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Under the Influence

By: prettybaby



My lover and I are both half-naked in bed. I am wearing a g-string, he is only clad in his boxers. We are both slightly tipsy, and the wine has loosened my inhibitions. We have had a good day, and I am anticipating a very good night. Earlier that evening, we had had a few hits of marijuana with a friend, something I hadn't done in years, and I was feeling very horny.

"You know, I've never been stoned with a boyfriend" I hint, nuzzling my cheek against his chest, appreciating the feeling of soft skin on soft skin.

"Really? Why not?" my lover asks while he rubs my neck.

"Well, in college, my boyfriend didn't smoke, and then I stopped smoking after graduation. But marijuana always made me horny, and I always wanted to know what it would feel like to do it stoned."

"That's too bad."

"Of course..." I decide to stop beating around the bush and just go for what I want. "We're both here, and..." I turn, and start planting small kisses on his neck.

"Is that what you want?" he asks as he slides his hand down my back and slides a finger into my very wet pussy. He chuckles at how wet I am already. "Well then, come over here and suck my dick."

I look and his cock is already completely erect, a glorious 8 inches, poking out of his boxers. I smile up at him, then move to engulf his penis in my mouth.

"That's right, grab it with your hand. Focus your sucking on the top part where it's most sensitive" he directs. I do exactly what he tells me to do. He moans. 

I bob my head up and down on his cock, feeling it grow even harder in my mouth. I can taste the faint afterthought of my love juices from a fuck earlier that day.

"Move your butt up here so I can touch you" he says, and I comply. He takes a hand and immediately slides two fingers into my pussy. I moan around his cock. He softly rubs his thumb over my clit, and I shudder. 

"Put another finger in me. I want to feel full" I beg. I let go of the base of his cock to steady myself on the bed.

He sticks a third finger into my pussy. It feels so tight, so full, and he has a difficult time moving all three fingers. He takes that finger out of my pussy, and quickly pushes it in my ass. I am not expecting it, and the alcohol has dulled my reflexes, so his finger slides right in with no resistance. I am surprised by the intrusion and my mouth slides down farther on his cock. His pubic hairs tickle my nose, and as I moan, the head of his cock is massaged by the vibrations in the back of my throat. 

I keep his cock deep in my mouth, moving my tongue around to tease it, while my lover continues his finger assault on my pussy and asshole. I am in heaven. He keeps slamming his fingers into me until he feels my pussy start to contract around his fingers. Quickly, he motions for me to turn around and mount him. He slams his cock into my wet pussy and fucks me. I orgasm quickly, and my body goes limp.

He allows me to rest for a moment, then he starts moving my body on top of his, fucking upwards. I am dripping wet with love juice, I can feel it trickle down my leg. I feel paralyzed, unable to move. I am at his mercy. His strong arms hold me tight, pushing my pussy onto his hard cock which he thrusts upwards deep inside of me.

He manipulates my body to fuck his cock until I begin to regain my senses. Then I start moving again to my own speed. 

“Who is in control here?” he asks.

“You” I answer. 

“That’s right” he replies. Then he takes my arms and holds them behind my back in one of his hands. I relax and allow him to use my body as he will.

With his other hand, my lover reaches around and sticks a finger into my pussy alongside his cock. He sticks this lubed up finger into my ass. He wets another finger and slides that one up my ass. He starts to match the rhythm of his cock in my pussy with his finger in my ass. I moan, defenseless. “You know that this means” he whispers.

I nod consent and whisper “Please, slide it in slowly, I want to feel you make love to my ass first.” With that, he pulls my body upwards, off his cock, releasing my hands. I wrap my arms around his neck and brace myself. My lover keeps his two fingers in my ass to guide his cock, then removes them quickly and aims inward.

He does as I asked and slowly eases his cock into my ass. My ass is well lubed by his fingers and my ample juices, and his cock is still wet from fucking my pussy. He slides past the sphincter, then slows down and has me sit up so I can control the speed that he fills up my ass.

I sit upright and push down slowly, savoring every inch as it slides into my ass steadily, until he is completely inside of me. We have not had anal sex for months, so my ass is unused to the invasion, and it stings slightly, but I welcome the pain. I love letting him violate my body.

Completely inside of me, my lover again takes control. His hands grab my ass cheeks and start to move my body. He moves me slowly at first, then picks up the pace. Each time, he thrusts his cock all the way inside of me so that my clit comes into contact with his belly. I can feel an orgasm well up.

“Touch yourself” he urges. 

I shake my head. “I want to come just from you fucking my ass, I love what you are doing to my body.”

By now I have loosened up around his cock, and he fucks me without any pain. I just feel full, complete somehow, and I allow him to move me over his cock. “I’m going to cum!” I wrap my arms around him, changing positions so that my clit is in better contact with his body. He increases his speed and fucks me with abandon, feeling my ass contract around his cock, and he doesn’t stop until the spasms stop. 

I don’t feel as exhausted after an anal orgasm, so I immediately start kissing his mouth and moving my ass up and down on his cock to show him that I don’t want him to stop. “I want you to come in my ass now.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. I love how it feels when you fuck my ass.” I start talking dirty to him, which reinvigorates him, and he starts moving me up and down again. “I don’t want you to stop fucking me until you cum and fill up my ass.”

I don’t usually talk dirty to my lover, usually I just tell him how much I love him and how much he owns me. Hearing me talk about how much I love having him fuck my ass sets him off, and he starts fucking my ass with abandon. His hands are around my waist, and he slams my ass down on his cock, over and over again, only for his pleasure. This rough fucking turns me on too, and before long, I am screaming out, begging him to cum with me, crying because my orgasm is so intense. 

He takes no notice. This is his show now, and he does not slow down for my orgasm or post-orgasmic state. He is just using my body.  My breathing is ragged and my body has collapsed on his completely, all of my weight is on his chest, and still he pumps me up and down on his cock, almost masturbating with my body. My ass remains well lubed and he moves easily in it.

“Tell me how it feels to fuck my ass like that.”

He grunts, still fucking me at break-neck pace. “It feels so tight around my cock, and smooth, and dry, even though I can drive my cock in your ass easily. There’s so much friction.”

He takes a deep breath and keeps on fucking. “And it’s all mine. This ass is mine.” My lover has always loved it that he is the only one who has ever taken my ass.

Upon declaring his ownership of my ass, he starts slamming me down with incredible force. I see the veins in his neck bulge. He roars as he shoots a huge load into my ass. He continues to slam me down on his ass until his orgasm ends, then his arms fall to his sides, and we both relax our bodies completely.

We both doze off for a moment, then I feel his hands trying to push my body off of his. “No” I moan. I don’t want him to leave my ass. 

I hear him chuckle, and I raise up my head to kiss him. He kisses my mouth passionately, rolling his hips around so that I can feel his cock move deeper into my ass again. I can feel his cum leaking out of my ass around his cock as his cock softens and shrinks.

“I love you so much” I sigh, kissing him again. With that, I raise myself off of him, and go to the bathroom to clean up.

Under the Influence



Lisa Harrap didn't like going away. She missed her husband, Ron, and her three children, the youngest of whom still had no idea why mommy had to leave every so often. Lisa felt sometimes that she couldn't do much to explain it to herself, never mind a five year old. But, since she had been promoted to the position of editor at the Braddick and Braddick Publishing, she seemed to be travelling much too often for her liking.

Ron drove her to the airport, as he always did, and the two of them said little of importance during the twenty-five minute trip. Conversation was usually no problem between them. It was one of the things that had attracted the young Lisa to him, fifteen years before. They fit well intellectually. It had been suitably later that she found out that they fit physically too. Now, though they had been married thirteen years, the two still hated to part. That was why any talk was difficult at times like this, and was limited to pointless questions and answers.

"You have the notes your boss wanted you to take?" Ron asked, keeping his eyes on the road straight ahead.

"Uh-huh. They're in my bag," Lisa replied.

"Okay..."

It was always this awkward. Lisa sighed. It would be better in a way when she was on the plane. She would miss her family terribly, right from the start, but she could be alone in her misery.

Well, not quite alone. The executive class section of the jet was full, and she was seated next to, behind and in front of, dozens of fellow passengers. At least the one who had the seat beside hers was decent. On the previous flight, the guy next to her kept trying to cop a feel. It wasn't that she disliked being admired; she was, however, a one-man woman and had never thought of straying. It annoyed her to think that some men considered her the cheating type.

She did get offers, implied and explicit. Which was rather nice, in a way. After all, when a woman turns forty, she wants to know that she is still desirable, whether she admits it to herself or not. She knew she was gaining weight, and would have to start going to the gym more regularly. An incipient second chin could be felt when she held her head a certain way. But over all, the package wasn't bad. At five foot five and 140 pounds, she was a nice package, she knew. A pretty face framed with thick, curly shoulder-length blonde hair, big brown eyes, a pert nose, full lips... It wasn't so bad farther down, either, as her breasts hadn't sagged much in the last few years, and she often undid a button or two when going into business meetings. It was hardly the feminist approach, but it helped. And that was, after all, as far as she would go.

And yes, the offers were nice. She could have had affairs, many of them, if she had wanted. She had been tempted, but she knew the price would have been far too high in terms of guilt and pain. So she stayed faithful. Besides, the sex with Ron was nothing to complain about, she mused with a giggle.

The man seated next to her on the plane glanced at her.

"I know the movie on the flight is a comedy, but it hasn't started yet," he said with a smile.

"Ooops, sorry," apologized Lisa, a little embarrassed. "I didn't realize I was laughing out loud."

"That's all right," he said. "You have a pretty laugh."

That was how it frequently began, Lisa thought to herself. An innocent, rather sweet compliment. And most of the time, the men who made passes at her remained gentlemanly. It was part of the game. When they were turned down, they smiled or shrugged their shoulders and said something like, "Can't blame a guy for trying, can you?"

The meetings this time were at least interesting. They centered around what articles the public would be looking for in magazines in the months to come. Braddick and Braddick published dozens of periodicals, covering as many subjects, and the company management liked to stay ahead of the crowd. Lisa thought that was sound policy, and found trying to predict what the public would want in, say, half a year's time, an intriguing process.

There were conferences based on age groups, genders, professions, hobbies and lifestyles. In three days, Lisa attended them all. It was exhausting but enjoyable. She even managed to forget her loneliness over being away from home, at least for a while. She called Ron and the kids every day, and she was as excited as they were Saturday night, when the meetings were over and she could catch the plane back home the next day.

Lisa had just stepped from the shower in her hotel room when a knock on the door interrupted her drying. She wrapped a towel about her body, under her arms, and peered through the peep hole in the door. It was one of the women from the meetings, Kelly. She and Kelly had hit it off during the conferences and had just finished having dinner together. Lisa wondered if she had forgotten something at their table.

"Hi, Lisa!" Kelly exclaimed. She always seemed to be exclaiming, and seemed never without a big, beautiful smile. "Caught you just out of the bath?"

"Sort of."

"Well, that's kind of lucky. A bunch of us are going to meet in Jake's room for a little party. Nothing serious, just to let off steam. I want you to come along."

"I was just going to settle down to watch tv before bed..." Lisa said. She was feeling a little keyed up after all the talk, thought and debate of the previous three days. She would have a terrible night, she knew, if she didn't unwind a bit before turning in.

"Oh, no, you can't do that," Kelly wailed. "You know there are more guys here than girls and, well, strength in numbers, right?"

Lisa wasn't sure what her new friend meant but thought it might have something to do with fending off advances. Kelly was married, too, and she and Lisa had discussed over drinks the temptations that could arise from being alone in a strange city, far from anyone who knew you. Lisa could tell that Kelly wasn't exactly worried but she also knew that Kelly tended to drink a little too much. She had opened up to Lisa in a way the latter could never have done in return. Kelly had stumbled in fidelity once, years before, and she was scared of doing it again. The expression on the tall, red-head's face was comically imploring.

"Okay, come on in while I dress," Lisa said, hoping that her exasperation was fully hidden. She needn't have worried. Kelly was good at her job, but then her job didn't require her to be too sharp.

"Thanks, hon, you're a life-saver!" Kelly cried, coming in and closing the door behind her.

"Is that what you're wearing?" Lisa asked, as she gathered her clothes and went into the bathroom to change. Kelly peered down at her garb. It was casual, relaxed, a loose v-necked sweater and jeans.

"Yeah, it's informal. No more meetings!" Kelly frowned and cocked her head at the half-closed bathroom door. "Why? What are you wearing?"

"Well, I thought some slacks and a blouse..." In a few minutes, Lisa appeared in the bathroom doorway, almost dressed and brushing her hair. She looked good, she knew, in business attire, and the same sort of clothes she wore for meetings would do for this 'party', since, though they made her attractive, they also showed that she was professional.

"That's fine, hon, but you are gonna button up first, right?" Kelly giggled, and pointed at Lisa's chest. Her blouse, tucked into the waist of her slacks was nonetheless completely undone and displayed a tantalizing glimpse of round breasts in a white, lacy bra.

Lisa laughed and said, "Do you think I should?" But she didn't give Kelly a chance to be a smart alec in response, and buttoned herself up.

"Yup, I was right," Kelly said. "The guys out-number us. Twelve to six..."

"Eight to six, actually, but who's counting." Lisa smiled at her friend as they entered the large suite just down the corridor that the conference chairman, Jake Tarsky, had rented for himself. Or rather, had had the company rent for him.

The music was low and jazzy, barely audible outside the closed door of the room but perfect for the relaxed attitude of the party. Everyone was chatting and laughing, and as soon as Lisa and Kelly walked in, they were presented with glasses of red wine. Lisa was almost immediately glad she had come.

"Hello, ladies," Jake said, coming over to them. "I see Alan hasn't wasted time trying to get the two of you drunk." Jake chuckled and hit Alan Pearson in the chest with a knuckle.

"If anyone gets drunk on one glass of wine, she deserves, er, whatever happens to her..." Alan was an older man, in his fifties and a real gentleman. He was not tall or handsome but nevertheless the sort that Lisa could have gone for if she weren't married. Actually, she thought to herself, she had gone for that sort. Alan ran a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair and grinned awkwardly. "What I mean is that this won't get you drunk, ladies..." He wandered away again.

"I love that guy; so easy to embarrass that I have to pull my punches around him," Jake said. Jake Tarsky was a different proposition to Alan Pearson. Big and blustery, he spoke loudly, laughed loudly and didn't care who heard it. But then, few minded because he was a genuinely nice man. Lisa considered his large, boney face, prominent features and large hands. She blushed a bit wondering if other parts of him were as big, but recovered herself enough to think that he and Kelly made a similar pair. "Come on in, girls. You know everybody..."

The party was not large enough to split into groups, so everyone lounged about on sofas and chairs, or on cushions on the floor, talking. References were made to music and movies, Jake especially liking to do that because Brad, the youngest of the group at twenty-six, had no idea what his elders were talking about. He accepted their ribbing with good grace, however, and always had a boyish grin on his handsome face. But it was when he was asking about the psychedelia of the 1960s, that one of the women, Petra, said:

"Oooo, and speaking of the 'sixties..." She pulled herself to her feet (Petra, despite her two hundred pounds, was quickly influenced by alcohol) and shuffled over to her purse by the door. Everyone paused to watch what she was up to. When she turned around, she wore a big, silly grin on her plain face, and carried in her hand several marijuana joints.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" everyone cried, almost in unison, ending the drawn out word in laughter.

"Why didn't we think of that?" Kelly pouted. She herself was feeling less pain after numerous glasses of wine.

"Some of us did."

Alan surprised most present by pulling another joint from the breast pocket of his shirt. More laughter followed as a few others produced cigarettes from hidden places. Within a minute all the joints had been lit and were being passed about.

Lisa knew that she couldn't indulge. She had tried drugs in college of course and though they had the effect of lowering inhibitions in others, they completely demolished hers. Even the mildest form of pot would make her want to run naked through public places, throw her money and jewellery off a bridge and generally make the next day one of painful regret. Fortunately, the crowd she was with this night was more mature than those with whom she had last tried anything similar. When she explained her problem, no one pressed the drugs on her, except Kelly, who exclaimed more and more under their influence.

Perhaps it was the wine, but it hadn't occurred to Lisa that there was another way for pot to affect her than through direct inhalation. After an hour of everyone (except her) smoking contentedly away on the joints (and there seemed to be rather a high number of those), she was not quite her normal self. If second-hand tobacco smoke could cause cancer, second-hand marijuana smoke could cause intoxication...

"Are you saying I have small tits?" Lisa found herself saying. Christ, she thought, did I just say that? Well, why not? I DON'T have small tits.

"No, no," Brad answered, "I meant smellER... That's all."

"Well, fuck you!" Lisa said, and turned her head in a tiff.

This brought laughter from everyone in the room, though she thought it distinctly odd that only a few people were laughing. She looked around again, and saw that she was the only woman present. Then she nodded, as if reaching a conclusion. Everyone else had paired off. She had watched as the couples left, hand in hand, going to find more privacy in their own rooms. That's right, Lisa remembered: Petra had gone off with the guy who looked like the Rolling Stones' drummer, and the last girl to leave had been Kelly, who somehow had already lost her jeans and was leaving with the man of her choice wearing only panties and her sweater.

Oh boy. Lisa shook her head. She knew this would happen when someone brought out the joints. Who the hell had done that anyway? She was sitting on the floor at the foot of the king-size bed in Jake's suite. Brad was stretched out on the carpeted floor in front of her, while Jake was in a chair to one side. Lisa could swear that he had a hard-on in his pants.

"Here, honey..." Alan leaned over Lisa's shoulder. He was lying full-length on the bed, his sock feet on the pillows and one arm around her shoulders. With the other hand, he offered her a half-smoked joint. "You haven't touched a drop all night..."

"No way. That stuff affects my judgement," Lisa said as she accepted the cigarette and drew on it long and hard. She coughed and grinned.

"What judgement, bitch?" Said Brad, staring up at the ceiling. At this, all four laughed uproariously. "Fuck, what was in those things?" he wondered aloud.

Lisa breathed in suddenly. Alan was kissing her neck. She started to say something but it felt so good. His lips were soft and wet, and with his left hand, he caressed the other side of her neck with such gentleness. She knew that she should stop what he was doing, but it was so nice that he perhaps should be rewarded instead. Lisa turned her head toward the older man and they kissed. His tongue parted her full lips and explored her mouth. She grunted in a way, and as she let her hand go to the back of her head, his slipped over her left breast. This, she knew, really had to stop. But, again, it felt so nice.

Lisa's eyes were closed and even though she felt someone unbuttoning her blouse, it took her a moment to force her vision to work. She turned away from Alan and found Brad in front of her, fondling her breasts from which he had already pulled away her bra cups.

"If I tell you not to do that, will you stop?" Lisa asked plaintively.

"Prob'ly not," the young man replied.

"Then that'd be a fucking waste of time, wouldn't it?" Lisa grinned as Jake turned her face to the left and smothered her lips with his big mouth. His tongue was enormous, almost blocking her air-way, but she loved it. She felt herself becoming damp between her legs and squirmed a bit.

"You need these off, don't you, baby?" Jake ran his hand down the bare skin of Lisa's torso to her slacks. Lisa was about to say something, but between Alan's attention to her neck and Brad's to her breasts, she could barely form words. She tried to shake her head, but nodded it instead.

Jake hefted Lisa bodily from the floor and deposited her in a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Alan slipped off her blouse and tossed it aside, while Brad kissed her mouth, reaching behind her at the same time to unclasp her bra. That too went off to the side. She lie down on the bed and the two men each selected a breast to nibble and suck. Lisa was feeling heavenly. She knew men liked her breasts. They were unblemished and white, and the nipples, though small, stood straight out when she was aroused, straight out and hard.

"Oh, Jesus..." she murmured, twisting her body a little. Her nipples had become sensitive with excitement and the men's teeth were firing pleasure almost to the point of pain to her brain. She tried to place a hand on the back of each of their heads, but found each man holding one of her arms down. She smiled and...

...felt her legs free and cool. She opened her eyes and saw Jake tossing away her slacks. Brad moved away from her breasts and slipped her panties down her legs. Lisa kicked her feet playfully and her panties, stained wet in front, flew through the air. Brad had pulled his sweater over his head, and Lisa, still on her back on the bed, ran her fingers over the bare, smooth skin of the young man's chest. Alan had discarded everything but his underwear, exposing a hairy body that Lisa didn't usually care for but found very arousing tonight. His short were tented in front of his body by about five inches and...

...so were Brad's, only his five inches were about seven. They were getting bigger, Lisa thought, with a smile. She looked to see Jake and found him pulling off his pants, no underwear underneath. His cock stood out, nine inches, thick and red. It pulsed as it levitated in the air before him.

"Holy Jesus fuck..." Lisa said, the profanity almost disappearing in the widest grin she'd had in a long time. "If someone doesn't do me now, they'll be in big trouble!" She laughed as the men eased her farther up the bed.

Brad gently spread Lisa's legs with his knees and slipped himself up her body. She moaned as she felt his cock enter her wet pussy.

"Yes, that's it. I won't tell daddy..." Lisa giggled and, turning to the side, wrapped her fingers around Alan's cock, still in its dark blue underwear. "Take that off, for fuck's sake, and do something with it. OH!" This last cry came as she felt the effects of Brad's work. He had started off slow, fucking the stoned woman, while she was distracted. Sharp, beautiful impulses of pleasure brought her back to what he was doing. She saw the young man's handsome face above her own, and drew it down to kiss as he pounded away at her pussy.

"Oh, yes, baby, fuck me, fuck this slut," Lisa urged, kissing Brad's cheeks, lips and forehead. She had had to release Alan's cock to fling her arms around Brad's back. She gripped him tightly as the slapping sound of their bodies, and the slurping sound of his cock buried in her wet cunt aroused her more and more. Lisa felt her body rising, her breathing becoming more and more shallow, and knew what this meant. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and dug her nails into Brad's back as she and he came together.

"Holy Jesus fuck!!" she screamed, her pleasure exploding exponentially as her womb was filled with Brad's cum. After a moment, she recovered her senses and looked about her. She smiled as she watched Alan jerk the skin of his cock back and forth.

"No need for that, Mr Pearson..." Lisa pushed Brad off of her, as he had served his purpose, and lurched to her hands and knees. Alan's cock was different than Brad's... At least, she thought so. She giggled as she realized she hadn't even seen the youngest dick in the room. He did have one, right? she wondered. She lowered her head and looked backward. Pearly cum was leaking out of her cunt and down her thigh. Yup.

But Alan's cock was nice. A beautiful shape. Lisa smiled at Alan, kissed him, and whispered in his ear that he reminded her of her dad. With that, she plunged her face down into his crotch. Alan moaned as he leaned back, supporting himself with his hands, as Lisa took his whole organ into her mouth. In it went and out it came, over and over, as her left hand, the wedding ring on its third finger, moved up and down with the motion, causing Alan exquisite joy.

"Oh, God, Lisa... I'm cumming..." he said, almost as if he wanted her to stop. Lisa nodded but didn't let up on her sucking. She withdrew her mouth until all but the cock's head was released from the velvety wet grip, then dove down again, forcing the skin back and licking the tissue underneath with a heavy tongue. "Jesus..." Alan prayed.

He released his cum with a cry. It was hot and there was a lot of it. Lisa moaned in short little bursts, as if saying "Oh, oh, oh!" repeatedly. She swallowed as fast as she could and still some escaped from her lips and down her chin. As Alan collapsed back onto the bed, Lisa pulled her mouth from his cock, already going limp.




Under the Influence



"Fuck, Alan!" she said, her words slurred by the amount of cum in her mouth. "You fired off a gallon, you horny bastard!" White drops of semen sprayed in front of her as she spoke.

But she didn't have time to think about the mess she was creating. She felt Jake grasp her waste and drag her forcibly back, until her knees were on the very edge of the bed. She knew he was standing immediately behind her. She began breathing hard, getting ready for the thick rod of meat that was about to be thrust into her private parts. Jake positioned the swelled head of his dick, now purple and huge, against the equally swollen lips of Lisa's cunt, still leaking Brad's cum. Lisa smiled in anticipation. She didn't have long to wait.

Jake slid his organ into her pussy, slowly at first. Lisa started to moan in one long continuous "Oooooooh..." and kept it up until the whole length of her latest intruder had been accommodated in her stretched vagina. Her fingers gripped the twisted sheets of the bed as Jake withdrew. Lisa thought that that wasn't so bad...

Jake shoved his cock deep into Lisa's cunt with such force that her breath was taken away. And he kept shoving it. In and out, pile-driving the dick into her hole. Lisa screamed with pain and pounded the bed ineffectually with her little fists. Jake kept ramming his cock into her regardless of what she shrieked. Or was it because of what she shrieked?

"Jesus fucking Christ! Do it!! Fuck me, you giant dicked bastard!! Do it! Rape me! Split me! Don't stop!!"

Lisa had a vision of Alan's pretty cock hard again and even in her pain and intense pleasure she reached out for it. But Brad knelt in front of her instead and shoved his own dick into her mouth. She gagged but was happy. Any dick would have done at this point. Jake was ravishing Lisa so violently that she wasn't even touching the bed. His grip around her hips was like a vice and she was impaled on his dense rod, like a hot dog on a stick at a roast. Her hands scrabbled among the sheets but gave up the effort, since her other end, her mouth, was securely fastened to Brad's member.

Her orgasm was building, she could feel it. The sides of her vagina felt like they were being rubbed off, and each spasm of pain was twice as strong a spasm of joy. Brad was building too, as his balls closed up toward his cock, and he gripped Lisa's curly hair for support. Jesus, it was coming, she knew, almost there: she squeezed her eyes tight again as Jake and Brad fired their loads simultaneously. A ball of light and heat of incredible intensity shot up Lisa's body as cum spilled out of her mouth and cunt at the same time. More cum covered her hair and face, and she realized that Alan had shot his load over her with the others.

Then Lisa blacked out.

The sun was slanting through the windows when she woke. She was sore everywhere, and her head felt like it was floating beside her body. She blinked at the surroundings. Alan was asleep beside her on the bed; Brad was snoring on the floor and Jake breathing peacefully in a chair. All were naked. Lisa considered each man's cock in turn and realized that they were all the same size when limp. This made her giggle.

She struggled to her feet and steadied herself eventually. She was in no real pain but throbbed in places. Her cunt felt stretched and when she looked in the yellow morning light, thick white semen was still leaking out. She wondered who had been the last to fuck her. Her jaws felt uncomfortably pulled, too. She smiled, and figured that had been Jake's fault. She had a little trouble walking. She should go, she knew. Gathering her clothes from where they had been discarded, she realized that she couldn't find her panties. Well, someone can have a trophy, she shrugged.

Lisa stepped from the suite, not properly closing the door and lurched down the corridor, naked, but effectively covered by her bundled clothes, held in front of her. From behind, her naked back and pretty, rounded ass were for everyone to see. An older gentleman, perhaps sixty, was just leaving his room, its door opposite Lisa's, when he looked up and gaped at the wild apparition approaching him. Her hair was a rat's nest, stiff with what had to have been a couple loads of cum, and the stream of semen from her pussy had finally reached her ankle. Hmm, she thought, otherwise, I'm damn cute.

The man, bald and slightly bent with age but still spry, nodded at Lisa as she stopped in font of hr door. She smiled at him, and, swishing her tongue about her mouth, realized that several balls'-worth of cum made a terrible morning-after taste. She dropped her clothes on the floor then bent to rummage through her slacks, her cute ass facing the old man, who made no effort to leave. Lisa straightened, unsteadily, with her room key in her hand. Each attempt to insert I in the lock met with failure, however.

"Fuck..." she muttered, "why can't they have key-cards?" She turned and looked at her audience. "Can you open this for me?"

"Sure, miss." The gentleman took the key from Lisa's wobbling hand and unlocked her door for her, pushing it inward a bit.

"Thanks," she responded, kicking her pile of clothes into the room before her. "Christ, that pot was strong. Still not out of the system..." She turned around and considered the old man. He had turned away now, not knowing whether to be embarrassed or not, and was about to walk away. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" she asked him, grinning. She grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and pulled him into her room. Without closing the door, she dropped to her knees and started fumbling with his belt.

"Oh, God, miss..." the man stammered, "I'm married."

"Me too!" exclaimed Lisa, grinning at her witty come-back. She pulled down the zipper of the man's pants and stuck her fingers through the fly.

"But...my wife, she's downstairs..." the man pleaded.

As Lisa pulled out the man's cock, growing harder in her hand, she shook her head.

"Nope. She'll have to get someone else. I don't swing that way. Even stoned..."

Lisa lay on her bed, naked, her knees drawn up to her chin. She had been crying for more than an hour. She had just spent the night being fucked by three men; she had been their slut, their willing slut, and then she had practically raped another complete stranger. Unprotected sex with four men in a few hours. How could she live with herself? she wanted to know. She'd never been unfaithful to Ron, never. And now... What if she was pregnant? She closed her eyes and tried to rest her mind. Just a few more minutes, just a few...

She glanced at her travel clock on the bedside stand. Fuck, she thought. She'd missed her plane home, too...



Under the Influence



"You know that if I was French, I'd have to kill you right now."

Josie gasped a little, but Dave just smiled and finished pouring out the wine. "If you were Roman, though, you'd thank me," he said. "Lots of ancient cultures put things in wine to improve the flavor-herbs, honey, even seawater." He slid the goblet across to Fiona, and poured another one for Josie.

Fiona grinned playfully. "But that was to disguise the taste of inferior vintages," she said. "You made this yourself-are you trying to tell us something?"

"Josie was right," Dave said with a chuckle, pouring out a glass for himself. "You do know your stuff. And no, I'm not hiding anything. I just figure that if I'm the one making it, I can do anything I feel like. Oh, that reminds me," he said, just as Josie took a swig. "It's a little bit stronger than the stuff you buy in a store. Careful you don't overdo it-this stuff can go to your head."

Fiona swirled the wine around in her glass for a long moment, deeply inhaling the aroma, before carefully taking a sip-more out of a desire to savor the taste than out of any worries about getting drunk. "Interesting," she said, after letting the wine roll across her tongue for a long moment. "It's sweeter than I'd expected it would be. Almost a dessert wine."

"It's got a little bit of honey," Dave said. "I know, I know, the French." He put his hands up in mock defensiveness. "I wanted to make sure it had the right flavor profile-the herbs are kind of strong-tasting on their own, and I didn't want them to overwhelm the taste of the wine. Like Mary Poppins said, a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down."

Fiona took another drink. She shouldn't be enjoying needling Josie's friend so much, but it had been a long time since she'd talked to a fellow oenophile, especially one with a sense of humor. Most of her conversations about wine were with her customers, and she considered it a good omen if they didn't ask for a nice Chablis to go with their steak. When Josie mentioned that she had a friend who wanted them to try some homemade wine, Fiona felt a little bit like a parent having a night out without the kids. 

She swished the wine around in her mouth a little, trying to pick up some of that herbal flavor that Dave talked about. It was definitely subtle-a slight hint of bitterness that cut across the acid notes of the wine as it attacked the tongue, mellowing slightly as she held it in her mouth for a long moment before swallowing. She understood perfectly why Dave thought the honey was necessary; without that sweetness, the bitterness of the herbs combined with the bitter finish of the wine would probably have left her setting it down without finishing it. As it was, she found it quite easy to drink.

So did Josie, she noticed. Her friend had already finished three-quarters of the glass and was taking another drink. Not exactly wine-tasting etiquette, but Dave seemed like he was just happy they were enjoying it. She saw him looking at her expectantly and smiled. "It's very good," she said. "The evolution is interesting-I thought I detected some notes of blackberry in there."

"You have good taste," Dave said with a broad smile. "Both literally and figuratively. I actually used blackberries as well as grapes. I tinker a lot with the recipe. I guess I'm sort of a mad scientist of wine."

"Evolution?" Josie leaned forward, tapping her empty glass meaningfully. "Like, wine that turns into a Pokemon or something?"

Dave poured her another glass. Obviously Josie wasn't worried about the drink going to her head. Then again, she could walk home. "No-well, not unless I really screwed something up in the recipe. 'Evolution' is one of those technical wine terms. Would you like to explain?"

Fiona held up her glass. "Certainly," she said, in tones of mock pomposity. "After all, I am a professional. There are three phases to the tasting of a fine wine. First, the attack." She took a swig of the wine, slightly larger than she intended to.

After swallowing, she continued. "The attack is the initial hit of flavor-how does the wine burst onto your tongue? What kind of an impression does it make?"

Josie took her own swig, even bigger than Fiona's. "Does 'yummy' count?"

Dave and Fiona both laughed. "Probably not for a formal wine tasting," Dave said, "but for purposes of hanging out with friends it's just fine."

"Then," Fiona continued, once the laughter had subsided a little, "you have the evolution." She took another swallow, this time holding the wine in her mouth for a moment. "That's where you let the wine sort of hang out in your mouth for a little while, so that you can pick up on the flavors that take a bit for you to notice. Like, did you get that herbal flavor Dave talked about? Or that fruity taste? Or the honey? That all comes out in the evolution."

Fiona looked down at her glass. There was significantly less than she imagined. It was the honey, she decided. It concealed the bitter notes so well that you didn't even notice how much you were drinking. "Um," she blinked a moment, collecting her thoughts. "Then you have the finish. That's a fancy name for the aftertaste." She drained the last of her glass, licking her lips to catch the last few drops. "You get that nice bittersweet flavor on the back of your throat? That's the finish. It's what you're going to taste for a little while, so it's important to make it good."

Dave leaned over and tipped another measure of wine into her cup. "Of course," he said, "if this were a formal wine tasting, I'd only be giving you a little bit in your glass. Also, the glasses probably wouldn't be collectible Flintstones cups."

Fiona nodded, taking another drink. "He's right. We use 'Star Wars' cups at our tastings. For that note of elegance and class."

Josie laughed a little harder than the joke warranted. "Also, don't you spit out the wine at wine tastings? So you don't get drunk?"

Fiona grimaced. "Don't remind me," she said, taking another swig of her drink. "I always feel like it's an abominable waste of a perfectly good vintage." The herbal taste seemed to get stronger as she had more of the wine, as though it stayed longer on the tongue than the rest of it. She didn't mind, though-now that she'd gotten used to it, she found that she almost preferred it to the wine and honey flavors. It was maybe a licorice, or an aniseed...she mentally shrugged. She didn't know nearly as much about herbs as she did wine.

"Absolutely," Dave said, topping up Josie's glass. "Wine is made to be drunk, not to be spit out like tobacco juice. Which reminds me, another thing that went in this was-" He stopped when he saw the look on Fiona's face. "Kidding! Kidding! Please don't hurt me."

Fiona giggled. "I would never hurt a mad scientist of wine," she said. "Who knows, you might sic a Grapenstein on me." She giggled even harder at the mental image, rocking forward so hard that she almost spilled her drink. If it hadn't been almost empty, she probably would have.

"Uh-oh," Dave said, gently easing the glass out of her hand. "I think that wine might have gone to your head after all."

Fiona tried to sit back up, but she overbalanced slightly and wound up leaning hard into the couch cushions. She tried to sit up straight again, but her body seemed to have found the perfect position and it didn't want to move at all. "I think you might be right," she said loosely as she slumped like a rag doll.

Beside her, Josie sank down into a similar boneless pose, her shoulder leaning into Fiona's as she sagged limply. The glass slipped from her fingers and fell onto the floor before Dave could catch it, and Josie muttered, "Sorry," but without any real conviction.

"No worries," Dave said, scooping it up and putting it on the table. "It was empty anyway. There's nothing you need to worry about right now, either one of you. Just relax and enjoy the way you're feeling right now."

Fiona closed her eyes in what was intended to be a blink but turned into a long, sleepy struggle with her own eyelids. She finally forced them back open and lifted her wobbly head to stare at Dave. "This doesn't make sense," she said in a tone of offended dignity. "I mean, I know Josie's a lightweight, but I'm a professional...um...wine person. I haven't gotten drunk from," she looked down and counted on her fingers. It took a surprising amount of effort. "Two glasses of wine in years!"

Dave smiled. He had a nice smile. "I'm a mad scientist of wine, remember?"

Fiona nodded. Somewhere on the backstroke, her head fell back into the cushions again and wouldn't get up. "Oh. Right," she said. She thought about saying something more, but her train of thought wouldn't leave the station.

"It's okay," Dave said. "Just relax and enjoy it. How do you feel right now?"

Josie giggled sleepily. "Nice," she drawled out, her vowel sounds extending into a drowsy purr. Fiona let out a murmur of agreement-she felt drowsy, but not the kind of drowsy that led to sleep. It was more like the kind of warm, lazy contentment you felt when you woke up on a Saturday morning, where the blanket was soft and your body didn't want to move an inch and all you felt like doing was lying in bed until noon. Fiona felt like she never wanted it to end.

"Just let yourself feel that," Dave whispered. "Just relax into the sensation, let it carry you along. Let it evolve."

That made a weird kind of sense, Fiona realized. That first rush of relaxation that knocked her flat on her ass, that was the attack. Now that she was resting comfortably and paying attention to her body, she could detect other sensations. There was a distinct note of warmth, almost a sensual heat. She could feel a sort of languorous weight to her body, as though her sudden awareness of her arousal made her feel strangely heavy. Her breasts felt more present, suddenly.

"That's right," Dave said. Fiona suddenly realized she'd been talking out loud. "What else do you feel?"

"I feel wet," Fiona said, her voice sounding like cheerful babble in her ears. "I'm definitely feeling a lot of heat between my thighs, a real concentration of sensation there. My clit is sort of throbbing, but it's a nice throb, like my heartbeat is stroking me. I'm definitely tingling."

"I'm getting that too," Josie said, with the same tone of loose and pleasant stream of consciousness. "My tits are feeling very tight. My nipples are gathering together, they're very hard now, and I'm definitely imagining pinching them. It's really hard to think about anything but sex right now."

"Do you think you can move enough to do anything about that?" Dave asked, his voice a picture of concern.

Fiona waved her arm through the air lazily. It seemed to glide along on its own for long periods, but eventually she got it under control enough to press up against her crotch. Her hips didn't want to move very much, but she settled into a slow, grinding motion that felt very satisfying. "Oh, that's nice," she whimpered. "Josie, do you get that same slippery feeling in your pussy?"

"Absolutely," Josie replied. "It's so slick and wet down there, I can feel it soaking my panties. I usually get about two fingers inside me when I masturbate, but I feel like I can probably slip in three without any effort." Josie had never discussed her self-pleasuring techniques with Fiona before, but the conversation felt perfectly natural right now. Sexual inhibitions seemed like something that happened to other people.

Fiona wriggled her hand inside the waistband of her pants and slid her fingers along her slit. "Do you use your thumb or your palm on your clit?" she asked Josie, petting her pussy and enjoying the sensation of her hand trapped up against her mound by the tight crotch of her jeans. "Because I used to use my palm, just grind it on down and get that nice pressure, but now I like to flick it with my thumb more." She didn't even know if her words were making any sense; it didn't seem to matter. Everything felt so good now, and telling Josie how hot and sexy her body was feeling only seemed to intensify the pleasure. She didn't think she could stop talking if she tried.

"I don't know if I mentioned this earlier," Dave said, "but I do have a few other hobbies besides wine making." He opened a drawer in the coffee table, and pulled out two thick glass dildos. "I'm also an amateur glassblower."

Fiona smiled, her eyes focusing on the gleaming light streaming through the dildo with glazed fascination. "They're so beautiful," she heard herself say, her voice filled with quiet awe. "They're absolutely...beautiful."

"Here," Dave said. "Would you like to try?" He leaned over and helped undo Fiona's jeans, then pressed the glass rod into her hand as she wriggled her pants and panties down to her knees. A moment later, he did the same for Josie.

"Oh, that's so nice," Fiona whimpered, sliding the smooth glass into her slippery cunt. "Josie, are you getting that same little nub at the base? Hitting you right in the clit?"

"Uh-huh," Josie moaned. "It's definitely shaped just right for my pussy. Normally when I use a toy I like something with a little buzz, but this is so thick that I don't even mind. I'm feeling, not stretched, but definitely tight inside. I can't stop fucking myself, Fi. I really don't think I can ever stop fucking myself."

Fiona smiled loosely, all her thoughts dribbling out between her thighs. "Me neither," she said, unable to stop herself from babbling out her pleasure. "My pussy's so wet, every time the dildo comes out it's all slick and shiny and I just love fucking it. I'm fucking myself so hard now, I've got my other hand working my clit and I think I might cum soon, I really think I want to cum, I just feel so fucking horny right now, so fucking, so hot, I fuck, I oh oh fuck oh fuck..."

"uh-huh oh fuck yes fuck me oh god oh..." Fiona felt Josie's body shiver where it rested against hers, almost like she was transmitting her orgasm into Fiona through touch. Fiona heard her words slowly slur into moans, her moans melt into screams, her screams of pleasure blend in with Josie's until the two of them were feeding off each other's ecstasy and her orgasm triggered Josie's orgasm and Josie's orgasm triggered her orgasm and they couldn't stop cumming and they couldn't stop making each other cum and they just couldn't fucking stop anymore...

She had no idea how long it all lasted. She came down from her multiple orgasm even dizzier and drowsier than before, the afterglow mingling with the pleasure and the soft, sleepy warmth to leave her feeling pleasantly docile. She felt like she could rest up against Josie like a lazy, limp rag doll forever and just listen to Dave talk.

"That's right," he said. "Feeling so perfect now, so relaxed and open, so ready to take in everything I'm saying. Just enjoying that perfect finish, lingering all over and making you so very eager to drink in those sensations all over again."

Fiona smiled, her pussy twitching slightly around the dildo in an aftershock of pleasure as she imagined falling into those wine-dark depths once more.

THE END



Under the Influence of a Summer Night



"You did what?"

"I asked them to join us."

"On our vacation." I put the emphasis on the word our.

"Yes, well, I sort of, I didn't think ..."

"No, you did not think. Our vacation and you invite him and the new girlfriend to our vacation?"

"I didn't think you'd mind."

"Well, I do mind. A lot. And personally, the vacation is already staring in the toilet."

"Oh, come on baby. It'll be great."

He had his hand on my hip and it slid off as I stood and walked to the bathroom. I put on my robe and tied the sash. We had just made love and I had been in a good, no, a great mood until he dropped the bombshell about vacation. Unlike those lucky Europeans, I only get one week of vacation a year and now I was going to have to share it. Kevin's brother is an all right guy, quiet, low maintenance. But the girlfriend, Vivian has always seemed to be high maintenance. Our time together has been limited to the big holidays where everyone flies in from around the country and we meet at Kevin's parents to eat and argue. Both are holiday rituals in his family.

"I'll call them and tell them they can't come along."

I turned and looked at him. "That's a great idea. I'll get the phone." I started to get the phone for him.

He took the phone from me. "Do you really want me to cancel it?"

"Yes."

"I can't. Chris will be heartbroken if he can't see us. He's been having a rough time."

"Then don't call him." I left Kevin in bed with the phone and a puzzled look.

The time to the vacation was busy at work. I had late hours, a couple of weekends, and all for the opportunity to go away for a week, only to return to find no one did my job while I was gone. I put the thought about Chris and Vivian coming with us out of my mind, and Kevin and I did not talk about it again. Our ride to the mountains was quiet. I was exhausted and the tension about our guests hung in the air during the seven hour drive. I had left work early on Friday to let us try to get another day into the vacation and we arrived shortly before dusk. We checked in and the receptionist made a big fuss over us being there. When we got to the room, I found out why. Kevin had bumped us up to the honeymoon suite on the second floor. We had a grand suite with windows looking out on the mountains, an open floor plan, and a balcony with a hot tub. There were flowers and a bottle of champagne on the table waiting for us.

"I'm sorry that I invited them," he said, wrapping his arms around me. "I'll make it up to you. I promise." He kissed me on the top of my head.

"You're a goof. And if I didn't love you, I would have dropped your sorry ass a long time ago," I said as I turned and wrapped my arms around him. "Let's open that champagne, get naked, and watch the sun set from the hot tub."

I don't know the rules about hot tubs, but we probably violated all of them. We drank most of the bottle of champagne and we probably stayed in the water way to long. But the view was sensational as we watched the late summer sun drift across the mountains to our west and slowly set behind them. The orange glow of the setting sun was the color of an autumn pumpkin and I sat mesmerized as it dropped from sight. We got out of the tub and wrapped ourselves in the thick terry robes and went back into the suite.

"All right, here are the rules. You've got seven days to make this right for me. And you're starting now," I said as I pushed Kevin onto the bed. He had drunk most of the champagne, and it helped make it easier to push him over.

I let the robe drop off my shoulders and I climbed on the bed until I straddled his face. I lowered myself slightly until my pussy just rested on his lips. He stuck out his tongue and licked my pussy lips until his tongue rested against my clit. I usually need more foreplay, but the champagne, the sunset, and the warm water had done all of the preparation for me. I just wanted to come and come fast. He held out his tongue, and I rocked myself back and forth along it, controlling the pressure and the strokes. I settled down and he stuck it into me, lapping against me, trying to coax my thick juices with only his tongue, holding my hips and pulling me onto his mouth and lips and tongue. He hit the right spots and I started rubbing back and forth against him. After a few minutes, the sensations began to intensify and my pussy and clit started to tingle. I grabbed my breasts, kneading my nipples and rolling them between my fingers. I rubbed harder, grinding against his face, covering his lips and tongue and chin with all of my juices as a shot started in my pussy and seems to travel up my belly and into my nipples as I pinched them hard as I came. I clenched my thighs tight against his head as the last waves washed over me and I fell over onto the bed to try to catch my breath.

"Wow," I said, my eyes closed. 

Kevin kissed me on the lips. "Sounded good. Glad I could help."

"I'm going to write that one down."

"Anything I can do to make amends, you let me know."

Saturday was a wonderful day. We slept late, the first time I had that luxury in many weeks. After breakfast we rented some bicycles and explored the back roads that were near the resort. We came across a small country store and had lunch of pimento cheese sandwiches and ice cold root beer. I felt like I could stay there forever.

We got back to the hotel and I got into the hot tub to rest my sore muscles. Kevin came to the balcony and announced that Chris and Vivian had arrived and brought them onto the balcony. I was frantic. I was in the hot tub, only the bubbles hid my body from their eyes as they walked out on the deck. Chris was polite and did not look at me, but Vivian smiled and seemed to stare at me as Kevin and Chris spoke. They finally left to go back to their room to rest before we went to dinner.

"What the hell were you thinking?" I asked Kevin after they left.

"They were in the door before I knew it was them, what was I supposed to do?"

"'Sorry, Randi's outside, let me get her' would have been a good place to start."

I hate fighting. Did he do something wrong? Who knows? Something stupid? Yep. I acted like I was mad at him, but it lasted for about fifteen minutes. We showered and got dressed and went to dinner with Chris and Vivian. They were both tired, they had a long flight, a delay en route, and had gotten to the hotel later than expected. We all had more to drink than we should have. Their room was down the hall from ours. We were at the door to their room and were starting to say our good nights.

"That hot tub looked really good," Chris said.

"It is nice, " Kevin answered.

"How about we get a bottle of wine and all of us soak for a few minutes and get our vacation started in style," Chris said.

"Sounds great, doesn't it honey," Kevin said, looking at me. His face had a look that was hard to read. He didn't want to say no to his brother, but was trying to give us a way out. Problem was, I would have to be the bad guy.

Fifteen minutes later, they were at the door, wrapped in robes, a chilled bottle of Riesling in one hand and plastic cups in the other. They went out to the balcony, dropped their robes and were both naked.

Naked!

I'm not a prude, I love sex as much as the next woman, but I am very private, and I wasn't expecting us to all be in the tub nude. I had my bathing suit on under the robe. Chris and Vivian got into the hot tub. Kevin took off his robe and then removed his trunks and got in with them. I excused myself and went to the bathroom and removed my bikini. Unfortunately, when I got outside, all eyes were on me. Chris and Kevin were talking and really did not look my way. Vivian had her eyes on my body (or at least I thought she did) as I climbed up the stairs and into the water. I sat next to Kevin and across from her.

They poured us each a tall glass of wine and we sipped and continued our conversation from dinner. The moon was up over the horizon in the east and cast a pale light on us in the tub. Chris and Vivian sat next to each other, his arm around her shoulders. Kevin was next to me and we sat shoulder to shoulder. Vivian put her hand under the water and Chris started getting a strange look on his face and suddenly had difficulty carrying on a conversation. Vivian looked at me and smiled. The lights in the tub were turned off, and I really couldn't see what was happening, but I am certain she was jerking him off in the tub. In front of us! 

"What do you think Sweetie," she asked, as she leaned over and bit his ear.

"Um, I think we should get going to our room and let them go to bed," he said, his breath coming in short gasps.

But he did not get up. But Vivian did, standing next to him standing in the center of the tub and letting the water slide down her body. It was my turn to stare at her small breasts and her neatly trimmed dark pubic hair. She waited for a moment, her eyes catching mine, and then she turned and swung one long leg, then the other over the edge of the tub. She walked to her robe and put it on. I stood and followed her and put on my robe. She surprised me when she walked over to me and hugged me and whispered "I'm so glad that we're going to spend the week together. Thanks for inviting us." She kissed me on the cheek.

The next couple of days were relaxing and actually quite enjoyable. We'd meet Vivian and Chris for breakfast and then we'd all go our separate ways and get back together for dinner. We took another bicycle ride, going a completely different route on Sunday. The concierge at the resort had gotten the kitchen to pack us a picnic and we were on our journey. It was a gently rolling route, small hills, in a rural setting and narrow roads that we never saw any other people. A little after noon we came to a small waterfall, about fifteen feet tall and the beginning of a small stream at the base. It was the perfect spot for a picnic. 

We found a level area, created a little place to sit, and opened the lunch goodies packed for us. We gorged on deviled eggs and stuffed grape leaves sliced apples and sharp cheddar cheese. Thick moist brownies finished the meal. I lay back on the ground, full, happy and relaxed. The sky above was a brilliant blue and there were hardly any clouds. A hawk soared in the thermal drafts, its wings spread as it made lazy circles in the sky above us.

"Whatcha thinking?" Kevin asked as he leaned over me and kissed me on the lips.

"I'm a happy woman."

"So, I didn't screw up the vacation?"

"No." He smiled, a self-congratulatory look in his eyes. "Not yet."

"Not yet," he yelled in mock anger. "You look pretty happy." He suddenly got a mischievous look in his eye. "Let's go swimming."

"Where?"

"Here. Right there," he said pointing to the pool of water below the falls.

"But we don't have suits or towels or ..."

"So. Come one."

He was standing in a flash and pulled me to my feet. He reached down and loosened his shoes and removed them. He pulled off his shirt and pushed his shorts down past his hips and kicked them off. He grabbed my blouse and started pulling it over my head. I started to protest, but he told me to trust him, and I paused for a moment, not quite consent but he interpreted it as one and pulled it off and pulled down my pants. He kneeled in front of me, and kissed my belly and tongued my navel. I started to laugh as he removed my shoes. He stood up, took my hand, and led me to the water.

We got to the edge and he stepped in first and howled.

Cold, cold, cold," he said fast.

"Then let's not ..." I started to protest.

He walked in deeper, leading me, the water came to pour ankles, then knees, thighs and waist and I felt the bottom of the water level off. The water was cold and my skin puckered and my nipples got hard. I reached down and grabbed is cock. It was small and retracted. I could barely feel his balls.

"That will teach you," I said laughing. "Be mean to your girlfriend, and your cock will shrivel up."

"There are lots of cures for that problem," he said and smiled.

We walked around for a few minutes, mapping out the area, finding where is was shallow, where the water was deep. It varied in depth to three to four feet, and with the water falls it was moving fairly fast. We really couldn't swim, the area was more like a wading pool. We found some boulders near the base of the falls and we sat on them, the water coming to our chests as we sat and bobbed in the water.

The water was actually bearable as you sat in it. Closer to the falls, the water cascading in silver sheets was actually warmer, it was the pooled, lower layer water that was cold. We sat back, listening to the water fall, birds squawking and small animals scurrying in the dark underbrush.

I reached over and grabbed Kevin's cock. It was still small and shriveled.

"What are you doing?"

"An experiment."

I started stroking his cock with long slow stroked, my hand sliding back and forth over his soft member. After a few strokes, I could feel him start to get hard, and as the blood began to flow to it, it warmed in my hand. After a few minutes, he was hard and sticking out from his body. I leaned over and flicked his nipple with my tongue and he moaned. I started stroking him fasted, varying my grip on him, sliding my hand over the head and then back down the shaft. And I kept a relentless attack on his nipple, flicking my tongue across it, occasionally biting it all the while I jerked his cock.

He started to moan and his chest stiffened leaning back, trying to push the nipple harder against my lips and tongue. His cock swelled in my hand and I felt it pulse and I looked down to see him shooting jets of white cum into the cold water around us. It was so cool to see it, the water acted like a buffer, slowing the streams, and it made it look like he was cumming in slow motion.

"That was intense," he finally said after a few moments. "And a lot of fun." He kissed me on the lips. 

Meals were the only time that we saw Chris and Vivian. We did our thing, they did theirs and at the end of the day, we got together and shared with each other. I really like Chris. He is a lot like Kevin, a little quieter, but with a good sense of humor. They are nothing alike physically, though. Kevin is tall, muscular, with black hair that's thinning on the top. Chris is nearly a foot shorter with this brown hair and intense blue eyes. His face lights up when he tells a story.

I got to see the two of them interact as well. The other times that I had seen her probably wasn't a fair judge of her and their relationship. It was also at Kevin and Chris's parents, and they alone are enough to make someone start drinking as an avocation. With us, she was funny and bright and insightful and a joy to share dinner with every night. She is a poet who works for an ad agency and listening to her descriptions of their days was like a living travelogue.

Wednesday night the guys realized that they hadn't spent any "guy time" and asked if they could go to the local sports bar to catch up.

"You mean drink cheap beer and smoke cigars," I said. Vivian nodded.

"That too," Kevin said.

After arranging a designated driver (a taxi from the resort) we sent them on their way. Vivian said she had another bottle of champagne and suggested that we relax in the hot tub and I agreed. A few minutes later, she was at the door, wrapped in her robe and a bottle in her hand. We set up an ice bucket next to the tub, poured a couple of glasses and got into the warm swirling water.

Lights from the small town around the resort dotted the mountain side and there were a few stars in the sky. I had turned off all the lights in the suite and we were in near total darkness on the balcony. It felt like we were a million miles away from everyone else. The champagne was delicious and after a few minutes I was pouring our third glass.

Vivian sat across from me, both of us outstretched in the tubs, our feet and legs bumped against each other. She stood up and stepped toward me and I thought she was going to get another glass of champagne. She lowered herself near me, her knees straddled my hips, her ass resting on my knees. She put her wet hands on my face and leaned in and kissed me, slowly, cautiously, her lips caressed mine.

I had never kissed a woman before. Oh, I had kissed some friend in high school, it was nothing serious, mostly fooling around, and there were no overtone or overtures being made. This was a kiss. She held me, kissing me, her tongue slipping between my lips and I opened my mouth, letting her explore my tongue and lips. I pushed with my tongue, against her lips and teeth and tongue and savoring the sensation. My heart was beating hard in my chest and I took a deep breath.

"You're a great kisser," she said. She leaned back, sitting in my lap, her hands now resting above my hips.

"Woof," was all I could say.

She laughed and leaned forward, her forehead against mine. She kissed my nose.

"Why don't we go inside," she whispered.

We got out of the tub and toweled each other off, our hands touching and rubbing each other. After a few minutes I put my hands on her hips and pulled her against me, our breasts and bellies pushing hard against each other. I kissed her hard, my tongue probing her mouth, pushing hard, tasting her lips and chin and neck as my hands roamed along her body. I took her hand and led her to the bed and pushed her onto it and I fell down alongside her. She climbed on top of me.

Tell me what you like," she said.

"I'm yours," I said.

She was like a starving animal, kissing and nibbling my eyes and lips and chin and neck until her lips found my nipples. She took one into her mouth and flicked and sucked it hard, and then to the other, back and forth, and ache and pain in my pussy as she teased them for what felt like eternity. She licked her way down my belly until she was at my pussy and she kissed it softly.

"Such a pretty pussy," she said. 

She flicked her tongue out, the tip lightly grazed my lips and then she flicked my clit. She took a finger and slid it into me and I gasped as a woman touched me for the first time. She ran it around the inside, pushing against me and she withdrew it, thick with my juice and slid it into her mouth and sucked it.

"Mmmm. Sweet." She did it again and put the finger to my lips and I stuck my tongue out and licked her finger. I sucked it into my mouth and let my tongue twirl around it.

She lifted my ass off the bed and put a pillow under me. She lowered her mouth to my pussy and start kissing me as sensually as she had kissed my mouth, her tongue and lips caressing li pussy lips and clit, alternating light strokes with sucking my lips into her mouth. After several minutes, she focused on my clit, her mouth on me as her tongue relentlessly rubbed back and forth against my clit. I threw my head back and forth as the intense pleasure from her mouth washed over my pussy and belly and breasts. I grabbed her head and pulled her hard into me as she continued to lick and the intense warmth spread like a drop into warm cream, a wave of pleasure, staring at my clit and quickly shot through my body and felt like an electric shock up my spine. I collapsed into the bed.

Vivian climbed up in the bed and lay on me and she kissed me softly. I could smell and taste myself on her lips.

"Thank you for inviting us," she said, resting her head on my chest.

"I'm glad we did," I said as I stroked her hair. "I'm really glad we did."



Under The Influence of Surrender



Five minutes into her presentation and Fran Crawford already knew she was losing them. Her attempt to enlighten her classmates with her PowerPoint presentation only illuminated the screen behind her. Fran believed the richly detailed research on the Amazon Rainforest, the fascinating photos of de-forestation, and the graphs and statistical projections should have entranced her classmates as much as it had her. 

Yawns and muted conversations were her reward for all her hard work, confirming her suspicions about her twelve-grade science. They were all assholes. Fran often wondered if they were best suited for scientific experimentation involving abnormalities of the brain.

She had been bravely continuing, imagining herself giving a dissertation at the Smithsonian, and letting the darkness of the room conceal the peanut gallery, when in the middle of describing the complexities of animal life she felt a strange and pleasant sensation between her legs. She stopped in mid-sentence, her laser pointer aimed at the ceiling, her face flush with pleasure and embarrassment.

"Is everything alright Fran?" Mr. Yardell lay his pen down on his desk. He slid his thick black glasses up the bridge of his nose, a habit he had when unsure what to do, and stood up slowly.

"Fran?"

Fran didn't hear him at first. She was stunned by this unexpected change in her body. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm down. Exhaling slowly she opened her eyes and noticed that the lights had been turned on and every face was as full of questions as she was. She had to get out of the classroom fast.

"Mr. Yardell, I suddenly feel nauseous. Can I use the restroom?"

"Of course. Let me send someone with you. Laurie?" 

"That's ok." Fran ran out of the classroom and down the hall to the nearest bathroom. 

The bathroom was empty. She whisked herself into the first stall and locked the door. Sitting on the toilet with her legs clenched tightly together and her arms wrapped around them, Fran focused on the floor tiles and counted the number of small black squares compared to the number of small white squares. Counting out loud she hoped that if she ignored what her body felt it would just go away. 

The feeling became more distinct, and it felt as if fingers were rubbing her clit. She grabbed her crotch and pressed her hands as hard as she could between her legs but it didn't interfere with the roaming fingers. Fran unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down half expecting to see a disembodied hand running amok in her underwear but she only saw a damp spot in the middle of her new aqua blue panties.

She took the panties off and waved her hands frantically across her pussy, trying to wipe away whatever it was that was playing with her pussy but nothing she did made any difference. 

This doesn't make any sense, she thought.

She was reaching for her panties when she felt fingers slide inside her. She had never felt anything like it. Her body responded despite her protestations. Her nipples hardened and begged her attention. Without thinking she touched her breasts through her T-shirt while still holding her pussy in her palm. The invisible fingers moved in and out and Fran stretched out. She pointed her feet and rubbed her clit. 

She moaned not caring if anyone heard her. Thoughts of being discovered were no match for her body's demands. Her own fingers explored inside her pussy and she moved in unison with her invisible partner. She bit down on her lower lip when she came and her hands flew up to cover her mouth and muffle the sounds of her orgasm. She shuddered for a moment before collapsing against the toilet. 

Her panties were too wet to put back on so she bunched them up into a ball and pulled her jeans up. When she opened the stall door she was surprised to see Laurie Rodgers standing in her way. Fran stumbled back and dropped her panties.

"Mr. Yardell sent me to check on you."

"I'm fine."

"I'm sure you are. Did you have fun?" 

Fran's face reddened. Laurie looked down at the floor and picked up the panties. She unrolled them and saw the huge wet spot in the crotch.

"You fucking perv." She grinned.

Fran tried to grab her panties back but Laurie drew her arm away and held them behind her back.

"You're really something. You walked out of class to come in here and play with yourself." She laughed.

"Give them back." Fran demanded.

"Just wait until I tell everyone that little Fran was pussy plunging in the bathroom."

"Who's gonna believe you?" Fran pushed past her.

"They don't need to take my word for it. I'll just show them this." Laurie held up her phone. Fran gasped. On the screen was a photo of her on the toilet, legs wide, and her fingers deep inside her pussy. 

"I know you were trying to be quiet but you're pretty noisy. I was hanging over the top of the stall next to you and you didn't hear me let alone see me. Nice picture. Although I'm betting you don't want anyone having a peek."

"Delete it." Fran demanded.

"Actually, I was thinking of posting it on Facebook."

Fran tried to grab the phone.

"Back off, bitch." Laurie pushed her away. "Try that again and I smash your teeth."

Laurie walked into an open stall. "Get in here or I press send."

Fran slipped into the stall.

"Take a seat."

Fran sat down on the toilet.

"Now. If you behave I'll delete it. But if you try that shit again I will send it faster than you can start crying about it."

"What do you want?"

Laurie knelt down in front of Fran and placed her hand on Fran's knee. "I've got to admit Fran that I liked what I saw."

Fran's face turned even redder as Laurie slid her hand between Fran's knees.

"Stop it." Fran slapped the hand.

Laurie held up the phone and said, "Uh-uh. Now shhh."

Laurie moved Fran's legs apart and gently stroked her thighs. Fran jerked causing Laurie to laugh.

"You know what to do."

"No, I don't." Tell me, Fran thought. Just tell me and I'll do it.

"Take off my jeans." Laurie stood up, one hand on her hip the other gripping the phone.

Fran closed her eyes and could feel the prickles of heat on her skin. She was more frightened than she had ever been in her life. 

"C'mon Franny. Click. Click."

With trembling hands Fran unbuttoned the girl's jeans and slid them down to the ground. Laurie stepped out of them.

"Now my panties."

Fran hooked her fingers beneath the fabric, swallowed hard, and pulled the panties to the floor. Her face was inches away from Laurie's trimmed pussy. Laurie raised one leg and set her foot on the toilet seat. She took hold of Fran's head and pulled her face into her pussy.

"Start licking, freak."

Fran slowly opened her mouth and let the tip of her tongue slip out. She had barely made contact when Laurie shoved Fran's face more forcefully into her pussy.

"Get to work, Fran."

Fran couldn't breathe for a moment. She panicked and felt like she was choking. Laurie's grip was tight on her head and her neck hurt from the force. She didn't know what to do so she just started to lick, running her tongue up and down Laurie's outer lips. She must have been doing something right because Laurie was moaning and rubbing her fingers against the back of Fran's head.

"Eat me. Yes."

Fran parted Laurie's pussy with her tongue and shoved it inside. Fran wanted to cry when Laurie moaned. She took her hand away from Fran's neck and covered her mouth in the same way that Fran had done earlier. 

"Oh fuck, yeah. Stick your finger in."

Fran shoved a finger in hard and began finger fucking her. 

"Is everything alright in there girls?" It was Mr. Yardell.

Fran lifted her head but Laurie drove her head back down.

"Don't stop. Suck my clit."

Fran took her clit between her lips and sucked as hard as she could.

"Fran? Laurie?" Mr. Yardell knocked on the door.

Fran lifted her head again.

"We have to stop." She whispered.

"I'm not done." Laurie snapped and forced Fran's head down again. "Just a minute." She called out.

Laurie ground on Fran's mouth. Fran felt like she was being tossed about in a storm. She didn't know how much more of this she could stand but with a cry from Laurie she knew it was ending.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" She hissed and shoved Fran's face so hard into her pussy Fran's teeth were cutting into her lips.

With her orgasm over she pushed Fran away and began to dress.

"Get out of the stall and answer him." Fran stood up and left the stall which Laurie locked.

"We'll be out in a minute." Fran's voice shook. She washed her face and rinsed her out her mouth. Laurie came out of the stall intending to leave the bathroom when Fran hooked her hand on Laurie's shoulder.

"The picture?" She tried to look Laurie in the eye but couldn't.

Laurie took the phone out of her purse. With a couple of taps the picture disappeared and she gave Fran the middle finger. "Happy?"

"What?" Fran couldn't find the words to express herself. All she could think of shoving Laurie's head in the toilet and slamming the lid down until blood poured out of her ears. 

"Fuck." Fran screamed and grabbed the phone throwing it into an empty stall where it landed in the toilet. She stepped out of the bathroom leaving Laurie on her knees fishing for her phone. Mr. Yardell stood in the hallway with his arms folded across his chest.

"Feeling better now?" He asked.

"Thank you", was all Fran could say as she hurried down the hallway. _________________________________________________________________________________

After her last class ended Fran went to her locker to put her books away. Inside was a small red envelope. She opened it and took out a card. The front showed an old-fashioned illustration of a little girl with blonde curls swinging on a rope. At her feet, a cocker spaniel puppy chased a blue and white ball. Inside it read: Be My Valentine. There was no signature. Who the hell put this here? Fran was angry enough to tear it up but didn't want to touch it anymore. God, I just want to be left alone. She threw the card back in the locker and went down to the gym. 

Colleen was already waiting for her. Fran put on her best smile and hugged her friend.

"I heard you got sick or something today during your presentation." Colleen was shaping her Mohawk.

"You heard? Man, this school loves to fucking gossip."

"How does it look? Colleen turned her head to each side showing off her profile.

"Awesome." Fran answered without really looking.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm good. I just felt nauseous for a moment but it went away."

"You're not?" Colleen looked down at Fran's belly.

"No." Fran slapped her friend lightly on the shoulder.

Fran was too humiliated to tell Colleen what had happened. It was bad enough what she was forced to do but she imagined that if it had been Colleen instead of her, Laurie would have left the bathroom with broken bones - or not left the bathroom at all.

They entered the gymnasium which bristled with activity. Decorations and lights were being set up for the Valentine's Dance, and Fran and Colleen had volunteered to help. The two girls were hardly full of school spirit, but the extra credit they would receive was all the enticement they needed. 

"Well, hello girls." Mrs. Farrow came toward them like a torpedo and embraced them both. Her thick arms enveloped them as she steered them to a pile of boxes. 

"You're just in time."

"What's in here?" Colleen asked. 

"Those are the banners for the dance." Mrs. Farrow opened one of the boxes and removed a large sheet from the top. With Colleen and Fran's help she unfolded it. 

The banner read: Seniors Valentine's Dance.

"Now those are going to go up all around the gym. High up above the bleachers and a couple for outside the front and back doors."

Fran and Colleen looked at each other. Neither had expected to do this much work.

"When you're done with these come find me and I'll get you started on the streamers."

"Ok then." Collen grabbed a box and Fran picked up another. Mrs. Farrow set a roll of tape on Fran's box and, with another squeeze of their shoulders, she was off. They climbed the bleachers, pulled out the first banner, and unfurled it between them. 

"Toss me the tape." Colleen said.

Fran tossed the tape. It hit the wall and slid down behind the bleachers. 

Colleen laughed. "Nice going."

"I'll get it." Fran said.

"I'm gonna get a bottle of water. Want one?"

"Sure."

They bounded down the stairs together. Colleen left the gymnasium while Fran headed to the back of the bleachers and crawled between the metal bars beneath the steps.

Dust and dirt clung to her clothes and hands. How do I get myself into these things? she thought. She coughed on dust and picked her way through the labyrinth until she reached the area where the tape should be. She saw the roll wedged between the wall and a metal bar and was just reaching for it when she felt a hand grab her ass. She jumped up and banged her head on a bench.

"Shit." She grabbed her head. There was no one behind her but she could feel that hand all over her ass.

"Not again." She said aloud.

Invisible hands moved up her back and rested on her cheek. She could feel a finger enter her mouth and tickle her tongue. She thought she should feel violated but this time was different. There was a sensuality about the way it felt, sliding between her lips. Then she felt something fill her mouth. It moved in and out slowly and she was sure that she was sucking on someone's cock. Was she being raped by a ghost? That was ridiculous but the sensations were undoubtedly real.

Fran let out a sigh. There was an element to this that aroused her, something that was meant for her to enjoy. She rested on her knees and found her imagination running wild. She imagined a faceless boy standing naked in front of her, his hard cock in his hand as he forced it between her lips. She liked the way he filled her mouth, sliding on her tongue. She swallowed him feeling his muscles tighten and his cock flexing. She had always wondered what it would be like to suck someone off. The thought had frightened her before, but now it only filled her with excitement. 

Suddenly he let loose with a hot splash that filled her mouth and ran down her chin. He tasted salty and she was unconsciously licking her lips when she realized the sensations had stopped. She touched her face with her dirty hands. It was as dry as it had been when she first came down there.

Fran had to admit that she was disappointed it was over so quickly. She couldn't explain what was happening to her but she was enjoying it. She grabbed the roll of tape and crawled back out, the taste of semen still in her mouth. When she got back up top Colleen was just entering the gym holding two bottles of water.

Fran handed Colleen the roll of tape which was covered with dirt and dust balls.

"Thanks." Colleen replied sarcastically.

"Yeah." Fran replied distractedly.

"Hey. Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yup."

"Ok."

It took them three hours to make their way through all of the boxes. At six p.m. they finished and headed for their lockers. They loaded up their school books and drifted out to the parking lot.

Fran was tired and wanted nothing more than to get home and crash. They were dragging themselves across the parking lot when a car pulled up unnoticed behind them and hit the horn. They jumped out of the way, and the car pulled up alongside them. It was Laurie and her two friends, Candice and Sheryl.

"I should have known." Fran said.

"Hey. You twats wanna watch where you're going?" Laurie said to the delight of her friends.

Colleen stood her ground in front of car. "Fran, I didn't know the school allowed diseased pigs to drive around the parking lot infecting everyone with STD's." 

"And I didn't know the school allowed worn-out whores with dirty snatches to drum up customers in the parking lot." All three girls in the car gave them the middle finger as Laurie gunned the engine. Colleen stepped out of the way and Laurie hit the gas and peeled out of the lot.

"God, I hate those bitches."

"Yeah. Me too." Fran said softly.

"I know I keep asking you this but are you ok?"

"Yup." Fran gave a small smile. "You dirty whore." 

"That's worn-out whore, fuck you very much."

They laughed until they reached Fran's car and said their goodbyes.

"See you tomorrow, Franny."

"Bye Coll." _________________________________________________________________________________

After a night of disturbing dreams Fran woke feeling a stab of uncertainty in her gut. The shame she felt from Laurie's blackmail almost paled at the shame she felt over her reaction to it. She decided to tell the one person she could trust. After showering and downing a quick cup of coffee Fran drove over to Colleen's house. 

She pulled up in front of the house and ran up the walkway. There was no answer when she rang the doorbell and she wondered if she should have called first.

Fran rang the bell again. Maybe Colleen wasn't home. Fran spun on her heels to leave when the door opened suddenly.

"Fran?"

The girls hugged and Colleen pulled her inside quickly.

"Ow." Fran rubbed her arm.

"Sorry Franny." 

"Is everything ok?" Colleen scrunched up her face in worry.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

Colleen looked up the stairs then back to Fran.

"So what's going on?"

"I just...um..."

Colleen glanced upstairs yet again.

"Are you alright?" Fran asked.

"Why."

"Because you're acting a little weird."

Colleen looked upstairs again.

"Ok. What's going on and why do you keep looking upstairs like you're expecting Michael Myers to come down?"

Colleen looked worried then burst into laughter.

"What?" Fran smiled.

Colleen tried to talk but each time she tried her laughter increased until there was no sound coming out of her. She doubled over, her body shaking uncontrollably. She fell to the ground and lay in a ball. Fran put her hand on Colleen's shoulder. An enormous peal of laughter escaped Colleen's lips, transforming into a prolonged howl.

"Colleen?" A voice from upstairs called.

Colleen quickly put her finger to her lips to keep Fran silent. She got up and shook off her laughter and pulled Fran once again, this time into the dining room.

"Who was that?" Fran whispered.

"Brad Gilliam." Colleen answered, obviously fighting the urge to laugh again.

"Brad 'The Hammer' Gilliam is in your house?"

"In my room."

"In your room?"

"In my bed." Colleen's eyes went wide as Fran took in this information.

"I had no idea you guys were seeing each other." 

"We're not. I'm just having some fun."

Fran looked at the ceiling. "I should go." 

Fran moved toward the door but Colleen took her arm once again.

"No. Don't go."

"What am I supposed to do? Wait for you?"

"Come on up. You're not gonna believe this."

"Don't you think he's gonna mind me being there?"

"He'll never know you're there."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh god. Just come with me."

Colleen pulled her up the stairs so fast Fran almost lost her footing much like when they were kids and Colleen had dragged Fran through Disneyland. 

"Don't say a word and be completely quiet." Colleen said outside her bedroom door.

Before Fran could ask for an explanation Colleen opened the door. Brad lay naked on her bed. His hands were tied overhead to the bedpost and he was wearing a blindfold. His legs were spread and his cock was hard.

Heat spread on Fran's cheeks. She thought she should leave but she couldn't take her eyes off him. Colleen closed the door and giggled. Fran couldn't help herself and laughed silently.

"Colleen?" Brad called out tentatively.

"Who else?" Colleen said.

"What's so funny?" Brad's tone sounded hurt.

"Nothing. I'm just a little nervous."




Under The Influence of Surrender



Colleen motioned to Fran to take a seat by the bed. Fran sat down slowly as Colleen ran her hand up Brad's thigh and chest. 

"Who was at the door? Was it your parents?"

"My parents have a key. They wouldn't ring the doorbell. It was just someone selling stuff."

"Oh."

Colleen caressed Brad's face, her fingers running across his lips. She pushed her index finger into his mouth which he opened and eagerly sucked first one finger then a second.

Colleen took her wet fingers out of Brad's mouth and grabbed his cock - which caused Brad's body to jerk and Fran to shift in her chair.

Brad gave a soft moan as Colleen stroked his erection, her wet fingers lubricating the tip. Fran leaned in from her seat to get a better view. She could never do the things Colleen did but that didn't stop her fascination wither friend's sexual activities.

Colleen waved her over to the bed. Fran shook her head no but Colleen kept insisting. She slowly got off the chair so as not to make a sound and stepped gingerly toward the bed. Colleen got up and guided Fran over to the foot of the bed.

"Why'd ya stop?" Brad sound disappointed.

"Just getting comfortable."

The two girls sat on the bed simultaneously. Colleen stayed to the side of Brad which gave Fran a better view. Fran sat perfectly still as Colleen returned to stroking Brad's cock. She pumped it slowly and tickled his balls.

"Suck my dick." Brad begged.

Colleen looked at Fran and stuck her tongue out. Fran watched Colleen swallow Brad's member. 

"Fuck yeah." Brad gasped.

Fran was a little flustered. This wasn't the first time she had witnessed one of Colleen's exploits but it was the first time she was this close to the action. 

One time she had watched from the closet as Dean Rowland jerked off in front of her. Colleen never let any of them fuck her. She usually blew them or let them go down on her. 

Like Brad, Fuck yeah, filled Fran's thoughts. Colleen sucked Brad slowly, her mouth leaving his cock glistening as her mouth came off him. She licked down his shaft to his balls and took each one in turn in her mouth. Fran looked at the blindfolded Brad who smiled and moaned, content as could be. She wondered what he would say if he knew she was in the room.

"I wanna come in your mouth." Brad said.

Colleen stopped sucking long enough to say, "I'll just bet you do."

She started to jerk his cock as she sucked, her head turned toward Fran. She took her mouth off and pointed Brad's cock in her direction.

If you make me I might, Fran wanted to say. She shook her head no. 

Colleen shrugged her shoulders and went back to work. She swallowed his cock down to the base, her tongue swishing against the shaft. Her hand jerked faster and her mouth worked magic on just the head. She sucked harder. Brad's moans came one on the top of the other now. When he came, Colleen took her mouth off and jerked him, his cum splashing all over her hand. Fran could never get used to the sight of it and couldn't deny the power of it. 

"You cum a lot." Colleen said.

"I wanted to cum in your mouth."

"You can't always get what you want."

Colleen signaled Fran and they both stood up and made their way to the door.

"Hey. Where you going?" Brad asked.

"I thought I heard someone downstairs."

"What. Well, let me up."

"Just relax. And keep quiet."

"Colleen."

"Shhh." 

The girls waited until they were downstairs before they said anything. 

"Watch the hand." Fran squealed. Colleen's hand was wet with cum.

"Sorry," she said between gales of laughter.

"Oh my god," Fran said.

"My stomach hurts."

"You, my dear, are a first class whore. You know that right?"

"First class all the way." Colleen grinned.

They laughed more until they had nothing left.

"Whew. I should get back up there and let him loose," Colleen said.

"Or you could just leave him there."

"You are so bad." Colleen put her hands on hips.

"You're a bad influence."

"Hope I didn't scar you too badly Franny." Colleen said jokingly.

"I'll survive."

"You always do. One of these days we've got to do a guy together."

"Very funny. I gotta get going."

"Wait. What did you come over for?"

"Um...nothing really. I just woke up early and wanted to hang out."

"Well, let me get rid of Brad and we can."

"Nah. That's ok. I think I'm just putting off getting some errands done. I should go."

"Ok. Well, I'll see you tonight."

"See you then."

At 5:45 Colleen arrived at Fran's house. Fran's parents answered the door and from the look on their faces it was obvious what they thought of Colleen's outfit. 

Her hair was gelled into a Mohawk, she wore a T-shirt with a tuxedo top printed on it, and black jeans and black Doc Martin's capped off the look.

"Wow, Colleen. That's some outfit you got there." Mr. Crawford said.

"Thank you." Colleen said proudly.

"Very...creative, Colleen." Mrs. Crawford added.

"Mmm hmm." Colleen moved past them and up the stairs to Fran's room. She knocked on the door and went in. The TV on the dresser was playing "Dirty Dancing". The shower was running and she went to the bed where Fran's dress lay. Colleen picked it up and walked to the mirror on the bathroom door. She held up the dress and looked at herself. The shower stopped and a minute later the door opened. A very naked Fran screamed in surprise and jumped back in the bathroom shutting the door.

"Sorry about that, Franny."

"Jesus, Coll. You scared the shit out of me."

The door opened again with Fran wrapped in a towel.

"Jeez. You are such a prude." Colleen laughed.

"Compared to you, everyone is a prude."

"True."

Fran went to the bed and picked up her underwear. She slid them on beneath her towel then held her hand out toward Colleen.

"God. Don't you ever get tired of that movie?"

"I never tire of the classics. If I may?"

"But of course. Would you like me to turn around as well?"

"If you would, my dear." Fran said in an English accent.

"Why certainly, my lady."

When she was sure Colleen couldn't see Fran dropped her towel and stepped into her dress. 

"Could you zip me up?"

Colleen turned and took hold of the zipper. "Do you need to breathe in?" 

"Fuck you."

The two girls laughed. 

"Hurry up." 

Colleen sat on the bed and waited until Fran was ready to go. It wasn't long before they hurried downstairs. Fran blew a kiss to her parents as she ran past them and out the door. She ran to the car and hit the remote unlocking the doors. 

"What's that?" Colleen pointed at the windshield.

Tucked under the windshield wiper was an envelope like the one Fran found in her locker. She took the envelope inside the car and opened it. The front of the card had the same style of illustration as the other one. This one had a little girl with a big red bow in her hair pulling a red wagon with flowers and hearts in it. On the inside it simply said: Be my valentine.

"That is the second valentine I've gotten from this mysterious somebody." Fran put the card back in the envelope and placed it in her purse.

"Ooh. A secret admirer. Aren't we lucky?" Colleen kidded.

"I don't know, Coll. It feels a little weird that this person knows my locker, my car, where I live."

"I'm sure it just some harmless geek with a crush who's too shy to say 'hi'."

"You think?"

"Absolutely."

"Maybe."

"Now let's go have some fucking fun."

They pulled away from the curb and within ten minutes had arrived at the school. The parking lot lights were on and the electronic sign at the entrance was flashing dancing hearts beneath a smiling moon. They parked and joined the throng of seniors lining up to get in.

It didn't take long before their tickets were taken and their wrists were stamped. There was a table where flowers were being sold and Colleen bought a corsage for herself and a red rose for Fran.

"Maybe this will bring you some luck tonight." Colleen handed Fran the rose.

"Don't look now but here comes your slave." Fran nodded her head toward the parking lot. Brad was gliding toward them like a shark in shallow water.

"Oh boy." Colleen took Fran's hand and pulled her through the crowd into the school and down the hall toward the gym.

"Hello ladies." Brad called out as he caught up with them and put his arms around both girls.

"Getting a little too familiar aren't we Brad?" Colleen said.

"I don't think so. We're all friends here." He squeezed their shoulders tight.

"Since when?" Fran asked.

"Oh. I don't know. Since you watched your girlfriend suck me off this morning."

Fran was stunned and didn't know what to say. Colleen did not have that problem.

"You saw that?"

"That really wasn't much of a blindfold Colleen."

"Get lost Brad."

Small groups of seniors swept by them and Brad lowered his voice.

"I was kind of hoping that maybe the three of us could find a quiet place and get to know each other a little bit more. And I would love to stick my cock in Fran's mouth this time."

A group of girls walked by drinking sodas and giggling. Colleen took a can of soda out of the hand of the girl in front.

"Stick your cock in this Hammerhead." With the can in her fist Colleen drove it into Brad's crotch. He fell to the floor in a heap, his hands clutching his wounded balls.

"Bitch." Brad was doubled up rocking from side to side as the group of girls stepped over him.

"Looks like this party is just getting started." Colleen blew Brad a kiss and strode arm in arm with Fran down the hall.

Music spilled out of the open gym doors. The strings of colored lights drenched the entrance in bright reds and blues. Inside the same cliques that gathered during schools hours huddled together around the dance floor, grateful to be where they were accepted. Fran was grateful for Colleen who was the only person she felt she could be herself around. 

"You want to dance?" Colleen asked swaying in front of her.

"Yeah."

They hit the dance floor and let loose beneath twisted red ribbons that were strung above them. After the first song they left the dance floor and went to the refreshment table. Colleen bought them both a bottle of water. 

"Oh, god. That's good." Colleen finished her water all at once.

Fran noticed that someone was staring at her across the dance floor. A tall boy with blond hair and an oversized suit leaned against the wall and gave a small wave. "Hey." Fran nudged her friend.

"What?"

"Look over there."

"Where?"

"Against the wall beneath the basketball hoop."

"Well?"

"That guy in the black suit. The tall one."

"Oh...The one who's undressing you with his eyes." Colleen practically purred.

"Do you think he's the one who's been stalking me?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

Fran broke off eye contact with the boy and turned around to face the refreshment table.

"Why don't you go over there and find out?"

"I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"Why not go talk to the creepy stalker?"

Colleen leaned in close and whispered. "You know, maybe you've been thinking about this the wrong way."

"What do you mean?"

"Maybe, all these cards are from someone who's not a stalker. Maybe they're just too shy to say something to you."

"And that makes it better how?"

"Maybe you should just relax and let yourself be surprised for a change. After all you can't keep riding my sexual coattails."

Fran pursed her lips in disapproval. Colleen laughed.

"Alright. I'm just saying that maybe it's time to have some of your own fun."

Fran lowered her head then turned around. She looked across the gym but the boy had gone. She scanned the room. Over by the bleachers she saw him. He was talking to Laurie who had her arms around the boy's neck. 'She doesn't waste any time.' Fran thought to herself.

"I think I'm gonna get some air." Fran said.

"I'll come with you."

"No. It's alright. I'm just gonna take a quick stroll. I'll see you in a bit."

"Alright."

Fran was elbowing her way through the crowd when Colleen yelled to her.

"When you get back we're gonna find you some romance, bitch."

Fran waved her hand in the air and wandered out the back door. The stars were out and couples passed her arm in arm. 

It sucks to be alone, she thought. 

Following a path she walked around the school then continued beyond the tennis courts where she stopped at the tree line next to the football field. The chirping of crickets was loud enough to drown out anything but she thought she heard laughter coming from the inky woods. She took a few careful steps trying not to make too much noise and give herself away.

"Lay back." Fran heard a man's voice say.

She could barely make out the large tree directly ahead of her but she was sure someone was behind it. At first only the crickets could be heard. She craned her neck as if she were trying to tune in a radio frequency. She imagined if someone saw her and she felt embarrassed eavesdropping.

"Show me your tits so I can suck 'em." First she heard a giggle and then a gasp. A woman moaned and Fran knew exactly what was happening.

A hot shiver ran up her spine and she leaned against the tree for support. Her nipples felt wet and hard. She felt dizzy and had to sit down. Not now, please. She covered her mouth and hoped the feeling would pass. But she realized she didn't want it to pass. Like the other times, Fran felt she was being desired, maybe even loved. Then she realized something it was the woman. That had to be it. She was feeling the same thing as that woman. 

It was incredible. She was technically still a virgin but Fran was getting fucked just as surely as that woman. He moved up to her breast and sucked her nipples. His hands gripped each one, the flesh squeezed between eager fingers. 

Fran could feel his hard cock between her lips. Oh, god she wanted to see that cock. She wanted to hold it in her hand and suck it dry. He fucked her mouth, sliding against her tongue. His hand gripped her head as he moved.

She hoped he wouldn't cum yet. She wanted him inside her. His cock slid down her belly and Fran pulled her panties aside and rubbed her clit. His cock entered her and she nearly screamed out loud. He pumped her hard and Fran felt transported. She didn't want it to stop. Hands lifted her up and she was riding him with her legs wrapped around his waist. He held her by her ass and lifted her up and down on his hot cock. 

Fran could feel herself bouncing up and down, her ass slapping down on him. Then she was lowered to the ground and she was on all fours. She could feel the crunch of dead leaves beneath her when he entered her from behind. Fran shoved her fingers inside herself. It was even better than before. The combination of her physically touching herself and her body receiving the sensations from that woman sent her to heaven. She was ready to cum and she knew that the woman behind her was also ready.

Fran rolled on her side and orgasmed. She could hear the woman moaning as well. The fullness in her pussy suddenly left and she could feel the hot cum splashing on her ass. She was worried about the stain that would show through her clothing then remembered that it was on the other woman. She reached back to feel her ass just to be sure. Dry as could be.

She sat up against the tree and straightened her dress out. How long had she been gone? Colleen must be wondering where the hell she was.

Fran stood up and sprinted back toward the track and field. She could hear the laughter behind her and worried the couple was close enough to see her. She hid behind the bleachers and waited until they passed. She couldn't see them and hoped they wouldn't know that she was there in the shadows.

Once the sound of their voices faded she went back into the gym. The lights had dimmed and a slow dance was playing. Fran could see that Colleen was dancing with Steve Wexler. They were swaying to the music holding each other tightly. Colleen's eyes were closed as she held on to Steve. His hands moved slowly from her back to her ass which caused Colleen to slap his hands away and laugh.

Fran wondered if she would ever be the one to be on the dance floor holding someone close, or holding someone close anywhere at all. For that matter, she wondered if she would ever have real sex with someone. Like a contact high, her borrowed sexual sensations were a great feeling but they didn't beat having her own experience, especially one that wasn't mingled with someone else's feelings.

"Having a good time?"

Laurie had edged up to Fran. Her entourage, Sheryl and Candice, flanked Fran on both sides.

"Fuck off Laurie." Fran turned to go.

"Before you go I thought we could have a little chat."

"About what?"

"I have something I want to show you."

"Not interested."

"I think you will be."

Sheryl and Candice were laughing.

"What?"

Laurie took out her phone and after a few clicks and swipes she turned the phone to Fran.

"Apparently my phone is waterproof."

"You deleted it. I saw you." Fran said angrily.

"Yeah...um...not exactly."

Fran was speechless.

"You see, I copied the photo into another file. You just saw me delete the original."

"You're unbelievable." Fran looked at the two other girls.

"Oh, don't worry. Candice and Sheryl won't tell anyone about our little bit of fun."

"What do you want?"

"Well, it seems that when I told Sheryl and Candice about you they were very interested. They were a little jealous actually because I told them that despite your unwillingness you really put your best efforts into it. As a matter of fact you were so good that I suggested to the girls that maybe they should find out for themselves."

"Are you out of your mind?"

Laurie's smile faded and turned serious.

"Listen. You don't want to play with us? I'm sure you wouldn't mind me sharing this photo of you."

"Oh fuck you. We've done this already and you lied before. How do I know that you won't just lie again?"

"You don't. You just don't have any choice in the matter."

Fran looked past the girls and saw Colleen on the dance floor. Colleen would know what to do.

"Here's the deal Fran. Meet us in thirty minutes in the library or I'll fuck you good."

"The library is locked." Fran said.

"Sheryl works there. She has a key."

The girls walked passed her. Laurie let her fingers graze Fran's thigh as she walked past.

"Don't be late," Laurie said and they disappeared out the door.

Fran knew this could go on forever. Laurie didn't have any intention of deleting the photo and she wouldn't post it as long as it served a purpose. She had to get Laurie's phone away from her and destroy it.

Fran went onto the dance floor and touched Colleen's shoulder.

"I need your help."

Colleen walked away from an angry Steve Weskler.

"I'm in trouble."

"What do you mean?"

Fran filled her in on everything that had happened; the bathroom, the sensations, and what was waiting for her in the library.

"That fucking bitch."

"Colleen. I have to destroy that photo."

"Or...at the very least even up the odds."

"What do you mean?"

"Mutually destructive deterrent."

"How?"

"We need to get something on her that would be equally destructive if it were to leak out."

"Like what?"

A damaging photo of her or even better a video. I can use my phone."

"You mean tonight in the library."

"Well...not you. I was thinking I would take your place."

"I can't let you do that," Fran said.

"Yes. You can."

"Colleen." Fran's voice dropped to a whisper and her eyes filled up.

"It's ok, Franny. It's not like I haven't done it before. Besides I want to do this for you."

Fran took Colleen's hand in hers and squeezed.

"You're always doing things for me. And I appreciate it. But I just can't keep hiding behind you."

Colleen's eyes widened. "You're not really going to go through with it?"




Under The Influence of Surrender



"The thought of eating that skank's pussy makes me want to throw up."

"I hear you."

"But if I can turn this around in my favor and make her eat shit for a change then I'm in."

"OK. I have an idea how I can get into the library. C'mon."

Colleen led Fran through the gym until she found Steve sitting on the floor eating pizza with his friends.

"Can I talk to you?"

"Sure." The two of them stepped aside so no one could hear them. Fran saw him hand something to Colleen then she kissed his cheek and they were on their way.

"What did he give you?" Fran asked as they left the gym.

Colleen showed her a key.

"This goes to the library."

"How does Steve have a key to the library?"

"He works in the office. He's made copies of a lot of keys in this school."

"For what?"

You don't want to know."

They arrived at the library and Colleen unlocked the door.

"I'll lock it from the inside and I'll be ready for you." She gave Fran a hug, locked the door, and disappeared down through the stacks. Fran paced back and forth waiting for Laurie. 

Can I really go through with this? She folded her arms and gripped herself tightly. Can I let Colleen see me doing this?

"Well, someone's anxious." Laurie said. Fran was so wrapped up in her thoughts she hadn't heard them arrive.

"Hope we didn't keep you waiting long." Candice laughed.

"You look like you can't wait to taste some pussy." Sheryl blew her a kiss.

Sheryl unlocked the door and the girls went through. She locked it behind them, and Fran followed them to a group of tables in the center of the room. The three girls stood in front of the chairs.

"Come here." Laurie said. 

Moving in front of Laurie, Fran scanned the dark rows of books hoping to catch a glimpse of Colleen to give her courage. 

"On your knees, dummy." Laurie pointed at the floor.

Fran stared at the frayed carpet wondering how many times she had been in that very spot. She knelt down making sure her dress kept her knees from touching the floor.

"Ladies." The girls reached under their dresses and pulled down their panties setting them under their chairs. Laurie sat down and the other two followed her lead.

"You can start wherever you like, Fran."

Fran put her hands on Laurie's knees and spread her legs apart. 

"You promise that you'll delete that photo if I do this."

"Of course. I just had to have one more taste of your nasty tongue. And share it with my girls."

Sheryl and Candice were both looking at Fran, their eyes bright with anticipation.

Fran took a deep breath and lowered her face to Laurie's pussy. She stopped inches away from an already wet pair of lips. 

"Let's get going here, shall we?" Laurie demanded.

"Maybe she forgot how." Sheryl said.

Fran leaned back and looked Laurie in the eye. She lowered her voice to a soft whisper.

"If I'm going to do this then you're going to have to do something for me."

"I don't have to do shit. In case you forgot I'm in charge here." Laurie leaned forward with a look that dared Fran to disobey.

"Yes. You're in charge. But if you want me to do a good job then you have to help me a little. Please."

Laurie sank back in her chair.

"Jesus. What is it?"

"If you could just tell me how much you want it, that would help me get in the mood."

Laurie looked at her two friends who were waiting for Laurie to tell them what to do.

"Laurie. I promise you. If you're able to turn me on I'll make you cum like you've never cum before."

Laurie cleared her throat and Fran could see her searching for words to say.

"Just tell me what you want. And don't be shy about it." Fran stroked Laurie's ankle and traced a line up her leg with her finger.

Laurie stood up and took her shoes off. She went over to the large globe and, leaning over it with her dress still held up, pushed her ass out.

"I am so wet." Laurie started.

"Go on." Fran smiled.

"I want you to eat my pussy. I want to feel your tongue inside me."

"Why don't you touch yourself? All of you." Fran squirmed and bit her lower lip.

Laurie reached behind and rubbed her clit and Sheryl and Candice did the same in their chairs.

"Oh. That's good. That's what I like to see." Fran murmured.

Laurie closed her eyes and grabbed her breast through her clothing. 

"Do you like that I'm watching you?" Fran purred.

"Yes. I do."

"This is starting to turn me on. But you know what would really do it?"

"What?" Laurie opened her eager eyes.

Fran stood up and whispered in Laurie's ear so the other girls couldn't hear. When she was done she knelt back down in front of Laurie's chair and lightly rubbed her breasts.

"Get undressed girls."

Laurie and Sheryl were nude before Fran could blink but Candice just sat there.

"It's your turn Candice." Laurie barked like a drill sergeant.

Candice didn't move.

"Um...guys. I don't think I can go through with this." Candice was sitting very straight in her chair with her arms folded across her chest.

Laurie knelt down beside Candice.

"Candice. We talked about this."

"I know. I'm sorry. I just can't."

"Candice. You're going to do this or you're out. Completely out."

Candice looked from Laurie to Sheryl.

"Do I have to be naked?"

Either take off that dress or I will spread the nastiest shit about you. On Monday you won't be able to show your face in school or anywhere else for that matter."

Candice had a look of fright in her eyes. She slowly unfolded her arms and let them rest at her side.

"Sheryl. Let's help our dear friend."

Laurie stood up and both she and Sheryl lifted Candice up from her seat. Laurie unzipped her dress and Sheryl helped to pull it down. They tossed her clothes on the checkout desk knocking over a coffee cup and row of ink stamps. 

Laurie shoved her back down into the seat.

"Now Candice repeat after me." Laurie moved behind Candice and leaned over her. She grabbed the girl's breasts and whispered in her ear. "I want your hot tongue in my wet pussy."

Candice swallowed hard. "I want your tongue in my wet pussy."

"Good girl." Laurie licked Candice's ear.

Fran stood up and applauded.

"What are you doing?" Laurie asked.

"I think that's enough. Don't you?" Fran turned behind her.

"That was perfect." Colleen came out of the shadows laughing.

"What's going on?" Laurie stood defiantly while Sheryl and Candice picked up their clothes and covered themselves.

"What's your email address?" Colleen took a chair off the table and sat down.

"What are you talking about? Just get the fuck out of here. You weren't invited." Laurie whined.

"I want to send you something that will make all this very clear."

"I'm not going to tell you? And as for you Fran you're dead meat. I'm posting that photo right now. "

"Not only are you not going to post that photo but you're going to delete it." Colleen stood up and stepped toward Laurie. Sheryl and Candice moved behind Laurie.

"And why would I do that?"

"Just give me your email address and you'll understand."

"And if I don't?"

"How did you put it? Then I will post something that is so nasty you won't be able to show your face in school on Monday or anywhere else for that matter."

Laurie looked unsure.

"I don't believe you."

"I'll send it to you if you give me your email and you can judge for yourself."

"You are so full of shit. Fine. It's queenofgods@gmail.com."

Colleen tapped her phone a few times then said, "Check your inbox. You can see for yourself what a fine filmmaker I am."

Laurie took her phone out of her purse pulled up her email.

"Fuck." She said aloud.

"So here's the deal. I want you to delete that photo right now."

"You fucking filmed us. You cunt."

"Try to keep up Laurie. We're at the part where you delete the photo."

"You won't do anything with this video. You'd be doing to Fran the same thing that I threatened to do."

"Fran? I don't see Fran in that video. I see some girl from behind but I couldn't really say that was Fran. On the other hand, that is definitely you. And you. And you." Colleen pointed at the other girls. 

Laurie watched the video on her phone. She kept fast forwarding the video. 

"You bitch."

"What's it going to be Laurie?"

"What if we just take your phone away you?"

"God, you're stupid. I already sent a copy to my email."

"How do I know that you'll delete it?"

"Thirty seconds."

"You delete your copy first."

"Twenty seconds and I send my copy to Facebook."

"Fine. Here."

Laurie pulled up the photo and showed Fran she was deleting it.

"We good?" Colleen asked.

"Almost." Fran took the phone from Laurie and removed the SIM card then dropped it on the floor. She picked up a chair and smashed the phone to pieces.

"Let's go." Fran said.

"Hey. Wait a minute. Delete the video." Candice called from behind Laurie's shoulder.

"I will get right on that." Colleen said as she and Fran walked out.

"What'll we do?" Sheryl asked.

"Shut up, Sheryl." Laurie yelled.

Back at the gym the lights had dimmed and couples slowly danced on the floor. 

"C'mon." Colleen took Fran by the hand and led her onto the dance floor.

Their hands wrapped around each other's waist.

"Thank you. You really saved my ass." Fran said.

"Well, it is a sweet ass."

Fran laughed and hugged her friend.

"You've got pussy breath." Colleen jokingly pushed Fran back laughing.

Fran covered her face with her hands and also laughed.

"You know. I think this has been the best dance ever." Colleen said.

"One for the history books."

"Well, now what?"

"I don't know. I think I'm ready to go."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I'm a little disappointed though."

"About what?"

"I never got to find out who the mystery stalker was."

Colleen smiled and gave her friend a hug. They walked to the parking lot and got in Fran's car. They drove back to Colleen's house and pulled up to the curb.

"You want to come up?" Colleen unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Nah. I'm just gonna go home."

"Oh. OK."

"What?"

"Before I go." Colleen took and envelope out of her purse and handed it to Fran.

"One for the road."

Fran took the card and opened it.

The illustration depicted two little girls on a seesaw. A large red heart was between them. On the inside were hand written words: To my friend who I truly love. Happy Valentine's Day. Colleen.

"Please don't freak out."

"I don't understand. It was you the whole time?"

"Yes."

"Why? I mean why the secretiveness? Why not just tell me how you felt instead of letting me get freaked out?"

"I was scared you would reject me. And I thought it would be fun for you to know that someone would go through all of this for you."

"Colleen. It wasn't all fun. For a moment it was flattering but then it was just creepy."

"I'm sorry."

"I don't know what to say."

"I'm also sorry about this."

Colleen scooted up in her seat so she could pull up her dress and reach beneath between her legs. 

"What are you doing?" Fran looked around to make sure no one could see them.

Colleen touched herself. After a few moments Fran began to feel a tingle in her pussy. She could distinctly feel her pussy being touched.

"What the fuck?" Fran said.

Colleen stopped touching herself. "It didn't happen on purpose."

"You've been doing this to me the whole time?" Fran felt betrayed for the first time by her best friend. She gripped the steering wheel and groaned resting her head on her hands.

"Listen, please. That day that you were doing your presentation and had to leave I was in the bathroom at the other end of the school. I was horny and I went in there to masturbate. I had no idea that you were feeling any of it."

"How could you not know?" Fran felt abandoned in her confusion.

"How could I know? I had no idea we had a connection. I didn't even know that I could transmit to anyone."

"What are you talking about?"

"Ever since I was little I was able to feel what other people were feeling. I knew when someone was hungry or feeling nervous or anxious. I'm talking about someone that was miles away from me. I somehow knew and I could feel it myself. I used to wonder whether it was my feelings or someone else's. I just didn't know."

"And me?" Fran raised her voice and looked Colleen straight on.

Colleen rolled her window and wiped the sweat form her lip. "It only happens with people I care about. I don't know the mechanics of it I only know that it happens. You're the first person that ever received anything from me. And of all things it was sexual."

"This doesn't make any sense."

"I know but all the time I was having sex I was thinking of you. Very strongly. Maybe my thoughts made some connection to you. Which means that you're just like me. In the way that you can receive someone else's physical sensations."

"You're crazy."

"I know but you know it's the truth. You can't deny what's been happening to you."

Fran let go of the steering wheel and folded her hands in her lap. "Why were you thinking of me when you were having sex with other people?"

"Jesus, why do you think? I'm in love with you." Colleen started to tear up.

"You're what?"

The tension between them changed and Fran's heart softened.

"Since when are you gay?" 

"It's not about being gay. Don't get so hung up on labels. I love you Fran. That's all there is to it. I've been in love with you for a long time."

Fran looked at her friend whom she had known since they were little girls. Colleen had always been there for her, was always the one person she could depend on no matter what. Colleen was her touchstone, and she had always loved her but had never thought of it as being in love.

Fran thought about how she felt when she could feel Colleen's sexual encounters. Besides the physical sensations she remembered the emotional aspect of them. She did feel loved. There was love in every sensation coursing through her body. Colleen loved her. Fran knew that.

Fran hugged Colleen. They held on to each other tightly. Colleen's body felt good in her arms. Fran pulled back and gave Colleen a kiss on her lips. The two girls rested their foreheads against each other, Colleen's hand tentatively touched Fran's cheek. They kissed again.

"You're my best friend, Colleen."

"And you're mine."

Colleen kissed Fran and tentatively pressed her tongue between Fran's lips. Fran tongue touched back and their lips came together more forcefully. Fran pulled Colleen closer, her hand behind Colleen's neck.

Colleen kissed Fran's neck moving across her shoulder. Fran pulled back and said, "What if someone see us?"

"Let them." Colleen smiled and slid her dress off her shoulders pulling the front down and exposing her breasts.

Colleen got on her knees and banged her head on the car roof. She laughed and slid over so her breasts were in Fran's face. 

"This is so weird." Fran said.

"I know."

Fran kissed her breasts and Colleen kissed the top of Fran's head. Fran could feel wave after wave of warmth and love pouring off of Colleen. 

"You know when you first told me I almost hated you." Fran pressed her cheek against Colleen's chest.

"And now?"

"I couldn't be happier." Fran could feel the strong beat of Colleen's heart. "Unzip me."

Colleen unzipped her dress and Fran pulled it down.

"You're not the same prude I've always known." Collen teased.

Fran giggled.

"You are gorgeous." Colleen whispered.

Fran could feel the pleasure that Colleen felt but this time it was mixed with her own feelings. Like a loop her body reverberated with passion, relishing every movement they made. 

"Follow me." Colleen got in the back seat, her leg almost hitting Fran as she hopped over. Fran followed and they slid out of their dresses and lay back on the seat. 

Fran lay on top of Colleen and kissed her neck. Colleen's hand was squeezing Fran's ass as Fran moved down her breasts to between her legs. How different her desire was. She wanted to explore Colleen and felt her passion building and building.

Fran slid Colleen's panties off and rubbed her hand along Colleen's pussy. Colleen moaned and smiled at her friend. Fran kept rubbing then slid one finger inside Colleen. Colleen reached down and laid her hand over Fran's and moved her finger deep inside then out again.

Licking Colleens' clit, she continued to finger her and Colleen ground against Fran's mouth. 

Her fingers moved quicker now and Colleen cried out. Her first orgasm left Fran's finger glistening with pussy juice.

"My turn."

The girls were on their knees and Colleen took as much of Fran's breasts in her mouth. She sucked hard as her hand reached into Fran's panties, her fingers rubbing against a very wet pussy.

"Turn around." She told Fran.

Fran turned around and Colleen gently pushed her onto all fours and moved into position behind her, licking Fran's pussy.

"Oh my god. I can't believe it." Fran gasped.

"What?" Colleen sounded worried.

"Feeling your stuff was amazing but mixed with my own is fucking incredible."

Colleen laughed and went back to licking. She shoved her tongue into Fran, her mouth all over her pussy. She pulled on Fran's pussy lips pressing them against her tongue. Fran was moving her hips now swaying back to Colleen. Her body began to shake and her moans got louder. When she came Colleen drank up every bit of wetness that came out. Fran was out of breath and started to turn around.

"Wait a minute." Colleen said.

Colleen inserted a finger inside Fran and rammed her tongue into her asshole.

"Whoa." Fran whistled.

"Is this ok?"

"Sorry. I just wasn't expecting that. Yes, I like it."

Colleen's tongue penetrated deep into Fran's ass. Her fingers moved in and out. She fucked Fran with her hand and ate her ass at the same time. Fran laughed at the freedom she felt until the feeling was too much and she came a second time before she collapsed on her stomach.

Turning over she pulled Colleen on top of her and kissed her on the cheek. "Sorry, but I'll wait till you brush your teeth." They both laughed and rested in each other's arms.

"I'm getting a little chilly." Fran said.

"Yeah. Let's get dressed."

They pulled on their dresses and then sat back and leaned against each other.

"I should probably get home." Fran said.

"Yeah. Me too."

"Can I see you tomorrow?" Fran asked.

"Just try and keep me away."

They kissed again.

"Before you go. Tell me something. You weren't really going to post that video were you?" Fran asked.

Colleen took out her phone and pulled up her email. She opened the file and played the video for a moment. She looked at Fran and gave her screen a couple of taps.

"Did you delete it?"

"I sent it to Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram."

"Holy shit. Why didn't you just delete it?"

"To quote a classic. Nobody puts Baby in the corner."

"You crazy bitch."