4 comments/ 21778 views/ 3 favorites Checking Out By: PraetorianXIII "Well spit!" Lynn cursed as the 8:30 announcement sounded. "I should have known he'd be a no show," she grumbled under her breath as she made her rounds. She heard the chimes ring, indicating that the library was now closed. As she chased the last of the students out the doors, she locked them and turned on the security alarm. Then she stomped back over to the reference desk, muttering sulkily under her breath. "Bad day, ducks?" called Bastian. She looked over to where he stood, straightening the periodicals. She had to smile- you just couldn't look at Bastian and not smile. He was just so... so cute! Always happy, always eager to please, always adorable... rather like a puppy. In this case a boyishly gorgeous British puppy, but still. Well, I got stood up for a date, but otherwise... "I'm just peachy," she muttered, throwing an errant pencil back onto the desk. "My, my, we are in a bad mood. It's time for Dr. Sebastian's miracle cure then. You've got kind of a naughty librarian thing going with that short skirt... Grab your purse Honey- let's go find us some men!" She had to laugh. "Sugar, we have completely different taste in men. Besides, they always like you better anyway- you're prettier than me. But you go ahead, I can finish locking up on my own." His face lit up, but then he frowned. "But what if some great hulking brute is just hiding in the stacks, waiting to pounce on you? " Don't I wish, Lynn thought on a sigh. "Then I'll smack him with an unabridged dictionary. Go on. Have fun." She began nudging him away from the newspapers. "But I'd feel miserable if something happened to my favorite office mate!" he protested. "Psh... Nothing's going to happen to me. I'll lock up. I'll go home. I'll sit in a huge tub full of bubbles and sulk..." she began. Bastian grabbed the desk and held on as she tried to shove him toward the door. "Aha! So there is something wrong! I knew it!" Lynn straightened up and smacked him on the shoulder. Laughing, she flicked her hand toward the exit. "I'm fine, just tired. You go! You can call and tell me all the sordid details later. Shoo! Now get lost!" He backed away, edging toward the door. "Fine, fine, fine. I'm going." He turned and winked at her. "But I'm going to pick up an extra guy for you!" "Um... ick!" She choked with laughter and shook her head. "Just the thought... ick." He laughed and waved as he ducked out the back door. Lynn locked the door after him, the laughter fading from her face as she returned to the reference desk to put away the last of the books that had been left out. Her mood turned pensive again as she took out her frustration on a hapless atlas that happened to be near, shoving it roughly into its place on the shelf. She turned off the computer and headed over to the circulation desk. How could I have been so stupid? she thought. I knew I shouldn't have believed him. Then her irritation changed to anger. "No!" she said out loud as she grabbed a book from the return bin. "He's a coward." "Sure Lynn," she grouched to herself. "Finally you realize, finally admit that the guy was flirting with you, then he actually asks you for a lunch date. Of course he didn't show up." She laughed ruefully. "Why should he come?" Sighing heavily, she suddenly growled. "Grr... jerk. Twisting me all up like this. He's just another man that's all talk, no action. Ugh." She ran the book through the scanner, then slammed it down on the cart. He had been visiting every Friday for the entire spring term. Every single week he had dropped by the library. So why not now? Why, today of all days, the one day they were supposed to have their stupid date, did he not come? "See if I ever dress up for a man again." She retrieved a wayward book and slammed it on the desk. "Stupid heels! My feet are killing me. Wretched short skirt... my backside's been freezing all day! And I can barely bend over in this blasted corset top. Psh... men!" she spat in disgust. As she walked past the office, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the window. She had to admit, the outfit did look kind of cute. The short grey plaid skirt, the black heels, the blue satin corset top under a darker blue velvet jacket... with her glasses she did look a bit like the 'naughty librarian' Bastian had called her. Well, the fishnet stockings helped with that too, but you didn't really notice those unless you were close. "What a waste!" she grumbled as she moved on to the desk to check in the remaining books. "Coward," she hissed again as she tossed another book onto the cart to be shelved. "Can't be bothered to come tell me de didn't want to meet for lunch after all," she griped. "Cripes!" Another book crashed onto the cart. "Men," she muttered in disgust. "All cowards or bullies or mama's boys. I should just get another dog. They're more loyal," she ranted as she finished checking in the books. When she'd finished, she shoved the cart back into position hard enough that it bounced off the shelves behind. Her anger faded as she adjusted the cart again. Why didn't he come? she wondered. Her head dropped, and her eyes stung as she sighed. "I should have known better." "Lynn." His deep voice echoed through the empty library. She froze. Oh, spit! How long had he been there? Startled, she looked up to see him standing at the end of the counter, his hands clasped behind his back. Her eyes slid over him, taking in the gorgeous grey three-piece suit and azure tie that he wore. She wanted to slide her hands into his dark hair, to finally know what it felt like between her fingers, but as she looked at him, she was trapped by the look in his deep blue eyes. There was something about him, some force of magnetism or personality... something that drew her attention and wouldn't let her go. Annoyed at herself for staring, she cleared her throat. "Oh, so you decided to show up after all." Her eyes grew wide for a moment. Cripes! She couldn't believe she'd sat that! Normally she wasn't this snippy, but irritation charged her voice with a tone she couldn't mask. "I'm sorry." He smiled apologetically and held out his hand to offer her a single white daisy. "I know I missed our lunch, but I want to make it up to you." Something in her chest lurched as she took the flower. "Well next week is out of the question. I'm at a conference, and today I'm... meeting a friend-" "No." He interrupted. "Tonight. Here and now." She turned and flounced toward the reference desk to grab her purse. "Sorry, but I have other plans." Purse in hand, she walked to the back door, ready to leave. She had unlocked the door and pulled it open when she heard him laugh softly. Against her better judgment, she turned to look at him. An amused half-smile crossed his face as he leaned back against the desk. "With whom?" he asked her idly, as he turned his attention to the calendar on her desk. "I told you," she snapped back. "A friend. His name's Ben if you must know!" Well, Ben and his pal Jerry, she mentally amended. He murmured in agreement, picked up a pen, and examined it closely. She stood there for a moment just watching him before she realized what she was doing. He's ignoring me! she thought irritably. Oh for the love of...Just then, he turned and looked her square in the eyes. "Enough." Lynn stopped in mid word, her breath caught in her throat. The look on his face intensely focused; totally in control, had her utterly paralyzed. Jonathan stepped towards her as she had the instantaneous urge to move back, but she deliberately and stubbornly held her ground. With her high heels, she was taller than he was, but as he looked her up and down it brought her a flush of embarrassment rather than pleasure. She blushed again from the sensual intensity of his examination. No longer able to meet his gaze, her eyes lowered and swept down to the floor. She twitched as he moved again, as he slid around her to shut the door heavily. Then she heard the lock click. "What...?" The word died in her throat as she spun around to face him, only to be snared by his gaze again. The focus was still in his eyes, and as he looked at her, the questioning look on his face resolved into certainty as he found some answer in her face. She backed away as he slowly prowled toward her, moving backward until she ran into a table and fell against it, her backside hitting hard against the wooden surface. His pace never changed. Her eyes left his gaze and swept the room... though she wasn't sure whether she was looking for an escape or to make sure they were alone. He stalked her, finally stopping not more than six inches away, trapping her against the table. She closed her eyes. Her chest was heaving, her body burned as adrenaline rushed through her, making her feel alive. She felt as thought her heart was going to burst. "Lynn." His voice sent a shiver up her spine. She couldn't look at him, she just couldn't. If she looked, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from touching him. Opening her eyes again she stared at the floor. She swallowed nervously. "Yes sir?" she answered. Her voice sounded normal, but she felt like a bird trapped by her playful cat. She closed her eyes again. "This... color looks very good on you." He traced his finger over the collar of her jacket. "Oh my God." Her eyes shot up to his face, her gaze locking with his. His eyes were penetrating every thought, every wisp of fantasy that had ever been in her head. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. And she couldn't handle it. Jerking back from his touch, the backs of her thighs hit the table and she had to throw her hands back to keep from falling completely off balance as her backside landed on the table. His eyes darkened and he smirked. "This is a very appealing outfit." The finger returned to her jacket and stroked over the velvet collar. She licked her suddenly dry lips as his finger traced down the right side of her jacket, and back up again and onto the deep blue satin of her corset... His finger played over the swell of her breasts as they peeked over the top of the suddenly revealing corset. There were tears in her eyes, sparked from what she wasn't quite sure. "What do you want?" her voice wasn't normal anymore, wasn't even close to being under control. It was shaking and raspy, as if she'd forced the words through her too-tight throat. "That is a funny question from a woman looking the way you look right now," his deep voice sent vibrations up and down her spine as his finger continued to play lightly over the top of her breast. "I believe...the question is can I give you what you want." His eyes never left hers as he pulled back the lapel of her jacket and ran his fingers completely over the top of the breast revealed by the cup of her corset. He walked around the table slowly, looking at her but saying nothing. Shivers ran down her spine as she felt his eyes traveling over her body, and she blushed to see how her arms being propped on the table thrust her breasts out, almost as if she were offering them to him. She jerked upright and a shudder ran down her back as she debated whether to make a dash for the door. Suddenly though, it was too late. He finished his inspection and stopped directly in front of her. His voice hummed with approval. "That is quite some outfit for a librarian." He smiled and teased, "What... no tight bun, no sweater? And those heels..." Her eyes flashed. "We don't all dress like crones!" she snapped. The anger faded as her cheeks flushed. "Besides, I... I just wanted... to..." "Tease me," he finished for her. She nodded shyly, her eyes dropping to stare at her hands that clasped the table's edge. He placed a gentle finger under her chin and lifted her face until her gaze fixed on his. His scrutiny never wavered as he slid his finger over the soft skin of her throat, down between her breasts, to stop at the fastenings of her jacket. He pushed her back until she was forced to brace her arms on the table again. Once positioned, as he liked, he slowly began to unbutton her short jacket. She could sense the power in his hands, but they were gentle, almost trembling as they worked the buttons. As the last button came undone, his hands parted her jacket and molded themselves around her heaving ribcage. His fingers slid down to her waist for a moment, then wandered up to her covered breasts, and higher still to gently push the jacket off her shoulders. Shuddering with suppressed desire, she managed to keep herself from bolting upright, but rolled her shoulders forward, trying to hide. "No, no, don't hold back now," he growled, sliding the jacket down off her shoulders, letting it drop and catch on her bent elbows behind her. "You wore this especially for me, and I will see it, now!" She blushed once more, holding perfectly still as his fingers slid over her cheek and along her jaw line. He slowly, softly ran his hand down and over her throat, then back up to stroke the softness of her neck under her ear and to play with her jingling earrings. Without thinking, she arched her neck, craving his warm touch. He traced his fingers over her shoulders, resting his hands there while his thumbs slowly caressed her throat, making her quiver. Her breathing grew hoarse, and she could feel her body growing damp for him. He unclipped her left earring and let it drop to the table as he leaned forward and flicked his tongue against her earlobe. He licked a path up around the rim of her ear, making her tremble in response. He softly dipped his tongue just inside and then back down to the lobe where he nipped at it before trailing down her neck once more. She moaned, her head falling to the side as he stopped at the curve of her neck and lingered there, kissing and sucking at her soft skin. "Do you like that?" he murmured against her throat. Her skin flushed again as she enthusiastically purred, "Oh, yes! Definitely!" "Sir," he prompted, before returning to kiss her neck. She sighed as her head fell back. "Hmm?" "Yes, Sir" he growled, nipping her neck sharply. She shivered, goose bumps crawling up her arms as her nipples grew taut. "Yes, Sir" she whispered. "Good girl" he breathed in a low voice before returning to nuzzle her neck once more. His hands slid over her shoulders, slipping beneath the straps of her corset. She twisted her hands behind her, trying to untangle them from her jacket. He nipped her neck again to distract her. "Oh Sir..." she whimpered. "That spot... it's... it's incredibly sensitive. You're making me..." her voice trailed off. "Damp?" he suggested with a wicked grin. "Maybe a bit... hyper?" He bit her earlobe softly as he chuckled. "Perhaps even... wet?" A bright blush suffused her skin as she nodded. "Yes... Sir" she replied thickly. "Your voice is heavy with desire." He hummed in approval. "This is what you want, isn't it Lynn? You want me to take control?" She flushed even more, ducking her head to the side. "Answer me Lynn." He slid his hand under her cheek, turning her face back to his. "Tell me the truth. Is this not exactly what you wanted?" Lust battled with fear and embarrassment in her eyes. "Yes," she breathed after a moment. "Oh, yes Sir." His thumb caressed her cheek, slid over her lips. "You need a strong, masterful man, don't you Lynn? There's something inside you that wants to give in, wants someone else to take control? You don't want a man who'll let you be in charge. You want a man who will make you feel what he wants you to feel, who will release you from your propriety. I've sensed it from our first conversation, and my certainty's been growing all semester. I'm going to make you mine. Today was to be just a date. But soon my little tart, I'll be your lover... and I'm quite demanding. Do you understand?" His voice, that predatory look in his eyes was mesmerizing, hypnotic. Her heart was racing; her entire body taut with anticipation. Gulping hard, her own eyes a bit unfocused and with a vivid blush still covering her skin, she nodded. "Yes, Sir," she whispered. He smoothed his thumb over her lips once more. Without thinking, she opened her mouth and flicked her tongue over the tip. His eyes blazed in triumph as he leaned forward. "By morning you will be the submissive tart you crave to be." "Yes, Sir." She moaned as his mouth touched hers, as his tongue grazed softly across her warm lips before persuading her to open her mouth to him. She groaned, hearing his answering moan as his hands pressed into her shoulders and he deepened the kiss. Her inhibitions fell away as she kissed him back with passionate abandon, inviting him to enter, to plunder, to dominate. She felt her body betray years of self-control as her heart beat wildly, her breasts tightened, and her lower body clenched as dampness flooded her. Slowly, he moved his hands from her shoulders to the tops of her breasts where they were constrained by the blue satin of her corset. His eyes darkened with desire. "You look wonderful in such clothing. You need to wear these more often." Seeing the look in his eyes, feeling the way her body reacted to that focus, she smiled. "Yes Sir." His fingers lightly caressed the tops of her swelling breasts. She looked down, startled at the contrast of his naturally bronzed fingers tenderly exploring the creamy white skin of her cleavage. "I would unlace you, but I am not sure I can wait that long," he whispered as his hands expertly slid inside the corset, pushing the satin down underneath her breasts and exposing them to his gaze. Feeling her body's response to him, he smiled knowingly. "Yes, a woman like you needs a masterful lover," he asserted as he ran his fingers over her breasts. She moaned as the pads of his thumbs found the swelling outline of her areola, just before the smooth backs of his hands brushed over the tips of her hard nipples. "Oh, Jon..." she shivered. "Sir," he reminded her, grasping her nipples and squeezing them between his fingers. He slowly increased the pressure as he looked into her eyes, her dilating pupils telling him she was falling deeper into submission. "Sir," she corrected, rolling her shoulders back and pressing her breasts further into his hands. He relinquished his grip, rubbing his thumbs lightly over the hardened peaks soothingly. "Tell me, tart... do you like being my slut?" She gasped at the change in sensation, whimpering with desire. Lost in the intense feeling, she did not respond. He grasped her nipples again, tweaking them severely. "Answer me." She gasped as the pleasure mixed with pain. "Yes Sir! I'm... I'm... ah!" He squeezed her nipples just a touch harder and she winced and breathed, "Oh yes Sir, yes! Just please Sir, don't... um... ow!" He released her breasts and slowly unfastened the hooks that ran down the front of her corset. With the last hook released, he slid his fingers up along her rib cage, and pushed it over her shoulders and down her arms to join her jacket in a pool of satin and velvet, further entangling her hands. Her eyes locked on his face, uncertainty warring with desire in her gaze. He smiled, running his thumbs over the tips of her hypersensitive nipples. "Good girl," he growled. "Very good, my little tart." She gasped as his words sent an almost electric shock straight through her body. Her hips rocked forward slightly before she could stop herself, her thighs squeezed tightly together. Her eyes widened in apprehension, watching his face for disapproval. He only grinned and shook his head. "I love that you're so responsive." She blushed, and he watched the rosy flush cover her cheeks and spread lower, tinting her breasts pink with pleased embarrassment. Her eyes fixed on his hands as he slid them under her heavy breasts, lifting them, weighing them. "Beautiful, tart... just beautiful. I love your tits." She demurred and looked away, never having thought all that highly of her breasts. He squeezed them to get her attention. Looking up at her face, he smiled. "Lynn, you are mine... all mine. And everything about you is mine, and you are beautiful, all of you!" Checking Out I met this girl in a library of all places. To begin with, I'm not that good looking a guy, so randomly picking up women isn't something I do very much. I'm fairly tall, and have hazel eyes, so there are a few things going for me. That said, I'm a bit chunky and tend to be kind of geeky. I had split with my previous girlfriend several months ago. It was getting to be depressing, especially since I was 30. Anyway, a striking girl with long brown hair nudged past me with a faint "excuse me." I looked over at her. She was short, only coming up to my shoulders, and a little chubby in that good way that some girls have. It was impossible not to notice her enormous breasts, straining against a purple tank top. She also had her legs on display in a pair of very short shorts. It was the beginning of summer, though, so a lot of girls were dressed that way. She looked at me and brushed a lock of hair back from her face. "Find anything good to read?" she said. "Not yet, I don't think. What are you looking for?" She got a sparkle in her blue eyes and smiled shyly. "Something dirty." "Really." "Yeah. I guess I'm in that kind of mood. I'm Jessica." She held out her hand. I gave her my name and shook. "Don't worry, I'm eighteen," she said. "Why should I be worried?" The sparkle in her eyes returned. "We'll see." We went on flirting for a while there in amongst the shelves, walking around, looking through books and occasionally stealing glances at one another. Jessica came up beside me, standing hip to hip, and softly told me that she lived a few blocks away. "Are you inviting me over?" I said. She nodded. We left the library without checking anything out and walked out into the early summer heat. It wasn't a long walk to her apartment. She lived in an aging building, and I quickly found out that her place was very small. "I have to tell you something," said Jessica as we walked up the stairs. "Go ahead." "I haven't really had sex very many times. It's been like after parties, and..." She trailed off. "I just don't want you to expect something and not get it.' I nodded. "You don't remember much about it, and you're not sure how far you want to go with me right now." "Right." "Don't worry about it. I'm having the best day I've had in a long time." Jessica turned around and kissed me, a lingering embrace that left just the faint impression of her tongue behind my lips. "Thank you," she said as she unlocked the door. It was a tiny one bedroom apartment with hardwood floors, and had a futon in the living room. Another girl was there, blonde, slim, a bit taller than Jessica, and only slightly less busty. She waved as we walked in. "Who's this?" she asked. Jessica gave her my name, and told her how we met. The other girl held out her hand. "I'm Madison, the roommate. Actually, we trade off getting the bedroom and sleeping on this thing," she said, indicating the futon. "Nice to meet you." "I'm going to get something to drink," Jessica said, putting her hand on my arm. "You want anything?" "Just some water," I said. "So," said Madison. "What do you do?" I sat on the opposite end of the futon from her. "I work at a company that designs standardized tests." "So I ought to punch you after having to take the SAT and ACT?" "Probably not. I don't have anything to do with either of those. But you might have plenty of other reasons to hit me once you get to know me." Madison laughed softly, and Jessica sat down between us, handing me a glass of water. "Keep an eye on your new boyfriend, Jess. I'm starting to like him," said Madison. That wicked sparkle I'd come to enjoy so much popped up again in Jessica's eyes. "I don't see why we couldn't share." Jessica leaned in close to me. I put my arm around her and pressed my lips to hers. She instantly responded, wrapping her arms around my neck and gently probing into my mouth with her tongue. When we broke the kiss, she lifted her top, exposing her huge breasts, and tossed it aside. She stood up and pulled down her shorts, revealing a pair of white panties with a little bow at the top. Madison moved down the futon next to me. Jessica was now naked, having quickly stripped her panties off, giving me a full view of her gorgeous body. Aside from her breasts, she had a soft but flat belly, nice legs, and a smooth pussy. I guess she noticed me looking at it. "I wax," she said. "So does Madison." Madison was looking in my eyes with some hesitation. I began kissing her, and she was no less enthusiastic than Jessica had been. I felt Jessica's hand on my crotch, rubbing my erection through my jeans. "Oh wow," she breathed. "What?" I said. "It feels like you have a huge cock." Huge wasn't a word I'd heard used about my member before, though I knew I wasn't small. I let her go on rubbing me and took off Madison's t-shirt. Like Jessica, she wasn't wearing a bra. She was wearing a small green jewel in her pierced navel. I squeezed her breasts and she began moaning softly. "My boobs are really sensitive," she said as I kissed her neck. I bent down and took a nipple into my mouth. Her skin smelled faintly of strawberries, from what I learned later was a body wash she liked. I worked her shorts down. Madison wasn't wearing panties, and as promised, had a smooth, waxed pussy. I started fingering her, and her moans got louder. Jessica had loosened my belt, and was working on getting my zipper down. I raised my hips to help her a bit. I continued to finger Madison and kiss her mouth, neck, and breasts in turns. I felt Jessica's hand go into my boxer briefs and start stroking my cock. "Ooh, you are a big boy," she said. "Why don't you pull his shorts off so I can see?" said Madison. I stopped fingering her to get my jeans and underwear off. My cock sprang out, to girlish squeals of delight from both Jessica and Madison. "You've already felt it," Madison said. "Come up here and get fingered while I give him a blowjob." Jessica crawled up onto the futon beside me, and I finally got to put my hands on those glorious breasts. As Madison's mouth enveloped my cock in a warm, wet embrace, I squeezed and sucked on Jessica's boobs while I slipped a finger into her. She held me close and gasped. I worked my fingers in and out of her pussy in the same rhythm that Madison used to bob her mouth up and down on my cock. After a few minutes, they switched places, Jessica taking my cock into her mouth and Madison coming up for more fingering. She first licked Jessica's juices from my fingers. "You taste nice, Jess," she said. Jessica didn't respond, but kept sucking my dick intently, and hard. Finally, I decided that I needed more than blowjobs. "Lay on your back, Jessica," I said. She did, wordlessly, intuitively spreading her legs wide. I slowly entered her. Jessica was extremely tight, as I knew from fingering her. That might have been why she'd wanted to reassure me of her age. I wasn't ready for what she told me when I was inside her. "About what I said before, only having sex a few times?" she whispered, giving my earlobe a bite. "I can't really be sure how far it went. This is the first I'll really remember. You're definitely the first guy I've sucked." "Does Madison know you're so inexperienced?" I asked, softly. Madison was watching us, masturbating openly as I thrust into Jessica. "No." I started going at Jessica harder, making her moan loudly and her enormous breasts bounce. Madison had three fingers inside herself, and was moaning almost as loudly as her roommate. Jessica pulled me close and shuddered as I thrust myself completely into her pussy. She kissed me. "I just came," she said. "Good." "Do you want Madison now?" "Yes." I pulled out of Jessica, my cock feeling cold now that I wasn't inside her anymore. Madison laid down for me, legs spread as Jessica had done. I slid myself into her, giving her a deep kiss as I did. She wasn't quite as tight as Jessica, but then Madison was, I'd learn, rather more experienced She was eighteen, though, so I could feel her pussy working my cock as I thrust in and out of her. Madison was loud, moaning and screaming as I pounded her. Jessica had adopted Madison's practice of masturbating as she watched. She was fingering herself slowly, already having come. Madison wrapped her legs around my back. "Harder!" she cried. I started pounding her, ramming my cock into her soaking pussy. She arched her back and screamed. I felt her pussy contract and juices flood out of it. Madison was panting when her orgasm subsided. She pulled me down to kiss me. "Well, that just happened," she whispered, grinding her hips slowly. "That dick of yours really split me open. Are you close to cumming?" she said. "Pretty close." "Who do you want to get you off?" There wasn't really a choice. "Jessica," I said. She laid down again, and I slipped my cock into her. She was just as tight and wet as before. I didn't take long before I was about to explode. "Where do you want it?" I asked. "All over me," said Jessica. "I want to watch it squirt out." I pulled out of her, so close that I didn't have to stroke myself to start shooting on her. The first couple of spurts landed on her breasts. Both Jessica and Madison were letting out the squeals I'd found so endearing when they first saw my cock. I kept shooting on Jessica's naked body again and again and again, covering her belly in semen. "Wow," said Madison. "Do you always shoot like that?" She bent down and started licking the semen off of Jessica. The last of my cum oozed out onto Jessica's pussy mound. "Usually," I said. "Save some for me," said Jessica. Madison licked up a mouthful of cum and kissed Jessica, giving her my cum. "Good, isn't it?" said Madison. Jessica just smiled and brought some more cum up to her mouth on her fingers and licked it off. Ultimately, there wasn't a future for us. We went on for a few months hanging out occasionally and having sex a few times a week, all three of us. But they were too young for me, and we all had our lives to live. It was a hard goodbye to Jessica, though. In the end, we found that we really had shared something special, and neither of us will ever forget that. Checking Out The Beemer I love being a nurse. All my life I have wanted to help others, and nursing provides endless opportunities to do just that. At first I thought about being a surgical nurse because the work would be really interesting, but then it dawned on me that most of my patients would be indisposed – not the type of situation that lends itself to satisfying patient relationships. The perfect solution was pediatric nursing. Working with kids is exceedingly gratifying, and most of them are healthy. I feel like I can help make a difference, and the typical broken bones and diseases of childhood aren't usually serious or depressing. Working with adolescent kids is my most gratifying role. Kids that are down on themselves because they are overweight or feeling ugly need a sympathetic ear. But the greatest need is for someone to help them get through the nightmare of sexual development. Believe me, when you're a teen faced with raging hormones, feelings of inadequacy and guilt, you really need a confidant. This situation is where I can often be of most help. I find that the kids (even the boys) respond to my empathetic style. But it never occurred to me that one of the people who would be seeking my council was my little brother! His name is Bernard. The poor kid got saddled with that moniker because it also happens to belong to my dad. My mom reluctantly agreed to the name on the condition we promised to call him something a little more contemporary. At any rate, that turned out to be "The Beemer". Don't ask me why. The Beemer was 20 years old and living at home over the summer while he was on break from college. To be honest, he's drop-dead gorgeous. He has a cute face, tight abs and dirty blond hair that make him a hit with the chicks. He's really a nice guy too. Just about everybody (including me) likes the Beemer. I had seen him just last weekend at the folk's house. They had some people over for a cookout and the Beemer and his latest girlfriend, Sally, were there. I liked Sally too. Maybe a bit uptight, but she was a perky brunette with a sweet demeanor and a nice body. I could see why the Beemer was attracted to her. I didn't think too much about it at the time, but the Beemer seemed preoccupied. He's usually the life of the party, but was unusually quiet that day. I figured maybe he and Sally were feuding, so I just shrugged it off. Boy was I wrong. The next morning about 10:00 the phone in my apartment rang. "Hey Sissy, you got a minute?" It sounds ridiculous, but the Beemer has called me that silly name his whole life. Fortunately, he's the only one who does. "Sure Beemer, what's up?" "Well, you work with older kids – I mean as patients and stuff, right?" "Sure Beemer, I work with kids all the way from babies to people about your age." "And do you, I mean, sometimes, is one of the things you talk about, you know, like how they should be taking good care of themselves and stuff?" "I guess, but I haven't got a clue what you're talking about. Why don't you just spit it out?" "Well, I mean, like checking out their bodies to be sure nothing is, you know, going wrong?" I decided to take a stab at what he was trying to ask me. "You mean things like breast and testicular self-examinations? Is that what you're trying to get at?" "Um, I guess so. Well, I was kinda wondering if you know enough about that stuff to tell the kids what they should be looking for – you know, how to tell if something is wrong." "You mean lumps and stuff like that?" "Yea, I guess. I mean do you know what something like that would feel like?" "Guilty as charged, Bro. In fact, that's one of the things I do all the time. We don't have any male nurses, and the doctors don't have the time go into things like that, so its part of my job. I explain the importance of regular checks and show the kids how to do them. It's part of our routine well-patient care. Beemer, did you find something you're worried about?" There was a long pause. Finally, he said, "Well, maybe. To be truthful, I was hoping you could, you know, check me out like you would do with one of your patients." I had not considered the possibility before, but the idea of having my little brother submit to an examination of his private parts hit a 10 on my erotic meter. My knees buckled as a vision of how the scenario could unfold crystallized in my mind." "Of course I would Beemer. But you should try to relax. The odds of anything being wrong at your age are about one in a million. But I'd be happy to check you out, just to be sure." Check him out; I liked the sound of that. "When were you thinking of?" "Well, I guess I'd like to get it over with soon. I'm sick of being worried and if it's bad news I want to know now. You couldn't do it today could you?" "Sure Beemer why don't you come over around noon? The air conditioning in my apartment is broken and it's pretty hot in here, but at least the windows are open." "I really appreciate it Sissy. You're a lifesaver." I spent the next two hours basking in the anticipation of what was to come. Of course, if there really was something wrong, I'd tell him right away, but if there wasn't, I intended to give my gorgeous little brother a heaping dose of humiliation – aimed directly at his deepest male insecurities. And believe me, male insecurities is a topic I know something about. When the doorbell rang, I was ready. "Hi Beemer. How's it going?" "OK I guess." He was a nervous wreck. "Well, actually, I'm a little apprehensive, both about the exam and about what you might find." "Now just relax. This will just take a minute and in all likelihood you'll be on your way with a clean bill of health. Why don't you just slip out of your clothes and prop yourself up on my bed while I go get some things in case we need them?" My words were carefully chosen. I wanted to create some uncertainty about what might happen next. I fumbled around in the bathroom long enough for him to slip out of his shorts and work up a bit more apprehension. I actually felt sorry for the kid, but my own adrenalin level was really starting to kick in. You could tell by my nipples. My breasts are so small that I never wear a bra around my apartment and the little guys were poking out noticeably through my polo. I figured Beemer wouldn't notice in his current state, but if he did it would be a dead giveaway. There was a sweet smile on my face as approached him with a surgical glove and a tube of KY jelly. "What's that for Sissy? I thought this would just take a second." "Oh it probably will, but we should be ready in case you need a more thorough exam." He looked petrified. I was glad he had taken off his shirt as well as his shorts even though I would have had a hard time explaining why it was necessary. He had covered his lower body with the sheet, but his tanned chest and washboard abs were on display for my pleasure. I couldn't help but contemplate the fullness that was evident between his thighs. "OK, let's get started. Now you just lie back on the pillows, relax and let me do the rest." The topography under the sheet became more interesting as he laid back and his manhood pressed against the thin material. The outline of his shaft was clearly visible and I traced its length with my eyes. I wasn't sure, but I though I could see the place where the head began. I took a moment to bask in the anticipation of what I was about to unveil. Very slowly, I pulled back the sheet so that I could see his lower abdomen. I wanted him to experience this fearful moment for as long as possible. I had to give him credit – the Beemer's stomach was hard and flat. I paused for a few more moments as his light brown pubic hair came into view. Then I took a deep breath and lovingly revealed the object of my fascination. To be honest his penis was absolute perfection. The shaft was long and lean. He was circumcised and the underside of his head bulged out prominently. It was obvious why I had been able to see it under the sheet. His slit-shaped pee-hole crowned the remainder of the silky smooth glans. His scrotum was fuzzy and had little bumps on it where the hairs came out. It was fully relaxed in the warm air and rested gently on the bed. I was mesmerized and could not help but stare at my prize for several minutes. I was thinking about what came out of that little slit besides pee when he broke the silence. "So is there something wrong?" "No Beemer, I was just performing a visual inspection of your genitals. It's a normal part of the examination. Now, please bend your knees and put your feet flat on the bed. That's right, but spread you legs a little farter apart. I'll need full access to your scrotum. That's right, now just relax." I could not believe what was happening. My gorgeous brother was as naked as the day he was born, working hard to fully expose himself to my probing inspection. "Are you OK?" "Yea, I guess so...go ahead." "OK Beemer, now I'm going to lift up your penis, so that I can feel the testicles in your sack." I grasped his penis firmly just under the head with my left hand and pulled it upwards while I cradled his warm, slightly moist scrotum in my right. My grip on his member was no accident – I wanted to make contact with his most sensitive area. I took a moment to appreciate the considerable weight of his sack before carefully examining each of his testicles as he presented them to me. They were completely normal. My pulse quickened because I now had the green light to proceed with the rest of my plan. "I don't feel anything obvious Beemer. Why don't you show me what you felt?" Reluctantly he moved his hands to his scrotum and began to palpate his own testicle as I continued to retract his still-limp dick. "Right here," he said. "It feels like a lump." "Put my finger where you feel it," I instructed. He took my finger and moved it back and forth over the place on his right testicle that he was so worried about. "Oh Beemer, I think what you're feeling is the place where the tube that connects your testicle to the rest of your body is attached. That's just part of the male anatomy. I've seen other boys worried about the same thing. Have you had any other symptoms? "I don't think so, what kind of symptoms?" "Well, for example have you noticed any change in the amount of seminal fluid that comes out when you ejaculate?" He turned beet red. My little plan was working. "Well, I'm not sure. You see, Sally isn't into much but regular sex so it's kind of hard to tell." "Oh come on Beemer, I'm not talking about when you have intercourse...I'm talking about when you masturbate. You're not going to tell me you don't do it any more are you? I know for a fact you did it plenty while I was at home. Didn't you think mom and I would be able to figure out what those stains on your dirty tee shits were? You don't have to be ashamed about it – masturbation is just a normal part of life. Mom and I would have been worried if you weren't doing it." "Well, I guess maybe I still do it sometimes," he admitted sheepishly. "OK then, what I need to know is have you noticed any changes in the amount of semen that comes out when you do it." "Gosh Sissy, I'm not trying to be uncooperative, but I haven't really been paying any attention to that." "Well, maybe it would be easier if you though about the number of times you squirt. That could help us figure out if there have been any changes in your volume. Can you tell me how many times that usually happens?' "Oh God Sissy, this is so embarrassing. I guess it depends on how long it's been since the last time." "I see. So what I'm hearing is that it's hard for you to give me a good answer because the number of squirts is different depending how long it's been between sessions, and that interval varies from day to day. Is that right?" "Um, yea, I guess so." "OK, is there a particular time of day you're more likely to do it than others?" "Well, I guess I usually do it when I first wake up – at least when I'm by myself." "Excellent. Now were getting somewhere. So Beemer, I want you to think hard and tell me about how many times you usually squirt when play with yourself at the beginning of the day." The poor guy was really concentrating on my question. It was a turn on for me to see him trying so hard to relive the details of his daily sessions. "About three or four, I guess." "That wasn't so hard now was it? Now, have you noticed any changes in that number during the last six months or so?" "No Sissy, I don't think so." "After you do it in the morning, how soon are you able to cum again?" "Pretty soon I guess, maybe 15 or 20 minutes, but if I do it more than three or four times in a day, hardly anything comes out." "That must be a little disappointing. It seems to me one of the most satisfying parts would be the pleasure of feeling and watching your semen come out. Isn't that right?" "I suppose so, but sometimes I just feel like doing it no matter how long it's been since the last time. It still feels good." "Does your penis get sore during those times when you find yourself masturbating frequently?" "Kind of, but then I usually back off for a few days." "You might want to think about using some lubrication, Beemer. Have you ever done that?" "Not really. I'd be worried mom or one of my roommates would find it. If I'm really sore, I do it in the shower where I can use my soapy hands." "Well, that sounds like a pretty good compromise, but you might think about trying some lube. You can always tell your roommates you use it with Sally." "Good idea." "OK, let's move on. Now I want you to tell me about any recent changes in the appearance of your ejaculate?" "I don't get what you mean." "Well, what I need to know is if there have been any changes in the visible characteristics of your semen. For example, is it thick, or does it tend to be a bit runny? Is it opaque or is it does it have some translucence? Is it homogenous, like mayonnaise, or can you see some inconsistencies in it, like partially cooked egg whites? What about the color? – is it pure white or does it have a yellowish tint? Changes in any of these properties can tell us a lot about the health of your testicles and prostate gland." "Gee, Sissy, I don't know. I never pay attention to that kind of stuff either." "Well, I don't see how we can complete your exam without the answers to these questions. You know what we need to do? Since you're not able to supply the information we need, I think you should produce a sample that we can study together, right now." "Oh my God, Sissy, I couldn't... I mean I would just die before I could to that." "Well, if you really want to know the truth, I don't see that we have much choice. Besides it's not that big of a deal. Haven't you ever masturbated while someone watched you before?" "Actually, no." "Oh, get over it Beemer. It's time for you to be a man and confront your adolescent fears. Here is what we're gong to do. In order to be sure we get a good sample, I'm going to massage your prostate gland while you stimulate your penis. I need to examine you there anyway and by applying pressure at the right time; I can increase the intensity of the ejaculatory reflex. Now you just lie back while I get ready." I gave him a reassuring look as I put on the surgical glove and spread some KY jelly over my index finger. "Come on, it won't be so bad, and by the looks of things, I think you might actually enjoy it." His penis, which had been totally flaccid up to this point, had begun to show signs of life. "Well, go ahead Beemer...I'll be able to judge your erectile response at the same time." Reluctantly, he began to slowly stroke his now nicely erect member using a two-handed technique. He encircled himself with left hand, at the very base of his organ where it emerged from his pubic hair and moved it slowly down his shaft. As the first hand completed its trip, the other assumed the starting position and followed suit. He closed his eyes and continued repeating the process. His motion was slow and deliberate, and I could tell he was making a special effort to provide direct stimulation to the underside of his swollen head." "That's an interesting technique Beemer; do you always masturbate that way?" "I don't know, most of the time I guess. That's what I did instinctively when I first discovered how in the bathtub." "That's nice, OK now spread you legs a little farter apart and try to relax your bottom so I can feel your prostate." At that time I began to move my lubed, gloved finger in small circles around his puckered anus – increasing the pressure as I continued. I could tell I was driving him wild. It looked like his penis could not become any harder. "OK Beemer, now I'm going to slip my finger inside. Don't worry, it won't hurt. You might even enjoy it." I rammed my finger up his asshole far enough to feel his walnut-sized gland. It took just a few moments for me to determine it was perfectly healthy. Beemer was covered in sweat and let out an audible moan. "Does that feel nice?" "Oh yea." "What are you thinking about Beemer?" "I don't know." "Of course you do. Don't think about it just tell me!" "Well I guess I'm thinking about how sexy it is to do it while you watch. I feel ashamed and embarrassed but excited all at the same time. I feel really basic – like an animal. And I really want to show you how I much I can cum – you know, so you wont' be disappointed." "Of course you do. Showing a woman how forcefully you can ejaculate goes to the very core of your masculinity. Every man has a primeval need to demonstrate his virility to a woman in this special way. There is simply no way to hide or fake it. You can't help but feel that the number and strength and of your spurts is an explicit measure of your manhood. I'm your sister, not a mate, but I'm still a female, and I'm watching and judging you. Make me proud!" It was time to increase the pressure I was applying to his prostate. He responded by deepening his breathing and switching to a one-handed technique. His right hand took over and was sliding up and down rapidly across the area just under the head of his penis. "Is that the spot where you're the most sensitive?" "Uh huh," he managed to gasp. "That's usually the case," I informed him, resuming my role as an authority figure. "The ring just under you glans is called the corona, and most boys find it the very most pleasurable place to be stimulated. You should show Sally how to do it." I began to slide my finger in and out of his rectum as he stroked – making contact with his prostate each time. I knew he was getting close. "Go ahead, Beemer, just go with it. Your scrotum is all scrunched up which means you're about ready to cum. I'm going to apply pressure to your prostate and I want you to cum as hard as you can" His hand was flying up and down faster and faster. Finally, his face contorted into an intense grimace and his penis exploded. The first stream shot about a foot into the air and landed on his sweaty stomach. The next one was just as intense and landed farther up his chest. Four more impressive streams followed as he continued to rub his glistening tool. Finally, the last of his load emerged in two or three gentle streams that flowed gently from his opening and down his hand. He grasped his erection firmly at the bottom and milked the last few drops out onto his fingers. He wiped them off on his stomach. "Good for you Beemer! I can assure you the volume of your ejaculate is well within the normal range. And your erectile response was excellent. Now let's take a look at the quality of your sample." I gathered a bit of his fluid between my thumb and forefinger and evaluated its consistency by rubbing them together.