of us was becoming unbearable. "M-Y?" "Yes?" "I'm leaving the islands next week. Grad school at Berkeley." I closed my eyes, not letting the information overwhelm me. There goes another one, I thought. "Unless you don't want me to go," she continued. I froze. In her sexual excitement, she was willing to give up Berkeley to pursue something with me, a woman she had just met. It was crazy! This was just lust, wasn't it? It wasn't logical for it to be anything more. I tried to calm the thoughts running through my mind. It was my job to be the older one here; to tell her what was proper. I took both her hands in mine and leaned forward to kiss her lips tenderly. Our lips brushed against one another, warm and inviting. I felt her breath on my face as I moved my head back from the soft kiss. "I feel the same way," I answered, "but you must go. It's not just feelings. There's all sort of other things in our lives we have to think about. I would be devastated to take you away from that. I am guessing it is something you have been working towards for years." She put her head down slowly. "I won't ask that of you," I insisted. We started walking again. The sun was down now and fewer people were around. The heat of the day was gone, but I felt no relief at the moment, because my heart was on fire. She leaned over as we walked and kissed the side of my face. "We have a week though." I smiled. "Yes, we do." "That's 188 hours." "Mmm," I agreed. "I won't calculate the minutes." "It's a lot." "Yes, it is." Almost grinning now. "You can do a lot in a week." "You can do a lot in an hour with the right person." "I have an hour right now," she said clutching my hand tight. "I've got as many hours as you can give me," I let her know. "I've wanted you since I saw your cute little butt in front of me." Her delightful aggressiveness was back. "I thought you were a dream when you came around that corner." "I have an idea," she said, pulling me towards the beach. I followed happily, not sure what she had in mind, but if she had any one of the thousands of ideas I had right then, then I was about to be the happiest woman on the planet. Half way there she stopped and unlaced her running shoes. I copied her and soon we were barefoot, walking, then skipping, then running hand in hand through the grass to the beach. We hit the beach laughing. I pulled her into the ocean, the cool water lapping at our ankles and then turned to her again. Our lips met and this time there was no hesitation––only passion. Passion that we only had a week. Passion that we had just met. Passion that what we had hoped for on first sight was becoming reality. We held each other's hands, as our lips tasted one another, as if we might explore the other person's heart by exploring their bodies. After several minutes we pulled back. I wanted her more than anything, but as I looked around, there were still many tourists along the beach. My dream of making love to her on the sand would have to wait. She saw me looking at the interfering tourists and smiled. "Remember, I had an idea. Follow." She led me a little ways down and then began to ascend the steps of one of the orange lifeguard stations. The steps lead up to a flat second floor where the lifeguard would sit to watch the swimmers. Behind that flat area were two doors not three feet tall that closed off a small space behind it that was semi-private. It wasn't locked and Susana pulled me into the little room. "People can see us," I told her. "Not if we lay on the floor," she responded with a grin and lay back on to the wooden planks, holding her arms out for me. I looked out to see some people strolling a little ways away. I wasn't really an exhibitionist! Then I looked down at her looking up at me hopefully, and there was no way I was passing this up. I descended to the floor on top of her and our lips met again. This time we kissed in earnest. Her mouth was wider than mine and she covered me with it. I searched for her tongue, finding it and taking it into my mouth sucking it into me. Oh what heaven. I felt her tongue moving against my lips moving from side to side. I ran my fingers through her hair as I sucked her mouth, and then our tongues met and wrestled again for victory. I quickly licked her face with my tongue, licking the sweat from her silken skin, tasting her, letting the salty feel of her linger on my tongue. I was still staring at her golden face, when she too attacked me with her mouth. We started to struggle over who would lick the other's skin next. I wanted to giggle as our competitive spirit came alive again in this new fashion. Our hot breath mingled in the small space between us. I could feel the air from her body dallying around my mouth, nostrils, and eyes before I breathed it inside of me, taking a further piece of her into me. We grinned as we both tried to dodge the other's tongue in order to lick our partner's face. I went for her nose when she got me on the chin. She got her tongue on one of my eyelids and laughed at my reaction. But while her happy voice rang out, I made my move and got a tickling lick on each side of her mouth. She touched at the places I had licked with her hands, while still smiling at me. All I could see was her smile and her shining white teeth. She suddenly grabbed my head so I couldn't move and then moved her face up to lick my forehead. "Hey, no fair!" I complained. And then I saw her inviting neck and covered it with my mouth, licking her salty skin, still covered in sweat. She moaned lightly at this new sensation. "Never mind," I said as I continued to run her tongue around her neck. "Oh, I am so gonna make you orgasm first," she claimed. You can never hear that too much, I thought. "Oh, really?" I said, and pulled her ear lobe between my lips, at the same time placing my hand between her thighs, rubbing lightly. She let out a squeak and then her breaths became very shallow as I continued rubbing her through those tiny red running shorts. The first sensation was the slickness of the material. The second was the feel of her outer labia through the fabric. Then after just a second, it was the slow warmth emanating from her, seeping into my hand. She was hot, steaming. I started to notice the smell in the air from her. I closed my eyes, smelling the sex, smelling her body, a body that was excited about, of all things, me. Soon, she recovered enough to say, "Uh huh, I am," and pushed her hand down my own shorts, finding my pussy under the soaked panties. I gasped as her fingers pressed against my wet insides and said, "We shouldn't do too much." Both of us were breathing hard as we touched each other. "I'm very loud," I explained. "I say things I shouldn't." She started licking around my ear now, as she rubbed my panties into me. "Well, then, this time, be quiet, or we'll have to put something in your mouth." I pushed away from her and sat up so that I was straddling her hips. I took the hand that had been touching me and pulled it up to my face. "Something like this?" I asked and sucked three of her fingers into my mouth. Her face took on the loveliest little pout that said, "Oh, I didn't expect something that good" and watched me, as I licked up and down her fingers. "Talk about hot," she said, closing her eyes and concentrating on the warm feel of my mouth on her fingers. "That run, you, and now this." I said nothing and only licked her palm with my tongue and then began to nibble down her arms until my body was folded over hers, our breasts touching. "C'm here," she said and started kissing me again. When we started kissing, her arms were wrapped around me, holding me tight, but after a little while I felt her hands beginning to creep around my body with more purpose. They slid along my back on the exposed skin and then underneath my shirt, pushing the fabric up as they moved so that soon my entire back was exposed to the sea air. On one side of me was her warm, soft body, beckoning me closer; on the other a cool ocean breeze was trying to make my skin erupt in goose bumps. Her fingers traced along my spine and then in circles, but they weren't satisfied yet. She slid them down my back, as we kept kissing, to my rear, slipping under my shorts and under my panties, cupping and squeezing me in both hands. "I want you like I haven't wanted anyone," she exclaimed and suddenly pushed my panties and shorts down my hips so that 2/3 of my ass was in the open. Then her fingers were slipping between my cheeks. It felt so good. "If you are gonna do that, get that bra of yours off," I told her in response. She nodded and pushed me up and off of her. I sat in this small, public lifeguard station with my shorts bunched around the top of my thighs and my shirt over my breasts, and watched her begin to strip. She sat up and pulled the sweat-covered gray athletic bra over her head, revealing her full bosom that I had noticed at first glance. I couldn't believe I was with someone with a body like this. My eyes walked up her long legs that reached towards me, over her curved hips, in towards her long perfectly shaped abs, up to her full breasts with dark, brown, wide nipples that were erect and waiting for me, and finally up her long neck to her soft wet lips that I had been exploring for the last while. And she was smart and playful to go with it. Damn. Of course, with a body like that she could've had me if she was a royal bitch. I was twice lucky, I guess I saw that she was watching me with that little naughty smile of hers. She pointed at my t-shirt. "Off." I quickly tossed my t-shirt and bra to the side and began crawling towards her. But she wagged her finger from side to side at me and teased, "Not yet...." Her finger moved down and pointed at the shorts hanging at the bottom of my hips. I looked at them bunched around me, my black pubes just poking out, then back at her. "You first," I said and then leaped forward grabbing her tiny shorts and yanking them down her body and off those long legs. She had on a pair of light pink cotton panties underneath them that were soaked through in the crotch. I stared at her for a bit, and not taking my eyes off her, pulled my shorts and panties off, pushing them away with my feet. "You're amazing," she said. "Shhh..." I replied and pointed at the open space not two feet above our heads. "That's the third time you've said that today," I whispered to her, crawling naked towards her. "I think you like me," and as I said this I indicated her wet panties. She looked at herself and smiled again. Then she began pushing the panties down those forever legs as she said, "I've been that way since I saw you." "Oh, really?" I asked teasingly. "Yeah. Watching your tight buns in those shorts and the muscles in those slim legs. I was moist in seconds." I loved talk like this. "That's very naughty of you," I replied. "Mmm. Maybe you should come a little closer and see what I do when I really like someone." I crawled to her and slid my body up the length of hers, our two wet sweaty bodies sliding with ease against one another. I stopped when my lips were just an inch from hers. "Don't move," she whispered. Then she started to wiggle down my body underneath me on my hands and knees until my right breast dangled above her mouth. "Don't you ever move," she said again and her tongue came out. She began circling my breast, licking around it over and over, then spiraling up to my nipple. My nipples were harder than I had seen them in a long, long time, and she took advantage of the fact. Her little tongue came out and started licking back and forth across it. What a woman I was with. Her tongue flicked back and forth along each nipple and she ran her fingernails along my sides. I let out a moan before I could stop myself. "Shhh," she reminded me, then suddenly sucked my breast into her mouth. I closed my eyes and just concentrated on the feel of her mouth on my breast. It became harder and harder to be quiet with every move of her tongue. She bit lightly on the other nipple before sucking it in to her delicious mouth as well. Then she was kissing down my stomach. Her tongue entered my navel, exploring each part of me. This has always turned me on, and I could feel the wetness in my pussy growing and growing. "I am gonna make you feel soooo good, Susana," I moaned as she inched further down, kissing the soft black hairs. "I know, M-Y," she said, matter of factly. "No, you don't," I replied. "10 Minutes. Gonna show you some spots on your body that you've never dreamed of. You've never wanted to scream from someone licking your hip. 10 minutes from now." Did I hear her gulp? But she just said, "Is that so?" and pushed my thighs wider apart. "Uh-huh," was all I could get out. "That's very––" and here she kissed my labia once then twice and continued, "intriguing, M-Y." "Oh wow," I moaned and my head collapsed on the floor so that only my ass was high in the air, straddling this goddess's face. "You like that," she said and slipped her tongue inside my lips, licking back and forth slowly. I let out a moan again. "Shhhh," she said and pulled my pussy lips apart with her hand. A single wet finger started to trace around the inner and outer lips. "You are such a tease," I told her. "No, I'm not," she said. "Cause I am so gonna eat you out." I almost came as soon as she said it. The muscles in my thighs began quivering and I think I whimpered. "Oh, M-Y," she moaned up to me, seeing how close I was, how hot she had made me barely touching me. "I really hope you are multi-orgasmic," and as soon as she said this, she pulled me hard onto her face and her tongue pushed into me. I cried out before I could stop myself. I knew I had to be quieter, so I pushed my forearm into my mouth, trying not to bite myself. She didn't "shhhh" me this time. Her full concentration was on making me scream. In and out, her tongue moved, the top of her face and her nose sliding against my clit in a perfect rhythm. I rubbed myself against her, totally out of control. She seemed to be alternating between fucking me with her tongue all bunched up and licking up and down my folds. It was so hard to tell what she was doing, I only know how it felt, and all I can say is that she won this competition. I was gonna cum first. With a muffled cry into my arm I was cumming and cumming hard. The muscles in my body were all contracting at once, while my legs collapsed under me. I could feel the muscles around my pussy squeezing again and again. It was like electricity was shooting from my clitoris throughout my body, rendering me helpless. But as my body lost control, I felt her trying to prop me up, get my knees under me again, pushing my body to a position she needed it in. "Hold on, M-Y, I'm not done yet." I wanted to cry. I didn't know if I could handle more of the best thing I had ever experienced. I felt her lips sucking one of my labia, pulling it into her mouth. I think that's what it was. I wish I could see her. And then it was the other lip. I took my arm from my mouth to see if I had teeth marks from trying to contain myself. I did, but I hadn't broken my skin. Suddenly, her mouth broke contact with me. I heard another "shhhh" from between my thighs. "People outside are close," she whispered up to me. I listened without moving and did hear a couple voices. Sounded like a couple. Were they walking past, as I hoped, or lingering? How close were they? It seemed they were talking about their flight over. Bumpy. But as I listened to them, Susana started again. Her tongue was licking up and down the length of my pussy, from my clit down to my ass and back, again and again. I was being eaten out while people discussed their in-flight movie near me. What had I gotten myself into? Susana's lips curled around my clit, sucking it, and I didn't care anymore. I immediately muffled myself in my arm again and did everything I could not to make a peep. Was I gonna cum again while some woman I had never seen complained about the layover at LAX? Would she hear the floorboards squeaking as Susana worked under me? Would this woman hear the laps of Susana's tongue on my soaking pussy? The sloppy, slushing sounds of our sex? Susana didn't seem to care. I cared, but I couldn't stop. I didn't want this to ever stop. I was close, and just in time the voices started fading, passing away from our stand. Susana was sucking my clit now. Constant, repeated, gentle pleasures that mounted on one another inside me. The woman knew what she was up to. Again. Again. More and more. Her long arms were wrapped around my ass, holding me down. Her warm mouth between my legs. Her soft lips on my little nub. She was so beautiful. So beautiful. Oh god. Oh god. I didn't deserve. Fuck. Fuck. Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. More. More. Let me speak, I wanted to cry out. I wanted. I wanted. Fuckkkk!! My body flew over the edge twice as hard as before. My pussy walls were clenching; my thighs quivered. I fell hard into the floor, losing control of my body, collapsing on my angel. I heard an almost animal groan coming from my mouth into my arm as I came and came. My mound was soaking wet. Oh wow.... I rolled over on to the floor, my eyes closed, my mouth still biting on to my forearm. Aftershocks kept hitting me and my hips would pulse upwards. I felt her hand tracing my stomach and without looking or opening my eyes, I shook my head, taking my arm from my mouth. "Please––" I struggled to breathe. "Let me––" Breath. "Come back to earth." Ohhhhhh. What had she done to me? Eventually, my heart slowed. I hadn't opened my eyes, but I could feel her lying next to me, not touching me as I had asked. "Thank you," I said still out of breath. She didn't say anything for a second. Then she quietly whispered, "You're welcome." I smiled. What else do you say? Did she think I was a freak, coming like that? I slowly opened my eyes and saw something I will never forget. Her head was next to mine raised up by her elbow on the ground. She was looking at me with an emotion in her eyes I had never seen in another, but I had felt it before. It's how I used to look at my old partner before she left, when I thought the world had stopped for me. There was a tear rolling down her cheek, rolling through all the wetness on her face that I knew came from inside my body. I looked at her. Could I honor this emotion? Was I strong enough? Had Susana's heart chosen wisely? Where was she coming from that she could feel like this so quickly? About me? "I lied to you," I said. Her breath seemed to catch. Her cheeks turned crimson. I wondered what she thought I was going to say. Had her eyes gone to my hand looking for a ring? "I told you 10 minutes." "10 minutes?" she asked. "I said in 10 minutes I'd show you spots you never knew you had." "I remember." I kissed her forehead, looked at her, and then kissed her cheek, a cheek covered in sweat and tears and the moisture that came from inside me. "It's gonna take a lot more time."
Hotel Pictures Ch. 02	66,951	4.58	174,878	[ "sex molly", "box note", "cab turned", "looked giggled", "finally man", "room dress", "cell number", "room picked", "molly pulled", "join dinner" ]	In the first story (Hotel Pictures Ch. 01) we told you the story about our first night in NYC, where we took in a Broadway play and then returned to the hotel for some heavy sex and picture play. Our pictures recorded our exhibitionism. Our exhibitionism took us into the hotel hallway, and finally into another man's room, where Molly received some great sex from two men. We slept the night as a three. In the morning the man was gone. In his place we found a box and a note. \* \* \* \* \* \* The sun streaming in the open window woke Molly and me up the next morning. I found her naked in my arms. We had slept the night in his room. I looked for a clock and found the time to be late morning. Molly stirred, we both sat up. On the bed lay a large white box and a note. I opened the note, read, it and gave it to Molly. She read the note, smiled. She looked at me, and said, "Do you want to?" I smiled back, "Why not." The note read: "I enjoyed our evening last night and was hoping that you two might join me for dinner tonight. In the box is a gift, for which if you accept, I would like Molly to wear. Call me at my cell number around 8 p.m. and I will give you directions to the restaurant". His cell number was attached to the note. Molly got up from the bed. Moved over to the box and opened it. She pushed the white tissue paper aside and pulled out a small, beautiful black dress that twinkled in the sunlight. She held it up against her naked body. There was not much material from what I could see. She looked back down at the box, reached down, and pulled out a very small, sheer, black matching g-string. She looked up at me and giggled. Threw her hair back and proceeded to put the items on. First she put the g-string on and modeled it for me. It barely covered her bush. There was only a thin string that wrapped round her waist and ran down between her legs. The black triangle that covered her pussy was long and not very wide. It looked very sexy on her. She placed the dress up, over her head, and let it slide down over her naked body. The spaghetti straps dropped onto her shoulders, stopping the downward movement of the dress. The dress just barely covered her. It dipped very low in the back. It was clearly designed not to be worn with a bra. The front draped over her breasts like fine curtains, such that you could see the movement of her breasts as she walked. The dress was very short, just barely covering her ass. It was very revealing. Molly walked around the room, found a mirror and started to admire herself in the dress. She turned to me, smiled, and said: "I love it, don't you?" I said, "It certainly compliments your figure leaving very little to the imagination." She smiled, "Yes, I see it does not cover much, but I do love it. Let's go to dinner with him. What do we have to loose after what we did last night." "I agree." "Okay, let's go back to our room and freshen up. We didn't get much sleep last night, so maybe we should rest up for our dinner?" she said. With that I said, "Yes, now take the dress off and put it back into the box." She smiled at me and then said, "Okay, you want me to walk back to our room naked!" I had forgotten that the robe was not with us. I smiled and said, "No, keep the dress on and let's go." She put her heels back on, grabbed the note and the box. I opened the door and out we went. There were two men in the hallway talking outside their room. We were not going to get back to our room without being seen. We made our way down the hallway. I looked for the robe but it was no where to be found. The men certainly noticed my wife in her short black dress. They stopped talking and just stared as we walked by. We quickly made our way down to the room. Unlocked the door and disappeared inside. Molly turned to me. Threw her arms around my neck. Placed a kiss on my lips and said, "Did you see how those men looked at me in this dress!" "Yes," I answered, "They saw what I am seeing now, a very sexy lady with gorgeous legs." She giggled and walked to the middle of the room. She took off the dress, g-string, heels, and stockings and then dashed into the bathroom. I heard the water running, so I knew she was taking a shower. She came out 20 minutes later, naked with a towel wrapped around her head. Naked. She removed the towel, took the dryer and started to dry her hair to brush out the wetness. As she dried her hair, I moved over to her and grabbed her breasts from behind. She leaned back into my arms. She turned to give me a kiss. We moved over and fell into the bed. We kissed, but it was clear we were tired. It was not long before the kissing stopped and we fell asleep. \* \* \* \* \* \* The next I knew, it was 7 p.m. We had slept through the afternoon and it was now evening. It was time to get up. I gently rocked Molly and her eyes opened. "Do you still want to go to dinner with him?" I asked. "Yes, I want to wear that dress for both of you." "We only have an hour, Molly, so we need to rush." We rolled out of the bed and Molly went to work getting ready, while I took a shower. When I came out of the bathroom I found Molly brushing her air by the open window with only stockings and heels on. She was giving NYC another show. She turned to me and said, "You missed the show I was giving. There were two men at the corner watching me as I brushed my hair. The traffic light turned a few times. They could have crossed. They did not move their heads from me. I watched them as they watched me." I walked up to Molly. Looked out the window and saw nothing. I then turned to her, placed my hand between her legs and felt her wetness. From her wetness, I knew she was telling me the truth. She moved away from the window and into the room. She picked up the g-string and stepped into it. She modeled it for me, strutting around the room, and then picked up the little black dress. Placing it over her head, she let it and slide down over her body until it fell into place again. She looked great earlier in the dress, but now her mane of hair was brushed out which made her look even sexier. I almost didn't want to go to the restaurant. Molly said, "Did you call?" "No," I answered, "I was just about to do that." I found his cell number and called. On the fourth ring a male's voice answered. "Hi," I said, "this is Molly's husband. Do you still want us to join you for dinner?" "Oh, yes," he answered, "I was hoping you would call. I am sitting in the restaurant bar right now having a drink. I have reservations for three at 8:30. Are you ready to jump into a cab now, or do I need to change the reservation?" "No, we are ready." He gave me the name of the restaurant and its location, and then hung up. Molly and I made our way down to the lobby and out the door. The eyes of many men followed her as she moved through the hotel. The doorman called us a cab and appeared more interested in helping Molly into the cab, which was no surprise. Why I tipped him I do not know, since Molly provided her own tip, showing those long, tan legs of hers in that short black dress. He smiled, told us to have a good evening, and closed the door. I gave the cabbie the address and off we went. We arrived at the restaurant within 15 minutes. I paid the cab. I got out of the cab, turned and gave Molly my hand as she slid out of the cab. She was having trouble keeping her dress down as she got out. She showed a lot of leg and ass before stepping out into the street. The restaurant's doorman gave Molly the biggest of smiles as he held the door open for us. We entered the restaurant. I approached the maitre d' and gave him our party reservation name. He smiled at Molly, told us to follow him and in we went. He took us to a booth in the back of the restaurant where the lights were dimmer. As we come around the side of the booth we found our stranger. He smiled. Got out of the booth, shook my hand, turned to Molly, pulled her into his arms and gave her a big kiss. "I am so glad you came to join me for dinner. This is one of my favorite restaurants. I hope you enjoy the food as much as I have," said the man. He helped Molly into the booth, directing me to the other side. We slid into the booth, with Molly between us. "I am so glad you came and I am so thrilled that you are wearing the gift I gave you. You look great in it!" Molly smiled and said, "I would have had a problem getting back to our room if I didn't have this dress. It is beautiful and I do love it." "I am very pleased," he said. Suddenly the waiter was at the table. He asked us and asked if we like something to drink before the meal. All three of us nodded in agreement. We ordered a bottle of red wine. The waiter returned shortly with the wine and poured us each a drink. The man raised his glass, "To Molly, you were exquisite last night. I loved looking at you last night and I love looking at you now." We talked, drank, laughed and told stories. I had not noticed the time go by, but I did notice when there were two empty wine bottles and a third almost empty. The conversation started to turn towards sex. Molly was having trouble with the dress. The spaghetti straps kept falling off her shoulders. Every now and then a breast came into view. That probably explained why the waiter was so attentive. Finally the man stopped talking. Looked into Molly's eyes and said, "Molly, I would like one item back. Can I have the g-string that I gave you?" Molly, squirmed, looked back and said, "What do you mean? Do you want the panties I have on right now?" "Yes," he answered. Molly looked at me. I smiled back. She then looked back at the man and said, "Okay, let me go to the ladies room and I will take them off." "No, I want you to take them off here," he said. "I would be too embarrassed to do that here," she said. "What if someone would see me?" "No one will see you sitting back her between your husband and me. And we can help you." Molly smiled looked around the restaurant and then said, "Okay." With that she pulled the dress up to her waist, moved the strings down her thighs, raised her ass off the seat and moved the g-string down to her knees. "Let me do the rest," he said. He moved his hand onto her body, down along her waist, between her legs, over her thigh, down to her knees, and grabbed the g-string. She shuttered a little as his hand moved down her body. He reached down, moved the g-string to her ankles while she raised her legs. He pulled the item off her feet. He then brought the g-string to his face and breathed in her scent. "You smelled so good last night and now I have your body perfume to remember you by." Molly smiled a nervous smile. The wine continued to flow while we enjoyed our dinner. The waiter had just removed our plates when the man turned to Molly and said, "I want you to pull your dress up and spread your legs for us to see your sex, Molly." She had, had enough wine and compliments that she did not question the request but immediately did what he asked. As she spread her legs we both could see the hairs on her pussy. After spreading her legs, she looked first at him and then at me. As she put the wine glass to her lips, his hand moved to her leg. She jumped to his touch, but did not try to move away. She held the glass to her lips as his hand moved up her thigh finding his target, her pussy. He moved his hand between her legs and pushed his finger into her opening. She jumped again. He withdrew his hand, moving his hand along her thigh, and back to her ass. "Molly, raise your ass up from the seat." She complied with his request. He placed his hand on the seat under her ass. "Now sit on my hand, Molly." She squirmed as she lowered her ass to his hand. He looked at me at said, "play with her clit." I moved my hand moved down under the table, over her legs, between her legs and pushed down between her legs until I found the tip of her clit. I lightly moved my finger back and forth over her clit. She started to move her hips. She was getting excited and we both could see that. While she moved he placed his other hand onto one spaghetti strap and gave me a look to do the same. We both moved the straps down over her shoulders and let the light material drop down. Her breasts were in view over the table. We moved her dress down exposing both breasts, visible above the table. She did not mind. She was now concentrating on her growing orgasm. His hand moved under her ass and then she jumped. "Yes, yes," she said, "put your finger into my ass." She wiggled and moaned and I was certain my hand was on her clit while his finger was working her anus. She was clearly on her way to an orgasm. She was starting to move even more now. She grabbed both of us and started to rock in her seat. She was now on her way; she was not going to return until she was done. As her excitement grew the waiter returned. He stood over us, smiling, looking down. She closed her eyes, placed her hands down onto the seat, arched her back, pushed out her breasts, and continued to rock. She was naked except for a thin strip of black material that lay around her waist. She looked up. Saw the waiter. Stared at him and came. She shook, cried softly, and grabbed my hand while she continued to shake with an intense orgasm. She then closed her eyes, lowered her head and sat there not moving. It felt like forever before anyone spoke. The waiter finally said, "Will there be anything else?" The man looked up and said, "Yes, do you have any scissors?" "Yes, we do sir," answered the waiter. "I would like to borrow a pair of scissors. You can also bring the check." "Yes, sir", and with that he ran off, returning very shortly with both items. Molly was still sitting naked, enjoying her orgasm when he returned. The waiter handed the bill and the scissors to the man. The man took the scissors and said, "Molly, lay back in your husbands arms, I would like to take something of yours to remember you by." She did not answer, just turned facing the man, fully exposed, and lay back against me. "Molly, now spread your legs. Don't worry, I will not hurt you." She did as she was asked and spread her legs exposing her cunt to the man. He moved the scissors down towards her pussy. At first I thought he was going to cut the dress off of her body. Instead he pinched a clump of her public hairs between two fingers, pulled lightly and used the scissors to cut the pubic hair from her body. There was a clear patch of hair missing from her pussy now. She looked down at what he did and giggled. He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket. Placed the clump of pubic hair into the material, carefully folded the handkerchief around the hair, picked the bundle up and placed it into his suit jacket. He then said, "I need to leave now. Would you walk me out to the street?" Molly sat up, smiled, and pulled the dress back up over her breasts. We got out of the booth. Molly pulled her dress down over her ass as she stood up. All this time the waiter was quietly watching and smiling. He wished us well as we moved towards the front door. We stepped out into the chilly air. The man waved down a cab. He turned to me and shook my hand, saying, "Thank you for sharing your wife, she is one sexy lady." Then he turned to Molly, pulled her into his arms, planted a long, deep kiss on her mouth while his hands raised her skirt and played with her ass. She let him expose her ass to the people walking by on the street. He finished his kiss and thanked us again, jumped into the cab and took off. We never did get his name. Not that it mattered. I watched his cab drive off while my hand ran down, under Molly's skirt to find her pussy. I ran my finger between her legs and felt her wetness. "I think someone wants something as much as I do," I said. She answered, "I was hoping you would say that."
Don't Let Go	20,833	4.78	412,934	[ "erotic coupling", "sex in public", "engagement", "surprise", "suspicion" ]	Writers Note: This is the concluding chapter in the Jack and Abbey trilogy - that began with "Don't Think, Breath...", and continued into "Can You Hear Me?" It's highly recommended that you read the full trilogy in order. I want to thank all those who have followed along, and given me wonderful feedback on this odd little tale. I hope Jack and Abbey's fans enjoy the conclusion as much as they've enjoyed rest. \* The trees in the plaza were covered in bright strings of lights; the colors bold and magical, painting the area like a fairy kingdom. It didn't fully distract from the neon signs, advertising various beers served at the bars and night clubs surrounding the square. But it lent some charm to the area. Abbey was better able to appreciate the mystique, because Jack's mind was as quiet as he'd been, since they'd left the house. He led her through the people, who were milling around on the pleasant spring night, without a word. Abbey found it more than a little unnerving, even if she knew the reason behind it. It was hard for Abbey to believe it had been three months since they'd first met. But it was almost harder to believe it had lasted this long at all. Most of her relationships had been lucky to make it to the second date, much less any kind of anniversary. Though, even as she formed that thought, another slipped into her consciousness. Would this be their first and last anniversary celebration? She almost hated herself for thinking that. It wasn't fair to Jack. He deserved more trust than that. But after the last three weeks, Abbey had really begun to fear their relationship was coming to its close. It was barely noticeable at first; just random little moments, where he seemed to be deliberately blocking his mind away from her. It's hard to hide anything from a girlfriend who can hear and see what's in people's heads. Jack had learned fairly early on, how to do it, by sheer virtue of keeping his thoughts scattered or blocking one image with another. Sometimes he would sing songs, tell jokes, or (like their second date) he would read book passages, in his head. Usually when he did it, the reasoning became obvious pretty quickly. He'd be trying to make sure she couldn't hear him considering between sweeping her into his arms and carrying her into the bedroom, or slipping down in front of her, pushing her head back against the couch, and tasting every inch of her. She liked that he tried to find ways to still surprise her. But lately, the reasons behind the blocks hadn't been so obvious, and it had been making her nervous. And then there was the request. Since the first night he'd met her, and she'd unintentionally revealed her unusual talent, he'd only ever asked her to turn the ability off twice before. The first night, he'd requested it when one of his stray thoughts had hurt her feelings. But it would've required a moment to concentrate, which she hadn't had that night. By the time she'd been able to explain that to him, he'd basically forgotten about asking all together. The second time, she'd totally understood. He'd been out the night before, at a friend's bachelor party. He'd had just one flash in his mind, of a hot little blonde stripper, squirming on his lap. When the surprise caused Abbey to comically spit out the drink she'd been taking, he'd asked for a night with his mind to himself. Abbey had chuckled and agreed, though she assured him she was only surprised, and certainly not mad, at what she'd seen. He'd made a cute comment (which went well with his blush) about that being good information to have, and turned the entire evening into a flurry of hints and cajoling, that led Abbey to doing a little dancing herself. But this time, he'd asked for a whole week, and that made Abbey very nervous. She'd acted like it was fine. After all, he'd told her that he was trying to make plans for their anniversary. He was sure he'd let something slip, if she didn't pull the psychic curtain closed, and give him some privacy. It was a reasonable request, and it certainly made sense, but by then Abbey was already getting skittish. Two weeks of increasing blocks from him, of spending large chunks of time not having the first clue what was on his mind, had already put the wheels in her head spinning fast. She hated doubting him, especially when he'd never given her a moment that warranted it. But it was so hard not to wonder, not to worry. She'd had too many relationships destroyed by what she could hear in a man's thoughts. Suddenly, it was the quiet that was terrifying her. She didn't want this to end, ever - but she wasn't sure anymore, that Jack felt the same. With the exception of a few random events, Jack seemed to cherish Abbey's ability as a gift, not the curse she'd often considered it to be. He always said that he loved that he couldn't hide anything from her, that his mind and heart were laid bare for her. Even the night he'd first realized he was in love with her, and then immediately heard a crash as the glass she'd been bringing back from the kitchen fell to the floor, he hadn't been upset. He'd known instantly, as if he could read her mind, that she'd heard him. He walked into the kitchen, took one look at the tears welling in her eyes, and kissed her until she couldn't breathe. He'd helped her clean up the glass a few hours later, after he'd carried her into the bedroom, and made love to her. It had been slow, tender, excruciatingly gentle. He'd brought her to gasping climax so many times; she'd barely been able to stay upright when they went for rejuvenating snacks; her equilibrium all out of whack. As Abbey thought of that night now, with them quickly moving toward the empty bandstand at the end of the plaza, she quickly dashed a tear from her eye. She was glad he wasn't looking at her, but reasoned she could blame the tear on the brisk breeze if she had to. It had been such a wonderful night so far, and she cursed herself again for being so unsettled. He'd taken her to a lovely little bistro, where he'd ignored the sexy waitress and hostess, eyes only for her. They'd talked, and laughed, and she almost forgot her fears. But when he excused himself to the men's room, and she'd been alone with her thoughts again, she saw him smile at the waitress as he passed her. There was nothing untoward in that smile, no hint of mischief at all, but her mind had gone in its own direction anyway. And now, she found herself watching his eyes, wondering how much attention he was paying to some of the scantily clad club girls, who were out in packs tonight. She tried to stop herself, to tell herself she was being stupid. But between the mind block, and the fact that Jack had been particularly agitated all week too, she just couldn't shake this ominous feeling. It wasn't the first time this week that she'd considered peeking. It would only take a couple of minutes, when he was in one of his agitated states, to figure out what was going on. But she knew she couldn't do that. She was hard enough on herself, for the way she'd used her ability with men she'd dated before Jack. She always felt slightly guilty for listening to them; looking for anything in their minds that would make her wonder if they were trustworthy, both with her secret and her heart. Jack told her (repeatedly) she shouldn't feel bad - that a woman did have to be smart and safe, and use every advantage she had to protect herself from truly dangerous types. But she never felt completely right about it, and there was no way she was going to do that to Jack, when he'd specifically asked her not to look. Having her trust in him waver was one thing, betraying his trust was another. Abbey tried to put it all out of her mind, as Jack continued toward the bandstand. She wondered where he was going, since there were no clubs on that end of the plaza, just coffee shops that were closed this late at night. She also realized that there were less and less people around, until the crowds were all several feet away. She was just about to say something, when Jack's speed picked up. His arm around her waist forced her to escalate up with him, and their breaths were both a little rapid, as he continued up the stairs to the center of the bandstand. It had always been a favorite spot of hers. Metal pipes were erected around the stone stage, at different heights, and taut grey material woven around the poles, caused a look of castle towers around the top of the structure. It also was at just the right elevation to catch any stray breeze wafting through the square. She'd always wondered if that was a blessing to bands that played there some weekends, with all the hot lights they would surround the area with. Jack let go of Abbey's waist, and took a few steps away from her. He stared up, past the edge of the taut awning, at the night sky. Abbey's heart started racing, and her breathing got even faster. Whatever had been distracting him all week, it was going through his mind right now. She should just ask him, confront him with her feelings, and find out what was going on. Whatever it was, it couldn't be worse than this wondering and worrying, could it? Abbey shivered, though the air wasn't nearly chilly enough to warrant it, and wondered if it would be worse. She had just steeled herself, and opened her mouth to find out how bad it was, when he spun around suddenly. Abbey stared at him in shock. His face was lit up, his eyes excited and eager, and he looked at her which such joy that she was stunned. She remembered the look in his eyes, the first night they'd met. When he finally understood exactly what her mind could see, he'd looked a lot like this. He was excited at the possibilities, enchanted at her embarrassment, alive with the joy that she'd been so comfortable with him, she'd revealed herself. She surmised that was the moment she had first fallen in love with him, though she hadn't formed the thought fully in her mind, until a couple of days before he had. She'd been trying to figure out how to tell him that very night, when he'd shown his own heart. And when she'd told him that later, curled up against his side, nestled under the covers, his face had lit up like this too. She'd been as speechless then as she was now. He stared into her eyes for a moment, and then stepped back towards her. He held out his hand, she gave hers, and he pulled her close. She expected him to kiss her, when she was against his body, so she put her arms around his neck. But instead he just wrapped his arms around her waist, and stared into her eyes again. "Abbey, some of the most important things I've ever said to you, have never passed through my lips." She smiled and giggled lightly, and his eyes softened even more. "But there are some things I have to say out loud." Abbey tried to hide the flash of worry that passed through her, but she knew instantly, that she'd failed. He frowned at her, and kissed the tip of her nose. "Silly girl. I know this week, hell these last few weeks, have been hard on you." Her eyes widened in shock and guilt, "Jack, how..." He laughed loudly, and there was no mocking in it. It was laughter of joy, and it made Abbey's heart sing. "I may not be able to read your mind sweetheart, but I can read your face pretty well." She blushed, and he pulled her tighter. "I know how difficult it's been. You're so used to knowing almost every thought that passes through my mind, and I've been working double time to keep something from getting through. I'm sorry I had to be so secretive, but like I said, I needed to use my voice this time." Abbey closed her eyes, and a tear slipped down her cheek. Jack frowned at it, and pulled her into a tight hug. "I'm sorry I've been so worried. You've damn well earned my trust by now. I should never have doubted there was a good reason you were holding something back." "Baby, it's ok. The last few months, I've practically conditioned you to expect to know everything I'm thinking. Most of the time, I want to have that certainty. I love that you never doubt how much I love you, how much you mean to me, and especially how much I want you." He kissed the side of her neck, and molded their bodies even tighter. Abbey felt the tension begin to build between her thighs, and gasped at the feel of how Jack was beginning to harden between them. Jack chuckled, and pulled back a bit, to look down at her. "Not quite ready for that love; first things first." She blushed, and he gave her a quick but sensuous kiss, before staring into her eyes again. "Abbey, I love you so much. These months have been the best of my entire life. I have never been so sure of myself and where I want to be, than when I'm in your arms." Abbey's eyes began to water again, "I love you too." She leaned up and passed her lips briefly over his. He sighed. Then he took a step back. He held one of her hands in his, reached into his jacket pocket with the other, and got down on one knee. Abbey's eyes went impossibly wide, and she stopped breathing. When his hand came out of his jacket, Abbey expected a small black velvet covered box. But instead, his hand was just closed around something very small. He swiftly dropped her hand, put both of his behind his back, and after a second, put them both out in front of her. His fists were closed, with his palms facing the ground, "Pick one." Abbey started laughing so hard, she had to clutch her stomach for a moment. It took a moment to recover, but when she looked back at Jack's face, it was so alight with happiness; she stopped breathing again. "Sorry, thought we could use a quick tension breaker there." Abbey leaned down and kissed his cheek, then gently stroked the spot with her hand. When she straightened up, he opened his left hand, and took hers again. Then he turned his right hand over, and opened it. Nestled in his palm, was a simple white gold band, with a pale blue square stone set into it. Abbey gasped. Jacks smile brightened even more. "Abbey, will you marry me?" A single tear fell down her cheek. She was about to speak, when he shook his head a little. "Wait. Before you answer, there's one thing I want to say. I do not want to hear anything about how long we've known each other, or how long it takes to know you want to be with someone the rest of your life. I refuse to listen to any such silliness. I've know that I wanted you in my life, for the rest of my life, since practically the first night we met. I've thought about this, and I know exactly what I'm doing. I have never loved anyone the way I love you Abbey, and I don't care what anyone says about making rash decisions. Nothing has ever made more sense to me, than wanting to be with you forever." Tears were flowing down Abbey's cheeks now, and she was having a hard time breathing. He stood up, and pulled her close. "Marry me. I promise I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me. And I promise you'll never have to hear silence in my mind again, without knowing that something as wonderfully important as this is the reason." Abbey smiled up at him mischievously, "Or that you've recently had a lap dance." Jack laughed loudly, throwing his head back. He struggled to speak, "Jeez Abbey. I ask you to be my wife, and that's the first thing that comes out of your mouth?" She was laughing with him, and none of them noticed the people at the fringe of the crowd, staring at them in curiosity. Jack kissed her now, hard and urgent, begging her to acquiesce. His voice was strained with tension, when he leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes closed. "Will you?" Abbey nudged his forehead up, so he was looking in her eyes, "Are you really sure you want to spend the rest of your life with a woman who knows your every thought? That you want to live your life without a single secret? It's a lot more than it sounds like, to most people." Jack's eyes clouded a little; worry and doubt slipping into them for the first time. His voice was a little panicked when he answered her, "Abbey I love everything that you are, including what amazing things your mind is capable of. Don't you know that by now?" Her eyes softened, and she smiled up at him brightly. She spoke softly, "Yes." "And you know that you can trust me, to never keep anything from you anyway, whether you are listening to my thoughts or not; don't you?" "Yes." "Then nothing else matters. This is just a minor complication in our situation, what makes our relationship a little different from some others, it doesn't mean... " She laughed lightly and put her fingers over his lips. He tilted his head, his eyes looking into hers for understanding. She leaned up, kissed him softly, and pulled back. "Yes." Understanding flooded his gaze, and he stared at her in amazement, begging for confirmation. Another tear escaped the corner of her eye, as she nodded, her voice catching; "Yes." He pulled her body hard against his, crushing her in a powerful embrace. He held her tightly by the waist, lifting her a few inches off the ground, and spun around as he made a loud sound of satisfaction and relief. Laughter trickled from her, as he continued to spin a few more times. Finally he let her down. He pulled back enough, to slip the band onto her left ring finger, and gave her a soft and gentle kiss. "I love you so much." He pulled her tight to him again, and held her tightly. "I love you too." She sobbed a little, burying her head against his shoulder. They held each other for several moments, just enjoying the knowledge of how their life had just changed. After their breathing had started to settle again, Jack kissed his way up her neck, and whispered in her ear, "Turn it back on sweetheart. I miss having you in my mind." She giggled slightly, pulling back to look in his eyes, "Ditto." He chuckled, and she closed her eyes, concentrating for just a second. Jack frowned when Abbey's body suddenly tensed, and then her eyes flew open in shock, and his look become more seductive. He could see it written all over her face. The sensation of reconnecting with Jack's mind was enough to send hers reeling a little, it had been so long since she'd felt that familiar flow of his thoughts. But the intensity pouring into her brain was so much more than that. She could feel all the tension he'd been building up inside of him, the joy, the fear, and the elation. She could feel how happy and relieved he truly was, to know that she had agreed to share her life with him. And there was something else. She could feel just how badly he wanted her... right... now. When Jack was desperate to touch her, it always sent ripples through her body, but having not experienced that for a while, it hit Abbey's mind and body like a thunder bolt. Her knees weakened a little, and she sagged against him. He held her tight, and crushed his lips against her, willing even more of his desire into her. She gasped against his mouth, and was lost in a torrent of passion. They both completely forgot that there was a crowd of people, not far from where they were. Their bodies grasped to get even closer, and their hands roamed over each other's bodies with abandon, as the kiss scorched them both. Everything passing from Jack's mind to Abbey's was raw need, and she was overwhelmed by it. So much so, that she almost missed an errant reminder that slipped through, a little thought he'd tucked away for later, when he was planning this night. She pulled back quickly, staring at him incredulously. His eyes questioned why she had stopped, as he'd apparently been unaware of the fleeting thought. She turned her eyes to the edge of the bandstand, where a piece of the awning was wound down around a pole, creating a small area where no one coming from the direction of the bars and clubs would be able to see them. The shadows were deep, and there was even a little cross outcropping of stone, about the same height as her kitchen counters. Her eyes swung back to Jack, as she felt him read where his own thoughts had led her. He was grinning at her when she asked shyly, "Seriously?" He didn't say a word, just raised an eyebrow, and kissed her again. She barely noticed as he pushed her body gently towards the little hiding spot he'd picked out. He continued distracting her with his lips, as he removed his jacket, set it on the little rock ledge, and hopped her up onto it. He wondered, for a moment, if she would stop him from finishing the evening as he'd planned it. She giggled against his lips, and he stopped wondering. He immediately started working the bottom of her little black dress up, and she lifted herself a little, to help him untuck it from beneath her. His hands slid underneath of it, and cupped her ass tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh, as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and pull him tighter between her thighs, working herself forward a little on the ledge. He slid his hands into the waist band of her panties, and started working them down. She once again lifted herself to assist him, and he rapidly slipped the panties down and off her legs, smiling as he tucked them into his back pocket. He was instantly pressed against her again, their lips running rampant over each others, aching need pulsing between them. He slipped a hand between their bodies, down between her thighs, and teased her outer lips with his two fingers. Abbey gasped into his mouth, a small moan escaping her lips. She had only a second to be grateful, that the music coming from the clubs and bars down the way, would make it impossible for the crowd in the plaza to hear anything going on in their little spot, unless they got very loud. When Jack's fingers slipped between her outer lips, and began softly caressing the edges of her pussy, her mind lost all focus. She groaned, instinctively pressing her hips forward, begging him to invade her body further. Jack chuckled in the way Abbey had done the first night they'd met, when he'd been unaware of what she could do, and it became an inside joke that she knew exactly what naughty little thoughts were running through his mind. She pulled back a little, narrowing her eyes at him, as she deftly swatted his ass. He grinned down at her, and then leaned back in, to take her lips again. This kiss wasn't tender, but it was slower. He just ran his lips against hers for a moment, before he gently coaxed her lips apart. As his tongue slipped between her lips, his two fingers slid into her pussy. She gasped into his mouth again, and a predatory growl passed from her mouth to his. He pulled his fingers back a bit, reveling that she was already wet and pulsing around them, before pushing them more firmly inside of her. She made a small mewling sound, and he growled again. She probably would've wondered at the control he had over his thoughts at the moment, if she'd had any control over hers. He forced every sensation he had; the joy at the way her body responded to him, the wonderful warm and wet feeling of slipping his fingers in and out of her, the silk of her hair over his fingers at the back of her neck, the bliss that he would be able to love her like this for the rest of their lives, the feral need burning through him; into her mind. Even in the shadows, he saw her eyes fly open and darken impossibly. He continued to press the thoughts into her mind, as he pressed his fingers even farther into her body. He waited until he heard her gasp again, to move his thumb to graze over her clit. She moaned, wriggling her hips forward, begging him for more. He obliged her, with a look of victory on his face, and began pumping his fingers in a steady rhythm, in and out of her, each thrust renewing the contact on her clit. Her breathing was shallow and weak, as he used his thighs to spread her legs even farther, allowing his fingers to penetrate her more deeply. When her head fell back, and she groaned loudly, he pounced. His lips fasted on a spot near the front of her throat, and he began licking and gently biting at her flesh, as he quickly increased the speed and thrust of his fingers. She made more incoherent sounds of need, as he slammed his fingers into her, her back arching and her pussy moving involuntarily against him. Suddenly her head came up, almost dislodging him, as she stared into his eyes intensely, begging him to hear her thoughts now. In his own way, he did. Her hands flew to his belt buckle, and she began to undo it. He didn't stop fingering her pussy deeply, but he slowed down just a little, so she could concentrate on her task. He hadn't intended to move to that step yet, but he knew that look. She needed him, needed to feel him press into her, to join his body to hers. He felt her desire, and he had no choice. He had to give her what she asked for. Inside his mind, he cheered and screamed in joy, always amazed at her depth of need. She craved him, hungry for that feeling of his cock slipping inside of her, where it felt like it belonged. Their bodies fit so well together, like two pieces of a puzzle. She smiled at his thoughts, as she finished unbuttoning the fly of his slacks. She pushed them quickly down over his ass and the top of his thighs, dragging his boxer briefs with them. His cock sprang out, hard and solid, and Abbey gave him an impish look. She took him in her hand, and he groaned loudly. His head fell back, as she lightly ran a fingernail along the shaft and over the tip. He looked up, as she pulled his fingers from inside of her, and replace them with her own. He stared at her, watching her stroke herself a few times, then bring her wet fingers up to grasp his cock. She used her own juices to allow her to smoothly stroke his cock with her hand, pumping it slowly. He whimpered, and she grinned wider, picking up the pace. After a few minutes of slowly stroking the length of his warm marble cock, she felt something snap in him. She barely registered it, when he quickly removed her hand, pulled her mouth forward for another fiery kiss, pulled her hips further up on the ledge, and plunged into her in one solid stroked. She nearly screamed against his mouth, and he moaned loudly against her. He stayed there a moment, just relishing the feeling of being inside of her, and once again knowing she could sense how it felt for him. He missed that, knowing he could make her feel her own passion and sensations, along with his. He loved overloading her mind with the feelings. He loved how all that desire, churning inside of her, took away all cognitive function. She was no longer thinking, she was only feeling and experiencing. He held her lips tightly to his, pulled back until just the tip of his cock was inside of her, and then forced as much more sensation as he could, into her mind, while he plunged his cock back into her body. If either of them had had a thought, it should've been that they were in danger of being discovered by just the animal sounds coming from both of them. But no thoughts could intrude on the heat pouring over them. Jack moved his hand down over Abbey's hips, under her skirt, and held her ass tightly. He began to take long slow strokes, in and out of her. Each time he would be almost inside of her, he would increase his thrust at the last moment, ripping another gasp from Abbey's lips. He leaned in to kiss her, but even that required too much coherent thought, and finally he just buried his head against her neck, pulling her shoulders in towards him. She wrapped her arms around him, and tightened her legs around his waist, telling him with her body, that she needed more. Once again, he was powerless to deny her need. He pushed her backwards a little, tilting her body so her hips were just on the edge of the stone, and grasped them tightly. At first he just gradually increased the speed and thrust of his hips, but soon he was out of control. He began to slam into her, forcing as much of his cock into her as he possibly could. He heard her whimper, and worried for a moment that he was hurting her. She growled, pulled his lips to hers, and arched her back farther. She shoved her tongue into his mouth, and lifted her hips a little to meet his thrusts. He grinned against her mouth and speed up even more, ramming into her over and over, causing her to scream into his mouth with each thrust. He pulled back, forced her to look into his eyes, and pushed his thoughts into her mind like a precisely shot arrow. Abbey, you are my life. Everything that I want in this world is wrapped up in you. For the rest of my life, I will never stop wanting you like this, needing you like this. My body is yours, and yours is mine. Now... Jack narrowed his eyes, and made sure she was locked into them. Come for me. Abbey cried out, threw her face against his chest, muffling her screams against him. Jack felt Abbey's pussy clamp down on his cock, almost painfully, in unending spasms. He pressed his own mouth to her neck, to prevent primal sounds from escaping into the night air. Abbey leaned up to his ear, trying to speak through her gasps of pleasure, "Come inside of me Jack. I want to feel you explode." He growled and held her tighter still, as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her body. Within seconds he was coming, the pulsing in their bodies mixing in an ancient rhythm, and his seed spilling into her. For several minutes the waves just kept coming, again and again, forcing them to hold onto each other to ride it out. They both gasped with his new crash, nearly sobbing when they finally began to ebb and soften. For several more minutes they stayed that way, their bodies locked together, feeling the soft pulsing of aftershocks to the earthquake they'd just experienced, folding out from the epicenter of their pleasure. When Jack heard a sob from Abbey, he pulled her head back to look at him, worried that she was in some kind of pain from the rough and powerful ending to their love making. She was crying, tears pouring down her face. Sweetheart? She smiled up at him, so beauteously, that his breath caught in his throat. He leaned down, and kissed her tenderly. I love you too.
Bee Girl and Knicker Boy Ch. 04	33,154	4.52	379,144	[ "voyeur", "sex sounds", "masturbation", "moaning", "groaning", "threesome", "cunnilingus", "big tits" ]	Bee returned from her lunch time lecture to find me on her bed, see-through lemon panties pulled down so that my cock was free and the waistband was hooked under my balls, putting pressure on them as they tightened. My hand was slowly moving up and down my cock, the landscape of it changing as it became ever harder. She began to say something but I lifted my finger to my lips and she stopped and listened and a sexy little smile formed on her lips. She walked quietly over to the bed and joined me, landing a kiss on my cheek and whispering in my ear, "pervert." "They're at it again. About ten minutes so far. I think he's eating her out," I told her and then we just lay there for a minute listening to the gasping noises coming through the thin walls of Bee's room. She brought her hand to my cock and began to lightly stroke it. "It got you this hard did it? Listening to Douglas next door?" she raised her eyebrows and I tried to reply in indignation but she chose that moment to give my dick a gorgeous squeeze and it turned into an, "mmm." There was the sound of creaking springs next door and the next thing we heard was a pair of lips loudly slurping on a cock and a deep male moan. "Or is it listening to Alice that makes you this hard?" Bee teased my cock now, moving her hand up and down at an infuriatingly irregular pace. I would not have admitted it to Bee but the image of Doug's new girlfriend with her dirty blonde hair, wide hips and E cup boobs probably had played a large part in getting me to this level of arousal. "It's just the sound of people having hot, noisy sex," I told her, and this was also true. "It turns you on too." "Maybe," she smiled coyly. On the other side of the wall Douglas' moans were getting louder and from the muffled throaty moans I could tell that Alice was sucking on him more and more vigorously. "Listen to that," said Bee, as if I wasn't already. "It makes me want to do the same to you. Such a shame I have another lecture to go to. Maybe I'll have to leave it to you to get yourself off," she said and dropped my cock. "Don't go," I begged. "Please don't stop that." "This?" she asked, taking my dick and beginning to wank me off harder and harder. Her little hand was flying up and down my shaft faster and faster until she suddenly stopped. I began to protest but she lifted her finger to her lips for silence. Next door there were muffled voices and more creaking and soon there were tender moans and the creaking of the bed had become rhythmic and regular. "Mmm... she's riding his cock," Bee breathed in my ear and began to stroke me again. "Those big boobs of hers are probably bouncing up and down as she slides her wet pussy down on his cock. He's probably grabbing her hips and trying to drive himself in further." My brain was filled with the image that Bee was creating with her words, supplemented by the sounds coming through the walls. Alice's huge tits bouncing perfectly in time to her movement, her juicy cunt sinking down on his rock hard dick whilst her hair flew all around her and she moaned in ecstasy. I pushed that image to one side and concentrated on the sight of Bee's soft hand tightly gripping my shaft and jacking it in time with their fucking. She licked her lips and ordered, "come for me." I obeyed. My spunk began to spurt out, coating Bee's hand and running back down over my cock, drenching my knickers. As my cock twitched and the last of my cream spilled out I identified the long moan interspersed with yelps that I could hear as Alice climaxing and the deeper moan that followed as Douglas following. Bee kneeled up and looked down at me, messy and naked on her bed. "Better go to my lecture then. Get yourself cleaned up, eh?" \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* I spent the rest of the afternoon working on an essay and trying not to be distracted by the memory of what I had heard earlier. That evening Bee and I, along with Doug and the rest of our flatmates, made our way down to the student union for a few drinks and a game of pool. I had just inadvertently potted the black, handing Doug the game when Alice arrived. It had been strange seeing Doug after overhearing their sex session but seeing Alice was even more so, probably because I had been visualising her more. I made a strong mental effort not to look at her chest but she was wearing a tight black top which did not show any cleavage but did stretch across her tits, leaving no doubt about their size and shape as they jutted out over her stomach, huge and round like hidden fruit. Doug hurried off to get her a drink whilst she chatted to the group and when he returned we started up our second game. As we played I noticed that Bee and Alice had broken off from the rest and were sat down, deep in conversation. I won the second game but before we could complete the best-of-three Alice appeared, draping herself over Doug's arm and whispering something in his ear. "Um... I think we're going to make a move now," he explained, a little sheepishly, "finish this later?" "I suppose," I conceded, a little annoyed. Doug and Alice left and our flatmate Ann became the next challenger. She turned out to be a secret whizz and cleaned up in five minutes. I was not looking forward to being on the end of a second thrashing when Bee grabbed hold of me. "I don't feel too well, will you come back with me?" she asked. She seemed fine but I was happy to scarper from more humiliation and so handed my cue to Mark and we left the bar. "What's wrong?" I asked Bee as we walked back to the flat. "Nothing." "So... what?" I asked her confused. She didn't reply and instead pushed me against a wall and shoved her tongue down my throat. I was taken by surprise but pleased and responded to her kiss with my mouth and with my wandering hands, with which cupped her butt cheeks and pulled her close to me. She broke the kiss and told me, "I want you now." I took in her fuck-me eyes and her naughty smile. "Lets go then," I grabbed her hand and began running, giving her no choice but to join me. We flew down the path, giggling away to ourselves. We reached the door to Bee's room out of breath and desperate and stumbled inside, clutching at one another. We shared another passionate kiss as I became aware of the reason Bee had wanted to do it so urgently - from next door we could hear loud cries that made it clear that Doug and Alice's session was already well under way. We broke the kiss and both hurriedly undressed, pulling items of clothes off in a frenzy. I struggled to pull my knickers over my erection but when that was done I grabbed Bee and threw her on the bed, noticing that she had not yet managed to remove her bra and that the black push-up that she was wearing gave her fantastic cleavage. Once she was on her back I dived between her legs, desperate to taste her but with an ulterior motive too. I wanted to make Bee scream louder than Alice. Judging by the rhythmic creaks coming from next door they were already fucking and an image played in my head of Alice on all fours, offering up her pink, wet pussy to Doug. She was groaning away as Doug rammed her over and over but as I brought my mouth down on Bee's cunt I was confident that I could elicit louder noises from her. I pressed my face into her already soaked pussy and began to lick just below her clit, lashing my tongue back and forth faster and faster and pressing my face closer until the smell of her filled me. Bee was indeed moaning and thrashing around on the bed, making no attempt to stifle her cries. I added to the cacophony with appreciative "mmming" as I continued, which seemed to please Bee. From through the wall came shouts of, "fuck me harder," and the sound of Doug redoubling his efforts as the bed creaked louder and then screams of, "oh yes," as Alice got what she wanted. The sound of Doug and Alice was clearly turning on Bee as her pussy was now drenched with her juices. I pressed a finger to the opening of her hole and it slid past the tight opening easily. I began to slowly finger her as I ate her out, fucking her and feeling my cock grow harder every second. "Fuck me. I want you to fuck me!" Bee ordered as Alice continued to groan with pleasure at her pounding. I ignored her pleas and kept on working her cunt with my tongue and lips and finger. I was sure that her loud begging must have made its way through the wall. "Fuck me now! Please!" I would have liked to leave her begging for longer but my cock was so desperately hard that I couldn't. I pulled myself up her body so that my cock was at the entrance to her hole and she grabbed me and pulled me closer, forcing the plump, red head of my cock into her well-lubricated hole. "Oh yes," she cried and I joined in with an, "ohhhh," of relief as I finally felt the walls of her cunt tighten around my throbbing cock. We stopped for a moment and listened as it all went quiet for a moment until we heard Alice say, "fuck my tits bad boy." That set me off and I began thrusting hard into Bee, enjoying the feel of her pussy squeezing my shaft even tighter as she wrapped her legs around me. I kissed all down her neck as I rammed into her hole but encountered her bra when I made to nibble her nipple. "Hang on a sec." Bee pushed me back and I got the hint, pulling my cock from her pussy. "I want to ride you." I lay down and soon she was straddling me, unhooking her bra and peeling it off to reveal her pert, pale breasts complete with rock hard pink nipples. She slid her juicy cunt back down onto my cock and I felt myself filling her up once more. She began to rock back and forth on my cock and I brought my hands up to her chest and squeezed her breasts, causing her to gasp as I pinched her nipples a little bit too hard. From next door we heard - "That's right. Come all over my tits," and then one long sigh of pleasure. Bee brought her hands up to her chest and moaned gently to herself as she massaged them and I could tell that she was imagining her breasts being soaked with spunk. I couldn't help thinking about Alice's chest splattered in come either. But with my cock up to the hilt in Bee and her muscles squeezing around it there was no time to hang around and I grabbed her hips and began thrusting up into her, causing her to fall forwards so that her breasts were right in front of my face and perfect for kissing. There was a knock on the door. We paused, my cock halfway inside her. And then to my amazement Bee got up and went to answer it. I struggled to cover my cock with my hands as she opened the door and said, "hello," in her most kittenish voice. I had both hands wrapped around my hard, pussy juice slicked cock and was wondering how else I could hide as she welcomed the visitor in and I saw who it was - Alice. She was naked too, and a complete mess. Her hair was dark with sweat and her boobs, as full, round and spectacular as I had imagined were coated in spunk. Even though I was gawping at her, watching come slowly ooze down her breasts, I remained somewhat uncomfortable with the situation. "Doug's spent and I need to get off. Can I watch you two, it sounded like you were having a good time." I was gob smacked. I did not know how I felt about performing for other people but I felt sure I was about to find out and knew that if I had any reservations about this then it was probably best to push them to the back of my mind. "Unless you'd rather I left you alone?" Alice added, my silence causing her to check. Bee, quiet until now, took control. "No way. You get on the bed and start getting yourself off," she told Alice. "You," she turned to me, "stop covering up that delicious cock." I did as I was told as both girls made their way to the bed. I shifted to one side to make room for Alice who slumped on her back and began idly fingering her clit. My hand had involuntarily begun to slide up and down the shaft of my cock as I stared at her chest, the majority of Doug's ejaculate now running down into the deep valley. "Mmm... you like looking at these, huh?" she asked and I nodded, then felt Bee climbing back on top of me and turned my attention back to her. She had a mischievous look on her face and I wondered if the two had discussed this earlier. Once more the head of my cock, swollen to bursting by now, slipped back into Bee's fuckhole and she began to ride me, seemingly turned on by the presence of Alice and determined to put on a good show. "Yeah, that's right. Ride his big fat cock," encouraged Alice and we both turned to see her furiously fucking herself, fingering her clit and her hole, her breasts shaking as she did so. I grabbed Bee's hips and began jack hammering into her as she moaned in pleasure, hoping that I too could contribute to Alice's orgasm, not to mention get myself and Bee off. All the noise was on this bed now, Bee moaning on top of me and grinding her body down on my cock, causing me to groan too, and Alice to the side, gasping as she stimulated herself, her eyes fixed on us. "I want," she panted, "to see you fuck her from behind." Bee slid herself off me and got onto all fours, obeying our guest. I knelt behind her and brought my stiff cock to her pussy lips, pink and gorgeously ready. "Fuck that little asshole," Alice said and I realised that she spoke like a porn star. "No," squealed Bee. "Do not put it in my asshole." Her fingers were already working on her clit and as I eased my cock back into her cunt, tighter than ever, I noticed that Alice had manoeuvred so that she could get to Bee's boobs and she was now sucking, licking and biting her nipples. I began to fuck her hard, using the full length of my cock to supply long, firm strokes all the way into her. As I felt her muscles contract around me I lost control and resorted to hard, short thrusts which soon had the effect of causing Bee to cry out as she shook and tensed and spiralled into an operatic orgasm. Alice had been watching this and working her pussy to a similar point but before she could come there was another knock at the door and we all stopped. The two girls looked at me expectantly and I pulled my erect dick from Bee's sopping pussy and went to the door. I opened it a crack and peeked into the corridor. Doug was stood outside the door, his giant hard-on the focal point of his naked body. "Hello." "Hi." "Can I come in?" I apologised and let him in and then we just stood there uncomfortably. Thankfully Alice broke the silence. "Over here boys. You both look like you're ready to blow." She had positioned herself on all fours on the end of the bed and was beckoning us across. Bee had collapsed on the bed, panting by her side. "Douglas you got hard quick, why don't you come here and fuck my mouth," Alice made her order sound more like a suggestion. Doug was not going to turn down an offer like that and he slid his erection between her lips, grabbed the back of her head and began fucking her mouth whilst she dribbled and made appreciative noises from the back of her throat. I just stood there and slid my hand back and forth along the length of my cock, masturbating slowly but steadily to the sight of Doug's cock entering Alice's mouth, to Alice's messy boobs and to the memory of Bee's pussy. I was soon ready to explode. Doug was soon ready too and Alice pulled away from his cock, knelt up on the bed and began to furiously wank herself. Then she quirked an eyebrow and delivered the knockout blow - "Right you two, come and jizz all over my chest." We both began pumping our fists along our shafts, racing almost. The head of my cock was now a bright purply-pink and huge. Alice seemed to enjoy the sight of two boys wanking off for her as she soon began to groan with an almighty orgasm, setting me off too. My come exploded from the end of my cock, spraying across their target. Alice gave an extra gasp of pleasure as the spunk hit her and soon she was gasping even more as Doug shot his load, the first spurt hitting her neck and the rest of it landing right between her boobs as my balls emptied with the last few spurts hitting the nipple nearest to me. Alice was coming down from her shuddering climax and looked down in admiration at her sticky chest, the streams of spunk running together all over her breasts, before collapsing back onto the bed. "Wow, that's quite a coating," Bee noted, idly pulling at her nipple. "Um... maybe... in a little while," she began coquettishly, "there might be some more for me?"
Matty Meets Kimmy Ch. 10	29,988	4.69	615,658	[ "vacation", "husband and wife", "romantic", "pregnant sex", "prostate massage", "romance", "true love", "married couple", "happily married", "petite" ]	"Did you pack my thermal socks babe?" "Yes honey, they're in my blue suitcase," I yelled from the kitchen. I sipped on my coffee and skimmed through my email using our ipad. Matt was still getting ready; we had a flight in two hours. We were on Christmas vacation and were spending it with Summer and Adam in Colorado, up in the mountains in a log cabin. About an hour later, we had checked in for our flight and were walking towards our gate. As we walked, I began to feel a bit nauseous and light headed. "Babe, do you mind holding up a bit, I need to use the restroom." Matt paused and I walked towards the ladies room. I set my purse down on the counter then washed my face. I began to feel clammy and even more nauseous. There was a stirring within me and I felt my palms go cold and sweaty. I rushed off to a stall and hunched over the bowl, I immediately began puking. It took a couple minutes for me to feel settled. I walked back to the sink and washed my mouth and face. I figured it must have been something I'd eaten the day before that had caused my stomach to be upset. After composing myself, I went back out and rejoined Matt. We walked to our gate and sat patiently, waiting to board. We'd been married for a year and six months now and were thoroughly happy with one another. Sitting on the airplane I held Matt's hand, "I can't wait to see Sum and Adam, it's been ages." "I know, almost a year now," Matt stated, referring to last Christmas when Summer and Adam came down to Miami for a few days. When we landed in Denver, Matt whipped out his cell phone and called Adam, their flight was supposed to have arrived an hour before. After a brief conversation, Matt grabbed the heavier of our bags and turned to me, "They're getting the rental car. He said to wait for them at the curb, baggage claim 15," he informed. I clutched our pull-along and followed Matt out. We only had to wait a couple minutes before a silver SUV pulled up in front of us. We peered in through the window and saw Adam and Summer. Adam hopped out and helped Matt pack the bags into the rear of the vehicle. I gave him a brief hug then crawled into the backseat. "Ohhh my god Kimmy!! You look amazing hun," Summer squealed. She leaned back from the passenger seat and we hugged, "So do you Sum, it's so nice to see you guys." Matt and Adam hopped in and we drove off. The drive to the cabin was a lengthy one, almost an hour and a half, but it gave the four of us lots of time to catch up. We stopped for lunch and just before getting back on the road, Summer wanted to take a quick restroom break. I joined her although I didn't really have to go. I was still feeling a bit squeamish from this morning and decided to wash my face with some cold water. I heard the toilet flush and watched as Summer emerged. She proceeded to wash her hands and looked over to me, "Everything okay babe? You look kinda pale," she stated. "Really? Ohh, I'm fine, just feeling a bit nauseous, maybe it's the altitude," I replied, "Although. . ." I stated before stopping. "Although what?" Summer followed up. "Well, I threw up this morning in Miami, so it can't be the altitude, maybe it was just something I ate," I tried to reason. I felt Summer's hand on my shoulder, then she began to rub my back. "You think aspirin will help? That's all I have on me." "No thanks hun, I think I'll be okay," I replied. I gave my face another rinse in some cold water while Summer caringly held my hair. Wiping my face, I noticed Summer seemed to have something on her mind. "What is it Sum?" "Well, do you mind if I ask when your period is?" she asked. I immediately knew what Summer was thinking. It took a few seconds for me to get my dates right, but I finally looked up at her, "Umm, it's supposed to be tomorrow," I replied, tossing the paper towel in the trash. "Have you been taking your pill regularly?" Summer asked. "Well. . .I missed a day a couple weeks ago," I admitted guiltily. "Kimberly!" Summer scolded. "What?! I told Matt, we even used condoms for a few days," I defended. "I think we need to get you a pregnancy test." I began to feel nervous, but deep down I knew Summer was right. The more I thought about it, I hadn't eaten anything out of the ordinary. I looked up to Summer and knew she could see the distress in my eyes, "Don't worry honey, I'll buy it, there's a pharmacy across the street. Just head back to the car and tell the guys I went to buy some snacks. We'll do it tonight, together." Summer's words were so calming. She put her arm around me and gave me a brief hug before we made our way back outside. XXXX That night, after settling into our rooms, the boys cooked us dinner; grilled chicken and vegetables. After dinner, we found ourselves in the living room, relaxing in front of a roaring fire. Matt and I were laid out on the couch, cuddled up under a blanket. Summer and Adam were snuggled under a blanket of their own, on the floor in front us, on the plush shag rug. As the night drew on and the conversation dwindled, Summer announced that she was going to take a shower, "Uhhh, Kim, want to come see those boots I was telling you about?" It caught me off-guard, but I was quick to recognize Summer's trivial excuse to head off together. "Sure Sum, let's have a look," I replied as I crawled out of Matt's arms. Summer and I locked ourselves in hers and Adam's bathroom. I watched as my friend dug through her purse and retrieve the pregnancy test. Summer opened the box and handed me the plastic stick. She breezed through the instructions, and looked up at me, "Okay babe, do your thing," she smiled. I quite calmly lowered my cotton sweats along with my black cotton underwear and sat on the toilet bowl. I stuck the stick between my thighs and waited. "Want me to run some water?" Summer joked as she took a seat on the edge of the tub. "Just give me a second," I insisted. A few seconds later, the silence in the bathroom was broken by the sound of liquid trickling. When I was done, I placed the stick on the edge of the tub and went about wiping myself and pulling up my pants. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. Picking up the box, I noted the two minute waiting period. Summer had her phone out and was checking the time. I was so nervous; I paced up and down in the small space the bathroom offered. Summer picked up the stick and focused her gaze. "Is the time up?" I anxiously asked. "Yup, two minutes just passed," Summer replied. "Well?!?" Summer looked up at me with a smile, her eyes glassy, "It's positive babe," she calmly stated. The news hit me sharp, my mind began to race and my heart pounded so hard against my chest, "Positive?!? Are you sure??!? Positive?!" I asked. "Yes Kimmy, it's positive," Summer replied, holding the stick out for me to see the plus sign. An immediate smile hit my face when I saw the results for myself. Summer sprung up to her feet and hugged me tight, "Oh my god babe, you're pregnant!!" she announced in hushed tone. I wrapped my arms around Summer and hugged her with the same exuberance. "I can't believe it!!" I replied, tears running down my cheeks. As we broke our embrace, Summer wiped the tears from my face, and I saw that she was also crying. "Oh my god! When should I tell Matt?" I asked, almost dumbly. "It's got to be right away right? I mean, I think Adam would want to know the second I was pregnant, and besides, it's going to be kind of obvious if you're the only one not ordering wine at lunch or dinner tomorrow," Summer replied. "I'm so nervous Sum," I admitted. "Don't be Kimmy, it's Matty, he's gonna be over the moon. Come on, go take a shower and try to relax." I took Summer's advice and took a quick shower then returned to the living room. Standing over the back of the couch, I leaned over and stared down at Matt, "Hey babe, I'm heading to bed now," I softly stated. "Okay sweetie, I'm gonna shower, be there in a bit," he replied. We said goodnight to Adam who was putting out the fire then headed to our room. Lying nervously in bed, I couldn't stop fidgeting; I wasn't sure how I was going to break it to Matt. Suddenly, an idea sprung into my head. I rushed over to my purse and retrieved my lip stick; bright red lipstick. I rolled up my thick cotton jersey and lay on my back. I did my very best as I wrote on my tummy, the handwriting wasn't the best, but the message was clear, "You're A Daddy." Standing up, I looked at myself in the mirror; I turned to the side and tried to imagine myself with a pregnant stomach. There was an immovable smile on my face. When I heard the shower shut off, I put my lipstick away and rushed back into bed. Matt emerged a couple minutes later and was about to switch off the lights. I had to stop him so I made up an excuse, "You could leave the lights on for a bit, I have to find some socks, my feet are cold." "I could get some for you," Matt offered as he made his way over to our suitcase. "Well I thought you could keep me warm for a bit," I cutely stated. Matt smiled and crawled onto the bed and over to me. I smiled as Matt made his way over to me. Supporting himself with his arms so his entire bodyweight wasn't pressed against me, Matt leaned in and we kissed. I moaned softly and stuck my tongue out just a bit. Matt did the same and we flicked our tongues back and forth against each other. I raised my legs, bending them at the knee and planting my feet flat against the mattress, holding Matt between my thighs. He lowered his face and began kissing my neck. I smiled to myself, feeling his warm tongue on my skin. As Matt continued his delicate pecking, I ran my hands through his damp hair, softly rubbing his head. After a few minutes, I began to gently pushing Matt's head down, not for oral sex but rather to try to get him into position. Matt complied, making his way down my body, pausing to softly caress my breasts through my jersey. He kept moving lower, then finally I felt his hands on the edge of my jersey. Matt lifted the garment a little, and I felt cool air against my skin. He lowered his face and kissed my exposed abdomen, then up to my bellybutton. I sighed and giggled, his touch was ticklish. Matt began to raise my jersey further, then his kissing stopped. He raised his head off me a bit, "What's this babe?" he questioned. "What's what honey? I asked, playing dumb. "There's some red stuff on your stomach," he replied. "Really? Why don't you raise up my shirt and see what it is," I baited. Matt began to roll my oversized jersey up, to just below my breasts. I watched his face as he stared down at my stomach. He looked up at me with brightened eyes, "Is this for real?!?" I bit my lower lip and nodded affirmatively. "We're pregnant?!? You're pregnant?!?" Matt shouted. "Uh huh," I stated. Matt leapt onto me and hugged me tight, he pressed his lips against mine hard. I wrapped my arms around him feeling relieved. We kissed and laughed and cried together, all at the same time. I could feel cold liquid on my face as Matt's tears dripped on to me. We both sat up and continued to hug, "I take it you're happy?" I asked. "Are you kidding? This is the most amazing news ever!!" Matt immediately responded. "I'm glad, because I think it is as well." We kissed again then I wiped the few tears that were running down Matt's cheeks. "I love you so much Kimberly," Matt smiled. "I love you too Matty." We turned off the lights and crawled under the blanket. Matt spooned me, holding my body close to his. I took his arm which was draped over my body, and raised my shirt, then placed Matt's palm against my stomach. He wanted to know every detail of the past few hours and I was happy to tell him. "Do you think Summer told Adam?" Matt asked. "No, she said she wouldn't, we can tell him at breakfast." Matt was rubbing his thumb against my stomach as I wiggled my body, cozying up against him. "So, do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?" I asked. "I just want a healthy baby," Matt replied. "I know me too, but I'm just asking . . . if you had to choose," I pestered. Matt giggled and kissed my shoulder, "Well let's see, a boy would be cool, I could teach him lots of manly stuff," At this point I chuckled and Matt playfully tickled my stomach as a form of admonishment. "As I was saying," he continued, "We could do all sorts of manly stuff, but I think I'd like a girl. Another little you running around, she'd be such a princess." My eyes began to well up again as I arched my head back and kissed Matt on the cheek. XXXX The next morning I was up first. It was freezing. I walked to the bathroom wrapped in a blanket and proceeded to brush my teeth. Smiling uncontrollably, I soaked a hand towel in warm water and washed my stomach which was still covered in lipstick. After going to the bathroom, I walked back out to wake Matt. I combed my hand through his now silky soft hair and whispered into his ear, "Daddy. . .daddy. . .time to wake up." I watched as his eyed opened and he turned to me with a smile, "I'm gonna get started on breakfast," I whispered before giving him a quick kiss on the lips. Out in the kitchen, Summer had already started a pot of coffee and was getting the eggs out of the refrigerator. "Morning Sum, Adam still asleep?" "Hey Kimmy, no he's awake, he'll be out in a bit," she replied, "What about Matt?" "The same," I answered as I walked over and switched on the stove. "So did you tell him?" Summer eagerly asked. I smiled at her and nodded. "And?!?" she asked persistently. "He was so happy Sum, it was the absolute best reaction I could hope for." "Awww, I'm so happy for you guys," Summer beamed as she reached out to give me a hug. "Morning girls!" Adam greeted as he entered the kitchen. Summer and I broke our embrace and went back to seeing about breakfast. "Hey Adam, how'd you sleep?" I asked. "Like a baby, Kim," he replied. Summer and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. "What'd I say?" Adam asked as he poured himself some coffee. We both stared silent at him, "Ummm, I'll let Matt tell you," I replied. "Tell me what?" Adam inquired. "Kimmy's pregnant," came Matt's voice as he walked through the living room and into the kitchen. "What?! For real?" Summer and I both nodded at Adam. "That's amazing!" Adam shouted as he walked over and hugged Matt. After the two embraced, Adam made his way over to me; he kissed my cheek and gave me a big hug, "Congrats Kimmy," he whispered into my ear. "Thanks Adam." We all sat down for breakfast, discussing the topic at hand. After breakfast, we all got changed and went down to the ski resort and spent the morning skiing. Matt had never skied before so it was kind of fun to teach him. By lunchtime we'd have our fill of the slopes and called it a day. We dined at a nearby steakhouse for lunch. Summer and Adam insisted they paid, a celebration lunch for our good news she explained. Back at the cabin, we played board games in the living room and just enjoyed each other's company. "Have you guys started talking about names yet?" Summer asked. Matt and I looked at each other and shook our heads. "Well I'm just putting it out there, "Summer" is a great name for a girl," Summer joked. We all laughed then Adam chimed in, "I've always liked "Sarah"." "Babe, stop giving away all our good names," Summer chided, playfully jabbing Adam in the stomach with her elbow. "Don't worry Sum, Adam's already given me the entire list," Matt teased. XXXX We were all still pretty stuffed from lunch and just had a light dinner, some toast and tea. After Matt and I showered, we made our way back out to the living to lay by the fire. As we rounded the corner into the living room, we stopped in our tracks. We saw Adam and Summer laid on the floor, Summer straddling him as they made out. "Come on, let's head to our room," Matt whispered as we retreated. We couldn't help but laugh as we closed our door, "I guess no romantic fireside cuddling tonight," I jested. I crawled into bed with our ipad and Matt sat at the desk with the laptop. We caught up on some emails and Matt checked on some work stuff. My mom had written to make sure everything was going okay and that we were all safe. As I typed out my response assuring her we were fine, I contemplated telling her the good news. In the end, I opted not to, choosing instead to do it face to face. I switched off the ipad and set it aside, "Are you coming to bed soon?" I asked "Uhh, yeah hun, one minute," Matt replied. Matt eventually closed the laptop and turned in his chair to face me. I was laid on my back, watching him, waiting for him to join me. I patted my thighs with my palms, inviting Matt over. "What were you doing on the laptop?" I asked as Matt made his way over to me. "Looking at cribs," Matt admitted. I smiled warmly as Matt crawled onto the bed. He rested his head on my thighs and laid perpendicular to me. "Wow what a day!" he sighed I sat up and rested my back against the wooden headboard, then adjusted Matt's head, positioning him so he lay against my pelvis. This way I could look down at his face. Matt turned his head to me and smiled. I cradled his face in my hands and returned his smile. "How are you feeling?" he kindly asked. "Okay today," I assured him. "Did you make the doctor's appointment?" "Yup, first thing when we get back." Matt reached over and rolled up my flannel shirt, exposing my stomach. He pressed his hand against my skin and my tummy quivered. We both smiled. Matt just laid there while I twirled his hair in my fingers, his warm hand against my stomach. "Trying to imagine it all fat and ugly?" I asked teasingly. "You will never be ugly, and neither will your tummy," he replied as he leaned over and kissed my stomach. Matt planted a few sweet pecks around my belly button, then crawled up to my side. I wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled his lips to mine. As we continued to kiss, I rolled myself onto Matt's body and squirmed against him. I could feel his hardon press against my thigh and I pressed myself harder against him. Reaching down, I clutched onto Matt's t-shirt and began lifting it off him. We had to break our kiss so I could get his shirt off him. I smiled down at his chest and ran my hands across his skin. His nipples were rock hard in the cold and I playfully tweaked them in my fingers. Matt in the meanwhile had begun to unbutton my thick flannel pajama long sleeve shirt. After undoing the final button, Matt opened my shirt and gazed upon my naked flesh. My body involuntarily shivered as I felt the cool air. Matt and I giggled and he pulled me down to him. We kissed again as we pressed our chests together, Matt's skin was so warm and comforting. Matt slid his hands down my back and beneath my matching flannel pajama pants. I felt his hands roaming across the cotton back of my underwear, caressing my butt cheeks. Soon Matt had my pants and underwear around my ankles and I was grinding my naked sex against his still covered hardon. I dug my fingers into Matt's cotton sweats and pulled them down his body. We smiled lovingly at each other as I quickly straddled Matt. I pressed his cock down against his stomach, trapping it there with my pussy. I watched as he groaned blissfully as I squirmed my pussy up and down his throbbing cock. Matt placed his hands on my hips and I knew what he wanted. I raised my hips and pressed the head of his cock against my opening. Lowering myself onto Matt, I leaned over and lay down against him. With his entire cock buried inside me, I stared into Matt's eyes and gave him a quick kiss. "I love feeling you inside me," I whispered. Matt smiled and returned my kiss. We lay for a few seconds just kissing, Matt throbbing inside me. Eventually, Matt began to gently thrust his hips, his cock sliding in and out of my slick folds. "God Kimmy, you feel so good," Matt whispered into my ear. I smiled to myself and nibbled on Matt's earlobe. Matt had wrapped his arms around my back, over my shirt which was still on, and hugged me tight. I could feel him lifting his hips off the bed and pushing deep into me, his cock was so hard and my pussy so moist, he glided in and out with ease. As Matt's hardened nipples dug into my skin, and mine his, I released his earlobe from between my teeth and kissed his cheek, making my way to his lips. Matt's breath on my face was so warm, it felt so carnal. I began to whimper lightly as I pushed my hips down to meet Matt's thrusts. "Ohh fuck Matt, I'm gonna cum," I cried. Matt slid his hands down to my ass. He gripped me tight and pulled me down hard on his cock over and over again, it felt amazing. A few seconds later, I bit down on my lower lip and felt my orgasm spasm throughout my body. "Fuck baby! Oh god yesss," I moaned as I pressed my forehead against Matt's chest. I kissed his chest over and over again as he continued driving his cock up into me. Matt began to breathe heavier and eventually began grunting, I knew he was close to his climax. I raised my head and pressed it against his. Staring deeply into Matt's eyes, I watched as his face contorted and he groaned aloud. Matt pushed hard into me and I felt his warm cum against my insides. "Mhmmm, yes baby," I cooed as I kissed Matt's cheek. Matt raised his hands from my butt back up to around my body and hugged me tight. We kissed lightly and savored the afterglow of our passion. After a quick cleanup in the bathroom, Matt and I got dressed in our warm clothes and found our way back into bed. "Ahhhhh! Babe! Your toes are freezing!" a startled Matt announced. His surprise caused me to giggle. Unaware how cold my feet were, I had begun rubbing Matt's legs with the soles of my feet. "Want me to get you some socks?" Matt asked. "Sure babe, thanks, and I'm sorry," I giggled. Raising the blanket, Matt crawled out of bed and made his way over to our suitcase. He returned shortly afterwards and sat on the edge of the bed. "Over here," he stated, slapping his palm against his lap. I chuckled and set my feet down onto Matt's laps. Matt held my right foot up and slid on one side of my red cotton socks. After doing the left, he pinched my toes playfully then proceeded to climb back into bed, "There, now you can rub my legs all you want," he teased. XXXX The next morning found me sat on the floor of the bathroom, my arms clinging to the cold porcelain of the toilet bowl. As I hung my head over the bowl, the nauseous feeling in my stomach surged in me once more and I began puking. Apparently, my absence had awoken Matt. He joined me in the bathroom and sat beside me on the floor. Without a word, he held my hair back and soothingly rubbed my back. There was another surge of nausea but this time I didn't puke, just dry heaved. "I think that's it for now," I murmured as I wiped my mouth. "Okay baby, up we go," Matt replied as he helped me to my feet. He stayed by my side as I washed out my mouth then he helped me back into bed. "Feeling better?" Matt asked as he tucked me into bed. I nodded. "I'm gonna get you something for breakfast," he stated before heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth and then out to the kitchen. About ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Summer let herself in and walked over to me carrying a serving tray. "Hey hun, Matt sent me in with some breakfast. He and Adam took off to the pharmacy to see if they could get something for you for the morning sickness." Summer sat at my side and set the tray down in my lap. I looked down; it was half a bagel and a small glass of orange juice. I took a sip of juice and nibbled at the bagel. "Was it really bad?" "It was bearable, but I hope it's not every morning," I replied. Summer sat with me while I finished up with breakfast then took the tray out to the kitchen. After breakfast I was feeling much better. By the time Adam and Matt returned, I was up and about with Summer. "Hey babe, feeling better?" Matt greeted. "Lots honey," I replied. "Great. Well the pharmacist gave me these, they're over the counter and he said they're approved for pregnant women for morning sickness. Just take one in the morning and it should help a little." Matt handed me a bottle of pills and I quickly scanned the label, "Thanks Matty, and thanks Adam for keeping him company," I replied. "Don't mention it Kim," Adam chirped as he poured himself some cereal. We sat around while Adam and Matt had their breakfast then tried to decide what to do the rest of the day. After much discussion, I finally convinced the trio that we could indeed go skiing and that I didn't mind just sitting out the day and watching them. I really didn't want to be the reason they couldn't have their fun so I insisted and they finally gave in. We got ready and made our way over to the slopes. "Way to go baby!!" I cheered from a nearby bench as Matt whizzed past me. Adam and Summer were close behind him, the couple moving together. The air was crisp and clean and the sky cloudless and blue. The cool air felt great and I really didn't mind sitting and people watching. After about an hour though, I let Summer know I was heading into the resort to use the bathroom and I might sit by the fire for a while to get warmed up. I made sure to tell her to let the guys know that they should stay as long as they wanted and I was fine. About twenty minutes had gone by. I was comfortably curled up in front of a roaring fire, on a couch in the skiing resort's lobby. "Hey babe, feeling okay?" Matt asked, surprising me from behind. I turned around and saw Matt standing with two steaming mugs. "Hi hun, got tired?" I asked as he sat down next to me and handed me a cup of what I soon learned was hot chocolate. "Nah, it just wasn't fun hearing you laugh when I fell over," he smiled as he scooted closer to me. "What about Adam and Summer?" "Ohh, they're still out there, I told them to take their time and have fun," Matt replied. "Good," I responded as I took a sip of hot chocolate. "So you're not feeling sick or anything?" Matt inquired. "No babe, I'm feeling fine" I assured him. Matt and I sat and chatted, sipping on our hot drinks. "Jaime! No!!" Matt and I turned our heads to the left and watched as a little blonde haired toddler looked back at his mother. He was standing in front of a Christmas tree with an outstretched hand. I smiled gleefully at Matt then back over to the child who had stopped dead in his tracks after his mother's warning. "Come on son," the boy's father caringly stated before walking over and lifting the child into his arms then heading back over to the check-in desk, smiling at Matt and myself as he made his way. "He's so cute," I whispered to Matt as I turned my head to see the boy smile at me, "Do you think we'll be good parents?" I asked. "I think you're going to be an excellent mom Kimmy," Matt replied. "Thanks dear, I can't wait to have your child," I murmured as I held Matt's hand over my stomach. Matt kissed my cheek and we went back to our hot chocolates. Adam and Summer came waltzing in about forty minutes later. They sat with us a while, both looking exhausted, then we decided to head to the cabin. We picked up something for dinner then totally pigged out in the dining room as soon as we got back. "Does anyone want the last one?" Summer asked as she reached over and scooped up the last of the wantons, smiling as she stuffed it in her mouth. Matt and Adam kindly stood up and tended to the dishes while Summer and I showered then occupied the couch and searched for a movie to watch. After the boys showered, they joined Summer and me in the living room, taking their place at our sides as we started up a movie. Summer and I decided not to be mean to the guys and selected a comedy. XXXX I was awoken by Matt gently caressing my face, "Did I fall asleep?" I groggily asked. "Just for a little bit babe, the movie just ended, come one, let's go to bed," Matt whispered. I looked over and saw both Summer and Adam asleep in each other's arms, "Should we wake them?" "Nah, they'll be fine," Matt replied as he held my hand and we walked off to our room. We crawled into bed and I cuddled up close to Matt, relishing the warmth of his body as I fell quickly back to sleep. The next morning I awoke with Matt spooning me, his arm draped over my body. I smiled to myself as I felt his morning wood, snugly pressed along the crack of my bum. I stifled my giggles as I wiggled myself against Matt's groin. It didn't take long for him to be awakened as I felt him kiss the back of my neck, "I take it you're not feeling sick this morning?" I heard him whisper. "Nope, not yet at least," I replied before reaching behind and feeling Matt's erection though his pajama pants. I continued rubbing myself against Matt and he slowly kissed his way from the back of my neck to the side of my face. As Matt kissed my cheek, I felt him tugging on my long-sleeved cotton shirt. I closed my eyes and enjoyed Matt's tender touch. He made quick work of my top, lifting the thick soft garment up my body and over my head. It was so chilly, my nipples were instantly erect. Matt held me closer to him, as he let his hand travel up my stomach, finally arriving at my waiting breasts. His fingers were cold to the touch but I didn't let him know, instead swallowing my squeals as he played with my nipples. After a few minutes, Matt's hands were all warmed up and his touch felt amazing. He moved his hands to the waistband of my pink sweat pants and, together with my cotton panties, began pushing them down my thighs. Shuffling my feet, I kicked my pants and underwear around my ankles and off my body. Matt moved from behind me and rolled me over onto my back. He was considerate enough to cover us both with the thick blanket seeing that I was completely naked and it was near freezing outside. Completely covered with the thick red blanket, Matt rolled onto me and lowered his lips to mine. After a few brief kisses, Matt tilted my head back and lowered his mouth to my neck. His lips were so soft. I sighed softly as Matt took his time, tenderly kissing my neck, slowly moving to my chest. Matt planted soft pecks on the curves of my breasts then finally took my left nipping into his mouth, sucking on it then flicking his tongue back and forth against it. He gave my other nipple the same treatment then kissed his way back over to the left. After another set of brief kisses, Matt began kissing his way down my body. I giggled as Matt paused over my stomach, tickling me with his tongue. He soon turned delicate though, planting soft passionate kisses against my taut tummy. Matt moved further south till he was between my thighs. I felt his palms gently stroking my thighs, then his lips planting soft kisses against my inner thighs. Finally, I felt Matt's warm breath against the lips of my pussy. I smiled to myself and lay comfortably as Matt's tongue lightly trailed the length of my lips. He licked up and down several times before settling his mouth at my clit, rubbing his tongue against my sensitive nub. Hopefully my moans would be muffled by the blanket I thought to myself, as Matt's effective tongue became more intensive. I felt Matt's tongue move briefly down to my opening, delving deep then moving straight back to my clit. As Matt resumed lapping away at my clit, I felt a solitary finger, pressing between my folds, gently making its way into my vagina. "Ohh god baby," I softly cried, almost squeakily, as Matt squirmed his finger around in my depths. Matt began slowly sliding his finger in an out of me as he continued the tongue lashing against my clit. My hands had found my breasts as I kneaded my flesh roughly, my orgasm building inside of me. With one hand still massaging my breasts, I raised the other to my face. I pressed my arm across my eyes as I pressed my pelvis up against Matt's face. Moaning constantly now, I turned my head and bit down on the skin of my arm, the fleshy bit between my elbow and shoulder. Finally, I reached my threshold and my body shook with pleasure as a shuddering orgasm spiraled through me. As my body continued to twitch, Matt moved his mouth from my clit to my opening and I felt him hungrily licking at my folds, slurping on my juices. I had to lightly pull on his hair to get him to come to me. Once we were face to face, I pulled Matt to me, kissing him deeply. We laid there kissing for a few minutes till I gently eased Matt's face from mine, "Come on, let's head to the bathroom, I think you need to brush your teeth," I teased. Matt laughed and rolled off me, "You know. . .I wasn't going to say anything, but seeing that you brought it up, you could do with some mouthwash honey," Matt quipped. "Baby! It's cute when I tease. When you do it, it's mean," I continued to tease. We both giggled as we made our way to the bathroom. Matt stood before the toilet and peed while I brushed my teeth. As Matt waited for me to finish with the sink, he stripped himself of his jersey and flannel pajama pants and underwear. After brushing my teeth, Matt took his turn at the sink as I sat beside him on the toilet. He turned to me and smiled as the sound of my stream of urine echoed through the bathroom. I stared up at him and cutely stuck my tongue out at him and watched as he went back to brushing his teeth. After wiping and flushing, I stepped into the shower and turned on the water, making sure it was nice and warm before stepping beneath the downpour. Matt joined me shortly afterwards and I pulled him in for a kiss, "Mmmmm, much better," I whispered before we kissed again, water running down our faces. Matt's throbbing cock between our bodies didn't go unnoticed, and after a couple minutes of passionate kissing, I dropped to the floor, kneeling on the tile floor. Reaching out, I took Matt's dangling penis in my hand and slid him into my mouth. I sucked Matt's cock deep into my mouth then slid him out, then right back in. As water beat down onto my face, I slid my free hand up Matt's thigh, up around back to his butt cheeks. I squeezed Matt's flesh with my hand while I worked my mouth on his cock. Opening my eyes, I directed them up to Matt and saw his head tilted back and his eyes shut tight. Feeling particularly frisky, I worked my hand between Matt's butt cheeks and began massaging his anus with my fingers. I could almost feel Matt's cock jump in my mouth as I slid a finger into his warm opening. Matt was groaning now, and his cock felt even harder in my mouth as I slid my lips along his shaft. I began moving my mouth faster on Matt, gripping the base of his cock tight with my hand. Squirming my finger around, I pressed gently on what I knew to be Matt's prostate and heard him gasp deeply. "Ohh god Kimmy, I'm right there!" Matt grunted. I bobbed my head faster and began massaging Matt's insides with slightly more force. I opened my eyes and saw Matt's hands stretched to either side of him, pressing against the walls of the shower for support. Suddenly, he groaned aloud and I felt his cock spasm in my mouth as he filled my mouth with his warm cum. Matt's anus squeezed down around my finger several times as I continued gently rubbing his prostate, forcing a more than usual amount of cum from him. Matt had risen up on his tiptoes, as he continued to climax, finally coming back down to rest a couple seconds later. I eased my finger out of Matt, then slowly slid his cock from my mouth. I gagged slightly as I swallowed Matt's massive load but luckily I had the onrushing water to help it down. Taking a few seconds to wipe my face, I finally stood up coming face to face with Matt who seemed to still be dazed from his orgasm. "Liked that?" I asked. Matt opened his eyes to me and wrapped his arms around my lower waist, "You're absolutely amazing baby," he panted. I just giggled at pulled him close for a kiss. After a few seconds we went about washing each other's bodies and rinsing our skin. Matt and I got dressed and made our way out to the kitchen. Summer and Adam weren't up yet so we got started on breakfast. As Matt made himself coffee and poured me some juice, I finished up making a batch of pancakes. Summer came walking into the kitchen, still a little half asleep, "Morning Sum, I see you guys made it to your room eventually," I greeted. Summer looked over to the living room where a blanket was still strewn on the couch, then turned to Matt and me, "Adam must have moved me, all I remember is falling asleep in the living room and waking up in our room," she replied as she helped herself to some coffee. "Is Adam coming out for breakfast?" Matt asked as he set some plates out on the table. "Yeah, he's up, just using the bathroom," Summer informed. A couple minutes later, Adam emerged. He walked over and embraced Summer from behind, kissing her on the shoulder, "Morning guys," he warmly greeted. "Hey Adam, just in time for breakfast," I announced as I set the stack of pancakes down in the center of the dining table. XXXX The next couple days were wonderful and spent mostly in the same way; relaxing and enjoying the company of our friends. It was quite sad saying goodbye to Summer and Adam, Summer especially. We must have hugged for five minutes in the airport terminal as we said our goodbyes. When Matt and I landed, we took a cab straight to my parent's house. I was so excited to tell them the big news. Mom had a wonderful lunch waiting and halfway through the meal, I took Matthew's hand and we told them. They were so happy for us. My mother almost leapt out of her chair to hug me while Matt and my dad embraced. We chatted for a bit after lunch, mostly my mom and me making baby plans. After about an hour, Matt and I were ready to head home, we actually had a doctor's appointment in a little while. We got to our apartment and I took a quick shower. Matt was busy unpacking the dirty clothes from our suitcase when I walked into the bedroom in search of some comfy pants, "Babe, why don't you leave that, I'll do it when we get back," I offered, as I slipped on a pair of black cotton track pants. "It's fine hun, I'm almost finished anyway," he simply replied. At the doctor's office, I was checked in pretty quickly and seen by the doctor in a reasonable amount of time. The visit wasn't as daunting as I expected, just some simple tests; blood pressure, weight, urine sample to confirm the pregnancy etc. After taking some family history and filling out a bunch of paper work the doc said we were free to go. We were informed that at my next visit, we would be doing my first ultrasound; Matt and I were so excited. On the way home, Matt picked up a pizza for dinner and we popped into a pharmacy to pick up the prenatal vitamins the doctor had prescribed. When we got home, I began to get that dreaded nauseous feeling. I let Matt know then headed straight to bed. He tried to get me to eat something but I wasn't having it. About an hour later, Matt came in with a cup of tea. I sat up and sipped it, mostly to set his mind at ease. Seeing that I only managed half a cup of tea, Matt sat on the bed and turned to me, "What can I do baby?" he humbly asked. I looked at his somber face, not knowing what to tell him. "Can you just hold me?" I requested. "Sure," he softly replied before crawling over behind me. We both lay down and Matt wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me near to him. We lay there silent; I felt so comforted and actually began feeling a little better. XXXX I smiled proudly as I stuck the image of the ultrasound to the fridge door. I whipped out my phone and immediately called up Summer, "Hey Kimmy, how'd it go?" "Great Sum. . . .it's a girl!!" I yelled. We both squealed delightfully, the smile on my face almost aching since I'd been smiling since Matt and I left the doctor's office. It was our third visit and such a special one. "I would have called sooner but I was on the phone with my mom the whole drive back," I explained. "Oh my god Kimmy, this is so exciting. I can start buying little baby dresses for that little princess huh?" "Summer, please don't go overboard," I lightly warned. "You know me Kim, I can't help myself." I smiled and sighed to myself, it was such a warm feeling knowing how much this child was already loved. Matt came in and I handed him the phone. He and Summer chatted for a bit then her turned her back over to me. After lunch, I was taking a rest on the couch while Matt finished up some paperwork for work. About an hour later he came in and found me stretched out on the couch. Sitting on the edge of the couch, Matt laid his hand on my stomach. The baby bump had already begun to show. Matt slid his hand across my rounded tummy, finally coming to rest over my belly button. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked. It had become a regular occurrence now, Matt always asking how I was feeling. I nodded and laid my hand on his. "So I guess we can go ahead and start painting the baby room now that we know what color we can use. And by we, I mean you," I teased. "Yup, that's our project for this weekend, I'll paint and you can come up with baby names," Matt smiled in reply. That Saturday, Matt was up early. He made a trip to home depot and picked up all the painting supplies. I was reading an introductory parenting book, sometimes aloud so Matt could hear, as he went to work painting the guest room which would soon become a baby room. Sitting on a rocking chair near the open window, there was a nice cool breeze blowing, making for perfect working conditions for Matt. "How about Ashley?" Matt asked as he finished up one wall. "Nahh, Kristen?" I suggested. "Hmmm, maybe, what about Lisa?" "Nope, I have to use my veto here, never liked the name Lisa," I giggled. Matt and I went on like this for a while, tossing names back and forth, making a list of "maybes" and "absolutely nots." "What about your mom's name?" I asked Matt as he took a break after getting another wall done. "Abigail?" "Yeah, Abigail. . . .Abby, I like that," I replied genuinely. "Matty, Kimmy, and Abby huh?" Matt smiled, "If you like it then so do I, but please don't feel obligated," he went on to say. "No, I really like it a lot, Abigail Cole, it's perfect," I replied. "Okay then, that settles it." Matt went back to the other walls and I picked back up the baby book. "Okay, all done!" Matt announced. I looked up from my book and around at the newly painted room. The lavender paint looked great, "Great job on the color babe," I complimented after being a bit skeptical when Matt had first suggested lavender. Matt walked over and sat on the floor in front of me. I lifted my legs over his shoulders and set them down to rest against Matt's chest. "So what's next? We have to set up the crib and changing table," Matt stated as he rubbed my legs. I stared over to the corner of the room to the items still in the box. The crib came courtesy of Matt's sister Maggie, and the changing table was from Adam and Summer, both were disappointed to miss my baby shower but promised to come down to Miami once I'd given birth. "I think we can leave those till tomorrow," I replied as I played with Matt's hair. Matt turned around and laid his hands on my stomach. He raised my shirt up over my round tummy and pressed his lips against my skin, near my belly button, "See Abby, your mom is what we call a procrastinator," he teased. "Me?! I'm just trying to ease you up, you look totally beat," I replied, "Abby, you should see your daddy, he's all sweaty and messy with paint, it's even in his hair," I went on to tease. Matt smiled up at me and ran his hand through his hair almost disbelievingly. He kissed my stomach then rolled my shirt back down. He slowly began to crawl up my body, stopping when his face met mine, "I guess I have to go get cleaned up, I wonder who I can get to come help me," he whispered as he lightly pecked my lips. I giggled against Matt's lips as I stood up with him. I took his hand and led him off to our bathroom. XXXX "Honey, come here," I softly stated. Matt walked over to me from the bathroom having just brushed his teeth. He lay down and I took his hand and placed it on my seven and a half months pregnant stomach, "Your little girl is kicking up a storm," I smiled as I pressed my hand against Matt's. I watched as Matt's eyes lit up, "Wow, has she been like this all night?" I nodded then sighed. Matt laid his head next to my stomach, and rubbed his hand against me, "Abby, your mommy needs her rest," he cutely whispered. I placed my hand on Matt's cheek, and prodded him till he moved his face over to mine, "You know. . .I'm not all that tired, not yet at least," I sultrily said before pulling Matt's face in for a kiss. "Really?!?" Matt asked. I fluttered my eyelids and nodded at him affectionately. I understood Matt's astonished reaction; we hadn't been intimate in the past few weeks. Although he was extremely busy with work, it was mostly down to me not being in the mood. Matt never once made me feel guilty though, and took extra good care of me, pampering me and seeing to my every need. For some reason, whether it was the hormones or not, tonight, I was feeling very much in the mood. When I saw the excited look on Matt's face it made me want him even more. I placed my hand on the back of Matt's neck and pulled his face to mine. His lips were so soft and inviting. We wiggled our tongues playfully against each other while Matt began unbuttoning my light red and white flannel pajama shirt. After the last button, Matt sat up and I helped him out of his white t-shirt. I smiled widely as I watched him shimmy his way out of his boxers, his bouncing erection coming into view. Matt laid his hands on my matching pajama pants and began to ease them off me. I raised my hips and Matt slid the pants along with my green cotton panties off me. Sitting up, I wriggled out of my shirt, tossed it aside, then lay back down. Matt sat naked on the edge of the bed, staring down at my nude body, my enlarged round tummy with belly button sticking out very much the centerpiece. For some reason, my hands had moved naturally to cover myself, one laid across my breasts, the other my stomach. Matt smiled as he held my wrist in his hand, lifting my arm off my breasts. He kissed my hand gently before laying it at my side. He did the same with my other hand so I now laid bare for him, "You look so sexy baby," he whispered as he leaned in and kissed my neck. "Really? With my big ole belly?" I teased, digging my fingers through the curls of Matt's hair. He moved his kisses to my face, then lips, "Seriously hun, you've never looked more beautiful," he murmured. Matt's hand slid over my stomach, up one side and down the other, then moved to my breasts. "Mhmmm, I could get used to these," he teased, gently massaging my slightly larger breasts. "You better get your fill now, cause eventually they'll be itty bitty again," I joked. We kissed and fondled each other for a bit then we began to yearn for one another. "Ummm, so how exactly are we doing this?" Matt comically asked, as only he could. I laughed as I looked down and saw the huge obstacle that was my belly. "Why don't you lay on your back and I'll get on top of you," I suggested. Agreeing, Matt rolled over onto his back while I waddled my way to a sitting position. I smiled mischievously while climbing atop Matt. Straddling his hips, I reached below and felt for his cock. I guided him to my opening and eased onto him. As I made my way all the way down onto Matt's cock, I placed my hands on his sides to steady myself. "Are you okay? I'm not crushing you with my weight am I?" I inquired seeing that I was now sat on Matt with all my weight on him. "No, not at all babe, I just want to make sure you're comfortable and not stressing or tiring yourself out in that position," Matt replied. "Mhmmm, well I'm definitely not stressed," I said with a smile as I moved myself around Matt's cock. Matt placed his hands on my thighs and began thrusting up into me, gently penetrating my folds over and over again. I did my best to move with Matt, but really, all I could manage were subtle little up and down movements. Matt saw me trying to gyrate myself on him. He rubbed my thighs tenderly, "It's okay baby, let me do the work," he whispered. I smiled down at him and let my body be still, savoring the wonderful sensation of Matt's hard cock sliding up into me. Matt moved a hand from my thigh to over my stomach, letting his thumb pass over my protruding belly button. I watched his cutely contorted face as he concentrated on his rhythm. "Mhmmmm, ohh god baby, that feels so good," I cooed. "Mhmm, fuck baby, you're so wet," Matt grunted. I smiled to myself and flipped my head back, closing my eyes and enjoying Matt's thrusting cock. The doctor did mention that because of all the hormones, if Matt and I did have sex, that there was the possibility of more than the usual amount of moistness. Grinding my pussy against Matt's pelvis, I groaned out loud as my climax hit. It was truly amazing; my entire body tingled with warmness as my vagina spasmed around Matt's still plunging manhood. Soon I wasn't the only one grunting, as Matt clutched my hips and pushed deep into me, "Fuckkk baby!!" he moaned as he halted his thrusting. I could feel Matt's cock throb hard inside me as his semen filled me. Finally we both were still. Unable to move, I remained atop Matt, his cock quickly softening inside me. "Mhmmm, that was amazing baby," Matt panted. "I think it's just what I needed," I replied. "Come here," Matt whispered as he helped me off of him and down onto the bed. Matt laid me on my back and after making sure I was comfortable, laid down beside me. He laid his hand on my stomach and nuzzled his face against mine, "Feels like our little girl has gone to sleep," he whispered. I smiled and placed my palm against my stomach to feel for myself. After a few minutes, I turned to Matt and smiled almost embarrassingly, "Babe, I think I'm going to need a little help, I can feel you leaking out of me," I giggled. Without a word Matt sprung to his feet and was off towards the bathroom. He returned, towel in hand, and gently tended to me. That night, Matt and I fell asleep together, both naked, Matt's arm wrapped around me. XXXX Some weeks later, I awoke to a warm damp feeling between my legs. I felt the sheets and found that they were soaked; I knew exactly what had happened. "Babe. . .babe," I whispered, "Matty, my water just broke." Matt rolled over and slowly opened his eyes to me. It took him a few seconds to fully wake up, but he quickly got up and began to get dressed. "Are you feeling okay? Any contractions yet?" he asked as he pulled on his jeans. "No, not yet," I replied. Matt helped me out of bed and over to the bathroom. "I'm gonna call the hospital and get the bags into the car," he informed. "Okay hun, I'm gonna take a quick shower," I replied. As I stepped out of the shower and began to dry myself, I felt my first contraction. It felt like a period cramp just slightly more painful and took my breath away. I leaned against the wall for the thirty seconds or so till the pain subsided. After getting dressed, I walked out to the living room. Matt was there waiting, "Car's all packed. I called your mom, they're meeting us at the hospital," he quickly rattled off as he made his way to my side. Matt held my hand and we made our way down to the car. When we left my contractions were about ten minutes apart, upon arriving at the hospital they were close to four minutes and considerably longer, almost a minute long. Matt held me as we walked in and I took a seat in the waiting room while he checked me in with the nurse at the desk. I was incredibly relieved to see my mom and dad walking with purpose towards me. "Hi honey, how are you doing," my mom greeted, gently leaning over to hug me. "Fine mom, I'm at about three minutes apart now," I informed. My dad stepped to this side of my chair and rested his palm on my back while my mother held my hand. Matt returned a couple minutes later and quickly exchanged a hug with my mom, "Okay, they're gonna check you out in a couple minutes and see if you're far enough to be admitted," he explained. Just then, another contraction hit and I squeezed down on my mother's hand. A couple minutes later, a nurse escorted me to a room and I quickly got into a hospital gown and lay down. As I spread my legs and placed them in the stirrups, the middle aged blonde nurse leaned between my thighs and I felt her as he went about measuring me. "Okay Mrs. Cole, your contractions are three minutes apart?" she asked. I nodded politely. "Okay, well you're just about four centimeters dilated so we're going to admit you to the maternity ward. Your doctor has been notified that you're here and I'm about to give him an update, he'll probably notify the anesthesiologist to start preparing your epidural. My parents and Matt joined me in the small room while the nurse went to see about my clearance. A couple minutes later, the nurse returned, "Okay, you're all set," she stated then turned to Matt, "Dad, if you come with me I can see about getting you a set up to join your wife in the room." Another nurse showed up with a wheel chair and my dad helped me into it. "Okay sweetie, be brave okay?" he whispered into my ear. "I will daddy," I replied with a smiled. After a quick round of hugs, the nurse began to wheel me out of the room, but not before I saw my dad shake Matt's hand and say "Good luck son," to him. XXXX Several hours later, I let out a final primal scream before feeling relief from the indescribable pain I was feeling. The next sound I heard was a baby crying. I released the vice grip on Matt's hand and looked up to him. All I could see were his bright eyes; the rest of him covered by surgical mask and cap, and hospital gown. Matt was looking over to the doctor and I followed his stare. There, in Dr. Khol's hands, was our baby. "Dad, would you like to do the honor?" the doctor asked as a nurse held out a surgical scissors. I let go of Matt's hand and watched him reach over. His hand trembled as he grasped to tool. The nurse clamped down the cord and showed Matt where to cut. I watched proudly as he did just that. After a quick tape job, the doctor immediately placed the baby against my naked chest. Matt and I were told weeks before the birth that immediate skin to skin contact would be good to regulate the baby's heart rate and actually did wonders to build bonding between me and the child. I stared down as the most heavenly creature curled up against my breasts. Matt knelt down and brought his face next to mine as we both stared in wonder at our daughter. We were both in tears, completely overjoyed. "You did so well baby," Matt gushed as he kissed my cheek. We looked down at Abby once more, "She's so beautiful," I whispered. "Takes after her mommy," Matt replied. "Hi Abigail, do you see your daddy?" I whispered as the baby opened her eyes. Abby started crying and both Matt and I chuckled. Matt gently stroked the back of Abby's tiny hand, "Hey Abby," he cooed. After a couple minutes, the nurse took the baby for a few quick tests and measurements, then cleaned her up and returned her to me swaddled in a blanket. XXXX Later in the day, we were up in our private room. Matt was holding Abby while the nurse prepped me to breastfeed. My mom and dad were in the room a little while ago and got an opportunity to see Abby, but kindly excused themselves when it was time for a feeding. Matt handed Abby to me and the nurse showed me how to position her. It took a little while but Abby finally settled down and latched on to my nipple and began feeding. "I'll give you all some privacy, I'm right outside if you need anything," the nurse stated before excusing herself. Matt took a seat beside the bed and watched on, "You two look so beautiful," he complimented. Just then his phone beeped. He quickly retrieved it and read the text, "Summer says she's adorable," he informed. He'd taken a picture and sent off to Summer and his sister. I smiled and went back to looking down adoringly at Abby. After a two day stay at the hospital, Abby and I were discharged. I was so happy to be going home and looking forward to sleeping in my own bed. My mom had made dinner and together with my Dad, welcomed Matt, Abbey, and I back to our apartment. After dinner, we said our goodbyes and set about getting ready for bed. Matt saw to Abby while I took a shower then we exchanged. As Matt stepped out of the bathroom, I was rocking Abby to sleep after just having burped her after her feeding. While he positioned the bassinet near the bed, I took my time and swaddled Abby with the blanket just as the nurse taught me. Together Matt and I set Abby down in her bassinet and watched her for a little bit. As we crawled into bed, Matt set the alarm for two hours; the time of Abby's next feeding. "You think we'll get to the two hours without her crying?" I asked with a giggle. "Not a chance," Matt smiled in reply. We crawled beneath the covers and snuggled close to each other. "Good night sweetie," I whispered. "Night hun," Matt replied. Just as we closed our eyes, the silence of the room was broken by loud cries. Matt and I opened our eyes and began laughing. I was about to get out of bed when Matt stopped me, "Try to sleep, I'll wake you in a couple hours," Matt stated as he rolled out of bed. He reached in and picked up Abby. "I love you baby," I whispered. "Love you too Kimmy," Matt replied as he made his way out to the living room. I smiled as I heard his cute baby talk to Abby as he tried to calm her down. I was so exhausted, moments later, I was fast asleep. XXXX End of Matty Meets Kimmy. I hope you enjoyed this series. I had a great deal of fun writing it, especially since some scenarios were picked right out of my life. Thanks for reading and the votes. As always, any and all comments will greatly be appreciated.
Don't Let It Go To Waste	15,082	4.57	280,675	[ "foo fighters", "dave grohl" ]	The wall had my back, as I kicked the toe of my pink Cons into the floor and contemplated how it was I got here. It started with a bout of "drink and mail." Far more dangerous than "drink and dial," which only embarrasses you with friends and ex-lovers. "Drink and mail" can embarrass you with complete strangers, including pop culture idols whose shrine you worship at. I had always believed I had the perfect pick up line for Dave Grohl. Then one lonely Saturday night, I let Jose Cuervo talk me into e-mailing it to the Foo Fighters home page. "In an alternate reality, on the way home from work I screwed my courage to the sticking point, and stopped into the Satyricon, and you bought me a beer, because drummers dig me." I followed this opening line with a rambling description of that reality, complete with a major brawl between Courtney Love and I. The resulting reply was a history lesson, on Scream, Bleach, and his invitation to join Nirvana in 1990. Feeling stung by the tone of the e-mail, which I imagined to be penned by some pimply faced intern, and sarcasm being my nature, I hit reply and wrote "Just my luck, I would have screwed Pete and not Ringo." I thought that would be the end of it, but the next day I got another e-mail praising the creativity, if not the historical veracity or grammatical correctness, of the scenario, "Especially, the cat fight. Do you think Linda and Yoko ever pulled each others hair?" A flirty correspondence sprung up, then tickets and this invitation by FedEx. And here I stood, feeling ill at ease, waiting. And then he appeared, looking like my idealized high school boyfriend, the scruffy face, the hair just asking to have fingers run through it, black T-shirt and lived in Levi's. I smiled my mood lightening. I watched him make the rounds, laughing with friends, giving hugs to women, lighting up a cigarette as two men cornered him and engaged him in serious conversation, slowly working his way over to collect two beers and make his way to where I stood. Offering one to me he said, "So drummers dig you, huh?" Accepting the beer, I grinned and said, "Yeah, you tell me why." We talked for a minute about everything and nothing in particular; he took a drag off his cigarette, and gave a nod of acknowledgement to a group across the room. "Hang around for a bit, I want to talk to you again." And he was off. I finished my beer, and drank another. He'd been working the room for about an hour, and suddenly looked trapped. I decided to make this an opportunity to reinsert myself into our conversation. I grabbed two beers and made my way over to him. He saw me coming and drained the bottle he had been nursing. I handed him a new one and pulled out my lighter to light the cigarette he placed between his lips. "...what about Metallica?" the other party was asking. Without looking at the other party, I ran my fingers through Dave's hair and said "Metallica are a bunch of whiny pussies that ruined Napster for everyone." Dave laughed and said, "That's why drummers dig you. Do you want to go someplace a little more private?" "Only since I got here," I replied. "Excuse us." I smiled at the other man as Dave led me off. "So where are we going? Up to your room and we can compare tattoos? Or the nearest broom closet?" We stopped and he backed me into the wall, and ran his hand up under my shirt, brushing his thumb over my bra and hardening nipple. He held my gaze. I exhaled a breath that I didn't know I had been holding; I reached up and pulled his face to mine. It started slowly at first, a tentative touch of lips and exploration of tongues, building to a rolling boil of passion. As Dave broke the kiss, I raised myself on my tiptoes trying to follow, and I heard him say, " The broom closet is closer." He ran his hands over my shoulders, and leaned in and stole another kiss, before saying, "but I am dying to discover your tattoos." "Whatever...just kiss me again before you take me there." I said and wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him into me as his lips devoured me again. I put my hands on his chest, and pushed him away slightly. With heavy breath I said "You better take me there soon, or some lucky Paparazzi is going to shoot the picture of a lifetime." He grinned and took my hand. "One flight and then, we'll catch the elevator. I don't want to go through the Lobby..." He let it trail off and shrugged. "What room are you in?" "513," he said opening the door to the stairs. "I'll race you," I said sprinting past him, and getting a good head start, but he caught me on the third floor, and took what little breath I had away by kissing me again. He caught my lower lip between his teeth, and gently pulled away, before running his tongue up my jaw line to my ear, where he whispered "That was not fair." His hands found my breasts, and slightly teased the nipples, and nibbled on my ear lobe before whispering "But neither is this," My knees gave out slightly as he abruptly let go of me, running up the remaining flights taking the stairs two at a time. "Damn it, " I muttered climbing with less enthusiasm than I had started with. When I reached the room he was sitting on the bed, his shirt and shoes off, legs crossed at the ankles, hands clasped behind his head, leaning against the headboard and a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin on his face. "I win," he gloated. I started to pull off my shirt, and he said "Uh-huh. I want to watch you undress as my prize." He slid to the end of the bed, and put his feet on the floor, pointed to the spot in front of him and said "Here." I moved in front of him, "Turn around, bend over, and take off your shoes." I did as I was told, and started to untie my shoes. I felt his hands start an exploration from my hips over my ass, slowly to the inside of my thighs, two fingers rubbing with the slightest pressure on my pussy. Involuntarily, I let a small moan escape my lips. "Now stand up, face me and unbutton your shirt slowly, starting at the bottom." He leaned back on his elbows, with a grin on his face as he watched. He saw me eye the hardening bulge in his jeans, and casually began to stroke it. As I reached the top button, I turned letting the shirt slip off my shoulders, and said "The first of two," and revealed a dragonfly tattoo on my shoulder. I completed the turn, and asked "What next?" "Jeans," he said. I worked my hips a little as I slid the jeans over them. When the jeans hit the floor, I stepped forward and put my foot on the bed, displaying the second of my tattoos located on the inside of my thigh. "Number two. A Foo Dog." Dave sat up and put his hand on my knee, leaning in to inspect it. "They put those at the gates of China Town." "And Imperial Palaces as guardians..." I paused distracted, as he began rubbing my pussy again, "against heathen invasions." "As seems to be happening now," he said with a voice thick with irony. I pushed him back on the bed, straddled him, leaned in and gave him a hungry kiss. My pussy did a slow grind on his very hard cock still confined in his jeans. I caught his moan of desire in the kiss. His hands found the lock on my bra and picked it. He began fondling my breasts, as he discovered the small rings he raised himself on one elbow, slightly unseating me. "You didn't say anything about piercings. Any other surprises?" He said unevenly through the kiss. "I swallow," I said unbuttoning the fly of his Levi's. He moved in and took a nipple in his mouth, his tongue playing with the ring. I ran my hand inside his pants and stroked his hard cock. "What do I have to do to get you out of those pants?" I asked, absently circling the tip of his cock with my thumb. He rolled me off of him, and stood at the end of the bed to kick his jeans into the corner. "Now you," he said pointing to my panties. I slid them off and shot them at him. He caught them and smiled. "Barbarians at the gate." He brought the panties to nose before tossing them in the direction of his jeans. Dave crawled onto the bed above me. I wrapped my legs around him. "The vanquished have a last request...strike hard." I closed my eyes and surrendered as he entered me hard and fast. My back arched and I cried out. I reached up and grabbed the hair at the back of his neck and brought his mouth to mine. "Fuck me hard," I repeated in between kisses. I ran my hands down his back and grabbed his ass trying to propel his thrusts deeper. He found his rhythm and I began meeting him thrust for thrust. I could feel the tension building and knew I was about to lose myself in ecstasy. I reached over and grabbed a hand full of bed sheets and let myself go. I arched my back and ground my pussy against him, crying out "Oh God, Yes." "That was impressive," said Dave. "Mmmm... Roll over Cowboy. I want to ride you." He rolled onto his back, bringing me with him. I adjusted my position so only the very tip of his cock was in my pussy. I began fucking him shallowly, never taking more than an inch of his shaft inside me. I could tell how maddening it was, he kept trying to bury himself deeper, but being on top I had the control to counter his thrusts and keep my position. Finally he asked, "Please...more," and I took his entire length into me. Pausing for a minute, I enjoyed the sensation of him grinding is cock deeper in me. I raised myself to the tip of his cock and let gravity bring me down. I did it again, but this time Dave grabbed my hips and I let him control the speed. The ride got faster and harder. I felt myself cumming and grabbed his wrists to steady myself. My passion broke on the down stroke. I threw my head back, and thrust my pussy against his cock, punctuating each thrust with "Yes." I felt Dave cum a second behind me. His fingers tightening on my waist, his back arching, forcing his cock deeper, I felt his spasms of release. I collapsed forward on him and said, "THAT was impressive." Neither one of us moved for a second as we caught our breath. Eventually, he brought a hand up and brushed a strand of hair from my face, "One question..." "Mmmmmp..." I said half asleep. "So...do you really swallow?" I folded both hands on his chest and rested my chin on them, so I could look him in the eye as I answered. I smiled at him sweetly and said, "Don't let it go to waste."
10 Reasons Why Casual Sex is Hot AF When You Are Over 60	36,448	4.5	2,163,024	[ "older woman", "friends with benefits", "older woman younger man", "cougar", "cub", "sex buddies", "milf", "milf hookup", "hookup" ]	I hope you enjoy this story and my thoughts on casual sex. Thanks for rating and leaving me a note! Cub: Are you busy? Cougar: No, just watching a movie. What's up? Cub: Just wondered if you want to come over and pick me up, we could mess around a little... Cougar: Twist my arm. Giggle. I'll be there in an hour. Cub: Dress sparsely. Something melts in me as a silly smitten smile spreads itself over my face. Yay. Stripping off my sweats, I looked in the mirror. My nipples were firm and already excited. Now that I knew him, my body turned on just thinking of the way he touched me. I started the shower and strolled naked to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine. To think I used to be too shy to walk around naked. "Your body is perfect, baby, exactly how it is. I love every single square inch of you and can't wait to prove it to you." Over time he told me this in countless ways until I actually started to believe it. Things had heated back up again after cooling down a bit over summer. Once again there was some hot making out going on in the backseat of a certain Cougar's car. Even though I was sexually dormant when I met him, he slowly but surely coaxed me to take a chance. Now I never knew when he would be back in town. In the beginning he just flirted. Great eye contact. He asked me, "Who takes care of you?" I was divorcing and working at a a dead end job. Literally, it was a cemetery. I hadn't had good sex for years and did not see myself as attractive. He did. Now I know why. Divorcing women put out a definite vibe Horny? Yes. But deeper than that, many new divorcees are willing to take risks for the first time in years. Especially when tempted by a younger man with an imagination. This was sure true of me. He makes me feel like I am 17 again. We are no strings attached, physical only sex buddies. He's in his 40s, I'm in my 60s. Tonight was another absolutely perfect play session. There is nothing like these midnight make out marathons. A fucking fountain of youth every single time. We drove to a dark parking lot at our usual dark shadowy park where the car would be hard to see and climbed into the back seat. He sat in the passenger rear seat and I snuggled in in front of him crossing his body with my own. He held me close and I inhaled his scent. My breath sped up and my body began to respond instantly to his touch. He ran his hands down my sides and over the outside of my yoga pants, down my outer thighs. He knows me well and I trust my pleasure in his hands. Mmmmmm. I shivered and a little moan escaped my lips. He slowly swept up my inner thigh lifting his hand as he approached top of the seam. I know my wetness has soaked through. Feeling the heat, he growled in my ear. Wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight, my body began to convulse gently. Breathing faster and thirsty for this squeeze I pressed my body into his. "I love this, oh god...." my voice faded into giggles. "I love making you feel like this." He said and started to kiss me again. We hadn't kissed like this in a very long time. Sweet playful kisses, nips and nibbles. Meanwhile his hand found its way up my inner thigh again and this time my legs swing open easily as he strokes me through the fabric of my yoga pants. The electricity of his touch through fabric always makes me squeal with delight. He knows how to press just right to trigger wave after wave of pure orgasm. "Are you ok?" He's kidding, right? Panting and shivering I managed to choke out, "Oh my yes...yes....please, baby." He covered my mouth with his and our tongues probed and danced as his hand pressed down between my legs. Minutes ticked by as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. When I think I am done, he laughs. "Not yet." He purrs in my ear and finds a new way to ramp me up into the O-Zone. Fuck. I think an hour went by. I was sweaty and punch drunk with pleasure. Catching my breath and grabbing the water bottle I giggled. You are such a good boy, such a very, very good boy. Hearing the whimper I knew he couldn't hold back, I reached down and felt him through his shorts. He was hard in my hands and helped me open his zipper. I love the feel of his hardness in my hands. It is exciting for me to have someone to play with, and I plan to take my time. I know he wants my mouth on him. I also know that making him wait makes it better. I pulled up his shirt and laid my head on his belly. He wrapped my hair in his fingers. "Oh Baby." He moaned as I blew over his most tender spot. I licked him long and slow and then I stopped and looked at him, batting my girlie green eyes and letting him know how very much I love messing around with him. I moved back up and we kissed again. Enjoying each other, feasting, nibbling, laughing and then I returned to his lap and cupped his boys in my hand. He is hairless and the velvety texture of the skin against my fingers is delicious. My hands ache to touch a man. When I have the opportunity I take my time with long slow strokes. My hands tingle with pleasure. He is good to me and takes the time to explore my developing sexuality. Why not have him as a BF? Because he would suck at it. Traditional relationships are super high maintenance and not for everyone or for every time. Casual sex can be the perfect solution when you are in between. Here is why it works for me. If you are a younger, come find us! We are shy at first and need to be coaxed! 10 Reasons Why I Love This Friends With Benefits Relationship 1. We have great sex. It is not making love but it is a sweet love-making that is in many ways best sex I've ever had. Maybe I will call it making pleasure. It is an amazing gift to spend a long time pleasuring someone. We are on the same wave length sexually and have little else in common. 2. He's a Ladies First kind of guy. While there have been a couple of quickies in our history, when we get together to play, we play. Sometimes for a few hours. He always makes sure that I am done and done in. I love that about him. By time I am in my orgasmic echoes, I can't wait to kiss, taste and play with him. 3. I'm a lady who loves pleasing her man. He is very verbal when I go down on him and I love that. It turns me on when he tells me how hot I make him feel. I love his hands in my hair. I am uninhibited and free flowing with him and the echoes of our time together feed my writing for days on end. 4. I love the detachment I am learning. I love how I feel when I am with him and I love how I feel when I leave him. I feel like I step into a time machine. I feel all of 17 years old again. Messing around in the back seat of the car is as much fun as it was once upon a time...no, more fun. Cuddling, kissing and fondling.... Heck, most of the sex I have with him is fully clothed. Hey don't knock it if you haven't tried it for a few decades. 5. I don't live with him. His life, habits, diet and sleep patterns are his own. I have my home, my life, my friends and my work that I nurture and enjoy. I don't need to disclose my private life, credit score or other personal information. I also don't need to run a credit check, meet his family, introduce him to my kids or plan any holidays together. (Practice safe sex at all times. Use protection. Be an adult.) 6. I choose my life with only me to care about. My career, my finances, my pets and my home are all my business. I am in charge of myself. I also am in charge of my own mood and well being. There is no checking in, getting permission or being micro-managed. I get to be Queen of my world. He is in charge of his. 7. Having a much younger sex buddy is great for my ego. I am newly divorced and not interested in a long term commitment with anyone right now. Orgasms make me feel grounded and calm. My friend with benefits is not my only resource. He inspires my solo sex life with the fantasies I write. 8. I am orgasmic without being in love. I have learned that orgasm can be separate from romance and emotional connection. I am doing it. There is a connection. We definitely enjoy each other. It is a lusty erotic ha cha cha but that is where it ends. Orgasm is more accessible because he is familiar and I trust him. My sex life is not dependent on him. Nor is his on me. When we are together, we are all in. When we are apart we are apart. A practice in presence. 9. I live the calm, grounded life of a well sexed woman. When a woman is getting enough sex (only she can know) there is an unmistakable impact on her life. Sex does a body good. Google all of the benefits of orgasm. 10. It is a little bit naughty. Being raised a good little Catholic girl and spending years wrapped up in religious opinions about sex, I am living out a life I never believed was even possible. I am redefining my own sex life. I am having mind blowing orgasms on my time, when I want and with who I want. I practice safe real time and virtual solo sex. I love orgasm and I love how I feel when I have a steady diet of safe erotic pleasure. If you want to find an older woman fun to date and have sex with, fantastic. Just remember, I have been doing this for years. In the beginning, I had to be gently coaxed into being playful sexually. This man, who took the time to draw me out slowly was richly, ravishingly rewarded. So was I. ❤️ Do you have questions about how to have successful casual sex? Leave a comment and ask your question. Thanks! Also, Please rate the story and tap the favorite button. I can feel the love when you do! 💋
Frankie (Female) Meets Randy	20,665	4.6	413,061	[ "farting", "breasts", "dirty weekend", "pussy twitching", "pussy fingering", "tight buns", "foreplay" ]	CHAPTER 1 BACKGROUND: Jack and Jill Hill have five married children and Frankie. Frankie has stringy hair, wears glasses, still suffers the occasional skin eruption, had been a straight 'A' student and her given name is Frances. \* \* \* Unknown to Frankie Hill, the big worry for her parents, siblings and many of the extended family was her parents turning sixty within the next twelve months and having a 30-year old child still living at home. Really appalling for Jack and Jill was the thought of entering married quarters in a retirement facility in a few years with a child still living with them. They would be ridiculed. But Frankie had no problem with sticking around home. Her stock and intelligent reply was, "Why leave home when you're happy?" Privately Jill fretted that Frankie might leave home and then who would do most of the cooking, the washing and ironing? And Frankie's weekly payment for food and lodgings was generous. The parents had long given up scrapping over which one of them was responsible for calling Frances Frankie. The origins had been lost in time and none of the kids could remember. The other kids had names that appeal like Ellen, Harry, Jackson, Elizabeth and Wendy-Lou, the pretty one of the family. Privately each of the other children was happy about Frankie living at home. Their mom was forgetful including over the timely payment of bills and habitually throwing away payment reminders thinking she'd paid that bill, and with Frankie she had support when she was worried about the threat of war in Europe or the rising price of food. Frankie was always there when their father called for Frankie to come and drive him home because he was so drunk he couldn't find the car (their mom didn't drive) or to be with him when mom was away visiting either of the grandmothers because he was hopeless staying on his own. With Frankie also away he'd expect someone else to feed the cat and would use the best china and wash it in the dishwasher and wouldn't get to work on time and would sometimes want all the kids home because he was missing Jill and Frankie. Then one day it happened: Frankie met Randy. It wasn't one of those explosive meetings, like in the films, where they met in the library and 'bang' they were suddenly having sex on a reading desk much to the amusement of everyone else in the library except elderly blind women (in the audio books section). But they did meet in the library. "Excuse me that was an impolite thing to do." "What was?" "Passing wind with a garlic odor." The guy said he did not. Frankie said he did. The embarrassed guy seated opposite them got up and left, emitting an explosive fart that practically shook the reading room. Frankie and the guy seated next to her howled in laughter and the supervisor, obviously with no sense of humor, pointed to the SILLENCE sign (spelling isn't a strong point of library staff) and when the laughter continued she evicted them. Frankie and the guy stood outside, mirth wiped from their faces and holding their expulsion card that stated they were banned from returning until February 30. Frankie and the guy looked at one another after looking at the date again and burst out laughing and acknowledged it was unfair to believe that supervisor had no sense of humor; at least she had a warped sense of humor. "Coffee?" said the guy. Frankie automatically said 'yes please' whenever anyone said 'coffee' ending with a voice rise, indicating a question. As the guy had already taken her arm to assist her across the street as if she were a 30-year old geriatric she offered no resistance. "It's a lovely day?" He frowned. "What? It's raining." She smiled and said where would Earthlings be without rain. He momentarily looked surprised and nodded in agreement, almost leading her into the path of an on-coming cab. "Oh Christ, sorry," he said as they leapt back at the strident blast of the vehicle's horn. "Accepted. That was more dangerous than the blast of that fart." Frankie had to help the poor guy finish crossing the street; he was almost doubled up laughing. He recovered and standing outside the coffee house said, "What's your name babe?" "I'm getting wet. Inside." Frankie couldn't believe it. For the first time in her life a guy had called her babe. "I'm Frankie Hill, an itinerant music teacher and part-time professional violinist." "Oh hi Frankie. I'm Randy Lewis." "Hi Randy. Get the coffee; I'll grab a table." "Wait, why didn't you laugh or recoil in horror?" "What at your name?" "Yes." "We have a family called Lewis living right opposite us." "No I mean Randy. Women either laugh with embarrassment or recoil in horror." "There's no accounting for ignorance Randy. I really don't think all guys called Randy think they are randy no more that all guys named Allan think they are a rock, or Branson's think they are a sword or all Michael's believe they are god-like." "You're different." "And you're making me wait for coffee." Randy grinned and went off, returning with a cappuccino for her and am expresso. She smiled, showing great teeth and pushed her chest forward and watched Randy tilt the tray dangerously. "Is that cinnamon or chocolate?" "Chocolate." "Ah, good man. You pass the test in producing my favorite coffee." "The truth is I didn't. At the counter I realized I hadn't taken your order so I asked the woman. She looked over at you and said, 'Cappuccino with chocolate is a safe bet for that young lady sir'." "Well done and that suggests you are both resourceful and honest." "Are those the qualities you like in men?" "Well, the truth is since I left college there haven't been men in my life in terms of dates. My fellow teachers are predominantly female and the females in my orchestra are a bit over three for every male." Randy smiled. "With a name like mine I've also had a drought. The name used to be very popular in the 1950s and 1960s but since then more and more people associate the name with the mainly foreign slang usage taking the meaning lascivious or lecherous. Mothers take a stand against me with a name like that and their daughters dutifully back off me." "Oh you poor guy. I suppose like me your stringy hair and wearing glasses doesn't help either. Would you like to date me?" "Well yes; that was the idea of inviting you to coffee. I was attempting to seize the moment but shyness seized me instead." "So an artful farter is responsible for getting you to this point?" "Er yes. You have a direct way of expressing yourself Frankie. Is your real name Frances?" "It was, but I have long since adopted Frankie and it's the name on my passport, driver license and legal documents. Please don't call me Frances." "I won't and don't you call me Ran like my family does. I consider my given name is Randy and that's it." "Oooh. That's taking a stand Randy; I like it." Randy stirred his coffee, the movement being unnecessary because he hadn't taken sugar. "May I get you food?" "No thanks. I watch my weight very carefully. Lose that fight and because of all my other faults I'm dead." "What about your other great assets?" Interested to learn what Randy had noticed, Frankie looked away to reduced the embarrassment he faced and said, "Great assets?" "Yes, your teeth, your brain, your breasts and your legs, for example." Frankie felt giddy. She squeaked, "My breasts?" "Oh god, did I say that. I just meant to say teeth and intelligence." "Well you didn't." "No, sorry." "How on earth did you have time to notice my legs?" "When we were ejected from the library; I followed you out." "Ah, yes. My memory wind-back missed that. It only covered from outside the library until I was seated here. I noticed you almost tipped the tray when you peered at my breasts." "Peered." "Gazed, stared, gaped, gawked, looked, viewed, watched, ogled, eyeballed – ah perhaps not gaped, they're not quite in that league." "I-I'm sorry." "Well I'm not. I look forward to the time you ask to see them." "I have to go Frankie. My mom and dad expect me to arrive home when they expect me. If I don't they worry that local youths may be stoning me again and chanting Randy, Candy, Mandy, masturbator." "Buy a gun Randy." "What?" "Ignore that Randy. It was just a random thought." Randy looked concerned. "Aren't you put off by what street Trolls call me?" "No." "Do you really think I need to pack a gun?" "Actually I think taking the more passive reaction and call on the police to crack down on street Trolls as you call them could possibly be more productive and avoid you illegally gunning down street Trolls." "You have a way about you Frankie. Um, before I take you out mom will have to approve of it. I know I'm thirty-one but I live at home and mom makes the rules." "It's called Home Rule Randy and I also live under it. Here's my card. Call me about meeting mother." \* \* \* As arranged, Randy met Frankie at the rail station. They shook hands like two guys so Frankie reached up and kissed him. Randy said 'Gosh' as his glasses fogged. He lived three stations out from the central business district. As they reached the corner of his street four Trolls appeared from nowhere and circled them chanting, "Oh Randy Dandy has found a Fucky Ducky." "Cut it out guys. Call me names but you be respectful to my lady or you'll be sorry." "Oh yeah," snarled a guy, throwing a pebble hard and close range and it hit the shoulder padding on Randy's suit jacket. Frankie charged, swinging her handbag and smashed the lout's glasses against his face, twisting the frames. "You bitch." Frankie kneed him in the lower gut and he went down gasping. The other Trolls bolted. Frankie helped the guy to his feet. He was still gasping and very white. "Lay off my fiancé and tell your buddies that. If I find you have disobeyed me I'll come after you with a .45 loaded with soft-nose bullets and gut-shoot you, understand?" The guy groaned and vomited, Frankie ducking behind him and pushing him down into the mess. "I-I can't believe it," Randy said as they walked off. "Well please forget it Randy. It's a bad example for you to follow but street-teasing for me stopped when I stood up to the mother-fuckers, girls included." "Do girls really...." Randy tailed off. "You are not very worldly are you Randy? Perhaps you better let my go and find a more refined female." "No, no. I want you." "Oooh Randy," Frankie said, grabbing and kissing him. Disapproval was all over the face of Randy's mother as she stood on the porch, arms folded over her flat chest. "Good evening Mrs Lewis, your spring bulbs are looking wonderful. I see daffodils, freesia and um, I'm afraid that's where I stop." "Oh hello. I'm pleased flowers interest you. I also have hyacinths, crocus, tulips, glory lilies and ranunculus in my garden, not all coming on together." "Of course not. I understand. But they are coming along when there's not much other color in the garden, right? At least that's what my gran taught me." "Oh my gran taught me more about gardening than anyone else. My mom was just not interested." "My mom prefers to buy cut flowers. This modern trend is such a pity for people who do have gardens." "Oh come in dear. Randy please do your duty and introduce us." Later that evening as the train approached the station Randy worried, "Are you really okay traveling alone?" "Of course I am Randy. It's you walking home that I'm worries me." "Trolls have removed themselves from my street corner, at least for the moment thanks to you. M-may I kiss you?" "Of course you can. I was fearful that wasn't on your mind." "Oh that's on my mind along with other things. Oh god, why did I say that?" "Just kiss me Randy. And walking home think about working up to those other things." They locked in a wonderful kiss and Frankie just made the train before the doors closed. The girls Frankie tutored were the first to notice changes in her; her parents were the last. Comments at students taking violin lessons included, "You are wearing nail polish Miss" and "You have had something done to your hair Miss. Mom says your hair care is appa something." "Appalling?" "Yes Miss. That's what mom said." Randy and Frankie were soon visiting the library again. The afternoon they returned the supervisor who'd tossed them out and red-carded them appeared not to recognize them, but grinned. The duo was now into holding hands. Frankie touched Randy's heavy-framed glasses and asked, "Do you want to look like a nuclear physicist rather than a modern guy around town?" "I-I don't know." "Well you should know. Damn it Randy, these things are important even to an assistant accountant." "Well I don't know." "But I do." "Well yes, I ought to have guessed that. I suppose you want me to change to pink frames?" "Oh very droll dear. I was thinking rimless glasses." "God they're expensive." "Of course. Good things tend to be expensive Randy. If I change to rimless will you?" "Yes, of course." "Oh excellent. And we may as well look for a couple of Italian-style suits for you at the same time. I'll look for tighter and shorter skirts. You told me when you first met me I had lovely legs." "I did but haven't seen much of them since then." "Would you like that omission remedied?" "Yes, very much so." "Then let's go away for a weekend." Randy's jaw almost hit the book on the table in front of him. Frankie knew he'd scramble out of this if he could. She looked across at the supervisor who smiled and winked at her. "When did you last have sex Randy?" He coughed and mumbled something. "What was that? How many years ago?" "A bit over ten months." "It may fall off if you don't use it Randy." Randy blushed hugely. "Shut your mouth Frankie. People can hear us." "Tell me Randy, what affect will that have on our lives?" Frankie whispered. He whispered back, "What, having sex or people hearing us?" "I like it when you're standing up for yourself. I ought to have whacked you one for telling me to shut my mouth but I went all soft and smiley and could feel my pussy twitching." "Frankie, please. Shut up." "I'll whisper this and gradually my voice will become louder as I repeat the request. "Randy, please take me somewhere for a naughty weekend. Randy, please..." "Yes Frankie soon. Now please shut up." "Oh darling, now my nipples are rising. Want to see them? Oh Frankie, don't turn purple like that. I'll shut up." Frankie and Randy had their eyes tested and Randy was told he only required glasses for close reading. He had no idea why he'd been wearing them continuously. They both loved their look in their new glasses and Randy was rather disappointed when Frankie made him put his glasses in the case and pocket it before they walked out to the street. Frankie told him he appeared to be walking taller and Randy straightened even more. Two afternoons later they met after Randy finished work and he boggled. Frankie had been fitted for new bras and her breasts now rode higher and appeared to be even more prominent. She was also in a new black skirt and near sheer black stockings. "Oh my, you look gorgeous." "So said some of my students and some of the females teachers and a couple of the guys appeared to see me for the first time. This is a sample of what you'll get when you take me away my potential lover." Randy, well into training, didn't attempt to look around before replying. "Will I need condoms?" But his head swung around wildly when Frankie smirked and said, "Only if you're thinking of going in the backdoor." "Christ Frankie, you'll get us arrested. Don't talk so loud." Frankie marched him over to a women's hair salon. "Barbers cut my hair." "Not this time. This is my hairdresser Maria. Your appointment is with her." "Hello Randy. Call me Maria. Frankie tells me you're taking her away for a hot weekend soon." The entire salon fell quiet. Maria and Frankie grabbed hands, blocking Randy's escape. "Yeah, we're thinking of nature walks in the wild," he said, and sat in the chair and attempted to pull the protective sheet over his head. Maria gave him a layered razor cut, creating some shape at the back of his head and cutting the top quite short. She finished by shaving his neck. "God Randy, I could take you away for a weekend myself," Maria said, looking at her work proudly. "Now you must use this product I've used to give your hair apparent bulk. The instructions are on the pack." "Darling," Frankie cooed, touching the side of his hair lightly, "You're the man." Randy called Frankie after she finished school next day sounding very excited. "The CEO called me in to his office a few minutes ago. He's elevated me to senior accountant status with a raise and congratulated me for my new look and what he called my sharper attitude. Then the fool asked me had I got a new woman." "I see and what did you say. Told him off for being unprofessional I suppose?" "No, I said, 'Rick, as a matter of fact I have; a real honey' and he said then hold on to her son. Then he floored me. He said the chief accountant retires at the end of the year and I'm in the running to fill the position." "Oh darling, congratulations. I'm so proud of you. Let's book into a hotel tonight and I'll give you a reward... or two." "Mom would never forgive me if I did that." "Oh dear." "Look let's go away for the weekend after next but this weekend I want to meet your parents. If they don't appear to approve of me I'll not take you away." "Oh dear." "Don't worry Frankie, I'll do all the right things." Frankie asked her mom could Randy come for lunch on Sunday. "Ah, so we get to meet this guy of yours at last." "Yes mom." "A guy like Randy will be a weed and feminine. I'll lunch out," said her father but Jill shrieked "Jack, stop teasing your daughter; apologize or there's no sex for your tonight." "What, you guys still have sex?" Frankie said, mouth agape. Her mom ran from the room crying "Oh no, oh no" and Jack told Frankie she shouldn't upset her mom like that. "She wanted to keep that a secret from you kids." "I'll not tell anyone. Dad, I'm really proud to learn that you can still maintain an erection." Her father smirked and told her to go wash her mouth out with carbolic soap. They shared a great laugh, unaware Jill was in the bedroom inviting all the kids for lunch on Sunday. When Frankie was informed about that she called Randy who said that was okay. "I'll get it all over with in one bang." "Oh, I thought that was what I'm to get next weekend?" Frankie expected to be told not to be so coarse but Randy laughed and told her if she thought she would get only one bang she was in for a surprise. "Oooh." His easy laugh made her feel very sexy. CHAPTER 2 Jack, his sons, sons-in-law and Randy were drinking beer on the back porch while the females where in the kitchen helping Jill and Frankie with the food. With the grandchildren, there were twenty-six people for the buffet lunch. "God, he's so sexy and handsome. How the hell did you manage to land him?" asked Wendy-Lou, who'd also noticed Randy was the tallest of the men and the best dressed in a black shirt, cream pants and snazzy Italian shoes. "Oh in the library and then he's just come out of his shell," Frankie said vaguely. "And my god, look at you," said Jackson's wife Priscilla. "I've never seen your hair looking so good and you now have sprouted the best tits of us all, even better than Wendy-Lou." "Oh these things happen," Frankie said vaguely. Elizabeth asked if Randy wanted her to revert to being Frances and was told no, Ellen asked, "How many times a day are you lovebirds doing it?" Even Jill stopped filling salad rolls to listen to the reply. "We haven't done it yet. That's why Randy is here today, to see if our parents approve of him." "Ohmigod, you want dad and me to take on that responsibility?" "Cut the drama mom," Frankie smiled. "Just let him know slyly if you approve of him. If not say nothing. Alternatively tell me." "In my day if he'd come calling on me I'd dropped my pants in a flash," Jill said, and they all roared with laughter. Late afternoon after everyone else had gone Randy stood with Frankie ready to leave. Jill kissed him and thanked him for coming and said he'd fitted in so well and had been so pleasant. "We'd like you to call again." "Well thank you Mrs Hill, Randy said, hugging her and patting her back. "Yeah, come back armed with more of those subtle jokes; my pants started falling off I was shaking in laughter so much." "That's kind of you Jack," Randy said, shaking hands. Frankie and Jill exchanged glances, knowing that Jack had invited Randy to call him Jack. Obviously he approved of the visitor and had done so in unusually short time. "You have your answer," Jill whispered, as she kissed Frankie goodbye. Her father hugged her hard and said loudly, "Well you guys enjoy the movie and dinner. I hope to see you back here again soon Randy." In the cab Frankie told Randy how impressed her family had been of him. "Even Wendy-Lou who usually behaves oddly towards other men. She thinks there is no man comparable to her Andrew." "Andrew is very pleasant and comes from a wealthy family I believe. Wendy-Lou told me that. Andrew only told me he was an architect." "Yes, well Wendy-Lou puts on pretences. She always has and can be such a bitch at times. I'm so glad my parents approve of you. So, are we away this weekend? Oh no, damn – it's the last Saturday of the month. We have a music workshop for the entire orchestra." "That's fine, we'll go the next week. Come on, don't look so glum." Frankie pulled his hand on to her left boob and held it there. "I just want sex," she whispered and tongued Randy. He coped rather well. \* \* \* Senior personnel at Randy's firm had a two-day seminar at the Royal Hart Hotel on Tuesday and Wednesday and that included accommodation on Tuesday night. He'd asked Frankie to drop in for a late drink but she declined, saying she was catering for a dinner for her parents and friends. An inexplicable feeling of dread hit Randy when he came face-to-face with Wendy-Lou in the hotel foyer and she grinned and said she'd noticed his name on the conference guest list. She added brightly, "I've put you in a room next to mine." "How on earth could you manage to do that?" "I'm the hotel's conference coordinator. I work on contract and sleepover when I have a conference." "Oh I see. That makes sense." "Let's have a drink tonight after your conference dinner?" "Okay, which bar?" "Um, I'll let you know." Wendy-Lou kissed him fleetingly and Randy's CEO noticed that and said later, "I see you know Andrew Barrington-Holmes' wife rather well." "Yes, had lunch with them on Sunday in fact." "Indeed? I think we should be directing more senior clients your way." What the hell was that about Randy thought and then grinned. Frankie would tell him it was the prelude to a partnership offer. Wendy-Lou was hovering at the dinner and spoke to most the conference delegates including Randy and others at his table but didn't communicate about having that drink. As dinner and the two speeches ended formalities for the night he was invited to the bar but declined and went to his room. He knocked on the internal door connecting to the adjoining room, assuming it to be Wendy-Lou's and had consumed sufficient wine not to feel nervous. The door opened the Wendy-Lou stood there, partly dressed. She smiled hugely and kissed him plumb on the mouth and turning said airily, "How lovely you came up early." "It's okay." "I apologize for being half-dressed." "It's okay. You have tight buns," Randy said thoughtlessly. "Oh do you think so? Then I'll just take this stupid little red tie off and unbutton this shirt a bit and stay like that. You won't mind will you?" "Of course not," Randy said, and only then realized Wendy-Lou wasn't wearing panties. He swallowed, deeply." She poured him a glass of champagne. The only button on her shirt not done up was the very bottom one. Randy resolved if she said it was hot in the room and began taking off her shirt and bra he was out of there. But she didn't. Instead she sat in the chair opposite Randy and crossed her legs. Those legs appeared to go on forever. Randy wasn't sure if he'd realized just how much leg a woman had above her knees. Of course he was looking at thigh up to the hipbone. "You are looking at my legs. Do you like them?" "Um, sure," Randy said defensively. Wendy-Lou said, "Oh come on Randy, relax. I'm not out to seduce you." Relieved, Randy did his best to relax and succeeded rather well. "You are the most attractive of the sisters and sisters-in-law." "Oh Randy, how observant you are. I think that too, she says immodestly," Wendy-Lou said giggling. "Are you enjoying fucking my sister?" Randy couldn't understand why she'd say that, but alarm bells were ringing in his head. "We, um, are not quite into that yet." "Oh come on Randy. All women like being fucked. What's the holdup?" "W-we are working up to it." He thought no way would he tell her about the planned weekend away. "I thought the dinner went very well, didn't you? The speakers were mercifully short." Ah she was away from sex, realizing at last he just wasn't interested. "Yes and it was excellent catering by the hotel." "Oh thank you very much. Do I have good legs darling?" Randy couldn't believe it. Wendy-Lou was holding up a leg and outwards. He could see her pussy, with very little hair around it. He ought to tell her he could see it. Or did she want him to see it? He tried to keep calm. "Your legs are beautiful Wendy-Lou – long and shapely and I better be going." "Oh no darling. This bottle is open. We must finish it. Come over and I'll top up your glass." Randy was reluctant to stand up. Looking at the shapely legs and then pussy had given him a boner. "Come over darling. Don't be embarrassed if you are sporting an erection. I like to see that in men." Yeah he bet she did, Randy thought. He stood and her eyes fixed on his crotch and her smile widened. He said informatively, "I wear glasses to read and sometimes stutter." "Oh do you darling," she said without saying what an extraordinary statement he'd just blurted. "You'll only want glasses with me if looking for pussy hair. I have most removed." "You don't mind displaying your pussy to me?" "No darling; I regard pussy as one of my best features." "But you hide your breasts." "Well darling; we're not all perfect. I required padding." It was just too much for Randy. He felt the need to put her down, to um de-sex her. "They you won't be interested in me. I like big tits." "Yes, my little sister's big ones. I wondered if that were the attraction," Wendy-Lou said, filling his glass. "Sit on my knee Randy." "No." "Very well. Go back to your chair." She put down his glass, held out both legs and began fingering herself. She sucked her fingers and Randy felt disgusted and his erection subsided. He gulped down his drink and began to leave. Wendy-Lou sneered, I'm disappointed in you." "Well under the circumstances I'm proud of myself." He saw much of her fist disappear into her pussy and she began to sob. Randy didn't return a couple of calls from Frankie and on his first day back at the office she tricked him by using the office line and not giving her name. "You haven't called me back." "Who is speaking?" "Frankie you idiot." "Oh." "Well?" Randy told her what had happened. "Ohmigod, my fucking sister the slut. And now you feel used and abused and unable to face me?" "Something like that." "Oh you poor man. Look, meet me at O'Reilly's bar at 6:30 and then I'm taking you to dinner." "Okay." "A big more enthusiasm would be appreciated." "Yes, I look forward to that. Really I do Frankie. This has knocked me out of my comfort zone." "Well I'll work on that over time. I'm just so happy you didn't succumb to that bitch." "Let's remember she's your sister Frankie." "Oh I'll get it sorted. Then we can all start again." They ended the call and Randy wondered what Frankie had meant by she'd get it sorted. Frankie came into the dimly lit bar wearing sunglasses. Randy hugged and kissed her and asked, "What's with the shades?" Frankie grinned and took off the dark glasses, showing a very swollen eye already turning black. "I had it out with the bitch and thought I was quick but obviously not quick enough because she landed me a beauty. But I finally belted her down and kicked her between the legs." Randy looked around nervously and saw people nearby were listening, so groaned and shrugged. "She'll not bother you again. I called Andrew and he came and took her to Accident and Emergency to have the cut lip stitched. It shouldn't scar but will be fucking painful for her. When Andrew arrived she cried that she hoped I'd forgive her and then blubbered to Andrew what she'd done. He smacked me on the ass affectionately and said thanks and I could see he really meant it." "Wow." "Are you pleased with me?" "Very. I believe you have affected permanently resolution and only hope she'll be back talking to us again in time." "She will. Blood runs thicker than semen from a mindless fuck." The people listening laughed and Randy found himself joining in. He kissed Frankie and said, "Well done... you're a champion... a tough bitch but a champion." "Oooh," Frankie said, dragging Randy's hand on to a boob. Getting away as planned to the cabin Randy had rented for the weekend ended in a huge upset when Frankie was called an hour before they were due to pick up the hire car and leave. Almost in tears she said she was pleading for understanding. "I felt obliged to fill in for Jocelyn who has been stricken with food poisoning. All other violinists have engagements but me. Spring weddings make it a busy time. But you go." "No." "Yes, it will be a break for you from the city. There are no refunds at this late hour. Take someone." "Who, Wendy-Lou?" "Although you're disappointed," Frankie said, "at least you have your humor operating. When are your parents due home?" "About another couple of hours." "Then let's do it; I' on my way." "No." "Randy, I can't go on week after week and not get it." "Okay." They undressed, in great spirits. Randy slurped one of her tits and she gave him a couple of tentative tugs. He then lifted her on to his dick and with Frankie groaning she was not moist enough he bent over on to the sofa, still connected and began drilling her. The slap, slap indicated natural lube had come to Frankie's rescue. Randy suddenly tensed and then began convulsing into her. "Is that all?" Frankie complained. "We fucked didn't we?" "Yes be where was all the gentle foreplay rising in tempo?" "What's foreplay?" "Oh god," Frankie wailed. "And I didn't get off." "Here... I'll do it with my fingers." Frankie sighed and said at least that was something. \* \* \* Randy stopped at the store as the Mullins had instructed, half a mile from their cabin. "Yes darling? I haven't seen you here before," said the dark-eyed 40-year-old with two noticeable features and she caught Randy staring. "I need food." "Oh yes, what kind of food? We have dog biscuits..." "Um for me to eat." "Oh darling, you do know how to cook do you?" "I think so." "On a gas stove?" "What's that? My girlfriend is a great cook but she had to stay back in the city." "Where are you heading for darling?" "It's the Mullin's cabin." "Oh are you Randy Lewis?" "Yes, how did you know?" "I'm Patti Mullins, the Mullin's eldest daughter. Look, I close at 4.30. Tell me what you eat and I'll bring it up and cook it for you." "Okay. That sounds great. Why don't you stay for dinner as well and bring you husband and family?" "My children are away at college and my husband went to the city for a boy's drunken weekend." "Oh, sounds fun." "I suggest you ask my husband that late Sunday if you're still here. Well off with you. I'll select a weekend pack for you. You can pay me on delivery. You can take a six-pack of beer now." "I'd rather take wine. I don't drink beer." "Oooh, my kind of guy. Here you are – two bottles should get you going. There's not much to do up there – no TV." "What do I do?" "Be creative young man; be creative. There are tons of books as mum and dad are avid readers. I stock jerk magazines if you want them?" "What are jerk magazines?" "Ohmigod, you don't know do you?" "Explain and perhaps I do know." The woman laughed and said magazines full of tits and pussy to masturbate over. "I hope they are not second-hand books," Randy said earnestly. The woman laughed hysterically and he left, waving goodbye as she wiped tears from her eyes. Randy settled in and was listening to light classical music when he heard a vehicle arriving with apparent ease and he sniffed, "Four-wheel-drive". He'd had great difficulty getting up the incline in the front-wheel drive sedan. He went out to greet Patti and help carry in the supplies. Plain, with blotchy facial skin indicating no make-up, she eyed him coolly. "I'm doing nothing until opening the store at 9:00 in the morning." "Great, let's get this in a have a couple of drinks. I'd appreciate company." They sat in the lounge chairs looking out the picture window down the valley. The far hills were under misty rain. Out of the blue Patti said, "I haven't had sex for a while." "I don't get it as often as I'd like." She sipped more wine and sighed as if giving up waiting for a more promising reply. "Do you find me attractive enough to have sex with me?" "God yes. What's your thinking?" "What's my thinking? Don't you know much about sex? You should – you look thirty." "Well some get all the babes and some rarely do. I belong to the latter unfortunate group. Look, could we have sex and you help me along, making it better for you. I've upset some women because of my 'lack of finesse' as one called it and another said. 'With you it's in-out-in-out and a big yawn'. Patti scratched under her arm and laughed. "Well now, that wasn't very flattering for you, very negative in fact. Let's go over to the sofa. Now show me what you've got." Patti sat, relaxed, one arm over the back of the sofa. Red-faced, Randy unzipped and hauled it out. "Ohmigod, those stupid women not taking you in hand...ah... not coaching you along. You have tremendous potential. I haven't had one that big up me in years. Okay, here we go. So what do you usually do now? Run the monologue as you go." Randy cleared his throat self-consciously. "I attempt to move in calmly, smiling and I say, "I'm really looking forward to this. I kiss her and then say, 'Lift you ass up will you while I get these panties off." "This is role play. I'm lifting, get them off." "But aren't you going to give me tips as we go along?" "Fuck me first, just as you try to fuck your other women. I'm surprised you get that far." "Well that's the main problem. I don't. Some moan that I rush them and use crude technique and I had one rude bitch ask didn't my mom teach me how to fuck. I ask you? I was so upset I walked out on her." "Oh dear. Now where were we?" "Lift up while I get your pants off. That's it. So I give pussy a couple of pats and shove it in like this." "Jesus!" "What's wrong?" "That was sudden and I'm rather dry." "Well that's your problem." "So you go in and out a few times and then what Randy?" "I come." "And then what?" "I pull out and wipe my dick, usually on her panties. The woman usually rolls her eyes, grabs her panties and stalks off or sits back and sulks. Why are women in such a bad mood after sex." Patti said airily, "I would think they're contemplating murder." "What?" "It doesn't matter. Zip up and I'll pull my panties back on again. Now I want you to think about this before answering. Does a woman have a stomach, tits, shoulders, lips, tongue, cheek, hair and ears?" "I see. Are you saying I don't give those parts attention?" "Yes and I can't believe a guy could have reached thirty without increasing his knowledge about that. Do you know anything about foreplay?" "I've read about women complaining about the lack of it but they don't explain what they mean. All I know is I'm eager to get a shot away and surely women are too. I hear guys scoff about women moaning about the lack of foreplay. We think it's women being nervous about having sex. God, I've had a couple of very tight fits and you'd think I was murdering those women. So, you're telling me I have to pay more attention to them before I fuck them?" "Yes Randy. That's exactly what I'm telling you. Now we are going to pour your best bedside manner on to me and it will be fifteen minutes before you get you boner into me again and if I'm lucky enough I'll be dripping and it will slide in without any problem as if it's my glove fitting your hand." "Wow, you make it sound sexy." "Thank goodness for that. There may be some hope for you." Patti taught Randy how to move in, caressing her and kissing her lightly, stroking her hair, brushing it away from her eyes and mouth and slowly, ever so slowly increasing the pressure on the passion throttle. She showed the alternatives to undoing a bra and explain how he had to talk sweet nothings and make out the breasts, the nipples and even the areola were up there with the seven wonders of the world of intimacy. "Areola?" Patti lectured on the size, shapes and colors and that he must never ridicule or even poke fun at a woman about her breasts or pussy. "What you are about to get when you get a woman in this position is as good as you're going to get in the meantime, so make the best of it. You could try to think of it being better than it is and guess who is going to be very happy about that impression gained from you?" "Your are being very helpful Patti," Randy said earnestly, while Patti holding his fat dick trembled. Focusing, she took Randy though the whole gambit and his eyes practically gyrated as he blew a huge load into her towards the end of his training session although Patti would tell him over dinner she'd call it a grooming session because he was very adept at the core fundamentals with the exception of foreplay. After a wholesome and beautifully cooked and presented meal they had coffee and then Patti said artfully, "What would you like to do now Randy?" Frankie eyed her big floppies and licked his lips. "Oh I see. Well mommy is agreeable for you fucking the night way. Yummy." Next afternoon Randy called into the store on his way home. They kissed and Patti said he must never tell anyone about his time on the mountain with her. "Your current girlfriend will not appreciated learning you have been trained by another woman, believing it to be her role, and my husband would not appreciate learning on the grapevine that his wife is a slut." "Goodbye mommy," Randy said, entwining tongues. As they came out of that he added, "You are no slut. Apart from my real mommy, you're the most influential female I've even had the pleasure of knowing." "Ohmigod," Patti said, her eyes hooding. She had Randy fuck her over the counter and they'd only just disengaged when two cars pulled up outside. Driving home Randy wished he hadn't fucked Patti again because he wanted to give it to Frankie full throttle but it wasn't his fault; Patti had hit on him so hard he couldn't say no. Some women appeared to be real tigresses. He called Frankie as soon he arrived, thinking he could take her somewhere and fuck her before returning the hire car but her mom said Frankie was exhausted because the wedding function continued till 2:00 am and Frankie was back at 11:00 am as a quartet playing chamber music. She asked should she get Frankie to call him but Randy said he'd call her next day. CHAPTER 3 Randy was checking Frankie's list to see which college she was teaching music that day when she called. "Hi, welcome home. How did it go?" "It's lovely hearing your voice again," he said. "Oooh. I must send you away more often. Mom said you called early evening. Sorry I was asleep but it had been a tiring weekend, but worth it financially. I kept thinking of you up at the cabin, alone and lonely." "I kept myself occupied, attempting to track deer, going for long walks. The woman at the store is the married daughter of the couple who own the cabin. She was good with instructions." "Instructions?" "I mean directions about the best walking tracks. I must tell you this. There was a handbook about sexual instruction in the cabin; I studied it intently and it would appear I have been rather thoughtless about the female's perspective." "Oh yeah? That's handy. I hope the revelations have been stored in memory?" "You'll have to wait and see, won't you? Um, what are your thoughts about sharing an apartment?" "God, that would make our respective parents both sad and yet relieved. Let's start looking after work today." "Oh great. Oh I'm so pleased you like the idea Frankie. We could have sex on the hour ever hour." "On the other hand perhaps I might think of continuing living with my parents, unmolested," she giggled. "I must go. Students await me." The excited young couple looked at four apartments early that evening and they were encouraged at what they found. They'd left Audrey their real estate salesperson with a far more detailed concept of what they wanted and she smiled and said she had two that came within that narrowed confines. They arranged to meet at 5:15 next evening. When Randy arrived with the drinks at a booth in the bar Frankie kissed him. He then said, "May I touch your pussy?" "What? No ignore that; I heard what you said. My goodness, what were they teaching you in that book?" "Not to grab at it?" "Ohmigod, that's a step forward for you. I see what this is about – general permission?" "Yes, with the knowledge you'll expect me to be discreet and not to zero in as a single hit." Frankie giggled, caught Randy's hand and placed it on her thigh as they kissed. Eventually after a while of thigh caressing as they drank and talked Randy didn't have to be told to zero in; Frankie indicated that by hitching up her skirt. "Oooh, oooh," she sighed a few moments later as a finger worked slowly to part her lips. Frankie reached for Randy and found an erection but just held it, making no attempt to play with it apart from the occasional squeeze. When she finally came she sighed and said, "That was lovely darling, so gentle. If we were in our apartment I'd fuck you right now." Randy thought proudly, well if women want is gentle and slowly he was the man. At the Realtor's office next evening as soon as they signed up for the minimum period of six months for the furnished apartment they went through the tedious details and confirmed they had checked out the lists of furnishings etc. As soon as they were handed the keys and security code, they raced off excitedly to their new home. They had sex on the carpet and went out for dinner and called their parents who'd been primed to expect the end to successful apartment hunting that evening. Both sets of parents were invited to dinner at the apartment on Friday evening and were pleased to receive the invitation so soon. Frankie took Randy's hands and said, "You were so wonderful at sex this evening; it was like being fucked by a different man." Randy pretended to frown. "Just how many guys are fucking you?" Frankie shrank in embarrassment, her face scarlet. "You fool, I was meaning this time compared with the last time you and I had sex. Tonight you played me like a violin. It was excruciatingly wonderful. Oh Randy, I do love you so." "You are on emotional overload." "Perhaps I am but I've been thinking this for some time and it was only that nagging thought that you might never be a sensitive lover that worried me. And now that doubt has evaporated." "So, it's now sex on the hour every hour?" Frankie smiled. "I was thinking once a week. However now we have set our parameters we can begin negotiations." "What if I were to toss in an engagement ring and allow you to tell your family and friends and to suggest sex once a day, would you consider that a reasonable offer?" "Oooh Randy. An engagement ring would influence me profoundly. I would be prepared to accept the ring and because you are such a darling young man, perhaps sex could be set at twice a day?" "Twice a day minimum." "Minimum is a dangerous word Randy." He grinned and looked at his watch. "Ranger's Home Store doesn't close till midnight. Let's have a steak and then go to Ranger's and buy bed linen and stuff we need for the bathroom and kitchen and settle in for a night of sex. During sex I'll talk to you about minimum while performing to the maximum." "Oooh." THE END
Hotel Porter to Private Maid Ch. 03	31,995	4.57	598,908	[ "forced", "bondage", "slut", "gay", "group", "bdsm" ]	Firstly, thank you for you kind comments and feedback, they are very much appreciated, and secondly I must apologise for the lack of proof reading in my previous chapter. I hope this chapter is better. Thanks KinkyBiLad Mathew had just finished firing his load deep into my bruised and red ass, with a loud grunt. This sent his friend Gareth over the edge and he pulled out his 9.5" cut cock out of mouth and sent his cum over my face. After the first couple of spurts he placed his cock head back into my open mouth and fired the rest in to my mouth. It filled my mouth quickly, so quick I couldn't swallow it all and it dropped gently on Gareth's feet and the floor. When Mathew and Gareth had finished they laughed, then Mathews powerful and commanding voice echoed through the room "Alexis, what a mess you have made of my friends feet, and over my polished floor. You had best lick it up." I instantly responded and lowered my head down and began to lick the spilt cum of the floor and off Gareth's boots. "Such a good little sissy isn't she?" Gareth said to Mathew who just laughed, I on the hand felt this compliment was one of the best things I had ever heard, and surprisingly was so turned on by it. When I had finished, I remained on my knees watching Gareth and Mathew get dressed and get ready to leave. "I'll be down in a minute, wait for me in reception" Mathew said to Gareth, who only nodded in agreement and pressed the button for the elevator, he got in and the metal doors closed. As soon as they were closed Mathew walked over to me, a smile on his face, he lowered himself so his face was level with mine. "You did really well today Alexis, very well. Gareth was very pleased with you as was I" He said kindly. Then he did something I did not expect, he reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a handkerchief and gently wiped some cum of Alexis's cheek before gently placing a kiss on her now smudged ruby red lips. Mathew didn't say anything else after this, just picked himself up, pocketed the handkerchief and walked to the elevator; he got in and then was gone. As soon as I heard the doors close, I smiled and tear ran down the side of my face. I was so happy. Let me explain how I received the best compliment in my life. After my last entry a couple of days have past. The last time I saw Mathew was last night. I had just got out of the shower and was exploring my make up technique, which had got so much better than before, it now didn't take me long to apply it and get myself ready. Once my face was on, I walked to the wardrobe, Mathew had put in some new outfits for me, it was then I noticed a label on one in a clothes bag, I read it and tingle of excitement shot through me. "Alexis, my dear would wear this tonight" it read, in beautiful hand writing. I couldn't wait to open it, and see what was inside. I unzipped the bag and took out the garments, it was not my traditional outfit, and it wasn't much of an outfit. Inside was some very sexy lingerie, it was a red silk thong and corset, a pair of red stockings and garters, a very short red silk dressing gown, that barely came down to the bottom of her ass, a pair of red leather stilettos and top it off a burlesque mask. It was red, with soft silk feathers and diamantes. The mask just covered my eyes, as I dressed and saw myself in the mirror my cock started to rise and harden behind its silk sheath. Mathew had removed the chastity device; he said "it was to give me a rest, but if I played with myself, it would be back on and so tight you will not be able to walk", his command and I obeyed, no matter how excited I got, by myself looking the way I do, or the smooth soft silk caressing my cock, I will not play with myself. Just as I was admiring myself, the bell rang. I wasted no time, I took my position on mu knees ready to greet my man, my head bowed ready for hm. Just the way he likes me. The doors of the elevator opened, I saw a pair of shoes and legs, a little confused as these where not Mathews. Fear set in, images of being found out that I was sup here. Perhaps a member of staff from the hotel came looking for me and what would he find me dressed like this. "You must be Alexis. Mathew has told me so much about you." The voice was deeper than Mathews, and just as smooth. "Please lift your head" he asked. I did as I was told, my eyes travelling up his body, I reached the top of his pants, and carried on till I saw his face. He was devilishly handsome, not like Mathew but in a different way. He was 6'8", black skin, brown eyes, and no hair on his head. He had a stunning smile which glinted with sparkling white teeth. "My name is Gareth, I am a close colleague of Mathew's, and he has spoken very highly of you, his little sissy slut" Gareth said his voice if possible deepening as he spoke, I could see lust in his eyes, I could see wanting. "I see you have dressed just how I wanted you. I have paid Mathew a lot for this privilege, he told me to give you this" Gareth passed me a letter which read. "Alexis, for the next hour or so, you must keep Gareth company. You must do anything he tells you. No Questions" I nodded and handed him back the note, Gareth began to remove his shirt. "Wait for me on the bed, all fours" Gareth commanded. I followed; not wanting to disappoint Mathew, for if I didn't Gareth would surely tell him. I went to bedroom, climbed the bed and assumed the position. I was confused, hurt and sorry. Had I done anything to Mathew for him to sell me like this, I tried to do everything Mathew asked me to. Just in the middle of these thoughts, a felt a sharp firm pain which took me by surprise, I turned my head and saw that Gareth had slapped my ass hard; he was now stroking it gently, and smiling. "That's mighty fine piece of ass you have, Alexis" and he slapped it again. I moaned as I felt his hand sting my skin. "Remove the gown Alexis". I did as I was told, raised myself and undid it, letting it slip gently of my shoulders. Gareth took and placed it on the chair besides the bed. I resumed my position. "There a couple of things you need to know Alexis." He said "The first is i am going to use you, enjoy everything about you, the second as Mathew has said you will do what I ask with no questions or requests to stop, and finally you are not allowed to cum until I say so. If you do you will be punished. Understand". "Yes Sir" I told him, I fully understood my orders, the only thing I didn't understand is why Mathew renting me out, I thought I was his, and only his. I did not have time to figure it out, as Gareth had started. "Please remain still, while I prepare you" and with that he slipped a red leather collar over my neck and fastened it tightly, there was a metal a ring on the back of my neck, which he threaded a piece of rope and pulled it tightly, keeping my neck and head in the air. He tied the ends of the rope to the feet of the bed behind me; he then put red leather cuffs with a similar ring on each of them on my wrists and threaded another piece of rope through each of them and fastened them to the rope holding my head and neck up. The way he had arranged the ropes was that if I fell forward, the rope would tighten and pull on my neck tightening the collar, stopping me from breathing. "Safe and sound" Gareth said and then moved to my head, he slipped an "O ring gag" into my mouth and fastened it tight around my head. "Now the fun begins" he said darkly as he looked down at me helplessly. He got off the bed and removed his pants and underneath he was wearing a leather pouch, which was having trouble constricting the massive fleshy cock behind it. When I saw the bulge in the pouch I sorry fully admit forget all about Mathew. It was then taken out of vision, and then I felt it. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. It wasn't a hand this time, it wasn't the paddle, it was something else, there were lots of stings all over my ass. I then felt something begin dragged over of my bare skin, and then again. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. The pain was terrible. After the first lot of whippings the shock made me jump and fall forward slightly, instantly the ropes took this for there cue and tightened. I managed to push back and steady myself. I moaned and groaned with every hit. Until finally I screamed, well as much as I could with my mouth gagged. This was obviously Gareth's intention. I felt the whip being replaced with a hand; it stroked and caressed my tender ass. His hand moved slowly to my silk thong, I felt him tug it down, exposing my hole to him. Then he did something I did not expect. I expected to get more whacks, more hits, more pain, but instead I felt hot breath on quivering sphincter, then a gentle kiss, then a tongue circling my hole slowly. The feeling was amazing, I loved it, and he was teasing my hole with such mastery and ease. I felt him push his prodding tongue into my hole, he was going as deep as he could, and he rolled his tongue and fucked my ass with it. I moan with joy feeling it hammer its way in and out of me, making me wet and ready. In a flash it was gone, and the whippings had started again. It seemed the more I moaned in pain the more excited he got. My backside was sore, so tender and sore, I didn't think I could take much more of it, then it stopped and his tongue was there again. Exploring as much of my pussy as it could find. "You have such a gorgeous ass Alexis, and from the way you are acting, with just my tongue in it, I can't wait to see you squirm like the whore you are with my cock deep inside you." He said his words where electric I could not wait either for it. I felt a cool liquid being poured on my ass, it was like oil, "this will just take the sting away, and bring down the redness" he said as he began to massage it over my buttocks, and down my crack, before introducing his finger to my anus, he pushed it, and pushed it further into me, I wiggled my hips wanting more and more, he then inserted a second and then a third, and began rolling his fingers in me. Suddenly they were yanked out and he spanked my ass with an almighty slap. The force knocked me forward, I could not stop it, I lurched forward and suddenly I couldn't breath, I was choking, the collar was tight incredibly tight and closing my wind pipe. I coughed and gagged, my eyes shut tightly. I was scared, I thought this was the end of me, then it was gone, I felt a pair of strong hands on either side of my face lifting my head up, I opened my eyes and saw it for the first time. He had removed his leather pouch and now I was faced with the huge black throbbing 9.5" circumcised black cock. I was fascinated by it, I wanted it, and I didn't have to wait long. He thrust his hips forward sliding his cock through the gag and into my wanting mouth, my tongue trying to play with as much of it as I could. "You like black cock don't you Alexis, for fucking whore" he shouted "Yeah take my cock, take right down your throat" he shouted and started to fuck my face and throat hard and fast. Just the way I liked it, there was no mercy, and I had a feeling even I did want it none would be given. What added to this already incredible sensation was every time he thrust his member down my throat, he pulled me forward and the collar tightened, squeezing my throat around his cock. I gagged and coughed but this turned him on more and carried on hammering his way home. My own cock at this point, was oozing pre-cum and was begging for some release, I tried to push it out of my mind, I was told not to cum and I was not going to. Gareth yanked his member out of my mouth and smiled, he got off the bed after making sure I was in a safe position, he then started to rub his cock up and down my crack, I could feel my saliva on it, I could feel his heat wanting to get inside me, it happened, he began to push his cock into me. It stretched me, and the whole process caused me to let out a deep and low moan, as I felt the head pop it. Gareth rested for a moment letting me get used to his cock in me. Then it started the long slow ride down his cock, his hands on my hips pulling me down onto his cock, impaling me on his member until I felt his full balls touch my ass. He paused again, allowing me to get adjust to his size and girth. "You love having my big black cock in you don't, you little white slut, you just loving serving men don't you, you whore" he shouted and then began to thrust, and fuck me hard and relentlessly, pulling me onto his cock with every thrust, I was in heaven, the feeling of being filled just by cock was amazing. I new my place now I was to serve Mathew and his friends, hell I would serve anyone who treated me like this. I really started to become the slut, the sissy, the whore Mathew wanted me to be. Gareth had built a steady rhythm now and was fucking me hard and fast, pulling his cock all the way out till only the head rested in my ass, and then slamming it back into me. Then I felt it, as if it couldn't get any bigger, Gareth's cock started to swell, his thrusting increased faster, harder, deeper and then with a scream of pure carnal lust he fired his hot cum deep into my hungry ass, his thrusts slowing down, but not loosing power as he kept on firing shot after shot into my ass. When he stopped he pulled out his cock, and instantly felt empty, I could feel his cum oozing its way out of me and down the inside of my thigh. He took the gag out of mouth and placed his slippery black cock into it, "clean me up". I did, and with great pleasure and greed, I licked his cock, sucked it getting every bit of cum of it and swallowing it. When I had finished, he told me to go to the bathroom, and clean myself up. "Don't think that's the end of it slut, I want another go of that mouth of yours in a bit." He shouted as he untied me and helped me off the bed, he gave me my thong and told me to cover myself up. My raging hard on didn't go unnoticed as he watched me enter the bathroom. I started to clean myself up and didn't see Gareth enter. I had finally slipped my thong back on and tried to conceal my cock, but then one hand of Gareth's strong black hands grabbed me from behind, holding my throat and pulling me close to him. His other hand snaked down my body to my cock; he reached in and began to jack me off hard. It wasn't long before I was cumming in my silk thong, when my orgasm had finished, Gareth wiped his hand and then left me to recover. I rested for a moment and got cleaned up. When I was clean I left the room, and I heard a familiar voice greet me as I entered the bedroom. "Hello my dear". There was Mathew, a smile on his face "I'm guessing you enjoyed yourself this evening with Gareth?" he asked. "Yes sir, I am so sorry sir" I said beginning to panic a little, "I only did what you asked me to sir, I didn't mean to enjoy myself." I said, but it was all in vain. "Alexis, I wanted you to enjoy this evening, and don't forget the evening is still not over, now come through to the main room and serve Gareth and I some drinks would you dear?" I was stunned, I honestly thought I had done something wrong, I thought me enjoying myself would be wrong. I followed Mathew into the main room and poured the drinks that they asked for and served them to them. "Alexis, now come and rest here" he said and pointed to a space he had made in-between his legs. I followed my orders to the letter and kneeled down in0between his legs. "Undo my pants and take out my cock." He ordered, and I did, I undid his pants and he lifted himself of the couch so I could pull them down along with his underwear. There was his beautiful cock, the one I loved so much, the one I would worship for as long as I could, I removed his shoes and slipped his clothes of. "Carry on Alexis" he said and I did. I took his semi hard cock into my mouth and began to suck it for all I was worth; I bobbed my head up and down on the bulbous head, my tongue exploring every inch of his magnificent tool. "My God, she really is a cock hungry slut isn't she?" Gareth said from behind me, stroking his own huge cock. "Alexis dear, please show our friend Gareth how much love sucking cock." I realised Mathews cock with pop, and nodded, and crawled over, my cum stained thong covered ass wiggling as I went. Gareth's cock was rock hard by the time I got there and I went to town on it, I sucked it, licked, played with his balls, I must of done a great job as he started to gently rock his hips back and forth pushing more into my mouth and forcing it down my throat. My ass was obviously teasing Mathew, which I might add wanted it to, I reached round and moved the thin piece of material to the side and began to finger my own ass. Mathew smiled and removed his shirt and tie and placed his hard cock at my hole and eased himself in and began to fuck me hard and long like he usually does. It wasn't long before I felt Mathews cock swell and hear him grunt as he shot his load deep into me. Mathew had just finished firing his load deep into my bruised and red ass, with a loud grunt. This sent his friend Gareth over the edge and he pulled out his 9.5" cut cock out of mouth and sent his cum over my face. After the first couple of spurts he placed his cock head back into my open mouth and fired the rest in to my mouth. It filled my mouth quickly, so quick I couldn't swallow it all and it dropped gently on Gareth's feet and the floor. When Mathew and Gareth had finished they laughed, then Mathews powerful and commanding voice echoed through the room "Alexis, what a mess you have made of my friends feet, and over my polished floor. You had best lick it up." I instantly responded and lowered my head down and began to lick the spilt cum of the floor and off Gareth's boots. "Such a good little sissy isn't she?" Gareth said to Mathew who just laughed, I on the hand felt this compliment was one of the best things I had ever heard, and surprisingly was so turned on by it. When I had finished, I remained on my knees watching Gareth and Mathew get dressed and get ready to leave. "I'll be down in a minute, wait for me in reception" Mathew said to Gareth, who only nodded in agreement and pressed the button for the elevator, he got in and the metal doors closed. As soon as they were closed Mathew walked over to me, a smile on his face, he lowered himself so his face was level with mine. "You did really well today Alexis, very well. Gareth was very pleased with you as was I" He said kindly. Then he did something I did not expect, he reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a handkerchief and gently wiped some cum of Alexis's cheek before gently placing a kiss on her now smudged ruby red lips. Mathew didn't say anything else after this, just picked himself up, pocketed the handkerchief and walked to the elevator; he got in and then was gone. As soon as I heard the doors close, I smiled and tear ran down the side of my face. I was so happy.
Bee Mine	36,007	4.58	295,793	[ "lesbian", "lesbian first time", "virgin" ]	Whilst this story does contain scenes of sex between two women I feel that it is more about how the writer describes the experience and her personal feelings about what is happening, which is why I chose to place it in this category. I hope you enjoy it. \* Friday 14th February Dear Diary I have had the oddest day... For a start it's Valentine's Day and that's usually a total let down whether you're with someone or not. Last year I spent the whole day waiting and hoping I'd get a card or flowers or something from a secret admirer -- hah. Likely! This year I spent the whole day waiting for Tony to turn up. Then at 3.30 this afternoon I got a text. sory babe. cant do this ne more. U r 2 intense 4 me. C u round. Charming. Managed to piss me off in about four different ways. 1) Badly spelt 2) Used 'txt' abbreviation 3) Called me 'babe' -- do I look like a pig in a wig? 4) The fucker dumped me! Yeah, it's been dull recently and I was thinking of dumping him, but I thought I'd give him one more chance. Then he dumps me. 5) On Valentine's Day 6) By TEXT. OK, so that was six things that pissed me off, but right now I'm sticking with pissed off, because the alternatives are hurt pride and wounded dignity and I could really do without those right now. Marie totally understood when I told her about it, I barely needed to explain at all. It wasn't so much hurt feelings, because I think it was dead in the water quite a long time ago. It's the more the fact that I had decided to give him one more chance and he throws it back in my face -- and blames me! Too intense my arse, I'll give him intense. Anyway, so I phoned Marie and even though I told her I didn't need her to come over she came anyway. I don't think she was particularly enjoying spending the day by herself either. It was so cute, she'd made me a card with a bee on the front of it with 'Bee mine!' written on it and scribbled something in it about not needing men. I think that's when I started crying. Not because of bloody Tony particularly, I just felt so bruised and battered by life -- romance especially. I don't think I've ever had a really romantic Valentine's day or even a really romantic relationship and a day that celebrates love and coupledom is pretty gruelling when you're not sure you've ever been in love or been truly loved. Marie was wonderful; she always is. She gave me a big hug and just sat and held me while I cried -- and it was proper sobbing, all red eyes, blotchy cheeks and snuffling against her shoulder. I kept apologising for being such a misery, but she wouldn't have any of it, even though she's always the one scraping me off the ground when something goes wrong. When I got fired Marie was the one who went through the papers with me and helped me rewrite my resume. When I had that truly hideous flatmate and had to find a new place where I could live on my own Marie was the one who came with me to vet all the ghastly hovels and when I found this place it was Marie who lent me an old shirt and helped me paint and pick out curtains. I apologised again and said stuff like, 'what would I do without you?' I pulled back a bit then to smile at her. She smiled back a soft, kind smile which made my eyes well up again, so I leant forward and gave her a big kiss on the cheek to try to demonstrate how grateful I was. As I went towards her she shied away a little, her eyes widening with an expression I couldn't interpret, then my lips touched the soft, dusty skin of her cheek: I could smell the light, flowery fragrance of her face powder and the faintest whiff of mint from the gum she had been chewing. I had barely made contact and registered all this when she made a soft strangled noise in the back of her throat. I pulled back and looked at her. Her face, normally so serene and kind, was strained and her eyes were glistening. I asked her what was wrong, but she only pressed her lips tightly together, shook her head and wouldn't answer me. She turned her face away and when I tried to turn it back so I could look at her, she kept her eyes downcast. Now I was really concerned; I had never seen Marie so upset and I had no idea what was wrong. I kept my hand on her cheek and ducked down so that I could make eye contact with her. Tears spilled out from beneath her lashes and trickled down her cheeks. I tried to wipe them away, but I was almost as upset as she was by then. I begged her to at least look at me and, finally, she did. She looked beautiful, even with her eyes all red and her mascara smudged; tears glistening on her lashes. We sat there for a long moment, just looking at each other. My cheeks were tickling from the tears and I needed to sniff, but she looked as if she was going to say something and I didn't want to ruin the moment. Her mouth opened momentarily, but she couldn't seem to form the words and she froze with her lips parted. Seconds dragged on like hours and I frantically scanned her face for any clues while she fixed me with this sad, hopeless look. I still had my palm against the side of her face, so I pulled her in closer to me so I could give her a cuddle and then -- and this is really weird and I'm still not sure why I didn't freak out -- she put her lips against mine. For a moment I was totally stunned and didn't move or do anything. One of my closest friends had just kissed me, her lips were all damp and soft and still pressed against mine and instead of yelling, 'Get off!' and running out of there I started to say something. I opened my mouth to speak and I suppose she thought I was kissing her back, because she opened her mouth some more and slid her tongue between my lips. It was so strange because something out of my control just started happening and I let it. My eyes drifted closed and I just sank into the kiss, allowing it to happen. Her lips were so plump and soft, and her skin was smooth and didn't scratch against mine. When I moved my hand from the side of her face to the back of her head my fingers got all tangled in her long hair. We stayed like that for the longest time, lips slippery with tears and kissing, tongues shyly darting between the other's lips. It felt like my first kiss all over again, only so much more romantic and sensual. My lips were tingling and parts of my body which had always been slightly numb when I was kissing Tony and that idiot Mike and whats-his-face at the club that time -- well, those parts were all springing into life and I was so aware of my body and her body... I was so lost in the kiss that when she moved her hand to my waist I barely noticed and when that arm slid around me and pulled me in tighter I just enjoyed the feeling of closeness. Then she started making these little noises -- soft sighs and moans -- very quietly through the kissing. I felt really uncomfortable then and it brought me back to what we were doing -- I was kissing my friend! My female friend! But I couldn't think of a way to get out of the kiss without just wrenching myself away and I didn't want to upset her, so I kept kissing her and then she touched my breast. She wasn't like Tony, she didn't grab at me and start squeezing, she just very gently ran the flat of her hand across my breast and my nipple sprang into life and I moaned. I heard myself and nearly pulled away, but then she started kissing me more passionately and forcefully. She thrust her tongue into my mouth and her lips became firm and insistent. I just... couldn't resist it. I started echoing all the little noises she'd been making and tried putting my hand on her bottom. She pushed me off the sofa then, still holding onto me, still kissing me. We were lying on the floor, me on my back, her on top of me, the whole of her body pressed against me and we were kissing almost savagely. My skirt had ridden up my thighs leaving my legs bare and when she ran her fingers up the naked flesh I cried out. She pulled back as she took off her cardigan and smiled at me as I watched her. Her pale reddish blonde hair stood out around her head like a dandelion clock, glowing from the sunlight streaming through the window behind her, all the curls rumpled from my hands. She looked incredible with her eyes all smoky from smudged makeup and her lips a rich vermilion from our kissing. I was struck by how sexy she looked and then by how very, very odd it was to think of another girl as sexy. She started to lean back down to kiss me then, but I reached up and tried to tug her t-shirt over her head. Then she was in her bra and I was running my hands over the smooth skin on her back and fumbling with the catch of her bra. I never realised how tricky those things are to undo if you're not wearing the bloody thing! As the hook unfastened and her bra slid forwards down her arms and onto my chest, I flushed with embarrassment as I looked at her breasts. They're smaller than mine and pointy, with very small areolae and nipples. She had a little brown mole just next to one of them and I stared at it as she held herself raised up over me, her tits dangling lewdly. I forced myself to look her in the eye, then I reached up and cupped one in my right hand. It sat there all heavy, the nipple hardening against my palm and I could feel my own breasts responding the same way. I tightened my hold on it and squeezed, loving the way her flesh felt in my hands. She leaned down to kiss me again, then, and I moved my hand round to her back again, letting it rest in the hollow of her back just above the waistband of her jeans. We kissed until my lips felt sore and numb all at once, pawing and grabbing at bits of each other's body. I got all assertive and rolled her over onto her back and watched the way her tits slid sideways, all the weight and flesh of them mounding into shallow hemispheres topped with her swollen nipples. I bent my head and sucked one into my mouth, it felt strange doing that to another woman, but I was so turned on. When she started pulling my top over my head I barely noticed, but it felt odd sitting astride her narrow hips with just my bra on. When she reached behind me and unsnapped the hook easily and my bra fell away I felt hideously exposed and vulnerable, the soft skin of my own nipples feeling far too fragile to be uncovered like this. She copied me and cupped her hands over my tits then, but they weren't bit enough to hold them and I spilled out over the edges. The warmth of her touch was so exciting after the vulnerability of exposure and I let her massage them and tug on them. When I leant forward to kiss her again and my breasts swung down and touched hers it was as if an electric shock passed through both of us. The softness and heat of our breasts touching: bare skin to bare skin it was... indescribable. I was utterly carried away by then. I'd pushed all my thoughts of weirdness away and finally realised how fluid sexuality was. Memories drifted into my mind as we kissed and pawed each other: of naked bodies I'd tried not to be obvious about looking at in the changing rooms, about school-girl friends I'd had 'crushes' on, about snippets of fantasies which had come to me when I touched myself late at night. I've just started crying again. I feel unsure of myself - does this mean I'm gay? I don't know if I want that life for myself and now Marie isn't here it feels so abstract and scary. When we were naked together, lips joined together and our arms wrapped around each other, it was so simple; there was just this overwhelming lust all mixed up with the love I felt for her as a friend. When she ran her hand over the round of my belly and brushed across my mound I closed my eyes and just concentrated on the sensation. It was so heightened, like when you've been eating something very cold, then kiss someone and the heat of their mouth seems astonishing. She took her hand away then and I opened my eyes to see what she was doing. As I watched, she placed her finger tips on the inside of my knee and traced them gently up the pale flesh there. I started to close my eyes again, but she told me to look at her. She said that she wanted me to be sure, to be fully present and not just 'allowing' her to touch me. I felt my face heating up as I blushed, because that was a little bit what I had been doing. Perhaps if I just lay back and enjoyed it then, if I changed my mind later, I could blame it all on her. It wasn't a conscious thought, but as soon as she said that I knew I had been thinking it and I felt ashamed. I kept my eyes on hers, then, and stayed fixed on her face as she trailed light touches up and down my body, always just avoiding the places I really wanted her to touch. Her face was set in concentration, her lower lip caught up in her teeth. I smiled when I saw it, she always did that when she was focused on something that took all her attention; sometimes she stuck her tongue out a little bit. When she did stick her tongue out I laughed and when she looked at me all confused I couldn't explain what was so funny, so I just drew her down to me and kissed her some more. Our bodies were pressed together now and I was so involved in the kissing that when she pressed the tip of her forefinger between the lips of my pussy (oh my god, I'm blushing again just writing it) and touched me at the sensitive bit there I was completely taken aback. I lay tense and rigid, looking at her, while her finger slid back and forth in the slippery folds of my pussy. Tremors and tingles were running through me and I was making little incoherent noises. When she pushed two of her fingers right inside me I groaned. I felt really silly making so much noise, I'd never been so uninhibited before, but every time I moaned she responded with a moan or sigh of her own or a little smile and it fed back on itself until we were both being very vocal. She crooked her fingers and they pressed hard against the wall of my... well there was this odd sensation and it felt strange and pressured, but then she did it again and again and it started to translate into this really strong pleasurable feeling. Her thumb was held just over my clit while she was doing this and each time she crooked her fingers it moved slightly and when I started bucking my hips it rubbed back and forth across me. If I'd thought about how silly and slutty I looked lying on my back, my legs apart, bucking against her hand I would have stopped immediately and never taken my clothes off again. I've never behaved like that with someone else there, only by myself and I didn't think I'd be able to let go, you know? All I remember is the glorious sensation of it, how much I wanted her thumb to press against me more and her fingers to push into me harder: deeper. Our mouths were locked together now, my arms tightly wrapped around her neck and we flicked the tips of our tongues against each other. The tingling feeling was building up inside me now, coalescing in the very pit of my belly, gathering itself like a wild cat's muscles as it's about to spring. Every ounce of sensation was concentrated on the rubbing of her fingers and the flicking of her tongue; the rest of the world disappeared and then I was shaking and convulsing, clinging onto her and coming so hard. As my body went all limp and floppy, I kept my face pressed against her neck, too embarrassed to look at her. She kissed my cheek and my ear, making shushing noises to me as I panted and shook in her arms. She reached up to the sofa and pulled the throw off it to cover us and we lay down together on the rug, all wrapped up in the soft fabric. I fell asleep pressed against her body, both of us completely naked. When I woke up she wasn't there any more. I had my head on a cushion and beside my face she had placed the little homemade Valentine's card. I don't know why she left, but I hope that she comes back. I felt so silly and ashamed when I started to write this, shame all mixed up with some ridiculous pride about having done something rather more daring than my usual antics, but now that I've finished and I've run through everything that's happened today I just feel so sad that she left. Why would she leave me when we'd just made love like that? Because that's one thing I'm sure of... we were making love and I want to tell her so.
Matty Meets Kimmy	60,569	4.56	602,796	[ "beach", "birthday surprise", "romance", "college", "falling in love", "girlfriend", "rollercoaster", "dating", "panties" ]	Hopefully just the beginning of a series. Disclaimer: All characters in this work of fiction are above the age of 18 years. Comments are welcomed and greatly appreciated. Enjoy! \* Between the sea and Sahara by Eugene Fromentin. It was quite the selection for Friday night reading but here I was, re-reading the last paragraph because I couldn't bring myself to concentrate. That's when Adam, my college roommate and best friend since age ten, knocked on my door and entered. It was Adam's and I sophomore year at college and we shared an off campus apartment. "Hey Matty, what are you doing tonight?" I looked at him from behind the dull pages, "Reading for my European Lit class," I replied. He chuckled, "Okay, well as awesome as that sounds, you gotta come out with us tonight, we're going to the fair," Adam stated. "No thanks man, I don't feel like thirdwheeling it with you and Summer again," I replied. Summer was Adam's girlfriend since high school; I had known her for quite a while too. We were pretty close but in a very brother sister way. She lived on across campus in an apartment. "No, it's not just the three of us, Summer's roommate is coming with, and Jack and Sara from her chem class," Adam explained. I thought about Adam's offer and stared back up to my book, it did seem pretty criminal to be spending a Friday night like this. "Okay I'm in," I announced. "Great, go get ready, we have to pick up Summer and her roomie," Adam stated. I rolled out of my bed and took a quick shower. Dressed in a simple black cotton v-neck and jeans I met Adam in our humble living room slash kitchen. The drive across campus was a quick five minutes. When we pulled up, I willingly gave up the front seat as was my custom, to let Summer and Adam sit upfront together. Minutes after placing a call to Summer, we saw the two girls strolling along the walkway towards Adam's black Acura. Summer had on jean shorts and an orange blouse, her roommate, ripped jeans and a fitted white shirt. The passenger and rear door opened almost simultaneously and the girls got in. I smiled politely at the petite shy looking brunette that sat down beside me. "Hey Matty, how's it going?" Summer asked in her accustomed bubbly tone. "Great Sum, everything's great," I replied. Summer looked back from the passenger seat to her roommate and me, "Matty Kimmy, Kimmy Matty," she bluntly introduced. I extended my hand to the girl, "Matthew actually," I introduced. The girl shook my hand and smiled, her touch soft and delicate, "Kimberly," she replied. Adam drove off headed in the direction of the fairgrounds, a twenty minute drive. "So Jack and Sara are meeting us there?" Adam asked, looking over to Summer. "Oh didn't I tell you?" she asked, "They had to bail, they have to work on a class project, apparently one member of their group dropped the class, so now they have all his workload to cover," she explained. "Wow, that sucks," Adam replied. Kimberly and I now smiled awkwardly at each other as this night had just become some kind of weird unexpected double date. When Adam pulled into the parking lot, an abandoned field, it was already dark out. We stepped out and noticed the temperature had dipped a little. The night sky was clear, brightly illuminated by a full moon, dotted with stars. The four of us made our way to the entrance, paid, and began walking around. We immediately tried our hands at some games, skeeball, whac-a-mole and the like. The place was filled, being a Friday night; it seemed like hundreds of kids running round, their parents in quick step after them. We rested awhile, Adam and Summer sharing a stick of cotton candy, Kimberly and I opting for some popcorn. After a particularly competitive round of bumper cars between Adam and myself, we headed over to "The Spider." It was one of those rides with a centerpiece with a bunch of arms sticking out in a circle, and pods at the end of the arms that you sit in. Once started the centerpiece spins and, simultaneously, the arms move up and down, making for a thrilling ride, since the spinning can get up to some pretty terrifying speeds. Adam and I had always loved rides like these ever since we were kids. We made our way into the line and Summer noticed Kimberly standing to the side. "Come on Kimmy, you've gotta try it," Summer prodded. Kimberly politely declined, opting to sit this one out, but Summer continued to insist. The slender brunette finally relented, and reluctantly joined us in the line. When we got to the front of the line, the ride attendant seated Adam and Summer in one pod, and Kimberly and I in another. We sat there silently, determined to match the other's polite smile, although I could sense a look of nervousness on her face. We held on to the cold metal bar as the ride began. At first we went around and up and down very slowly, but the pace was just building. After circling a few times, we were almost up to full speed. The cool night air rushed against our faces and our hair blew haphazardly in the wind. I could hear Adam's and Summer's joyous screams from infront of our pod, I myself was happily yelling. It was when we were up to full speed that I heard the panicked sounds from Kimberly; it was definitely not joyous screams. I turned to face her and was heartbroken by the horrified look on her sweet face; I could even see the tears welling up in her eyes as she whimpered. I felt completely helpless as I watched on at Kimberly's trauma. I placed my hand over hers, which was curled tightly over the metal bar, and did my best to scoot over to her side. I brought my face close to hers, feeling her hair brush harshly against my cheeks as it flew in the wind, "It's okay, you're okay, it'll be over soon, you're fine, I promise," I whispered into her ear. I repeated this to Kimberly for the duration of the ride, which for her must have seemed like an eternity. After a while the ride finally began to slow. When the bar automatically rose, I place my arm around Kimberly's shoulder and helped her out of the pod. We made our way over to Adam and Summer who immediately saw the distressed look on Kimberly's face, her eyes waterlogged. "Oh my god! Babe, what happened?!?" a concerned Summer asked. Kimberly began to stammer, searching for a response, when I interrupted her, "Just a little too thrilling of a ride, she'll be fine right?" I explained, then looked to Kimberly for a response. The brunette nodded. Summer had now also wrapped her arm around her friend, and rubbed her shoulder consolingly. "Why don't you guys go ahead with the rides, Kimberly and I are gonna take a little breather," I suggested. "Are you sure?" Adam asked with concern. Kimberly looked up to Adam and Summer, "Yeah, I'll be fine, just need a minute or two, go ahead, we'll catch up in bit," she stated. Summer hugged her roommate then she and Adam walked off hand in hand. I placed my hand around Kimberly's shoulder once more and looked down to her face; she still looked pretty shaken up. "Are you sure you're okay?" I asked, raising my hand and wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "Yeah, I just feel so embarrassed, it's so silly," she replied. "Don't be embarrassed, Adam cried like a baby when we were kids and saw Jaws on VHS for the first time, I had to stand in the bathroom with him that night when he needed to pee, he was terrified." Kimberly giggled, now wiping her other eye. "Don't tell him I told you that," I jokingly warned. "Okay, I promise" Kimberly replied, still chuckling as we walked over to the beverage stand. I got her a water and we sat on a nearby park bench. "So missy, no more thrill rides for you," I said, handing her the water; my bad attempt at humor in an effort to keep Kimberly's spirits up. She took a sip of water and smiled at me. We sat there, right in front of "The Spider," chatting for a while. "You ready to go find Adam and Sum?" I asked, watching Kimberly take a final sip before placing the cap back on the water bottle. "Sure," she replied. We were about to get up when a little blonde girl walked past us with her father, aged ten or eleven at most; she was yelling at the top of her voice, "Daddy! The Spider!! Again again! Please!!" Kimberly and I couldn't help but look at each other and burst into laughter. I held Kimberly's hand, helping her to her feet and we set off to find Adam and Summer. It took us about ten minutes to find the couple; they had just finished up at a basketball booth. Summer saw us coming as she clutched onto a blue giraffe that she or Adam had won. I noticed a very interesting smile on Summer's face as we walked up to her. It took me a while to figure out her teasing smile, but I finally realized I was still holding Kimberly's hand as we walked. I returned Summer's goofy smile with one of my own. "So who's the basketball champ?" I asked, referring to the toy prize. "Me!" Summer proudly yelled, "Adam couldn't even make one," she added. We all shared a chuckle before continuing to explore the rest of the fair, being sure to steer clear of any thrill rides. At the end of the night we piled into Adam's car, exhausted from all the walking. We dropped off Kimberly first "Night guys, all in all, I had a great time," she said before exiting the car. She shot me a smile, much warmer than the shy one I received when we first met, as she closed the door and walked off. "Night Kimmy, see you in a bit," Summer yelled out the window before Adam pulled off. As Adam drove, Summer turned to me from the front seat, a wide grin on her face, "So Matty, you and Kim seemed pretty friendly." I found myself blushing, "Yeah, she seems really nice," I replied. "She is," Summer affirmed, "And really hot right?" Summer prodded with a smile. "Yes Summer, she's really pretty," I replied. "So why don't you ask her out?" I rolled my eyes at her when Adam interrupted, "Don't rush my boy, I'm almost certain he's already working on it," he stated, staring at me in the rearview mirror. We drove another five minutes before we pulled into Adam's and mine apartment parking lot. "Thank god," I sighed in relief. I sat up in the middle of the driver's and passenger seat. I turned to the right, "Night Sum," I said, placing a peck on her cheek. "See you Matty," she gleefully replied. "Catch you later Adam," I added before exiting the car. I had to get one jab in before I left, "Have fun you guys," I teased, alluding to what they were gonna get up to once I left. I could hear them laugh as I walked off. \-------------------------------------------------- I was sat on the couch with my laptop, dressed in PJs, boxers and a t-shirt, when I heard keys jingling on the other side of the door. Summer entered a second later, "Hey Kimmy," she beamed, collapsing onto the loveseat to my right. "Hi Summer, good night I take it?" I teased, looking at her through my reading glasses, bathed in the glow of my laptop screen. She looked over to me, "What's with you two tonight?" Summer said, almost to herself, before focusing her attention to me, "Sooo Kimmy, had a good time tonight?" she asked, almost in a childlike voice. I smiled at her, knowing exactly what she was getting at, "Yes Summer, I had a good time." "You and Matty seemed to be having a nice time," she continued. "Yes, I guess," I answered. "So, do you like him?" Summer bluntly asked, as was her nature. "We'll I've only known him a couple hours, but yes, I suppose," I confessed. "I know for a fact that he likes you, even said you were hot," Summer stated. "What? He said that?!" I asked in disbelief. "Well," Summer began before pausing, "I believe his exact words were 'really pretty'," she continued. I began to blush, feeling blood rush to my face. "Well..." Summer stated, waiting for a response. "Well what? What's with you and the questions?" I joked. "I just thought you two looked cute together tonight. And you should know, I've known Matt for as long as I've known Adam; he's a really nice guy," Summer explained. "I know, he was really sweet to me tonight," I admitted. We chatted for a while before Summer got up to take a shower and I went to bed. \-------------------------------------------------- I was just packing up my stuff, getting ready to leave the library when I spotted Kimberly across the large room. It was three days since we went to the fair. She looked even prettier than the first time I met her, her hair was down and flowed as she walked, jeans and a navy blue t-shirt never looked so amazing. I zipped up my bag and walked over in her direction. She had taken a seat at a desk and gotten out a textbook. "Hey Kimberly," I greeted, keeping in mind to try to be quiet. She looked up and me a smiled; I seemed to have a weakness of that smile. "Hi Matthew, how have you been?" "Good, just gearing up for midterms," I replied. "Yup, same here," she retorted holding up her textbook. We chatted a bit as I worked up the courage to ask her what I had set out to ask. Finally, I took a deep breath and put it out there, "So um, Kimberly, I had a really great time at the fair. I was wondering, if you're not busy this weekend, would you maybe want to do something with me; go out I guess, would you like to go out with me?" I asked. It was a bit of a ramble but I finally got the words out there. "Sure Matt, I'd love to," she sweetly replied. "Great then, so I'll pick you up Saturday? Is seven okay with you?" "Seven sounds great." "Okay then, I'll leave you to your studies, see you Saturday," I finally stated before I spun round and walked off, a wide immovable grin plastered on my face. \-------------------------------------------------- Saturday had finally arrived. It had been a tough week but thankfully, all my midterms were over with. Summer and I had just gotten back from a late lunch and an hour at the gym. Matt would be here in little over an hour so I set about getting ready. Closing my bedroom door behind me, I threw my gymbag in the corner and began to undress. I removed my head band and cotton wrist bands, then peeled my loose grey t-shirt off. I strolled into my bathroom and tossed the items in the laundry basket. I turned the shower on as it took a while to warm up. I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. The black sports bra and black spandex shorts clung to my every curve. I removed my tight fitting bra and immediately felt relief as I felt the cool air against my naked breasts. I looked down at my chest adoringly, not C-cups like Summer, but modest B-cups, with rosy pebbled tips, which were inexplicably erect at the moment. Bent at the knee, I peeled off my spandex shorts, hanging them with my bra on the hook behind my bathroom door. That same cool rush of air now made its way across my nether region and felt just as relieving. I looked down, and passed my hand over my trimmed bush. I had tried the whole shaved clean thing but preferred having a little something, even if it was very little. I stared at my body in the mirror and smiled nervously thinking about my date tonight. As I noticed my bathroom filling with steam I stepped into the tub and proceeded with my shower. After blow-drying my hair, I walked into my bedroom and removed my light blue bathrobe, hanging it on a nearby chair. I rifled through my underwear draw finally finding the matching pair I had mentally picked out earlier in the day. I held up the bra and bikini cut panty set; white, dotted with deep red roses. After slipping on my underwear, I went to my closet and pulled out my intended dress. I held it against my body and watched in the mirror. Smiling, I excitedly slid into the sleeveless corset type teal dress with a flowing lace bodice overlay. The A-line skirt of the dress ended right above my knees. I tied the matching teal ribbon sash cinching at the waist then put on some perfume and a minimal amount of makeup. I slid on some dressy white flats then finished off with a thin silver necklace. I went out into the living room for Summer to zip up my dress. Summer was on the couch watching television when I entered the living room. She looked in my direction and began making cat calls as I walked over to her. She almost had me blushing as I turned my back to her, "Zip please," I pleaded. She stood up behind me and placed her hands on my back. I felt her tugging on the zip, all the way up to the back of my neck, then patting the back of my dress. She spun me round and looked me up and down. "Well, do I look okay?" I asked. "You're a knockout babe," she confidently stated. She reached out and hooked my hair behind my ears, "You look wonderful, "Summer reaffirmed. "Thanks Sum," I replied, feeling as if she had lifted an incredible weight off me. We sat down on the couch and began chatting. Five minutes hadn't passed and buzz at the intercom. Summer walked over and pressed the button, "Yes?" she asked. "Hey Sum, it's Matt," replied the voice. Summer buzzed him and turned to me. She could see the nervous excitement plastered on my face as I looked at her wide eyed. She almost had to walk me over to the door, but thankfully I managed the last few feet on my own. I opened the door and was taken aback by Matthew. The first thing I noticed was his clean shaved face, as opposed to the light stubble he wore on the previous occasions I had seen him. He was a pretty handsome sight, casual white fitted short sleeved shirt, the top button undone, skinny navy blue chinos, one fold at the base over his white and blue checkered converse shoes. We stared at each other for a brief second till he spoke, "Wow, you look amazing," he exalted. "Thanks Matthew," I blushed, "You look pretty nice yourself," I added. "Hey Matty, you'll be sure to have my Kimmy home by curfew right?" Summer shouted from the couch. Matthew looked around my shoulder to my roommate, "Yes mom, she'll be back before curfew," he joked. He reached out an open hand, "Shall we go?" he asked politely. I placed my hand in his as we walked off. Walking through the parking lot towards his car, I turned to Matthew, "So where are we headed?" I asked. "Oh I thought we'd check out the rollercoaster emporium, then maybe some bungee jumping, and to top it off I've booked us a skydiving appointment," he said with a smile. I laughed embarrassingly then playfully punched him on the shoulder. He chuckled, pretending to rub his shoulder, "I thought we'd take it easy, how does some miniature golf sound?" he genuinely asked. "Sounds wonderful," I replied as I got into the passenger seat of his silver Honda Accord. We got to the miniature golf place in about fifteen minutes. Matthew paid and we picked out our putters. We were right behind a family of three; mom, dad, and an adorable little boy, seven or eight maybe, so Matthew and I had plenty of time to chat and get to know each other. We weren't officially keeping score but I knew I was at least five or six strokes behind. Coming down to the last couple of holes, the parents of the kid in front of us expressed their apologies for taking such a long time. Although we didn't mind, they insisted we go before them. To put their minds at ease, Matt and I agreed. On the final hole of the course, Matthew watched and waited as I took my put. The ball skimmed along the faux grass and into the giant cardboard windmill. We made our way behind the windmill to see where our balls had ended up. Matthew made a two put to sink his, and I surprised us both, sinking mine with just the one additional put. We picked up our balls and were about to leave when we saw the little boy's red golf ball come rolling out of the windmill; it landed about two feet from the hole. Out of sight from the trio, Matthew used his foot and tapped the boy's ball into the hole. He smiled at me as we walked off. As we returned the golf clubs and balls, we could hear the child's distant screams, "Hole in one!! Hole in one!!" His voice seemed absolutely ecstatic. I smiled at Matthew before we walked out to the car. Matthew pulled up to the seaside boardwalk and parked on the street. "Do you want my jacket?" Matt asked, reaching to the backseat and retrieving a navy blue zip up cotton jacket. "No thanks, I think I'll be fine," I replied. "I'll bring it along just in case," he stated, slipping the jacket on himself. We got a couple soft pretzels and walked out on the pier. I was beyond delighted when Matt's hand found mine and he twirled his fingers around mine. "So Summer tells me she's known you quite a while." "Yeah, Adam and I grew up together, we met Summer our junior year of high school. Those two were destined for each other, they were a couple almost instantly, and have been ever since," Matt commented. "That's actually kinda sweet," I added. "Yeah it is, they're my absolute closest friends, Summer's like my sister." "So what about actual siblings?" I asked. "I have an older sister; older by ten years actually, Maggie, she's thirty. Lives out in LA with her husband and little girl, Kelsey," Matthew revealed. "Ohh, that's nice, and what about your folks?" I sensed some trepidation when I asked the question, and noticed Matthew turned his face from me. He started out into the vastness of the ocean. Speaking without looking at me, Matthew's voice was somber, "Our parents died when I was six, Maggie was sixteen. Car accident. She practically raised me on her own. When I met Adam we were instantly brothers, the same more or less for Summer, they're my family," he explained. I was taken aback by Matthew's revelation, it was nothing I expected. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know," I managed to say. "Don't be, I should be the one that's sorry, for brining the mood down on our first date, doesn't bode well for a second," he joked. I squeezed his hand tighter in my own, "Don't be sorry, I'm glad you shared this with me," I assured him. "What about you?" he asked, trying to change the subject. "Oh. . .It's just me, only child, mom and dad live back in Florida, they're school teachers," I divulged. We had walked the length of the pier and back and now strolled along the boardwalk. We were taken by surprise as dark overbearing clouds rolled in and what started as a few droplets turned into and outright downpour. Matt and I rushed beneath a nearby tree seeking shelter, but rain was still making its way in. Matt held me against his body and under his jacket, my head below his chin. My face and hand were pressed against his chest. In this close proximity I could smell his soothing cologne mixed with and earthy masculine scent. I shut my eyes and breathed deep, reveling in the moment. "I think we may have to make a run for it, doesn't looked like it's gonna let up," Matt shouted. "Okay," I replied. With his arm around my shoulder, and still holding me beneath his jacket, Matt swiftly guided us to the car. Once inside the car, Matt removed his jacket which was now soaked and tossed it in the backseat. For the most part, I was practically dry, thanks to Matt. He on the other hand didn't fare so well. His face was soaked, water rolling down his slender cheeks and along his strong jawline. His hair was dripping. I reached over and wiped his face, his skin was smooth and warm. I combed my hand though his wet hair, neatly shaping it to the way it was before. I placed my wet hands in my lap and we drove off. When Matt pulled into mine and Summer's apartment parking lot the rain was still pretty heavy. "So I had a really nice time tonight, I hope you enjoyed yourself," Matt stated looking longingly at me. "I did, I had a wonderful time," I replied. "So do you think you'd wanna do this again?" Matt sheepishly asked. "I can't wait," I replied. We sat there bantering for about five minutes till the rain eased up. "Looks like this is the best it's gonna get, I'll walk you inside," Matt announced, exiting the car then running round and holding my door open for me. We made the quick sprint to my apartment building, and then made our way up the flight of stairs to the second floor. We stood in the hallway right outside my apartment. Matt had me with my back against the wall as he raised his hand and brushed my damp hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. "So can I give you a call tomorrow?" he asked. "You will if you know what's good for you," I replied. We both smiled and he began to lean in. I felt my knees go weak as I closed my eyes and waited with anticipation. I didn't have to wait long to feel his lips press against mine. His cold wet hands cradled my face as we tilted our heads, but I didn't mind, his touch was electric. I felt his warm tongue slipping between my lips, finding my own and swirling around it. Matt pressed his body against mine, and then tortuously pulled away, breaking our kiss. "Good night Kimberly," he sweetly whispered then walked off down the hallway. I stood there watching him head down the stairs then entered my apartment. Summer was curled up on the couch and immediately sat up when she saw me. I walked over and plopped myself down near her, resting my head on her shoulder, feeling the warmth and softness of the plush hoodie she was wearing. I let out and audible satisfied sigh. Summer brought my head down, resting it in her lap and looking down at me, "Awww babe, you've got it bad huh?" she asked. I nodded, making a fake sad face. "That's sweet; you two seem like a nice match." "Why didn't you tell me about his mom and dad?" I questioned. "He told you that?!" Summer replied, "It wasn't my place babe, he needed to do that on his own time," she explained. "Oh my god Sum, I swear my heart broke when he told me." "I know, I know, but it was a long time ago, he's a really well adjusted genuinely nice guy, I promise, no baggage there," Summer stated, combing her hand through my wet hair, "So. . . did he kiss you?" she asked. I closed my eyes and smiled, thinking back to moments ago in the hallway. It was all the answer Summer needed, "Ahhh you slut!" she joked, lightly slapping my stomach, "Well, how was it?" "Amazing Sum, it was amazing," I replied. \-------------------------------------------------- The next day, I called Kimberly as promised. She reiterated the fact that she had a wonderful time last night and we made dinner plans for Wednesday night; the next night we were both free. Between Saturday and Wednesday, Kimberly and I spoke on the phone a couple times and exchanged some instant messages. Wednesday evening I got home from class and hopped in the shower. Adam was working on a paper in the livingroom as I searched for my car keys. "So exactly how is it that neither Summer nor you ever told me about her roommate?" I asked, flipping over the couch cushions. Adam looked up from his laptop, "I think she was in a pretty serious relationship for a while, had a bit of a rough break up about a year ago. Summer's been asking her to go out with us for ages, she finally gave in last week," Adam explained. "Ahh, well that's good to know," I replied, finally locating my keys, "Okay, see you later man." "See yah," Adam replied as I made my way to the door. "Oh hey! Did she tell you her birthday is coming up?" Adam shouted before I shut the door. I poked my head back in, "No." "Yeah, it's next week Saturday, she'll be nineteen, Summer mentioned it yesterday," he revealed. "Okay, thanks for the heads up." After dinner, I paid the bill and Kim and I took a walk through the plaza where the Italian restaurant was located. "In case I forgot to mention it, you look quite stunning in that dress," I complemented as we walked hand in hand. "Thanks Matt," Kimberly blushed as she looked down at the black knee length cotton dress she was wearing, pleated skirt; decorated with a red and white floral print. We paused and looked through some store windows that were closed. We were looking at a navy blue wool knit waif scarf, "Looks like that would make a nice birthday gift," I commented, smiling down at Kimberly. She looked up at me and giggled, "Who told you?" she asked. "I have my sources," I covertly answered. "I'm gonna guess Summer or Adam," she replied. "My question is, why didn't you tell me?" I asked. As we continued walking, Kimberly wrapped her hand around my waist, "Because it's not a big deal, I really try to downplay my birthday." "Well we might just have to change that," I stated as we made our way back to the car. I pulled up infront of Kimberly's apartment and we stared at each other shyly. A few seconds later we were kissing. Growing tired of leaning between seats, I was delighted when Kimberly brazenly crawled over to the driver's seat straddling my lap facing me. We resumed kissing which was a thousand times easier in this position. Kimberly held my head in her dainty hands as our tongues danced around each other. My hands were placed on her hips as the wonderful aroma of her perfume filled the car. I had slowly developed a hardon and knew very well that Kimberly could feel me, evident by her gentle rocking on my lap, her ass grinding against me. The skirt of her dress had ridden up a little and my hands were now resting on her bare thighs. We made out for another five minutes till both our mouths had practically run dry. Kimberly pulled her face from mine and I brushed the hair from her eyes. I think we could both sense that something special was developing and didn't see the need to rush things. I stared into her beautiful brown eyes, lit up only by the streetlight, "You're so adorable, you're absolutely beautiful," I commented. Kimberly smiled and kissed me again before opening the door and maneuvering herself off my lap. I walked her to her door, said goodnight, then headed back to the car and set out for home. That Saturday afternoon, Adam and I were having one of our Halo battles while Summer skimmed through her email. "So Matty, what did you and Kim do yesterday?" she asked. "Oh, just went to a movie," I replied, as I nudged Adam's shoulder with my own, trying to distract him. "Where is she today?" Adam asked. "Study group," I replied. As Adam and I waited for another game to load I turned to Summer, "Hey what are you guys doing next Saturday?" "No special plans," she replied. "Well I wanted to have a little get together for Summer's birthday, nothing big, just the four of us, some balloons, a banner maybe, some cake, champagne. What do you think?" I asked. "Sounds sweet," Summer replied. "Okay, well can you figure out a reason to bring her over on Saturday, say eight?" "Yeah, sure, don't sweat it." "Thanks Sum," I replied then refocused my attention on the game. That week, Kimberly and I had lunch everyday on campus and went out for dinner on Wednesday. When Saturday rolled by, I called her in the morning and wished her a happy birthday. We were set to meet up later that evening. She was under the assumption it would just be another dinner. Summer and I had planned that she would bring her by under the guise of me having car problems. That afternoon Adam helped me decorate our modest apartment with some balloons and a "Happy Birthday" banner. I set out the red velvet cake that I had picked up earlier in the day along with some birthday plates and cups. A couple minutes past 8pm, Adam got a text from Summer saying they were on their way up. I had to force Adam to wear the party hat as we stood on either side of the table and awaited the girls. It wasn't too long before the door knob began to turn and Summer and Kimberly entered the apartment. "Happy Birthday!" Summer, Adam, and I yelled, as enthusiastically as possible. We all watched as Kimberly's face lit up with excitement. "Oh my god! You guys!" she exclaimed as we exchanged hugs. I placed a party hat on Kimberly's head, making sure to adjust her hair properly and handed a hat to summer. "You guys are so sweet!" Kim exalted as she walked over taking full note of all the decorations. There was a loud "pop" as Adam opened the bottle of champagne and poured four glasses. We all toasted Kimberly before sitting down for dinner; pizza, Kim's favorite. As we wrapped up dinner, we all watched as Kimberly's face reddened with embarrassment as we all sang "Happy Birthday" to her and waited for her to blow out the candles. After, we watched Kim open her two presents, the scarf from me and a shirt from Adam and Summer. Summer disposed of all the paper plates and cups when we were finished with desert. Adam lowered the lights in the living room and we all gathered on the couch for a movie. We all got comfortable and Adam found something to watch on Netflix. The screen went black and the closing credits began to scroll by. I was laid in the corner of the couch, my legs stretched out on the coffee table infront of me, Kim, cuddled up on my side, resting her head on my chest. We looked over to Adam and Summer, they were positioned similarly but Summer had fallen asleep. Adam gently got to his feet and lifted his girlfriend in his arms. "You can take Kim home right?" he whispered. I nodded and watched him tip toe his way to his room. "Those two are so cute," Kimberly commented, resting her chin on my chest and looking up to me. "I think you're cute," I replied, kissing her on her forehead. "So, did you like you're present?" I asked. "I absolutely loved it, can't wait to wear it," Kimberly answered. I looked up to the clock on the wall; it was just past one AM, then looked back to Kim. "It's getting late, I better get you home." I was about to get up when Kim stopped me. "Wait, I think I deserve another birthday present," she coyly stated. I slumped back down in the couch, "Oh, and what's that?" I questioned. "You," she simply stated. I smiled at her sheepish eyes, "Babe are you sure?" I asked. "I absolutely am sweetie," she affirmed. \-------------------------------------------------- After making my intentions clear to Matt he kissed me again on the forehead and began to stand up. He took my hand in his and led me to his bedroom. His room was as I expected, bed, closet, dresser drawer, no color or anything frilly to be seen. Stood beside his bed, Matt turned to face me and we began to kiss, his lips were so soft and his tongue so warm. I pushed him till we collapsed onto his bed. We never broke our kiss as I lay on top of his firm body. After a few minutes, I couldn't keep my eagerness in check; I pulled my face from Matt's and began to unbutton his shirt. Hurriedly finishing with the last button I pulled his shirt apart and cast my gaze on his chest. His frame was slim but well-muscled. I pressed my palms on Matt's chest, it was firm, and the shallow hair that covered the center of his chest; soft. I lowered myself and began to kiss his toned skin, up his neck back to his lips. I giggled when Matt turned us around, flipping our positions. He was now straddling me, staring down at me as he removed his shirt. He lowered himself and began licking my neck. His hand found its way up my stomach and over my chest. His caress of my breasts was soft and gentle. I felt his palm glide across my erect nipples as they pressed hard against my fitted t-shirt. Matthew pulled his mouth from my earlobe. He tugged on my t-shirt, untucking it from my jeans then lifted it over my head. I lay back down, my chest now bare to him. "You are so gorgeous," he whispered before leaning back in. He planted soft pecks on my neck, chest, and then breasts. I could feel his warm breath, followed by his wet lips as he kissed my skin. I groomed his shaggy hair as he traced the circumference of my nipple with his tongue. His touch was almost ticklish and I couldn't help but squirm beneath his body. The room was filled by the loud smacking sounds Matt's lips made every time he kissed my breasts. He eventually kissed his way back up to my lips and his tongue filled my mouth. I could feel Matt's erection, pressing against my leg. I raised myself to press hard against him as our warm stomachs slid against one another. I finally pushed him off me and had him stand up. I stared at the significant bulge in his tight fitting jeans and passed my hand over it, feeling Matt throb. "This must be uncomfortable," I whispered as I began to unbuckle his jeans. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of Matt's jeans and boxer briefs, I tugged and tugged until I was able to slide them past his thighs and down his legs. His magnificent cock sprung free and immediately held my gaze. I watched with delight, admiring his swollen flesh. It hung majestically from his trimmed dark pubes, delicately bobbing up and down. He seemed the perfect size, and his skin, from bulbous top all the way along his arching shaft, seemed smote and svelte. There was a tiny dribble of precum, glistening from the tip of his cock. My hand trembled as I reached out for him, which surprised me a bit. I wrapped my slender fingers around his warm manhood and stroked him a couple times. I smiled when he groaned. After a few seconds he stepped back a little and stood me up. He took my place on the bed and sat with me infront him. We smiled goofily at each other as he undid the buttons on my jeans. He slid them down my legs and left me standing in just my green thong. I felt Matt's hands rest against the curve of butt cheeks and held my breath in anticipation. He finally hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of my thong and peeled it down my body, leaving them around my ankles. I stood there naked, feeling a bit self-conscious. Matt set my mind at ease with a simple adoring smile. I felt his fingers on my abdomen, tracing lower and lower. Matt's fingers moved across my neatly shaved pubic hair down to the lips of my vagina. His fingers slid with ease along my slit, my arousal was pretty evident. Just as Matt was pressing his fingers between my lips, he reached out with his free hand and pulled me onto him. Our mouths hungrily found each other as his room quickly filled with the scent of my arousal. I could feel the wet tip of his penis dabbing against my abdomen as we kissed. I couldn't wait any longer, my body longed desperately for him. I sat up on Matt's lap and stared down at him, "Do you have um," I began before pausing shyly, "Protection?" I asked. "Yes, over there," Matt replied pointing over to a bedside table. I reached over and opened the tiny drawer and saw a red Trojan packet. I excitedly picked it up and opened the wrapper, retrieving the slippery contents. I placed the empty wrapper on the table then turned my focus to Matt. I placed the reservoir tip over Matt's penis and gently rolled the sheath down over his shaft. We couldn't help but grin at each other as I did this task. When I was done, I leaned back down and began kissing Matt once more. As we kissed, I could feel Matt's hands on my hips, positioning my body, then I felt it, the tip of his penis at my entrance. I lowered my hand and held on to his cock, positioning him right at the opening of my vagina, then I pushed back and felt him ease into me. I gasped into Matt's mouth as his penis stretched the walls of my pussy as he filled me. When he was all the way in we kissed again. "You feel so good baby," I whimpered. "To say you feel good would be an understatement babe," Matt replied as I felt him begin to slide in and out of my vagina. I met Matt's steady rhythm, pushing down on his upward thrusts. We had broken our kiss now as my mouth was agape, but emitting no sound. We stared passionately into each other's eyes, kissing each other every few seconds. Matt's thrusts grew in both pace and intensity and my agape mouth now emitted brief high pitched cries. Matt's sturdy manhood plunged into me over and over, stimulating my throbbing clit again and again. My cries turned into moans as I happily accepted his every thrust. I could feel Matt's gentle hands roam across my ass cheeks as I sucked on his wet tongue. Minutes later I began to feel the onset of my impending release as my orgasm surged inside me. "Ohh god baby, I'm so close," I moaned. "Go ahead babe, cum for me," Matt encouraged. I ground my body against Matt's hips as a sensationally warm feeling travelled through my body, "Oh god Oh god yess!" I gasped as my body shuddered. I could feel a light trickle of my warm juices flow out of me as my toes curled and I moaned in ecstasy. After the ten or so seconds it took for my orgasm to subside had passed, i smiled down at Matt's face. He had resumed thrusting with intensity and I could tell by the look on his face that he was close. "Go ahead baby, cum for me," I cooed before kissing him on the lips. A minute later, Matt grabbed hold onto my ass cheeks, hard with both hands and thrust hard into me. "Gahhhhhhhh!" he groaned aloud. "Mhmmm, that's it baby," I moaned as I felt his penis twitch sporadically inside me. Matt's body finally calmed and his hips came to rest on the mattress. His tight grasp on my butt cheeks eventually loosened. I smiled down at his panting face. "Sorry about the tight grasp," he whispered. I could feel him caringly rubbing my butt cheeks almost apologetically. "Don't be, I loved it," I replied, "Can't wait to see the love marks back there in the morning," I added with a chuckle. I waited till I felt the hardness of Matt's penis give way then slid off him. I lay at his side and he wrapped his arm around me. "That was. . ." I began to say. "Amazing," Matt said, completing my thought. I kissed him on the cheek and we both lay there, basking in the afterglow of our first time together. "You wanna shower first?" Matt asked. "Sure but I don't have anything to wear," I replied. "Don't worry, I'll find something for you. There are towels in the cupboard beside the sink," Matt stated. I was about to leave when I turned to Matt, "Want me to get that for you?" I asked, pointing to the condom around his limp penis. "Nah, you don't have to," he began to say until I just reached out and grabbed it. "I really don't mind," I assured him. I stood up and entered the bathroom. I wrapped the condom filled with Matthew's spunk in some toilet paper then threw into the toilet bowl. I peed, and then flushed. After taking a quick shower I dried myself and wrapped my body in the towel. Not having my toothbrush, I made do with some mouth wash. As I re-entered the room I saw that Matt had changed the bed sheets and laid out some clothes for me; a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt. He came in a second later dressed in his boxers with a glass of water. "Don't know about you, but I'm pretty parched," he said as he took a gulp and set it down for me. "Thanks," I replied, "Shower's free," I added. Matt entered the bathroom and I heard the shower a few moments later. I took a sip of water before removing my towel and getting dressed. Matt's clothes were so soft. I felt giddy as I lay down in his freshly made up bed, dressed in his clothes. Matt emerged a quick five minutes later and lay down beside me. I wiggled my way into his arms pressing my back into his chest. "So, how did you like your birthday?" he whispered into my ear as he draped his hand over me. "Best one yet," I cooed as I held is hand close to my chest. We were fast asleep in each other's arms minutes later. \-------------------------------------------------- The next morning I awoke around nine to an empty bed. I looked around then rolled out of bed and slipped a t-shirt on. After brushing my teeth I wandered into the living room and found Summer and Kimberly in the kitchen making breakfast. The apartment was filled with the aroma of bacon. Adam was sat at the kitchen table sipping on a cup of coffee. "Morning Matty," Summer greeted as I sat down at the table with Adam. I nodded to her. Adam and Summer couldn't hide the goofy grins on their faces as they stared at me. "Don't worry babe, I've been dealing with those stupid grins all morning," Kim joked as she switched off the stove. I poured myself some juice as Kim walked over and set down a plateful of bacon and eggs infront of me. She smiled and sweetly winked at me before turning and getting another plate. Adam and I cleared the table and did the dishes after breakfast while the girls changed. Summer and Kimberly emerged wearing the same clothes they'd worn the night before. We kissed goodbye and the girls left. The rest of that Sunday was pretty uneventful, just getting some work done for the week ahead. I called Kim in the evening just to say "hey" and we made plans for lunch on Monday. That Wednesday we had our usual dinner date. We decided against the regular fancy restaurants and opted for a quaint American diner from some burger and fries. Now we were sat in my car, in Kim's apartment parking lot, making out. She was in her usual position, sitting on my lap facing me. This time was different from other Wednesdays though as we didn't force ourselves to stop. Instead, my hands found their way up Kim's soft thighs beneath her white flowery skirt. I peeled her white bikini panties off her, making for some interesting contortions on her part to get them down to her ankles. She unbuckled my jeans and slipped her hands through my boxers, retrieving my pulsing cock. I fished a condom out of my wallet and quickly slid the constricting sheath over my shaft. I felt Kim's fingers on my cock as she positioned me against her warm opening. We both groaned as she slid herself down onto me. \-------------------------------------------------- It was Friday and I had been playing with my salad for the past minute or so. "Something on your mind honey?" Matt inquired. "Sex actually," I bluntly stated. He coughed, almost choking on his mushroom barley soup. "Well I have class in a couple minutes but we can work something out," he teased. I looked over to him and smiled, "You know, I'm on the pill, so there's only one thing really holding us back from fully being with each other," I stated. Matt listened intently as he wiped my mouth with a napkin. "I know you trust me; you should know I trust you dearly. We've had this wonderful open and honest relationship, and I think we should be grown up about this," I explained. "So what do you propose?" Matt asked. "Simply that we go down to the clinic today, we can get tested together, then there'll be nothing holding us back from being together, completely. What do you think?" I asked, looking over to him for input. Matt reached out and held my palm in his, "That's sounds like a completely logical and responsible idea babe. Pick you up after class at four?" he asked as he got up giving me a quick peck on the lips. "See you then sweetie," I replied as Matt walked off to his class. That evening Matt and I waited patiently in the university clinic till they called us up for our results. As expected, we were both clean. We left to go meet up with Adam and Summer for dinner. After our bar-b-que dinner the four of us headed for the bowling alley. I could feel the sides of my mouth ache, a result off the immense amount of laughter I experienced as we bowled; it was such a fun evening. We said our goodbyes to Adam and Summer who drove to Matt and Adam's place while Matt drove me to my place. Entering my apartment, Matt closed the door behind us. "Do you want something to drink?" I offered. Matt sneaked up behind me and kissed me on my bare shoulder, "The only thing I want is you," he whispered as his hands traced their way up my stomach and began groping my breasts. "Me huh? That can be arranged," I replied as I led Matt to my bedroom. I shut my bedroom door and watched as Matt scanned my room. "So this is your room huh?" he stated, taking note of the yellow curtains and pink throw pillows. "Yup," I replied as I hugged him from behind. "These your folks?" he questioned, picking up the framed photo from my desk. I looked over his shoulder, down to the picture of my mom and dad, taken last summer. "Yep, those are the Kents, James and Margaret to be precise," I answered. "Okay, well why don't we face you guys this way, you don't wanna see what I'm about to do to your little girl," Matt joked as he placed the photo back on my desk but faced it towards the wall. I chuckled and playfully smacked him on the arm, "You're so bad," I scolded. Matt picked me up and placed me on my bed. He made quick work of my khaki shorts and gray cotton thong, leaving me laying on the edge of my bed, legs crouched, bent at the knee, in just my sleeveless white jersey. Matt kneeled on the floor infront of me. He placed his hands on my thighs and gently pushed them apart, spreading me. I looked down at him and giggled at the sight of just his face between my legs. Matt lowered his head and kissed the area right above my vagina, pressing his lips against my trimmed hair. His soft pecks moved lower till his was kissing the sides of my pussy, then the lips. I felt his tongue extend and lick the length of my slit. I could feel myself becoming wetter by the second. Matt lapped away at my pussy, lashing my lips with his warm tongue. He then gently spread my lips with his fingers and I felt his tongue swirl around my clitoris. "Ohh god Matty, right there!" I groaned. His warm wet tongue darting around my clit was an electrifyingly wonderful feeling. Matt now gently eased a finger into my opening and began sliding it in and out of my as he continued working his magic with his tongue. He sent me into frenzy when he softly latched onto my clit with his lips and sucked on me hard. Matt did this a couple times before going back to sliding his tongue against my slippery nub. I released my grasp on Matt's soft hair and brought my hands to my chest and began massaging my breasts through my jersey. I felt that wonderfully warm sensation begin to traverse my body, "Ohh fuck baby, I'm almost there." Matt now added a second finger and began sliding them in and out of me more quickly. "Oh fuck oh fuck, mhmmm, fuck, ahhh," I cried as I reached a blood rushing climax. I could feel myself clench around Matt's fingers as I raised my hips, pressing against his face. Pulsating waves of pleasure made their way through me as my body shuddered a final time. My hips came to rest back on the bed and I felt Matt pull his fingers from me. He crawled to my side as I breathed heavily, my body still twitching once or twice. I turned to Matt and smiled. I raised a hand to his face, wiping my moisture from his lips. "Do you want a little rest?" Matt softly asked. "No, I need you now," I pleaded. With that, Matt stood up and removed his shirt. He was sliding his jeans down his legs as I lifted my jersey off myself. Matt laid his naked body upon mine. My erect nipples pressed hard against his chest as we kissed. Matt pressed his naked cock against the lips of my vagina. He squirmed around till he felt my opening then eased into me. "Mhmmm," I moaned, "Much nicer," I commented, feeling his warm throbbing flesh. Matt guided himself inch by incredible inch till our hips were joined. "Mmmm, you're nice and warm," Matt whispered as we stared into each other's eyes. With his cock buried all the way inside me, Matt remained still, staring into my eyes. He passed his hand across my forehead, clearing a few strands of stray hair. "You're so beautiful, inside and out. How'd I get so lucky?" he whispered. I smiled up at him, "The feeling's mutual babe," I replied, reaching behind and grabbing hold of his firm buttocks. I moaned as Matt began to lift himself then sink back into me. I raised my hips to Matt's downward plunges, feeling immense pleasure every time he filled me. We intertwined out tongues as Matt began to fuck me harder. My hands clamped down onto his butt cheeks, as I dug my nails against his flesh. "Oh god baby! You're so tight, I can't last much longer," Matt groaned as his thrusting quickened. "Go ahead sweetie, cum in me," I encouraged, feeling my second orgasm not too far off. Matt only managed a few more thrusts till he took a final deep plunge. His groan was loud and deep as I felt his explosion of passion deep inside me. I was right there with him as the walls of my vagina contracted around his spasming cock. I wrapped my arms around Matt's back, along with my legs around his waist, pulling him as deep as he could go. "Ahhh ahha mhmmm," I cried as our bodies pulsed with our respective climaxes. Both our bodies seem to come to rest at the same time. Matt rolled off me and to my side, planting kisses on my neck and shoulder. "Mhmm, much nicer without a condom," I cooed. We lay there a few minutes till I felt a slight trickle between my legs. "Babe, can you grab me a tissue?" I asked, pointing to my dresser table while I curved my hips upwards, trying to keep all of Matt inside me for the time being. Matt reached over and retrieved a tissue then returned to me, placing the soft white square against the lips of my leaking vagina. I smiled at him as I took hold of the tissue, keeping it pressed against my lips. I crab walked over to the bathroom and allowed myself to relax. I watched as Matt's creamy white cum seeped out of me, mixed with my own orgasmic fluids. After collecting every last drop on the tissue, i sat on the toilet and peed. After wiping again, I flushed and washed my hands. I returned to the bedroom clutching a warm damp washcloth. I sat at Matt's side and proceeded to wipe his crotch and limp penis which were coated in my juices. He sat up to watch me work and we smiled at each other. When I was done I got up to go dispose of the washcloth, "Be right back," I whispered, watching Matt lay back down in my bed. I curled up next to Matt, resting my head on his chest. His skin was warm and I could feel his steady heartbeat. "Do you want some water or something?" I asked. Matt just draped his hand across my back, "I've got everything I want right here," he whispered into my ear. \-------------------------------------------------- The next morning I awoke first. I smiled to myself as I rubbed my morning wood against Kim's soft warm ass cheek. I seriously considered waking her up for a quickie but decided against it; she looked so peaceful in her slumber. I snaked my way out of bed and made a quick trip to Kim's bathroom. After getting dressed I walked the one block to the Starbucks on the corner. I returned to Kim's bedroom and placed a cup of coffee on her bedside table. I got back into bed clutching a bagel and cream cheese. My movement had slowly roused Kimberly and she opened her eyes to me. "Morning sweetie," I greeted, as I fed her a bite of my bagel. "Mhmm, morning," she replied, sitting up and leaning against the wooden bed head with me. "Coffee?" I offered, directing her attention to the cup beside her. She took a sip then turned to me, catching me stealing a glance at her breasts which were just barely peeking over the white sheets. "One track mind huh?" she joked as she placed the coffee back on the table. "More or less," I replied, "But can you really blame me, they're simply. . . eye-catching." Kim smiled, "How did you get back in?" she queried, presumably referring to the door to their apartment building which requires a key or to be buzzed in for entry. "Oh there was sweet old lady. She saw me with the coffee and I told her my girlfriend lived here," I replied. "Girlfriend huh?" Kim asked. I blushed at her, "You're my girlfriend right?" "Uh huh, and I guess that would make you my boyfriend," she replied, taking another nibble out of the bagel. We both smiled at each other and finished up with breakfast. We lay around in bed until we heard the apartment door open and shut. Then, there was a knock at the door followed by Summer's voice, "Hey are you guys decent?" she asked. Kimberly pulled the covers up over her chest, "Yeah Sum, come in," she yelled. Summer entered and walked over to us, "Hey guys, whatcha doin?" she playfully asked with a chuckle. After watching us squirm for a few seconds she continued, "Adam and I were thinking of going to the beach, wanted to know if you two wanted to tag along?" Kim and I watched each other then back to Summer, "Okay Sum,sounds great," Kim answered. "Great, well Matty you better get home so you can pack your things, Adam said you and him would pick us up in an hour," Summer explained before exiting. I rolled out of bed and left as Kim was about to take a shower. Once home I threw a towel and a change of clothes into and old bag pack and took a shower. I got dressed in my black bathing trunks and a white tee, slipped on my leather flip flops and met up with Adam in the living room. We were at the girl's apartment fifteen minutes later. Kim and Summer met us downstairs and piled into the car. They were both wearing daisy duke jean shorts and t-shirts. Kim sat with me in the backseat; I could make out her orange bikini top through her white t-shirt. The drive to the beach was about forty minutes but the wonderful sunny day made for a very scenic trip. When we arrived, Adam parked and the four of us made our way down to the white sands. We found a good spot and the girls laid out a couple of beach towels. Adam and I set down our bagpacks and watched as Summer and Kimberly removed their t-shirts. They were both wearing similar bikinis; Kim a bright orange, and Summer, black and white polka dots. "Wow, I feel like I should have some dollar bills," Adam joked. I couldn't help but laugh. We were soon admonished though, by some stern looks from our counterparts. It didn't stop us from staring though, as Summer and Kim shimmied out of their shorts to reveal their matching bikini bottoms. "Are you guys gonna stare all day or are we going for a swim?" Summer asked. "Umm, if staring is a real option, then I'm gonna stare all day," I quipped. Kimberly amusingly lashed me on the shoulder. My response was to wrap my arms around her body from behind and lift her off the floor. She gleefully screamed as I charged towards the water. When I was about knee deep in the ocean I smiled mischievously as I tossed Kimberly into the slightly chilly water. Her high pitched screams filled the air all the way till her body hit the water. She sprung up immediately jumping about, professing the frigidness of the water. Adam and Summer joined up with us a minute later. We played around for quite a while, even having an epic battle with Kimberly on my shoulders and Summer on Adam's. An hour later, we ended up wading around in the shallows, just chatting. "I'm gonna get some sun," Kimberly announced, retreating to our beach spot. "I'll come with, I'm kinda hungry," I added following Kimberly to the towels, leaving Adam and Summer in the shallows. As I walked behind Kim, I couldn't tear my gaze from her butt, covered in her wet orange bikini, a hint of her firm round cheeks peeking out. "Have I ever told you what a cute butt you have," I commented as we reached the towels. Kim looked over her shoulder to be and grinned, "Why thank you, you sure do seem to like the feel of em during sex," she replied. Kim lay down on her stomach on one of the beach towels while I searched my bagpack for something to munch on. I found an apple and took a bite. "Hey do you have any sunscreen in there?" Kim asked. I searched around, "Yep," I answered. "Do you mind getting my back?" I took another chomp of my apple then set it down. I squirted a glob of the white cream onto my palm then rubbed my hands together. I then pressed my palms against Kim's back. Her skin was warm, even though the droplets of water on her were cold. I rubbed her shoulder blades and back of her neck. "Mhmm, I should get you to give me massages more often," Kim stated. My hands travelled to Kim's sides; skimming along her ribcage, then back around to the small of her back. When I reached the rim of Kim's bikini bottom, I covertly slipped my fingers under, feeling the soft upward curve of her butt cheeks. "Mmmm, I knew you liked the feel of them," Kim laughed. After letting my hands roam across Kim's butt cheeks for a few seconds I pulled them from beneath her bikini bottom and finished up with my apple. "Thanks babe," Kim said, as I placed the cap back on the sunscreen and tossed it in my bag. I lay down on my side, beside Kim, resting my head on my hand as I planted my elbow in the sand. Kim turned her head to face me. We smiled at each other and chatted. Adam and Summer joined us a bit later as they were getting a bit hungry as well. The sun was about to set as we all changed into dry clothes after taking one more dip in the ocean if just to wash the sand off. We stuck around long enough to watch the sunset, Kim sitting in my lap, Adam and Summer similarly positioned. As soon as it was dark out we noticed the drop in temperature. We gathered all our stuff and hopped in the car. Kim had fallen asleep on the drive back, resting her head against the curve of my neck. When Adam pulled up infront their apartment, I brushed the hair from Kim's ear and whispered to her, "Baby. . .Baby, you're home." Kim slowly came about and looked around trying to figure out where she was. "You're home babe," I restated, "You look pretty out of it, want me to carry you up?" I offered. "No, that's okay sweetie, I'll manage," she softly replied before planting a kiss on my lips. Adam and I watched as the girls walked off then drove home.

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