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Erika Blossoms Ch. 01

By: SmoovB



Note: This is chapter one of a very long story. 28 chapters so far. It is wide ranging and will eventually touch on interracial sex, dom women, lesbian sex, true love, revenge and much, much more. I hope you enjoy it.

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CHAPTER ONE - Friday Night

I had a perfectly good reason for looking in my boyfriend's laptop. I wasn't snooping, honest. 

I was looking for a photo that was taken on top of Pirate Point, after a hike up the mountain one sunny Sunday afternoon. Another hiker was kind enough to take our picture. I wanted to put it up on Facebook.

Really, it was an accident that I found it, a folder full of porn. Well, maybe not porn – like people fucking and stuff - but a folder full of photos and videos of women in pantyhose.

I was mildly shocked, but not offended or anything. I wouldn't call myself a porn aficionado or anything, and I'm certainly no prude, but I've seen my share I suppose. My previous boyfriend and I had watched one together a couple of times, and then had sex.

Our sex life had fallen into a routine of maybe twice a month, much less than when we first started dating, but enough to suit me. Or at least that's what I thought at the time. It was not only routine in frequency, but in style as well. I little foreplay, then he would climb on top of me and we would fuck for five to ten minutes and he had an orgasm. Far more often than not, my orgasm would be left hanging. On those occasions, I would sometimes finish myself off with my fingers. I even had a little silver vibrator that I would use sometimes when he wasn't around.

All in all, I thought it all pretty normal.

Anyhow, this folder had hundreds of photos, and a couple of dozen videos, of ladies in pantyhose, posing, undressing, touching themselves, using vibrators and the like. 

A few of the videos even featured women talking directly to the camera, encouraging the viewer to masturbate. 

This made me curious, and a little guilty, that I wasn't doing something right by him, that he needed something more than what I had to offer.

He and I didn't live together, and he was out for the day. I was hanging out at his place so I knew I had plenty of time. I took my time going through the folder of pantyhose ladies. 

Most of it was pretty tame. Some of it was even quite tasteful, and I have to admit, some of it was fairly erotic. Not sure why, but I especially liked the videos of the girls instructing the viewer to masturbate – some of them were very demanding and a couple of them used humiliation as part of their encouragement. 

I'll admit, I was aroused enough to have a go at myself and gave myself a nice little orgasm.

I didn't tell him I found them, I didn't want to shame him, but I did file the information away to ponder. 

Over the next few weeks, every chance I got, I peeked in that folder. Sure enough, each time I looked, there were new photos and videos, and the videos were growing in numbers faster than the photos were – especially the ones that instructed and encouraged him to jack off. And the last one in the folder – or the most recently downloaded one I should say – had two girls in pantyhose frolicking in a bare living room, making out with each other and repeatedly demanding that the viewer jack off.

At the grocery store one afternoon, I noticed a display of pantyhose. Remembering the videos, I grabbed a package and threw it in the cart.

I can count on one hand the number of times I've had pantyhose on. Exactly 3 times to be precise. It's just not the fashion anymore.

A few nights later, we're getting ready to go out on a dinner date to a nice restaurant. It was my suggestion that we go somewhere nice. He is a big homebody and his idea of Date Night is ordering pizza and watching a movie on his giant TV. 

As I was dressing, I remembered the pantyhose and put them on under my dress. Feeling a little naughty, I didn't put on any panties. The dress was a little black number, about mid-thigh, with a little flip at the bottom and a deep V neck. I put on a pair of heels. I looked in the mirror. I was looking pretty hot if I'm allowed to be honest about it.

When I came out to the living room, ready to go, my boyfriend glanced up without really looking and said, "Ready to go?"

I asked him "I'm not sure about this dress..." and did the little 'turn my hip' thing as he looked – really looked this time – at what I was wearing.

He looked me up and down. His eyes widened when he saw my legs.

"Are you wearing pantyhose?" he asked, giving himself away without knowing it.

I smiled. "Why yes, I am. I'm feeling a little girly tonight, and I thought that it would be appropriate for where we're going."

"You look amazing!" he said, and off we went.

I suppose that I have to say a little about myself at this point. I am 24 years old. I am a brunette, have a light olive complexion, clear skin and green eyes. I weigh 112 pounds and I'm five-foot-ten-and-a-half in my bare feet. People say I'm tall and thin, and I guess I am.

My best feature I'm told, are my long, lean legs. My butt is small but round, and I wear a 32C bra. My nipples are smallish in diameter and ride high on my breasts. When I'm aroused, my nipples get very hard and stand out noticeably – which can be a bit of a problem with a sheer bra or a thin blouse. I'll also tell you that I have a very juicy pussy. During sex, I always leave a large wet spot on the bed. It's kind of embarrassing the first few times I'm with someone. 

Including my boyfriend, I have slept with 4 men in my life.

I do have to say I have a pretty hot body. I like being girly and am feminine by nature.

I have an average face I think, but I do know how to make the most of what I have with makeup and good grooming. I take good care of myself and stay fit by going to the gym a few times a week.

I work as a paralegal at a law firm and make enough money to support myself. I'm thinking about going to law school in the fall.

So, back to the date with my boyfriend...

As we walked out to the car, he tells me again how pretty I look and actually opened the car door for me. I caught him looking down at my legs as I sat down in the passenger seat. I thought about flashing him my panty-less crotch, but that's not really my style.

He was especially attentive at dinner. The meal was delicious, the setting was elegant and the conversation pleasant. He opened doors, complimented me incessantly and was a perfect gentleman all evening.

It's a funny thing - wearing the pantyhose made me feel especially feminine and pretty. I liked the way they felt on my freshly shaven legs. I could feel that my pussy – also freshly shaven and completely bare – was moist without anything sexual going on at all, aside from it being a perfectly romantic evening.

As we drove home, he reached over and put his hand on my thigh. My libido was revving up.

Upon arriving back at his apartment, we kissed – he was especially passionate with it. I told him to get in bed and I'd be there after I undressed.

I went into the bathroom and took off my dress. I was about to take my pantyhose and bra off when I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door.

I took a good, hard, honest look at myself. Still wearing my heels, my legs looked a mile long. I turned around and the 2 inch heels made my butt look fantastic. The sheer bra held my breasts just right. I was kind of amazed at how good I looked actually. I felt sexy, feminine, confident.

Making a snap decision, I walked into the bedroom just like that. Bra. Pantyhose. Heels. My long brown hair cascading in soft waves over my shoulders.

The lights were out in the bedroom, but the hallway light was on behind me, shining into the room. I stood in the doorway, feet apart, hands on my hips, and asked my boyfriend, "How do I look?"

"Oh my God! You look so, so sexy." he said, his voice thick with excitement.

"I think we need a little music." I said.

I walked across the room to the low table beside his dresser and bent over at the waist, feet apart, and took my sweet time tuning the radio into a sweet soul music station. I turned it down low.

I looked over my shoulder, gently swaying my hips side to side, and could see that his hand was on his crotch, slowly rubbing his cock under the covers.

Liking this feeling, I felt in control and powerful. I was intensely aroused, even to the point that I could smell my arousal – that uniquely feminine smell of an aroused pussy, ready for fucking.

I stood up and turned around. "Take the covers off." I told him. 

He did. In the half-light, I could see that his cock was very hard.

It dawned on me that I was in full control of the situation, and I found that exciting and decided to experiment with that feeling. Where this came from, I haven't the first idea.

"Turn around and put your head over the edge of the bed." I said.

He complied.

I walked slowly over to the bed, rolling my hips as I walked. His eyes were wide open and he was stroking his hard cock. I could see the head was shiny with the fluid that leaks out when a man is super aroused.

I turned around and backed up so that his head slipped between my legs. He was looking directly up at my pussy – a pussy so wet that it had made a big wet spot in my pantyhose. My pussy was so ready to fuck.

He reached up to pull me down. I slapped his hands away. "You haven't been given permission to touch me," I said. His eyes grew wider. "You can touch yourself though. Don't you want to stroke you hard cock?" I asked with a sweet smile.

"Yes." he whispered.

"Stroke your cock slowly. Like this." I said, as I reached down and pretended like I was slowly stroking a cock in front of my pussy, right above his eyes. 

I squatted down a bit, so that my drenched pussy was an inch above his panting mouth. "My pussy is so hot and so wet. Don't you wish you could put your hard cock in it?"

"Yes." he whispered.

I started to rub my pussy through my pantyhose. "God, I need a hard cock in my pussy so bad. I need someone to fuck me so hard and shoot cum all over my ass." I said, mimicking some of the things I has heard the pantyhose video girls saying.

I reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra. I pulled it off, stood up and turned around. He was stroking his cock fast. His cock head looked like it might pop off any second.

I pinched my hard nipples as I stood over him.

"I need a real man to fuck my pussy. A real man with a real cock. Are you a real man?" I asked him.

"Yes." he whispered.

"I need a big hard cock to fuck my little pussy. I don't think your cock is big enough, is it?" I pulled the waist of my pantyhose up across my flat belly. The friction of the nylon rubbing across my swollen clit was electrifying.

"no." he whispered.

"Stop rubbing your little dick. I'm not ready for you to cum yet." I ordered him. I didn't recognize my own voice. Something had taken over.

He stopped rubbing his cock, but didn't take his hand off of it. His cock head was beet red. It looked ready to burst.

"Run your hands lightly up my thighs" I ordered, as I put one foot up on the bed next to his head.

He reached up and did as I told him to do. I could feel his hands trembling. I was still rubbing my pussy lightly, right above his face.

"Do you think you could lick my pussy good enough to make me cum?" I asked.

"Yes." he whispered.

I squatted down and rubbed my pantyhose covered pussy lightly across the bridge of his nose. I saw him stick his tongue out like he was going to lick my pussy. I stood back up.

"I don't think you know how to lick a pussy this hot and this wet. I can't have you fumbling around down there not knowing what you're doing."

He was still running his hands up and down my thighs, and now slipping down over my calves as well.

"Please." he whispered.

I reached down into my pantyhose. I inserted my middle finger deep in my wet pussy. It was hot to the touch. My clitoris was throbbing. I pushed my finger in as deep as it would go. I pushed it in and out several times. I was drenched. The wet spot in my pantyhose was bigger now and my scent filled the room. It was a sweet, earthy smell.

"Would you like a taste?" I asked.

"Yes, please." he whispered.

I reached down and pushed my middle finger into his mouth. He sucked eagerly.

And I'm not sure what came over me - the feeling of power, of control, of dominance – I reached down and slapped his cock with my other hand. I felt him gasp around my finger. I slapped his cock again, harder. He moaned.

"You can't fuck me properly with that tiny little prick. I need a long, fat cock in my pussy. I need my wet pussy to be stretched out and fucked like a slut by a real man with a real cock." I said. 

I rubbed my pussy with one hand while he sucked my finger like a baby sucking a nipple. My knees were getting weak and trembly. 

His cock was standing straight up. He was grabbing my thighs and calves roughly.

I reached down and gave his cock another hard slap. "Not so hard. I don't want you to ruin my pantyhose with your soft little hands."

I put my foot back down on the floor and backed up a couple of steps.

"Sit up." I commanded him.

He sat up and turned around to look at me. I turned and walked over to the dresser where I kept a little silver vibrator in the drawer that I used. I took it out and turned around, holding it in front of my pantyhose covered pussy like it was a little silver cock.

I started to stroke it back and forth slowly, like I had a cock and was jacking off.

"Lay down and stroke your little prick, but don't cum."

He obeyed without a word. His legs were hanging off the bed, making his cock stick out obscenely as he stroked it.

I turned around and backed my pantyhose covered ass into his crotch, rubbing my ass up and down his cock and pressing the vibrator against my clitoris. He moaned "Ooohhh, that feels so good. I love the way that feels."

After about a two-dozen strokes up and down, I stopped and turned around. I knelt between his legs and put my face real close to his cock. He could feel my hot breath on it. He was still stroking it slowly.

"Would you like me to suck your little dick?" I asked him.

"God, yes. Please!"

I reached up and pulled his hand off his cock, replacing it with my own. It was harder than I've ever felt, and hot to the touch. I bent my head down like I was going to take it in my mouth. I blew cool air on it instead. He moaned again.

"I don't think I'm going to do that." I said. I moved my hand down to the base of his cock, and then slapped it hard with my other hand.

"Uhhnnn!" he grunted. 

I slapped it again, harder.

"This tiny little thing will never touch my pussy again. I need a BIG cock in my tight pussy, not this tiny little useless thing. I want a huge cock that will stretch me out and make me cum like a dirty slut."

I slapped his cock again. And again. Each time I did so, he moaned with pleasure.

Then I raised up and pushed my tits into his crotch, pushing upward and climbing on top of him, mashing my tits across his cock as I climbed up onto the bed, dragging my tits across his belly and chest. I straddled him, and pinned his hands to his sides with my knees as I sat down on his belly.

I began rubbing my pussy through my pantyhose with the silver vibrator and pinching my hard nipples with the other.

"This pussy is much too good for your little dick. I need a BIG cock to pry me open and fuck me like a dirty whore." Most of what I was saying, I had heard on the videos, but I was surprised to hear the words coming out of my mouth. I would never come up with this on my own, even though I was embellishing a fair bit.

Even so, all along, my loose plan had been for him to get fed up with the teasing at some point, take control, throw me down on the bed, rip my pantyhose off and fuck me silly. It had been several weeks since we had sex.

Evidently, my plan had failed. He was as meek as a kitten in the face of my assertiveness. And that just made me bolder. To my very great surprise, I was enjoying this dominance over him. 

And I was so ready to cum.

I scooted up higher on his chest and started rubbing my clit through the pantyhose with a purpose.

"I'm going to make my little pussy cum now, do you want to watch?"

"Yes!" he said, as he stared at my pantyhose covered pussy. They were now wet for six or seven inches down my inner thighs. My pussy liked this little game very much.

I reached down with both hands and ripped the pantyhose open at the seam. I inserted one finger in my pussy and pressed the little silver vibrator against my clitoris.

I rose up off his chest to my knees. He was staring at my pussy, wide-eyed.

I could feel him struggling to get his hands free so he could rub his cock. I tightened my grip on his hands with my knees as my orgasm came on.

Fingering my pussy with two fingers now, and rubbing my clit with the vibrator, my orgasm crashed into me with hurricane force. My pussy was on fire, my clit was as hard as a marble as a very intense orgasm rolled into me, through me and over me in waves. 

I fell forward across his face as my enormous orgasm collapsed.

I lay there panting for a moment or two, catching my breath and petting my pussy lightly. I felt that he had managed to work his hands free and was stroking his cock. 

I rolled off of him.

He rolled up onto his knees, never stopping his cock rubbing. 

"Jerk that little dick. Make it cum. I want to see your little dick spurt. Jerk it faster. Stroke you little dick and make it cum." I encouraged.

Within seconds, he erupted all across my pantyhose covered thighs. It hit my thigh with an audible 'splat' and felt almost hot enough to leave a blister.

After about 10 seconds, he was spent, and collapsed on the bed next to me.

We lay together in silence for a few minutes, catching our breath and collecting our thoughts.

He spoke first. "That was incredible." A long pause. "How did you know?"

"I found the folder on your computer."

Silence.

"It was an accident. I was looking for a photo of us. Are you mad at me?" I asked.

"No." he said, "I'm just processing this."

Feeling a little ashamed I said, "I don't know quite what came over me. I didn't mean that stuff about big dicks and little dicks and... you know. Your cock is fine."

"It's OK." he said.

We cleaned up a little and went to bed without saying much more. He fell asleep immediately with his back to me.

It was a long time before sleep came for me because I couldn't get my brain to shut up. I resolved to buy more pantyhose in the morning. I lightly stoked my pussy lips through the hole in the pantyhose, and realized that I needed a good fuck.

END OF CHAPTER ONE - Much more to come.

Erika Blossoms Ch. 02



Note: This is chapter two of a very long story. 28 chapters so far. It is wide ranging and will eventually touch on interracial sex, dom women, lesbian sex, true love, revenge and much, much more. I hope you enjoy it.

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CHAPTER TWO -Saturday Morning

It was Saturday morning after our pantyhose adventure the night before. My boyfriend was up early. He had made breakfast and brought a tray to bed.

I had fallen asleep with my ripped pantyhose still on. He was in his boxers.

When he came in with the tray, I sat up.

"Where would you like breakfast?" he asked.

I turned the covers down, straightened out my legs and patted my thighs. "Right here." I said.

I saw his eyes widen a little as he saw my pantyhose covered legs, the stain of his cum clearly visible. He sat the tray down in my lap.

"Are you not eating?" I asked him, aware that my little brown nipples were hard and my pussy was getting wet again.

"No, I already had a bowl of oatmeal while I was making breakfast for you." He sat down at the foot of the bed. His eyes roaming up and down my pantyhose covered legs.

I looked at my boyfriend as I ate. He was a sweet guy, and generally treated me well, even if he was a bit inattentive. When I found his stash of pantyhose porn and bought a pair for myself, we had an unplanned sexual adventure to remember the night before.

Brown hair, brown eyes with bright smile and a kind face, he was about an inch shorter than me. He was sensitive about his height, so I rarely wore heels taller than an inch. He had put on a few pounds around the middle over the past year or so and while he wasn't unattractive, he wasn't in the best shape either. 

We had been dating for almost two years. We were introduced by a mutual friend after I had broken up with my previous boyfriend. Two years older than I, he worked as a loan officer at a bank.

"Did you enjoy last night?" I asked. I smiled hopefully at him.

He looked me in the eye. I detected a note of wariness. "Yes, very much." he answered. He reached up and put his hand on my ankle, caressing me lightly.

I moved the breakfast tray off my lap to the bedside table. I looked up and saw that his cock was hard, making a tent of his boxers.

"I can see that you enjoyed it." I said. I reached over and gave his cock a little squeeze.

"Come up here." I patted the bed next to me.

He climbed up onto the bed, and lay down on his back next to me. I turned over on my side, pressing my breasts into his upper arm and draped my leg across his hard cock.

His breathing was fast and shallow.

"Watching you jack off made me so hot. My pussy was on fire."

"Mmmm Hmmm" he sighed softly.

I was rubbing my pantyhose covered thigh up and down across his cock. I could feel the heat coming off it.

"Take your boxers off." He reached down, raised his hips and pushed them down over his ankles. I put my thigh back where it was, rubbed his chest with my hand and we began kissing. His mouth was hungry, eager against my lips. I could feel his hips pressing his hard cock against my thigh.

We stayed like that for several long, delicious minutes, kissing and rubbing his cock against my pantyhose.

I rolled up on top of him, never taking my lips from his until I whispered in his ear, "I love watching you stroke your cock. I love watching the head get big and red. I love the way it throbs when you cum and watching cum shooting out of it. I love your sticky cum on my pantyhose."

I was grinding my pubic bone against his cock, biting his neck and kissing behind his ear.

I pushed up and sat down on his cock. His hard cock was against his belly and I rubbed my wet pussy up and down along the length of it. 

It would be so easy to slip him inside me through the hole in the pantyhose.

"I'm going to make you cum so hard." I whispered. The look on his face was one of supreme concentration – eyes clenched, jaw tight. He was completely passive.

I stood up on the bed astride him. "Open your eyes." 

He looked up at me, directly up at my pussy, across my flat belly, my perky tits and into my eyes.

"Stroke your cock."

He began jacking his dick. I reached down and spread my pussy lips apart. "Do you like my tight little pussy?"

"yes."

"Show me how much you like it." I reached down, grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his face to my pussy.

He began licking my pussy through the ripped hole in my pantyhose earnestly, but not skillfully. He could do better.

"Slow down, it's not a piece of meat, it's a delicate flower. Treat it with respect." I said. "And don't stop jacking off your dick, but don't you dare cum yet."

He slowed down, and started kissing my pussy lips, softly, slowly, sensually.

"That's a good boy." I said. "Keep doing it just like that."

I let him go on for a long time like that, kissing and licking my little bare pussy. I still had a handful of his hair, and would use it to guide him. I spread my feet apart and squatted down a little, and pushed his head down so that he could lick deep into my pussy hole.

"Lick my pussy deep. Put your tongue in as far as it will go." He eagerly obeyed. Long, slow licks deep into my pussy.

I'll say this for him, when properly motivated, he was very good at licking my pussy.

"Yes, that's the way to do it. It feels so good."

I let him lick my pussy that way until I was on the verge of an orgasm.

Then I pushed him away and back down onto the bed. I squatted down right over his face.

"Lick my asshole you dirty little slut." I told him as I ripped the hole bigger to allow access to my ass. I felt deliciously dirty talking to him like that – dominating him.

We had never really gone there before. The most we had ever done before was a little bit of fingering around the outside of my asshole while we were fucking.

He surprised me by sticking his tongue deep into my asshole. It was going to push me over the edge if I wasn't careful. I raised up just out of his reach and lightly stroked my clit.

"You like licking my dirty asshole, don't you little slut?"

"yes." He whispered.

I sat down full on his face. He lapped at my asshole as I ground my pussy across the bridge of his nose and rubbed my clit with two fingers. I couldn't see it, but I could hear the 'fap fap fap' of his dick jacking.

"Don't cum yet little slut" I said, "not until I'm ready." I heard the fapping sound stop.

My orgasm hit like a truck, all at once. I reached down and grabbed his head and pulled it into my creamy crotch hard. It was a big, hard orgasm that left me shuddering.

As it subsided, I raised up a bit to let him breathe. "Keep licking my pussy, slow and soft." I said as my orgasm cooled down. He obeyed by licking my pussy with the flat of his tongue. 

I finally rolled off of him and lay down next to him. I reached down and took his dick in my hand, slowly rubbing the shaft in my little hand. I looked up at his face and it was drenched with the juices from my pussy. I kissed his lips. They felt swollen and ripe.

Slowly, I continued to stroke his dick with one hand and rub the swollen head with the palm of my other hand, and I could tell that he was ready to pop. Even though I had just cum, my pussy was still burning.

I turned around and climbed atop him in the 69 position. I pressed my dripping pussy against his lips and he began to lightly lick my clitoris. It felt sublime.

For perhaps the first time ever, I took a long, hard look at his dick.

It wasn't the biggest I had ever seen or touched – it certainly wasn't like those one-in-a-zillion black porn star freaks I've seen - but I guessed it to be about average. 

With my hand wrapped around the base, the circumcised head was just above my fist. The head was swollen and red, with a prominent ridge that stood out from the shaft at the bottom of his head. 

That was my favorite thing about his dick. When we were fucking, I could feel the difference in the diameter of his head and shaft, and it felt good when he penetrated my pussy and then pulled almost all the way out so I could feel that ridge. When he would push back in, I could feel my pussy collapse over the shaft. Delicious.

His balls were just normal balls I suppose, and they were pulled up tight against the base of his dick as he was aching to cum.

(Being naturally curious, I measured my hand afterwards and deduced that his dick was about 4 ½ inches long. I read later that average is about 6 to 6 ½ inches. Interesting.)

I kissed the head without taking it in my mouth. I breathed out a hot breath of air over it as I slowly stroked his shaft. He moaned.

"Put the tip of your little finger in my asshole and don't stop licking my clit." I ordered.

I felt his pinky finger slip into my asshole. It made me shudder.

I was stroking his cock with both hands now. His dick was leaking copious amounts of fluid, and was slick, hard and hot. I could tell he was ready to cum.

He began to suck on my clit while flicking his tongue lightly over it at the same time. Pushing his pinky into my asshole all the while. 

My orgasm was building quickly.

"Do you want me to make this dick spurt with my hands? Would you like it to be inside me when it does? How about if I suck the cum straight out of your dick into my mouth? Or maybe you would like to fuck my tight little pussy and shoot your cum all over my titties and face. Maybe you'd like put your dick in my tight little asshole and buttfuck me like a dirty whore?"

I raised up, fully intending to spin around and sit my pussy down on his dick and let him fuck me. But as soon as I sat up, still astride his face, he gave my clitoris a little nip with his teeth and sucked it hard into his mouth, and shoved his pinky finger all the way inside my virgin asshole.

My orgasm exploded me.

It was everywhere at once. My pussy felt like it was gushing, my asshole clenched tight around his finger, my nipples felt ready to shatter, my legs went to jelly, my hands were shaking, my breathing fast and shallow. I was moaning like a whore in heat.

"yesyesyesyesyesgodamyessuckmypussyyesyesfuckmefuckmefuckmeyesyesyes."

It was by far the most intense, explosive orgasm I've ever had. It went on and on as he sucked my clit and pushed his finger slowly in and out of my asshole.

I collapsed on top of him, panting, trying to catch my breath and raised my pussy off of his face, unable to stand it. My pussy was too sensitive to be touched anymore. I rolled off of him, spent.

Amazingly, he still hadn't cum. I looked over at him, his eyes pleading. I said nothing.

Finding some assertiveness finally, he rolled over on top of me, and began trying to push his dick into my pussy.

"No. It's too sensitive right now." I told him, pushing against his chest.

He sat up on his knees, his dick jutting out, looking brittle. His eyes were pleading, pained.

He was sitting astride my closed thighs. I reached and pushed his dick down between them.

"Fuck my pantyhose." I said.

He began to push his dick between my pantyhose covered thighs, slowly at first, then faster.

"Yes, fuck my pantyhose with your dick. Shoot your cum all over me. I want to feel your cum all over my body."

That little bit of encouragement did it. He pulled up, grabbed his dick and started pounding his fist up and down, rubbing the full length of it.

"AAAaaaaaahhhhhhh...."

His dick erupted. Shooting his cum all over my thighs, my pussy and my flat tummy. It even got as high as my tits with a couple of spurts. I had no idea cum would fly that far.

I pulled him down on top of me. I could feel his sperm, slick between our chests and tummies.

We lay like that for a long time, not speaking.

Finally rolling off of me, we were both a sticky mess.

"Let's take a shower together." I suggested as I rose from the bed.

I headed to the bathroom and turned on the hot water. I looked into the mirror.

I was a hot mess. Dried cum all over my pantyhose covered thighs with a gaping hole ripped in the crotch, and fresh cum all over my pussy, tummy and breasts - my hair wild. But I was aglow. I felt stong, sexy, confident.

I peeled off my ruined pantyhose, tossed them on the counter and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash the all the sticky cum away.

My boyfriend joined me after a few minutes. He stepped in and I kissed him hard.

"That was incredible. It made me feel so sexy and strong." I said.

He pushed against me. His dick, amazingly, still as hard as it was a few minutes ago.

I spun him around, kissing the back of his neck and reached around his waist to grab his dick. I began to stroke it, the water running down across him.

He moaned softly as I masturbated him firmly and steadily. He reached up and put his hands against the shower wall as if to hold himself up, bending slightly at the waist, still moaning softly.

I had a wicked idea.

I grabbed a bottle of body wash, and squirted a healthy amount into my hand. I repositioned the shower head slightly so the water wouldn't wash it all away, and grabbed his cock again.

Stroking it fast and tight, I could feel him quivering. I reached down with my other hand and began to rub his balls from behind, my wrist against his butthole. 

Reaching way under his ass and gently squeezing his balls, both hands were now slick with the body wash.

I could feel his orgasm was very close as I continued to stroke his dick and pull on his balls.

"Godogodogod, I'm going to cum." he said after a couple of minutes, and I could feel his ass draw tight and his dick begin to throb.

That was just the wicked moment I was waiting for. Just as everything was at its very tightest, I shoved my middle finger straight up his asshole.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHH!" he screamed.

His dick spurted a long, steady rope of cum against the shower wall as I stroked it with my little fist. His asshole clenched around my middle finger with each spurt.

His knees buckled and he fell to his hands and knees on the floor of the shower.

Soon, he turned over and sat down on the floor, letting the water cascade down over him.

I rinsed off and stepped out.

As I toweled off, I thought to myself, 'This has been a very interesting weekend. I have had the three most mind-blowing orgasms ever, and haven't had a penis inside my body one single time.'

It was a shocking thought, but true. We had been at each other like crazy, and he hadn't put his dick inside me once. Not in my mouth or my pussy. It wasn't that way by design – I love cock inside me – but I'll be damned if my orgasms hadn't been astounding.



Erika Blossoms Ch. 03



Note: This is chapter three of a very long story. 28 chapters so far. It is wide ranging and will eventually touch on interracial sex, dom women, lesbian sex, true love, revenge and much, much more. I hope you enjoy it.

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CHAPTER THREE – Saturday Afternoon and Night

That afternoon, my boyfriend had to go to the office for a couple of hours. 

As he was going out the door, I told him "I've got some shopping to do, and I'm probably going to sleep at my place tonight. I have to get up early and go to church with the fam for Easter Sunday in the morning." I knew how he hated going to church with my folks.

"Will I see you tomorrow?" he asked.

"Probably." I replied.

On my way back to my apartment, I stopped in at the grocery store to pick up a few things for my empty refrigerator. Once again, as I passed the little pantyhose display, I decided to pick up a pair. Stopping for a closer look, I decided on three pair. One nude, one a light tan, and one black. The black ones had a seam down the back.

At my apartment, I decided to call my best friend and see if she wanted to go shopping with me. She did and said she'd be right over.

While I was waiting, I decided to get out of the jeans and t-shirt I was in.

Having just showered before I left my boyfriends house, I decided to put on some makeup and dress up a bit for shopping.

I walked into my bright bathroom and looked into the mirror. My body looked great, my eyes were sparkling, my skin glowing and I felt like a million bucks.

After putting on a light, daytime makeup and shaving my legs, I was ready to dress. I saw the three packages of pantyhose on the bathroom counter and thought, "What the hell, might as well."

I opened the nude package and pulled them on. I didn't put on any panties, thinking it kind of redundant.

I pulled a little skirt out of the closet and pulled it on. Not quite a mini skirt, but pretty short and skin tight. I matched it with a pretty, sheer bra, a loose, print blouse and some strappy sandals with 1" heels.

Not too-too, but just right for up-scale shopping.

Just as I was putting the final touches on my makeup, my bell rang. Jana had arrived!

I opened the door to my best girlfriend. She looked gorgeous in designer jeans, heels and a tight little top that showed off her glorious D cup breasts.

Jana and I had been friends since high school. I was at the gawky stage with my height and some of the mean girls were being bitches to me. She took up for me and we've been friends ever since. 

I've always been a little overshadowed by her as she is popular and vivacious, but we're such great friends that it doesn't matter.

She is way prettier than I am. She has a gorgeous face, classically high cheekbones, enormous blue eyes, naturally blonde hair with just a bit of natural curl to it, and she has a curvy, voluptuous body that gets a lot of attention. She always looks great and put together.

About 5' 4", she is about 110 pounds – a blonde, blue-eyed, first-class, southern belle and a bit of an exhibitionist – well, that's probably too strong a word, but she does dress to show off her gorgeous, womanly figure.

She is very much a social butterfly. She knows everyone and goes to all the best parties, usually with a different man on her arm. She's never really had a serious, serious boyfriend, preferring to play the field. She says there is time enough to settle down and live a boring life when she's 40. I predict she will eventually marry someone filthy rich.

I'm always invited and welcome to go with her, but I'm just not as social as she is. Big parties kind of wear me out. I'm careful about the ones I choose to go to with her.

So anyway, she walks in and looks me up and down. "You look AMAZING!" she squealed. "I would kill for those legs... Waitaminute! Are you wearing stockings?!" she asked.

"Why yes. Yes I am." I confessed. "But they aren't stockings, they're pantyhose." I lifted up my skirt a bit for her to see the tops of my legs.

She giggled. "Pantyhose!? Really? That's so retro! I love it!"

So, off we went to the upscale mall on the other side of town. She drove her BMW.

"So, what's up with the pantyhose?" she asked. 

"I don't know, I just like how they make me feel so feminine." I replied.

She looked at me with that look that said she was still waiting. 

"Seriously," she said. "One does not simply walk into wearing pantyhose."

We both giggled at the new twist on the old meme.

So I told her about finding the porn stash on my boyfriend's computer and how I had picked up a pair at the grocery store, about the date we had gone on, how much it turned him on and the amazing sex we had had. I didn't tell her about the details so much, just that the sex was incredible.

"And really, I do like the way they make me feel so sexy and feminine, and the way they feel on my legs." I told her. "That's the honest truth."

She replied, "Well, maybe you'll start a retro fashion trend. And goddam, if I had those legs, I would show them off too. I have to admit, they do look great on you. Not everyone could pull that off."

"So, he has a pantyhose fetish?"

"Evidently!" I laughed. "They drove him wild."

Jana had never really liked my boyfriend that much. She kept it to herself, and was always a doll around him, but I knew she thought I could do better. That's what friends are supposed to think.

When he and I had first started going out, she pulled me aside one night and said, "You are a gorgeous, intelligent and strong woman with a lot on the ball. You can have any man you set your sights on. Promise me that you'll remember that."

I promised, and I've kept that promise.

I can't say that I'm in love with my boyfriend. He treats me well enough and he's pretty good company, but aside from the past few days and the first few weeks we were dating, there hasn't been a lot of passion or intensity from either side of the relationship. It's comfortable, easy.

He's not particularly ambitious, doesn't have any particular talent and we don't really have that much in common to tell the truth. When I think about it, I don't really know why we're together. I'm trying to get the courage to go to law school, so I tell myself that I don't have the time or inclination to get into an intense relationship right now.

"What do you think he does? Sit at home in front of the computer and wank to videos of girls in pantyhose?"

"Yeah, I think that's pretty much it. Some of the videos are of women instructing and encouraging the viewer to jack off. Some of it is very explicit and a few are very demanding about it." 

We both giggled.

"There were a couple of them that were even humiliating in the way they would talk to the viewer."

"OHMYGOD! Tell!" she squealed.

"Well, a couple of them, the girl in pantyhose makes fun of the guy. Calls him sissyboy and other derogatory names, talks about how small his penis is, instructs him to put things in his butt, makes him eat his own sperm..."

"Jesus Christ." She said. "Really? Put things in his own ass? Do you think he's doing that?"

"Oh, I don't know about that..." I trailed off.

She gave me that look again, but didn't press. 

After a few minutes of silence she said, "Now, you listen to me and listen to me good. I don't care if you're in love with him, want to have 47 babies and live happily ever after – DO NOT get too tangled up with him honey, please. He'll never amount to anything more than middle management at some crappy bank. You can do so much better. You deserve so much better."

"Go ahead and have your fun with him or whatever, but when it comes time to cut him loose, promise me that you'll walk away from him without a second thought. The longer you're with him, the bigger the chance that his loser-ness gets on you."

We had arrived at the mall. She put the car in park, turned toward me and looked directly into my eyes.

"You are my best friend in the whole world, and I owe it to you to tell you the truth."

That's the thing about Jana. As fabulous as she looks, she is equally deep, soulful, smart and very perceptive about the way things work.

"I know. I'm not in love with him. It's just... I don't know. Easy I guess." I said. "I know he's not the one."

"Well, that's good then. I won't say anything else about it except that the right one likely won't show up as long as he's around. Or if he does, you're not likely to recognize him because you're tangled up with pantyhose boy."

"Now, let's shop!" she said happily. I was relieved to be done with that conversation.

So, we shopped.

We shopped all afternoon. I picked out a sweet little summer dress and a strappy pair of sandals – my weakness. Both Jana and I picked out new bikinis.

When we were trying on bikinis, we went into the generously sized dressing room together.

Jana peeled off her pants and thong and pulled the bikini bottom on. I admired her firm, round butt when she bent over. She has an amazing body, really. Her body is firm and tight with flawless skin, and such a womanly figure. I've always been jealous of her boobs and hips, her wavy blonde hair, her cheekbones – I could go on and on. She is so beautiful.

The dressing room was a completely mirrored room, and she couldn't help but notice that I was eyeing her butt.

"I wish I had your tiny ass." she said as she looked at her rump in the mirror.

By this time I had my skirt and blouse off. I didn't bother to take off my pantyhose to try on the bikini bottoms. 

I said, "I wish I had your tits."

We both giggled like little girls.

I watched her peel her top and bra off, and put the bikini top on. She had to sort of lift her breasts into the cups. She has puffy, pink nipples. I noticed a tiny little ladybug tattoo on her side next to her breast that I had never seen before.

"They get a lot of attention, but it won't be long now that I'm going to have to get a lift or something. They are starting to sag." she said. "They are kind of a bother, really. Your tits will look great even when you're 50. Your nipples are so high on your tits, that even when your tits do begin to sag, they will look fantastic. My nipples are headed south." She sighed and adjusted the way her breasts sat in the bikini top.

She looked so hot in the bikini. I've seen Jana naked a thousand times over the years, but something was different today. I was getting hot and bothered. 

I guessed that it was my over-heated libido from what happened last night and this morning. Or maybe it was the proximity. The dressing room, filled with mirrors, seemed so small all of the sudden. It was impossible not to see every little thing. 

I generally like to buy bikini tops that are a little padded. Not because of the size of my tits, but because my nipples are so pointy when they get hard – which is basically all the time.

Jana convinced me to try something skimpier than I would ordinarily buy. The top was tiny, the material thin. My nipples looked like marbles.

"Jana, I can't go out wearing this. Look at my nipples!"

"That is exactly why you will go out wearing that." she said matter-of-factly. She reached up with both hands and cupped my breasts, and then gave my nipples a little pinch. I felt my pussy respond with immediate wetness.

"They are spectacular." she said. "And if we're going to find you a suitable boyfriend, it doesn't hurt to advertise a little. Throw a white linen blouse over it if you want, but you are buying that suit. It looks fantastic on you."

As I bent over to pull my skirt back on, I caught the unmistakable scent of my arousal. I was pretty sure that Jana noticed too. I have to rethink this 'going out without any panties on' thing.

We made our purchases and headed for the car, it was late afternoon. On the way out, we noticed a new store "Elegant Eyewear Boutique" the sign said.

"One last stop, I promise" Jana said, "I need some new sunglasses." 

Jana comes from a very wealthy family. She works as an analyst at a financial planning firm. I'm not sure what kind of money she makes, but she carries a Platinum Amex card with her name on it. Money is never really an issue with her.

We walked into the store – an upscale shop with prescription eyewear frames and designer sunglasses. Way out of my price range, but it would be fun to try them on. I mean, that's why they call it 'shopping', right?

Behind the counter was a gorgeous black man. As we were trying them on, he walked over and asked me if he could assist me.

"I'm not buying today, I already have a pair." I told him, "I'm just here with my friend. She is buying."

He smiled brightly and thanked me. I noticed he had green eyes. He walked across the room toward Jana.

As he walked away, I took a good look. He was fine. About 6' 3" with broad shoulders and small hips. I'm no good at guessing weight, but he didn't have an extra pound on him. He was wearing tailored tan slacks and a fitted white shirt with expensive, Italian looking loafers.

I must have been daydreaming a bit, because I was suddenly aware that both he and Jana were looking at me, both smiling. Startled, I felt my nipples go stiff and could smell that scent again – stronger now.

I walked toward the door and told Jana, "I'm going to window shop for a few minutes." I needed to get out of there fast, before my body gave me away.

"Ok," she says, "I'll be right here." She gave me a sly smile.

"Ahhh" I thought to myself with a sigh, "Her new conquest."

I wandered up and down the mall for a few minutes, lost in my thoughts.

I knew Jana was right, that my boyfriend was on borrowed time. As much fun as it was to dominate him last night and this morning, it wasn't emotionally satisfying. 

I knew that something had changed, just like I knew that I had rather be dominated – not in an S&M kind of way – by a strong, confident and masculine man who knew how to treat a woman in the bedroom by being firmly in charge. I think.

Hell, who knows? It had been a confusing couple of days. 

At any rate, I knew that the dynamic of the relationship would never be the same. I bet he knew it too. My mind wandered to the idea of a strong, masculine, confident man. Maybe a man like that guy in the eyewear shop?

After about 20 minutes, I found myself back in front of the store. I looked in to see Jana and the black man laughing across the counter. She had a bag on the counter and was putting her card back into her purse. I saw him hand her a business card with a handwritten phone number.

They spotted me and Jana waved me in.

I walked in reluctantly. At the counter, Jana said, "Erika, this is Keith. Keith, this is Erika."

Great. They are already on a first name basis.

He reached out to shake my hand. It closed around mine, swallowing it whole. "I am very pleased to meet you Erika," he said, smiling with his immaculately white teeth.

"And you as well" I replied, my body immediately betraying me again. A strong, masculine, confident man, right here in front of me.

I turned to Jana, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

"Thank you so much Keith. I'll be in touch soon."

Great. She already has a date with him.

As we turned to go, Keith slipped a business card in my hand. "I would be pleased if you would hang on to this. You never know when you'll need a new pair. I'm sure I could recommend a pair that would compliment your beauty."

I blushed and thanked him.

Jana was absolutely bouncing as we walked out.

I was flush and embarrassed.

As we were walking to the car in the parking deck, Jana turned on me and said "What is wrong with you? Couldn't you see that he was totally captivated by you? You practically ran out the door, TWICE!"

I said nothing. I was in turmoil. The past 24 hours had been kind of an emotional roller coaster. First the pantyhose thing, then the scolding about the boyfriend thing, then the dressing room thing, and now this. 

Her voice softened when she saw me wilt. 

"Erika, you have never known just how beautiful you are. You have always thought that you live in my shadow. Let me tell you, I would trade places with you in a heartbeat. You're smarter than me and your body is to die for. You are kind, compassionate, considerate and sex on two legs. Why don't you have the confidence to take what you want? I saw the way you were looking at him! All it would have taken was for you to be the tiniest bit friendly and he would have asked you out!"

My anger flashed hot.

"Jana! I saw him give you his phone number! You always get the hot guy. Nobody even sees me when you're in the room!"

She sighed. She stood looking at me silently. She slowly reached up toward my face and pushed my hair behind my ear.

Then she pulled me toward her, stood on her tiptoes and kissed me. A soft tender kiss, full on the lips. Right there in the parking deck.

I was shocked speechless. She pulled away.

"Erika, I got that number for you. Did you look at the card he gave you? Look at this one."

She pulled the card he had given her out of her purse and handed it to me. It said "For your friend, 555-5678."

I pulled my card out, turned it over and read the back. It said, "Please call me, 555-5678. Would love to take you out to dinner." I was even more speechless.

"When he walked over to me, the first words out of his mouth were 'Does your gorgeous friend have a boyfriend?' You didn't see it, but he walked out to the door to watch you walk away. I told him that I would be in touch, because I'm going to do my damnedest to set you up with him."

"He said that you are the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. And I think so too. I always have."

She reached up and kissed me again. This one hotter. More forceful.

I don't know what possessed me, but I grabbed her and pulled her tight against me, and kissed her back. Hard. Right there in the parking deck. We didn't break until we heard a wolf-whistle from across the deck. A couple of guys were smiling at us. One gave us a thumbs-up.

We walked to the car and got in without a word.

Driving back to my apartment, I kept staring at the two business cards.

"He's not just a clerk at the boutique. He owns it. In fact, he owns a chain of them across the south. He just opened that one last week and is in the process of hiring someone to run it." Jana said.

I looked at her mutely.

"You are so fucking dense sometimes. You are incredibly intelligent, but you have the social perception skills of a 4 year old."

We drove on. The emotional roller coaster of the past 24 hours just took a double loop-de-loop.

"Every guy I've ever dated, without exception, has told me how beautiful you are. Every single one. For years I have watched guys try to get your attention, to get you to notice them, throw themselves at you. And you never see them."

I looked at her, stunned.

"You never see them because you're too busy watching me." She said softly.

I began to weep quietly. It was all too much. Tears were running down both cheeks.

We were finally at my house. Jana got out of the car and we walked up to my door. I was emotionally drained, but had stopped crying.

I opened the door and walked in. Jana lingered at the doorway.

"Close the door behind you." I said.

She came in and closed the door.

I walked into my kitchen and poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Jana. We sat down at the table.

"You go and take your clothes off and I'll draw you a nice hot bath." Jana said.

She rose and walked out of the kitchen. I watched her as she left the room. She is so beautiful. Everything about her. Smart, sexy, confident – I've always thought that her confidence is what makes her more than just beautiful.

I thought about what she said, about trading places with me. I had thought the same thing about her a million, zillion times.




Erika Blossoms Ch. 03



I got up and walked into the bedroom. I undressed. Skirt, blouse, bra, pantyhose. Stupid pantyhose.

I looked in the mirror. I looked intently at my face. My eyes were red and puffy. My nose was red. "I'll never be as beautiful as Jana." I thought to myself.

I walked into the bathroom. Jana had drawn a full bath and had lit some candles. The light was low, dim. It was late afternoon, just slipping into evening.

I put my hair up in a clip and slipped into the tub. She had added some of my favorite jasmine bath salts. The water was nearly scalding. It felt divine. I could feel the tension starting to slip away just a bit.

After soaking for a while, Jana walked in and sat down on the toilet, facing me. She brought my glass of wine, and hers, and sat them down on the edge of the tub. She had a bright smile on her face.

"Look what I found!" She held up a cigarette – no, it was a joint!

I groaned and slipped down farther in the tub. She lit the joint from one of the candles, took a long draw and proceeded to cough her head off.

"Smooth." she said when she finally stopped coughing. She handed the joint toward me.

"Jana, I haven't smoked pot since my sophomore year of college!"

"Me either. Take it!" she demanded, smiling.

I took it, took a small draw, and inhaled the smoke. Didn't cough.

We passed it back and forth a couple of times. She put it down on the soap dish.

"Where did you get that?" I asked.

"I texted a friend who lives nearby. Told him it was an emergency. He came right over with it."

She stood up and reached into the cabinet and picked up washcloth. "Sit up." she said. "I'll wash your back."

She knelt down beside the tub as I sat up and started to gently rub my back with the rough cloth.

The pot had kicked in, the wine too. I was relaxing. The water and the back rubbing were perfect.

She gently pulled me back to reclining in the tub. She reached down into the water and lifted one of my legs by the ankle and started to wash my leg. Then she did the other. It was tender. Soft. Sweet. 

I turned my head and watched what she was doing in the mirror that covered the sidewall of the bathtub. 

She ran the washcloth over my arms, my tummy, my neck, my toes, my hands and fingers, my pussy, she washed my butt, my breasts – it was an all over light body massage. And while she washed my most intimate parts, it wasn't sexual, but it was very sensual. It felt heavenly. I felt loved. Safe. Warm. Relaxed. We didn't speak the entire time.

When she finished, she reached for the plug and the water began to drain. 

She said, "Lie there while the water drains. I'll be back in a moment."

I felt the water drain down around my body. It felt like the tension of the past 24 hours was washing down the drain with the water.

Jana came back in just as the water was finished draining. The cool air had made my nipples sharp. She had a soft warm towel fresh from the dryer. She dried me with the same tenderness that she had washed me with.

"Go and get into bed."

Somehow, I'm not exactly sure when, she had put fresh sheets on the bed. They were still warm.

I slipped under the covers. Candles were lit. I heard the shower running.

After a while she came into the bedroom and slipped under the covers with me. Her hair was wet. She smelled fresh, clean.

She cuddled up against me like it was the most natural thing in the world, and somehow it was. Her full breasts against my arm, her breath sweet against my neck, her skin soft and warm.

I was sexually aroused in a soft, sleepy way. 

I fell into a deep, heavy sleep.



Erika Blossoms Ch. 04



Note: This is chapter four of a very long story. 28 chapters so far. It is wide ranging and will eventually touch on interracial sex, dom women, lesbian sex, true love, revenge and much, much more. I hope you enjoy it.

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CHAPTER FOUR – Sunday Morning

Jana and I had slept in the same bed dozens of times, but I had never awoken to her mouth sucking on my left nipple. 

I looked up and it was like a dream. She was on all fours over me, her breasts on my tummy. Her warm, smooth thigh was pressed tight against my pussy. Her soft hand was caressing my right breast. Her blonde hair draped across my neck.

My body, it seems, had been awake for some time. It was already ready.

I turned my head toward the window. The sky was just beginning to lighten up on the eastern horizon. I remembered that it was just after dark when I climbed into bed. I had slept a long time.

We had always been comfortable with cuddling and being naked around each other and things like that. We had even petted a little one drunken night during our Freshmen year at college. 

But this was new. I decided immediately that I liked it.

Her kissing and sucking my nipples had them both fully erect. She would go from one to the other, sucking, nibbling, licking, kissing... The feeling was especially nice from her full lips and without a scratchy beard, and there were other subtle differences as well. She just knew how to do it, like she was responding to the way that my body was responding to her.

Her thigh against my pussy was firm and steady, moving ever so slowly against me.

"Good morning." I said.

She looked up at my face, "Good morning to you too. I wondered how far I could go before I woke you up. I was hoping for farther." 

She pushed up to her knees. Her big, beautiful breasts naked in the half-light.

She lay down beside me. Her hand on my tummy, her leg draped across my thigh.

"You slept hard."

"It's been a weird couple of days." I replied as I stretched my arms above my head.

"How so?" she asked, as she lightly brushed my nipples with her fingertips.

"Well, let's see... I find out my boyfriend has a pantyhose fetish - and evidently, so do I - and he has a submissive streak. My best friend called me an emotional cripple for not throwing myself at a black man – a total stranger – who, evidently, would have thrown me to the floor and fucked me silly if I had only said 'boo' to him. And then, my best friend gave me the best kiss I have ever had in my life, and I really, really liked it. So evidently, I am a lesbian."

"That's three 'evidentlys' if you weren't counting." I said.

Jana laughed. "Well, that is a lot of 'evidentlys' to take in, in just 24 hours."

"Best kiss ever? Really?" she asked, her smile beaming.

"Until now." I replied. I turned toward her. My libido humming.

She leaned over and we kissed. And with apologies to The Princess Bride, it was the Best. Kiss. Ever. 

Her full lips were soft and moist. Her tongue fluttered just out of reach. Just the right amount of pressure and movement – not too soft, not too hard, not at all frantic – just absolutely perfect.

She broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes. "Better?"

"Perfect." We kissed again. And again and again and again - her hands roaming lightly over my body. My body responding eagerly.

"Don't stop this time." I said.

"I have no intention of stopping."

And she didn't stop, but time did.

I said earlier how I love being a girl, how I love feeling feminine and girly, and this was the ultimate.

She kissed and nibbled and licked me just perfectly in all the right places. Behind my ears, the nape of my neck, that spot just below my breasts, the backs of my knees, my wrists. 

She bit my nipples, sucked on my clitoris, used two delicate fingers to open my pussy, danced her tongue lightly over my anus, squeezed my breasts, kneaded my butt, and kissed me on the lips over and over and over.

She had a way of moving me around the bed delicately, but firmly, so that it never felt like I was being manhandled. It was all so girly and sweet. But make no mistake – she was having her way with me – dominating me in the most feminine and sensual way possible.

At some point, as I was lying on my tummy and she was pressing her tits against my back, it occurred to me that maybe she had done this before.

She knew exactly what she was doing. She was gently, slowly, coaxing an orgasm out of me.

I was still on my tummy, with one leg bent way up toward my chest and my other one straight down, my pussy wide open from behind. She was behind me with her breasts pushed against my back. She was kissing the back of my neck and behind my ears, whispering sweetness into my ear.

"Your tiny little pussy smells so good it makes me crazy. It smells fresh and sweet and earthy. It tastes even better. Licking your pussy is my most favorite thing in the world. I could suck on your tits forever. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, and I'm the luckiest girl in the world to be here with you. I love you so, so much. I would die to please you. I want you to feel loved and wanted and adored." She whispered.

She was rubbing my clitoris and vulva while gently pinching my swollen clitoris between her fingers. Her thumb was pushing gently against my anus but not pushing in. She had worked her other arm between my neck and shoulder, down to my breasts, where she was pulling at my nipples and squeezing by breasts.

I could feel my orgasm rolling in like the tide. Softly, slowly, intently, building in waves.

I thought to myself 'this is what heaven must feel like'.

My orgasm peaked slowly but intensely, as she rubbed my pussy just a little faster and a bit harder. She was pinching my nipples firmly and grinding her tits into my back. I moaned and squirmed and pleaded with her not to stop.

It was a whole new kind of orgasm for me. I've had my share of orgasms in the past, from both men and self-inflicted, but this was different. I think it had a lot to do with trust and love, along with how skillfully it was done. This was all new to me. 

My description of it doesn't do it justice. Not even close. It was sublime.

When my orgasm finally subsided – it felt like it went on forever – she knew just how to slow things down. She lightened up the pressure, slowed everything down and ever so gently withdrew her thumb, massaged my breast softly, petted my pussy lightly, so that even though my orgasm was finished, I was still incredibly turned on and ready for more.

I turned over to face her. We kissed passionately. I could taste my pussy on her lips. I liked the way it tasted.

"That was the best I've ever had." I told her honestly.

She kissed me hard and we continued kissing for several long minutes. When we broke, I looked at her beautiful face. She had soft tears in her liquid blue eyes.

"Why are you crying?"

"It's nothing."

"It's something."

"No, I'm just being stupid."

I took her face in my hands and kissed her softly.

"Tell me." I said.

She sighed. She looked at me with her piercing blue eyes and said softly, "I have wanted this day for so long, you have no idea."

I kissed her again. Stronger.

"I have loved you since the first day we met." she said. "When you walked into Mr. Harrison's homeroom, with your long legs and your green eyes, I wanted you. When you were sleeping over at my house in high school, I wanted you. When I cheered for you on the volleyball team, I wanted you. When you were dating that awful loser in college, I wanted you. When he broke your heart, I wanted you. The day you graduated college, I wanted you. And all the days in between." 

She said. "I have wanted this day since the first time I saw you."

I squeezed in closer to her, holding her tightly.

"You think I'm stupid."

"No."

She began to cry for real. Great big heaving sobs, tears gushing from her eyes. I could feel that they were tears of relief of a long-held, keening desire finally realized. It made me love her fiercely.

I began kissing her face, her tears salty on my lips, determined to kiss them all away.

I reached down and took one of her breasts in my hand. It was firm. Heavy. I heard a low whimper deep in her throat.

I raised up on one elbow and kissed down her face to her neck, squeezing her breast in my hand, marveling at its heft.

I kissed down her neck and took her nipple in my mouth. Sucking gently, I felt it grow and thicken. Another low whimper.

I raised up to my knees and moved both hands to her breasts, kissing back and forth, sucking the nipples – soft at first, then harder. A louder whimper.

I rolled up onto her and lay down on top of her, my breasts against her firm tummy, kissing the deep cleavage between her breasts, squeezing them, feeling their firmness, pinching the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

I kissed my way down her belly, licking her belly button, my hands still on her breasts. The harder I kneaded them, the louder she moaned. I pinched her nipples harder. She gasped, "Yes!"

I moved lower with my kisses. She had a tuft of soft blonde hair above her pussy. I nuzzled into her vulva, inhaling her scent. It was rich, earthy, intoxicating. I extended my tongue and barely grazed her large, swollen clitoris.

Her hips jumped, pushing her pussy against my face. I felt her hands on the side of my head, pulling me in deeper to her sweet pussy.

"yesyesyes..." she moaned.

I moved down so I could lick her pussy deeply, dragging my tongue along the full length, ending with her hard clit between my lips. I sucked it into my mouth and flicked my tongue across it lightly, quickly. Never removing my hands from her breasts, I pinched her nipples harder.

I pulled back a little to look. I had never been this close to a pussy before. Her pussy was... meaty. The vulva was plump, ripe looking. Her labia exposed and moist. Her clitoris was bigger than mine, fatter. It looked like a pearl sitting on top of her slit. It was so very much different than my pussy. I decided I liked it very much and wanted to make it purr.

I pulled one of my hands down and used two fingers to push her thick pussy lips apart and sucked her clit into my mouth. 

"Uhhhhhnnnnnn..." She was grinding her pussy into my face. "Yes, suckitsuckitsuckit."

I used my fingers all over her pussy, getting them wet with her juice and my saliva. I put my fingers into my mouth to get them even wetter and slicker and then pushed them into her silky pussy. I sucked harder on her clit for a moment, and then licked the soft spot below it with the flat of my tongue.

"OhgodohgodohgodI'mcummingI'mcummingI'mcumming..."

I looked up as I sucked her clit and saw her head thrashing back and forth. One hand on her breast, pulling and twisting hard at her nipple. The other hand with a handful of my hair, pulling my mouth against her pussy. My two fingers moving slowly in and out of her pussy.

It released all at once. Her orgasm hit her hard, and her pussy flooded with juices, drenching my hand and chin. At first I thought she had lost control of her bladder, but the juice was sweet and a little tangy. It was cum. It was delicious. I licked and licked and licked, wanting to taste it all.

She let go of my hair and pushed my face away. "Enough!" she screamed. "I can't take anymore!"

I climbed back up, across her body. Dragging my tits across her pussy, I lay down atop her and began kissing her beautiful lips.

We kissed like that for several long minutes before breaking.

"I love you. I always have." she said.

I rolled off and snuggled in close.

"GODDAMMIT!" I shrieked.

She jumped, startled and alarmed.

My eyes had drifted over to the bedside table. The clock said 9:50.

"SHIT!" I said, jumping up and climbing out of bed.

I looked down and saw the hurt and confusion in her eyes. She looked like she was about to burst into tears. I stopped in my tracks.

I leaned over the bed and kissed her.

"I love you too. But I have to go to church with the family. They'll kill me if I don't show up on Easter Morning and I'm late! And I'm a mess!" I told her.

I saw the relief and gratitude in her eyes and I ran toward the shower.

A quick shower later, I was getting dressed for church. She was still in the bed.

"Thank you." she began, "Thank you for this morning. And don't ever do that to me again!"

I stopped and looked over at her as I was brushing my hair into a ponytail. She was smiling. It dawned on me that she was talking about the church/time surprise, not the sex.

I smiled back. "I intend to do that many, many more times. Do me a favor." I threw her my phone. "Text my Daddy and tell him I'm on my way and I'll meet them at the church."

I ran back to the bathroom to finish getting ready.

"Will you be here when I get back?" I asked. "I have to do church and then lunch with the fam."

"I don't know yet." She pulled the covers over her naked body and rolled over onto her side.

I ran out the door to my car, got in and drove toward the church my family attends.

I was in such a rush that I didn't have time to think about what had just happened.

I arrived at the church and slid into the pew next to my Daddy just as the service was starting. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and held my hand. He whispered in my ear, "You look beautiful, Ladybug." That's his pet name for me.

It hit me. The ladybug tattoo. The pet name. Jana is the only other person that has ever called me that. 

Sitting in the pew, I finally had a moment to catch my breath and think about the past 48 hours.

I hadn't had so much sex in a 48 hour period in a long time. Maybe ever. And the hell of it was, it was the best sex I had ever had – all of it. Even as weird as the pantyhose thing was with my boyfriend, my orgasms had been fantastic. And the sex with Jana this morning was even better.

So much to think about. Does this mean I'm a lesbian now? I mean, I don't have any hangups about homosexuality, but I had never really considered it for myself. I guess I'm like most people, in that I'm sometimes attracted to the same sex, and that has certainly been true about Jana at times, but I've never thought to act on it.

The way it happened was just so natural and felt so right, I didn't have time to think about what it meant, if it means anything at all. Maybe it was just a one-time thing and it doesn't 'mean' anything. Or maybe it does.

One thing is absolutely certain, I don't want to lose my friend. That is priority number one.

And what am I going to do about my boyfriend? I'm sure not ready to deal with that can of worms. He's certainly got a secret side that I had never even gotten a hint of before, and I certainly don't love him.

And for Heaven's sake, is Jana right? Am I an emotional retard? Do I miss things that are perfectly obvious to everyone else? I certainly didn't pick up on the thing with the black guy - Keith - from the sunglasses store yesterday. I mean, I was certain that he was interested in Jana, not little ol' not-as-pretty-popular-sexy-desirable-as-my-best-friend me.

Which circles me back around to Jana again. Is she right, have I been so occupied with watching her that I've missed out on guys who want to be with me? And if I have, what does that mean? Am I a lesbian and don't know it, and I've unconsciously wanted her all these years?

Is she a lesbian? I had always had a little nag that she went that way, but she's had a lot of boyfriends over the years, and I know she likes sex with men. But on the other hand, she's never really had a really serious relationship with a man.

Jesus. What a mess. My mind was spinning. So much to process. I needed some down time. As much as I wanted to talk to Jana about all this, part of me hoped that she had gone home.

The sermon was finally over – I didn't hear a single word – and we walked toward the car. Daddy said "Can I ride to lunch with you, Ladybug"?

I smiled and said, "I would love that, Daddy."

On the way to the restaurant, Daddy said, "You didn't hear a word of the sermon, did you?"

"Was it that obvious?"

"You chew on your bottom your lip when you're chewing on something in your head." He smiled. "So, what's got you so chewy?"

I didn't respond immediately. I didn't know what to say. Dad had given me the sex talk when I was 15, and it was uncomfortable then just like it was uncomfortable to think about telling him about my suddenly tangled sex life now.

"It's complicated." I finally said.

"Sex and relationship stuff always is." he replied.

I looked over at him in shock. Good lord, I thought, do I have it written on my forehead? He just laughed.

My daddy is my first love. Smart and funny and wise and kind and gentle and sensitive, but still a real man's man. He is very masculine in all the best possible ways. We are very close.

"Well," I paused wondering how much I should say. "I don't think I'm in love with my boyfriend."

"You aren't." he said flatly.

I looked at him again, a little shocked at his bluntness.

"Do you realize you never call him by his name. He is always 'my boyfriend'."

The shocked look is getting to be a permanent fixture on my face. "I don't?"

"It's true." he replied.

I pondered what he just told me.

"I suspect he's still around because it's easy. Uncomplicated. Comfortable." he said.

I sighed.

"Erika, you are a prize. Any man worth anything would be a fool to overlook you. You're smart, honest, loyal to a fault, and look at me..." I looked over and he had lowered his chin and was looking out from under his eyebrows at me "You are beautiful – inside and out. So much like your mother."

"Jana told me the same thing yesterday" I said.

"Jana is right you know. She usually is. Deep one, that girl." He had always loved Jana.

"Your boyfriend is not The One. You know that. I know that. Jana knows that. Hell, I bet that he knows it too."

"I know." I sighed.

"Well, it's probably time you cut him loose, don't you think?"

"Probably."

"There is a law of the universe, sweetie, well, more of a policy really..." He smiled "often, a new door won't open until you close an old one. It's science." He laughed at his own dumb joke. 

God, how I love that man. In the middle of a serious talk, he knows how to keep it light. I reached over and held his rough hand.

He went on, "You can do so much better than 'your boyfriend'. Hell sweetie, you deserve so much better. He's a decent guy, but he's tofu. He doesn't have any hobbies, he doesn't have an opinion about anything, he doesn't have any ambition to be anything except a drone his whole life. It's like he's scared of living or something." 

"And I'll tell you something about guys like him – they often have some deep, dark secret that makes them ashamed about who or what they are, and that secret is usually about sex. It's either some kink, or fetish, or repression or abuse of some sort. Have you ever suspected that he's really gay or anything like that?"

I was working very hard to keep the shocked look off my face. I realized I was chewing my lip. I didn't answer his question. He didn't press.

"You deserve a man that adores you. A man that makes your knees weak. A man that has real prospects. A man that is interesting, and has some backbone. A man who knows who he is and what he wants. A man who will treat you like an equal most of the time, a Princess when you deserve it, and treat you like a whore when you need it."

"DADDY!"

"Honey, it's true. That was a blunt way to put it, but don't settle for what I've settled for with your step-mom. You need and deserve a great sex life. It is a very important part of a happy life. You deserve, and you should demand, the kind of relationship your mother and I had, God rest her soul. You want a man who will count the minutes when you're apart, a man that you can't wait to get home to. That's what you want, even if you don't know it yet."




Erika Blossoms Ch. 04



"I've thought long and hard about this, and this is my definition of Love with a capital L: When you care about your partners happiness more than your own, and you know for a fact that he – or she – feels exactly the same way. That is True Love." 

I knew he wasn't in what you would call a fulfilling marriage with my step-mom, but it was comfortable and easy. And the truth about what he was saying hit me between the eyes. He recognized what kind of relationship I was in, because he was in one too.

My mother died in a car accident when I was 8. Daddy remarried quickly in what I had always suspected was because he thought my little brother and I needed a mom.

"And sweetheart, this is the bottom line. You have to know yourself before you can have any of that. You have to invest in the process of self-examination to decide what you really want. Don't go through life being led around by others expectations or by unacknowledged desires. Invest the time it takes in self-reflection to figure out what it truly is that will make you happy."

We had arrived at the restaurant. My brother, step-mom and half-brother were waiting by the front door.

"Look at me sweetheart. I'm here for you. Anything. Anytime. Anywhere. When you're ready, just whistle!" He smiled warmly. 

I was on the verge of tears.

"Can I have a minute, Daddy. I need to touch up my makeup." 

"Of course, Honey. I'll see you inside." He gave my hand a squeeze and got out of the car singing some hokey old country song. "You don't have to call me darlin', dar-LINNNN', you NEVER EVEN call me BY MY name!" he bellowed as he walked away.

I loved him fiercely.

I took a minute to check myself in the mirror, and sent Jana a quick text. "Didn't hear a word of the sermon. Too busy thinking about you. Be home after lunch. I love you."

I walked in and had a nice meal with my family.



Erika Blossoms Ch. 05



Note: This is chapter five of a very long story. 28 chapters so far. It is wide ranging and will eventually touch on interracial sex, dom women, lesbian sex, true love, revenge and much, much more. I hope you enjoy it.

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CHAPTER FIVE – Sunday Afternoon and Night

When I got back home, I was a little disappointed to find that Jana wasn't there, but kind of relieved too. I had to work tomorrow and needed some 'me' time to decompress from the crazy weekend.

I checked my phone for a message. Sure enough, there was one from Jana.

"Sorry. Gotta split. Guilted into going to see the fam for Easter. Sheesh. Talk later. ILY"

I slipped out of my church dress and into some sweats and a t-shirt. I decided to go for a walk instead of sitting down in front of the computer or TV.

It was a perfect spring afternoon. I thought about what Daddy and Jana had told me. Do I really not know what I want? What do I want?

Daddy was right. I want the kind of relationship that he and mom had – what I can remember of it anyway. They were always laughing is what I remember most. My dad owns a successful auto repair business and mom was a teacher.

The long walk was nice. I had walked for hours. It cleared my head. I resolved to spend some the time it takes to decide what I want from life. I refuse to be a sheep. I also decided that I was going to begin the process of breaking up with 'my boyfriend'. Somehow.

Back at the apartment, I made myself a salad for supper, made sure I had clean clothes for work the next day and settled in for the night.

I was watching a mindless movie on tv – thinking mostly – when my phone rang. It was the boyfriend.

"What are you doing?" his voice low.

"Just watching TV."

"You want to come over?"

"I think I'm going to stay home tonight."

"Can I come over there?"

"Yeah. I guess so."

"Twenty minutes." I detected a note of excitement in his voice.

I considered whether to put on some different clothes or not and decided not to.

The boyfriend showed up soon enough. He brought a dozen roses with him. Grocery store roses, but still, appreciated.

He was dressed differently than his normal weekend attire. He was wearing khaki's, a shirt with a collar and a blazer.

Hmmmm.

He sat down on the couch next to me. Close. He had an eager look on his face.

Considering what we had done two nights previous, I suppose it was understandable. 

I had found his stash of pantyhose fetish porn, and we had lived out those fantasies for an evening and the next morning. I'll admit, it was a lot of fun.

He began to nuzzle up with me, his face against my neck. He had shaved. His breathing was quick and shallow. He reached for my leg.

"Slow down, cowboy." I grumped. "I need to get these roses in some water."

He backed off.

I was trying to decide if I wanted to have sex with him tonight. I could feel my libido telling me I need a good hard fucking. The blazer and the roses were a good start, but I was going to make him work for it.

I decided that if he did everything right, it was definitely maybe. I made a mental list with two columns in my head.

"I really liked Friday night." he said. Eager. Like a puppy.

"I did too." I said honestly. "What did you like best about it?"

"Everything." he said. "Let's do it again" he blurted out. 

Too eager and too clumsy. An X in the minus column.

I looked over at him. His eyes were bright with excitement.

"Hmmmm... I haven't decided yet." I teased. "But tell me, specifically, what did you like best?"

"I liked seeing your incredible legs and sexy ass covered with pantyhose. Your legs are amazing to begin with, but covered in pantyhose... Oh my God."

"I'm not wearing pantyhose right now." I said. I was looking for 'being dominated by you' I thought to myself. Another X in the minus column.

"Ummm... I brought you some."

"Really!?" I said, genuinely surprised and pleased. Put that one in the plus column.

He beamed. "I sure did." He was more animated and excited than I've ever seen him.

"Let me see them." 

"Hold on!" He went out the front door, and out to his car. He didn't presume - plus column.

After a moment, he came back in with a pretty gift bag from Cupid's Curiosities, a local lingerie/sex toy shop. He handed the bag to me while bowing from the waist.

A gift bag with a pretty bow – plus column. My libido was tapping her foot impatiently.

I pulled the bow open and pulled out a hosiery package. 

They were a very sheer white, with a delicate little flower pattern stitched in. They were almost classy, in a slutty kind of way. They were also fairly expensive (he forgot to take the price tag off – minus column) and very high quality. These are definitely not grocery store pantyhose – plus column.

"Oh my. These are very nice." I said.

He beamed at me. He was still standing in front of me like an eager puppy. It was kind of cute. It seems we've found what makes him come alive.

"I love you, Erika." he said. "Friday night was a dream come true and I'm glad that you weren't too freaked out about it."

"That's sweet of you to say. You know that I'm no prude, and I had fun too." I said. "It looks like we're about to have some more fun." I added. "Let me go and freshen up a bit." 

My libido had made its decision it seems.

I went into the bedroom with my package. I pulled off my sweats and t-shirt and then my panties. Standing there naked, I pondered what to put on with my new pantyhose.

I looked into the gift bag, along with the hosiery package, there was a receipt.

I inspected it: 6 pair of hose, a tube of Ass-troglide, a urethane dildo, a vibrator and an item called "harness." Total bill, nearly $300!

Oh my. What have I unleashed?

I pulled the pantyhose over my long legs. They felt amazing. Very sheer and silky smooth. Much better than the grocery store brand. I stood and looked in the mirror. Damn, they looked amazing too. The sheer white was definitely a good choice and the little flowers were an elegant, girly touch. Definitely in the plus column.

I walked over to my closet to pick something out and thought, "OK, let's go all in and see where it goes."

I pulled out my slinkiest, thinnest cocktail dress, a spaghetti strapped, form fitting, mini dress in shimmering soft smoky green silk that fit me like a smack in the mouth. Honestly, it was little more than a piece of expensively cut silk with a couple of thin straps at the shoulder.

I've had it for a while but have never had the nerve or occasion to wear it out anywhere. It was one that Jana had talked me into buying. I silently thanked her.

I pulled it over my head and let is slide over my hips. It felt decadent. Without a bra, my nipples were front and center.

Then I reached into my closet and pulled out my tallest heels, a pair of patent leather Monolo's (another gift from Jana), three and a half inches tall. I slipped them on.

I walked back over to the mirror and took a look. My ponytail had to go. I pulled the scrunchie off and let my long brown hair fall down over my shoulders. Now my face looked naked.

I went into the bathroom and got busy. I applied my makeup with a heavier than usual hand – a little slutty even. 

I stepped back to have a look in the mirror. And then I had a naughty thought. Back to the bedroom to get my phone, I took a picture of myself in the full-length mirror on my closet door.

I sent the photo in a text message to Jana with this message. "BF is here. About to have some fun with him. Any ideas?"

Before I could even get out the bedroom door, she texted back, "OMG! You look AMAZING! Ideas coming soon."

Finally ready – it had taken 30 minutes – I decided he had waited long enough. I took my phone and the receipt I had found in the gift bag.

One last check in the mirror and I barely recognized myself. I looked good and felt good. I turned and strode into the living room. I rounded the corner and stood in front of him, feet set wide, hands on my hips, head held high.

His jaw literally dropped open.

I stood still, waiting for him to speak.

About a minute passed before he could say anything as he drank me in with his eyes. He finally croaked out "You look like a movie star." 

This pleased me.

I spotted the grocery store flowers he had brought, sitting on the table next to the couch. I walked slowly toward him, rolling my hips just a little. I bent over at the waist and put my face in front of his, as if to kiss him. He closed his eyes expectantly.

I looked down at his lap. His khaki's had a little tent. "I need to put these in some water." I whispered in his ear.

I picked up the flowers and turned toward the kitchen. I strolled into the kitchen and made a big show of looking for a vase. I looked in the space under the sink, by bending at the waist, my legs spread wide. I looked in the high pantry above the stove, lifting one leg slightly and bending the knee. Reaching way up with an exaggerated stretch, I pulled one down. I could feel his eyes on me.

I moved to the sink and filled the vase with water and the flowers, taking my sweet time cutting the stems, pulling off leaves, arranging them just right. I put them on the table when I was done, stood back and admired my work. Every movement, every stance, calculated to show off my body.

I walked back to the couch and stood in front of him. I bent over at the waist again and whispered in his ear, "Thank you for the flowers. They're lovely." I gave his ear a little nip with my teeth.

I stood and ran my hands up my sides, across my tummy and over my breasts, then I turned around and arched my back.

"I love the pantyhose, they are gorgeous. How do they look to you?" I asked him, looking over my shoulder.

"Fantastic!" he said eagerly.

I turned and walked across the room to where I had put my phone down, really shaking it this time. I picked up the phone and launched the camera app. 

"Smile!" I said, and took his picture before it registered what I was doing.

I walked back to him, handed him the phone and said, "Now you do me."

I backed up a few steps and threw my hip way out, lowered my chin and posed.

I heard the phone shutter sound, 'click'.

I moved and posed again, this time pulling up the hem of my dress a little.

'click'.

Repose. Hands under my breasts.

'click'.

Looking over my shoulder.

'click'.

Bent over at the waist from the front.

'click'.

Bent over at the waist from behind.

The posing and the clicking went on for several minutes. I had a lot of fun pretending to be a girl you would want to take sexy pictures of. Nothing too risqué even though it was my phone, they have a way of escaping onto the internet.

But even so, I couldn't resist one last picture.

"Listen very carefully, I don't want my face in this picture, so frame it carefully." I told him.

I noticed a little wet spot on his trousers where his cock was pitching its tent.

I reached up and pulled the straps of my dress off my shoulders and let it slip to the floor and carefully stepped out of it.

I posed as seductively as I knew how. I turned just a bit, threw my hip out a little, one knee bent, one shoulder up, chest high and proud, one hand flat against my tummy and the other at my side with my hand flat against my thigh.

"Take my picture."

'click'.

I spun around and bent to pick up my dress. I draped it across the armchair and walked over to where he was sitting. I had already made a big wet spot in the crotch of my pantyhose and could feel my pussy lips sliding against each other, and the nylon rubbing my hard, exposed clit. It won't take much to make me cum, I thought to myself. Just walking around in these pantyhose is an erotic experience.

I reached out and took my phone and walked over to the table where I had left the receipt and picked it up.

I closed the phone app and launched the texting app. Several messages from Jana were waiting.

I walked over to the armchair, sat down in it sideways and draped my legs across the arm, with my back to the other arm. I pulled the silk dress off the back of the chair and draped it lightly across my breasts.

I busied myself with my phone, ignoring the boyfriend.

Jana's text read: "you look SO amazing in that pic. wish it was me instead of the BF."

The second one read: "cant stop looking at the pic. it's giving me THE VAPORS."

The third one: "idea. send him home and I'll come over."

I quickly scrolled through the pics we had just taken. And while the lighting was bad, and some of them were out of focus, I hardly recognized myself in them. They looked like personal phone pics of some fabulous celebrity or famous supermodel. And the last one looked like something from a girly magazine.

I sent the last pic to Jana in a text with this message: "I have an idea too. Get ready to come over. Dress sexy. Will text soon." I had remembered the last video I had seen on his computer – the one with two pantyhose girls.

Almost immediately, I got a return text: "that pic killed me. I'm dead." 

Followed by: "getting dressed. coming over. refuse to wait."

I texted back: "good idea. don't come in until I text. BF is about to stroke out." I giggled at my pun.

"Ummm... What are you doing?" he finally asks.

"Texting with Jana."

"Uh... Aren't we going to, uh, have some fun?" A note of concern in his voice.

"You can start without me, I'm fine." Not looking at him. I put the phone down.

But I did start to put on a little show. I put one of my long legs in the air and ran my fingertips up and down.

"These pantyhose are really very nice. Where did you get them?"

"Cupid's Curiosities" he said. "Why are you texting her?"

"She's my best friend, silly." I looked over at him. He looked wary.

"You told her, didn't you?"

"Of course I did. You wouldn't expect me not to tell my best girlfriend about the best orgasm I've ever had, would you?" I smiled at him.

Looking a little relieved, he said, "Well, I suppose not..."

With my leg still in the air, I reached up and started fondling my breasts through the silk dress, pinching my hard nipples. I let the silk fall a little as I raised my other leg straight into the air.

"Aren't you going to get started?" I asked.

"Well, I thought we would... you know, do it together."

I turned in the chair and stood up. Holding the silk dress between my outstretched hands, I pulled it back and forth across my breasts. The silky friction on my straining nipples was exquisite.

I heard my phone buzz that a new text had arrived. I turned and picked it up. I bent at the waist and put my elbows down in the chair seat to read it. My feet wide, he had a clear view of my pantyhose covered ass.

The text said "I'm on my way."

I heard the boyfriend stand up and unzip his pants. I didn't look.

"This is going to be so much fun." I texted back.

I could hear him getting undressed behind me, as I gently rolled my hips from side to side. It was a ridiculously uncomfortable position, but I was sure of the effect it was having on him.

I turned and looked over at my shoulder. He was standing there naked, looking unsure of what to do next. 

I ran one hand along the curve of my ass and down my thigh, and then along the inside of my thigh and up to my pussy.

I heard him mutter "goddam" under his breath.

"You like?"

"Yes." 

"Why aren't you showing me then?"

"What do you want me to do?"

I stood and turned around and then squatted down so that my ass was resting on my heels and my back was against the chair.

"Come over here."

He walked over, his dick leading the way under his slightly pudgy belly.

"Closer."

He stood between my legs, his cock right in front of my face. I reached up and rubbed a drop of pre-cum across the head of his dick with the tip of my finger. His dick twitched.

"I want you to show me how much you appreciate what I'm doing for you, indulging your kinky little perversion. You have to do everything I say, or this stops right now. It stops forever. Do you understand?"

The gauntlet? Thrown. The power? All mine.

"Anything. Just tell me. Please." He was pleading.

This pleased me. I pinched both nipples and pulled them out obscenely.

I reached up and took his dick in my hand. I pulled him closer and leaned in. Holding his dick by the base, I put it in front my mouth with my mouth wide open. I breathed out a hot breath across his head. He moaned. I pulled back.

I stood up, still holding his dick. I pressed myself against him. He was unsteady on his feet, trembling. 

"These pantyhose please me so much, I might just let you put your little dick in my mouth. Would you like that?"

"Yes, very much."

"Would you like if it I took your little dick in my mouth and sucked you off?"

"yes."

"Would you like to shoot your little dick all over my face like I was some cheap slut?"

"yes."

"I might even let you put your little dick in my tight little pussy. Would you like that?"

"yes." he whispered. He leaned in and tried to kiss me. I turned my head.

"Would you like to fuck my tight pussy with that little dick, and shoot your cum inside me like a dirty whore?"

"oh God yes."

Wearing the 3 inch heels, I towered over him. It made me feel dominant, powerful. I pushed his dick between my pantyhose covered thighs, grabbed his hips and started to pull and push them, so that his cock was dry humping my thighs. The angle of his cock pushed his dick head against my pussy. It felt fabulous.

He was moaning and tried to reach up and grab my breasts.

I pushed him away and slapped his dick very hard. His whole body jerked, surprised.

"I DID NOT GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO TOUCH ME."

His whole body sagged. I stepped back into him and pushed my tits against his chest. I reached down and slid his dick back between my thighs.

"If you please me, I might even let you fuck my tiny virgin asshole like a dirty slut. Would you like that?"

"yes." The barest whisper.

"I've never given my asshole to anyone before. Would you like to be the first man to buttfuck me like a dirty assfucking whore?"

I had him by the hips again and was pushing and pulling his dick in and out between my pantyhose cover thighs very slowly.

"yes." He was breathing hard now.

"Would you like to shove your little dick in my dirty asshole? Fuck my virgin ass and make me a dirty assed cock slut? Is that what you'd like to do with your little dick? Fuck me in the ass and fill my virgin asshole with your sperm? Is that what you want?"

"yes. Oh god yes."

"If you want all of those things, I am prepared to let you do it. But there are some conditions that must be met."

"yes."

"Very strict conditions."

"Yes." he said more firmly.

"And if these conditions are not met, there will be serious consequences."

"Yes." He sounded eager again.

"You may not touch me unless I specifically tell you to touch me. Is that understood?"

"Yes." Firmly.

"You may not touch yourself unless specifically instructed to do so. Is that understood?"

"yes."

"You may not cum unless specifically instructed to do so. Is that also understood?"

"yes."

"You are to obey my every word without question and without exception. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Ok, it is my belief that we now have a firm understanding. I expect you to be a man of your word. Remember, if you do not please me, this goes away. Forever. Do you understand and agree to all of this?"

"Yes." he said firmly, looking directly into my eyes.

"Go into my bedroom and close the door. Turn down the bed and get in. I will be with you when I am ready."

He left. I heard the door close behind him.

I checked my phone. Several texts from Jana. The last one from about 10 minutes previous that said, "I'm here."




Erika Blossoms Ch. 05



I texted back two words: "now. quietly."



Erika Blossoms Ch. 06



Note: This is chapter six of a very long story. 28 chapters so far. It is wide ranging and will eventually touch on interracial sex, dom women, lesbian sex, true love, revenge and much, much more. I hope you enjoy it.

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CHAPTER SIX – Sunday Night

I walked over to unlock the door. As soon as it unclicked, Jana was coming through. I held my finger to my lips so that she wouldn't speak.

She pulled me tight against her. We kissed deeply. It was electric. I could taste her excitement.

She whispered in my ear, "I've been watching though the gap in the drapes for the past 10 minutes. You are a Goddess." She stepped back to look at me, and I looked at her.

She looked amazing. She was wearing platform 'stripper' shoes and the smallest, tightest miniskirt I've ever seen. Her luscious legs were covered with sheer black stockings. I could see the straps of a garter belt peeking out below her skirt.

Her top was a stretchy knit thing that rode about two inches above the waist of the shorts, showing off her flat, toned belly. Her makeup was done in what we'll call 'slutty'.

And the outrageous part, the thing that made it all work, was that she had put her long blonde hair in two ponytails above her ears.

She looked like a 19 year-old street whore. It was hilarious, slutty, and I loved her for it.

I took her by the hand and led her to the couch. I pushed her down into it, and sat astride her. I kissed her hard and squeezed her big, luxurious tits in both hands.

We kissed like that for a few minutes, her hands roaming all over my body. My pussy was gushing. I had never been more turned on.

"You are ruining him you know." she said softly.

"Mmmm hmmm," I nuzzled the nape of her neck. "or maybe I'm freeing him."

She considered that for a moment and nodded. "Perhaps."

I sat upright in her lap.

"I'm going in there. I want you to wait until you hear me say the word 'sissy-boy' before you come in." 

She smiled a wicked smile. "Understood." She said with a smile.

"Could you hear us too?"

"Yes. You could have gotten him to agree to anything. Putty in your hands. Like his belly."

I stifled a giggle.

"When you come in, follow my lead." She nodded at me.

I gave her another deep kiss and reluctantly stood up. I looked down at her. I could see her puffy nipples through her top. The sight made my mouth water. She grabbed me by the hips and pulled her face into my crotch. She inhaled my scent deeply and fell back into the couch. Her eyes fluttered.

I turned and walked quietly to the bedroom. I took a deep breath and opened the door suddenly.

He was lying in the middle of my bed, his hand around his dick, stroking. He quickly removed it and looked at me smiling. Expectant.

"I didn't hear you coming..." he said with a big grin on his face.

"I can see that. This is not pleasing. Did I specifically tell you to wank your little dick?"

I saw just a touch of doubt cross his face. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. You are so beautiful I could die. I promise it won't happen again." He looked down at my legs sheepishly.

I saw that he had lit some candles and had the lights low.

I sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. "You gave me your word. What kind of man gives his word and then breaks it within 10 minutes?" I was genuinely disappointed.

This brought concern and a bit of fear to his face. He didn't answer.

"I'll tell you what kind of man... A man who doesn't deserve to ever touch me again, that's what kind of man." I looked daggers at him.

"I'm going to have to rethink this whole thing." I said. I got up as if to leave the room.

"Please Erika. Please. I'll do anything!" he begged. He sat up.

"You'll do anything except obey my very clear and specific instructions." I shot back with venom in my voice.

"I will. I promise!" he pleaded. Genuine fear in his eyes now. His cock looked ready to break it was so hard.

"Your promise means nothing to me. You've already broken your word." I was relishing the power I had over him.

I saw tears begin to form in the corners of his eyes. He fell back on the bed and slapped his hand down in frustration.

"I'm going out to the front to get my phone. I need to talk to Jana about this. You don't move a muscle. I'll deal with you when I'm done." I walked out the bedroom door.

Jana was standing right outside the door. She had both hands clamped tight over her mouth, her eyes wide and laughing. I motioned for her to stay put.

I walked out and grabbed my phone and the receipt I had found in the Cupid's Curiosities bag that he had brought my pantyhose in. I also slipped my silk dress back on.

I walked back into the bedroom. I dialed a random number and pretended to start a conversation with Jana after a moment.

"Hey sweetheart."

"Yes, he's still here, but he's about to leave. Forever."

"Because he won't do what I told him to do!" I said sternly as I scowled at him.

"No! He gave me his solemn word."

"No. I can't trust him anymore."

"Look, I'm not going to dress up like a slut to please him and let him put his little dick in me if he's not going to be trustworthy."

"I was going to let him fuck me in the ass tonight, Jana! Like I was a cheap ass fucking whore!" I exclaimed.

"yeah."

"no."

"well... maybe."

"I don't know. I'm not really in the mood anymore. I don't care if his little dick falls off."

"I don't know about that."

"Hold on though. Listen to this. He brought me some very nice pantyhose from Cupid's Curiosities... YES! They are gorgeous! But he left the receipt in the bag."

"Yes, I have them on right now."

I looked down at him on the bed. His face pale, his eyes scared and teary, pleading.

"Yes. It's hard as a rock."

"Ok. Hold on. Putting you on hold."

I launched my camera app. I pointed the phone at him and took three quick pictures. I killed the app and pretended to pick up the phone conversation.

"Ok. Done."

"Really? OK."

I launched the texting app and for real sent one of them to Jana's phone, praying that she had it on silent.

"Ok. Sent. Yeah, I'll wait."

I put my foot up on the edge of the bed so that he had a direct view of my pantyhose covered pussy. I could see the fear on him.

"It's not?"

"How would I know that? I've only ever seen five cocks in person in my whole life, and one of those is my brother when we were kids!"

"Really?"

"How big?"

"Stop lying. That's twice the size of his."

"Ok, well listen to this – 6 pair of pantyhose, something called Ass-troglide, a dildo, a vibrator and the last item is called "harness." 

"Nearly $300!"

"Way. I'm looking at the receipt."

The look on his face was undisguised horror. His cock was wilting. This pleased me.

"I know, right? There is no way he is getting anywhere near it."

"Really? You think?"

"You might be right."

"Oh, ok. I'll let you know."

I put the phone down and my foot on the floor. I sighed heavily. I kicked my shoes off and pulled the dress off over my head. I stepped up onto the bed and stood astride him. I pulled the pantyhose up tight across my tummy. The friction on my unhooded clitoris exquisite. 

He was looking straight up at me. His cock was starting to grow again.

"Start jacking it." I said in a hard voice.

He did.

I swayed back and forth over him, looking down on him coldly.

"Faster"

I stepped across him, and turned around and back across him again. His knees were bent with his feet on the bed. I leaned down with my hands on his knees. My pantyhose covered ass was directly above his face, and my pussy was very hot and gushing wet.

I reached down and slapped the head of his cock hard about a dozen times as he was stroking it. He groaned with each slap. And then I slapped his balls harder than I intended to. He let out a yelp each time.

"Jana says you have a tiny cock and I think she might be right. Why would I let a liar with a tiny cock fuck my tight pussy, let alone my asshole?" I rubbed my ass as I said it.

"Take your hand off your cock." I ordered.

He did so immediately.

"Where are these other items you bought at Cupids?

"In the trunk of my car."

"Go get them."

He hesitated. 

I slapped his balls hard like I was spanking a naughty child.

"NOW."

He climbed off the bed, his cock bobbing as he moved. He reached for his pants.

"No. Use my robe. It's hanging on the inside of the closet door."

He went to the closet without hesitation. He pulled my robe on. It was a short, silk robe in lipstick red. It barely covered his ass. His cock was jutting out the front. He looked at me as if to say 'don't make me do this' but wisely kept his mouth shut.

"GO!"

He meekly walked out the door. A moment later, I heard the front door close. I stepped out into the hallway. Jana stepped out of the bathroom and lunged into my arms and started kissing me crazily, hungrily.

"I almost didn't get hidden in time." she hissed between kisses.

"Get ready. Remember, when you hear the word 'sissy-boy', that's your cue."

She went back into the bathroom just as we heard the front door open and I stepped back up onto the bed where I was when he left the room.

He walked into the bedroom, breathing hard.

"Did anyone see you?"

"I don't think so."

"That's a shame. Hang up my robe, give me the bag and get back where you were." I ordered him.

He handed me the bag, and worked his way back into position between my legs.

His cock had not lost the least bit of hardness.

"Start wanking that little dick. You may not cum until instructed."

I examined the contents of the bag. I pulled out the tube of Ass-troglide and opened it. From my position towering over him, I squirted a healthy amount down on his cock and balls and then a tiny dollop onto my middle finger.

"Put your knees back up like they were."

He complied obediently.

I went down to my knees at his side, the bag of goodies next to me.

"Keep jacking. Don't cum."

I could tell he was ready by the way he would jack it very slowly for a couple of strokes and then stop for a few seconds. He seemed to be avoiding stroking his cockhead, making his jacking a pretty short stroke.

I took my middle finger with the dollop of Ass-troglide on it and shoved it into his asshole, and reamed it in and out a few times to make sure he was well lubricated. He gasped. His cock was straining.

I dumped the contents of the bag out onto the bed. The vibrator was the first thing I picked up. Chrome, 6 inches. The package said 'batteries included'. I removed it from the packaging and turned it on. It vibrated to life immediately.

I got up off the bed, and walked around to the other side, nearest his head.

"Move over here and hang your head off the side of the bed so you can see my pussy – the pussy you'll most likely never fuck again."

He did. I stepped across him so that my pussy was hovering over his face. I pretended the vibrator was my cock and started stroking it. Clearly, his cock was at the bursting point. 

"Pull your knees up to your chest."

When he did, I bent over across him, spreading my legs wider at the same time. My pussy was touching his face. I grabbed the tube, opened it and squirted it directly onto his asshole. He was moaning, barely touching his cock.

"Take your hand off your little dick."

I turned the vibrator on and shoved it deep into his ass. It went in easily. He gasped sharply.

Standing up straight, I wrapped his ankles up in my left arm against my shoulder and rolling him up onto his upper back and neck. It was an obscene position. Looking at him like that, my respect for him shattered. He really was a sissy.

I was totally dominating him and humiliating him, and he wasn't even hinting at a protest of it. If the hardness of his dick was any indication, he was thoroughly enjoying it.

The vibrator was inching its way up and out of his ass. I shoved it back in with the palm of my right hand and held it there.

"Look at the little sissy-boy, with a vibrating cock deep in his ass, about to cum in his own mouth."

Jana walked in. "Hi guys. What are y'all doing?" she asked in a sing-song voice.



Erika Blossoms Ch. 07



Note: This is chapter seven of a very long story. 28 chapters so far. It is wide ranging and will eventually touch on interracial sex, dom women, lesbian sex, true love, revenge and much, much more. I hope you enjoy it.

*****

CHAPTER SEVEN – Sunday Night Late

"Hahahahaha! Look at that! Oh my GOD!" Jana howled.

I felt him struggle, but I was ready for him. I sat down hard on his face with my pantyhose covered ass, and tightened my grip on his ankles against my shoulders.

I had him pinned, and he quickly realized the position he was in and quit struggling. I eased up on him.

Jana bounced up onto the bed.

"Holy shit, Erika, I'd say you got him right where you want him."

"This is what happens to men who DON'T KEEP THEIR WORD." I said sternly.

"I'm going to let you go now. You are to remain in this position without me holding you." I said to him. "Jana, would you be so kind?" 

I let go of the vibrator and she put her hand in its place.

I stepped back to take a look. His head was hanging over the edge of the bed, so he was looking at me upside down. He had a glazed expression on his face.

I pulled at my nipples and gave my pussy a little rub. My pantyhose were soaked halfway down my thighs.

"You remember Jana?" I asked.

"y-yes." he answered.

"She is here to help us out a little. I was ready to send you home and she talked me out of it." I paused.

He said nothing.

I slapped his dick and balls with the flat of my hand really hard. So hard that it stung my hand.

"Where are your manners? You should be thanking her!"

"Thank you!" he yelped.

Jana giggled.

"So you should be grateful that not only did she talk me out of sending you home, she came over to help you out."

"Jana, sweetie, could you come around here. He can hold that in himself."

She got up from the bed and he moved his hand up to hold the vibrator in his ass, proving that we had his attention.

She walked around to where I was standing. She reached up and gave me a sloppy wet kiss and then turned to look at him.

When he saw her, his eyes got as big as saucers. She was dressed like a 19 year old street walking whore. Two ponytails, stripper shoes, mini skirt, stocking and garters, slutty makeup – the whole package.

"What do you think sweetheart, should we let him cum and send him on his way?" I asked.

Jana reached up and caressed my breasts. "Well, it would be fun to watch him cum in his own mouth. His little weewee is aimed right into it."

"I'm so mad at him though. He broke his solemn word. I'm tempted to just send him home now that you're here." I kissed her pretty lips and pulled her against me tight.

"He certainly does deserve to be sent home. Real men keep their word even when no one is looking. Still, maybe we can find some use for him. Is he any good a licking pussy?"

I gave her a thoughtful look. "Well, he's not terrible at it when he concentrates on something besides his own tiny dick, but he's not as good as you." I told her.

"Would you like to lick some pussy, sissy-boy?" Jana asked him.

He nodded yes meekly.

I kissed her deeply. She put her hands to my breasts. 

"Have I told you how amazing you look?" she asked. "Those pantyhose are amazing on you."

I smiled at her. "Thank you. I did it for him, but he didn't appreciate it." I scowled down at him.

"Stupid, silly boy." she said to me. "I would do anything you wanted to see you dressed like that."

We started kissing again. Hands roaming all over each other, grinding against one another. She pulled the straps of my dress from my shoulders and slowly pushed it down, following it down my body with soft kisses.

I returned the favor by pulling her top off over her head, squeezing her breasts and delicately licking her nipples. I loved the way they responded by getting puffy and swollen.

I pushed her skirt down over her hips and held her steady as she stepped out of it with the clunky stripper shoes.

"I'm almost as tall as you with these shoes on. I don't really like it. Will you put yours back on for me? You look astounding in them."

I nodded and stepped around the bed to pick them up, and walked back around the bed after slipping them on.

"That's better." she said. She opened her arms and I stepped into her embrace. We kissed hungrily. 

A thousand kisses later, I came back to earth via a strange buzzing sound.

The vibrator.

I looked down at the boyfriend. True to my command, he hadn't moved an inch. His cock looked painful. Poor guy. I took a little pity on him.

"Move up to the top of the bed and lay down, but don't let that vibrator move an inch, and don't touch your cock" I told him.

I saw the relief on his face as he did as he was told. He lay down flat, with his head on a pillow. His cock was still looking painfully hard, and was pointing straight up. It was leaking profusely.

Jana spotted the dildo and harness, and picked them up. She opened the dildo package and then started reading the instructions on the back of the harness box.

"Insert base of dildo" she held the dildo up with one hand, flopping it back and forth "into the slot, and snap the retaining strap across the top. Then, step into the harness and adjust the straps for a snug fit."

She opened the package, pulled it out and dropped it on the bed. 

She sat down on the edge of the bed. I sat down next to her.

Reading the back of the dildo box out loud, she said, "Super Realistic 8 inch Jelly Dong! Looks and feels like the real thing! Pornstar approved!" 

She giggled. "Pornstar approved? SOLD!"

She continued, "This Super Realistic 8 inch Jelly Dong is designed to work with any standard sized harness. Slide the base of the Super Realistic 8 inch Jelly Dong into the harness slot and secure per harness instructions. Remember! Wash your jelly dong thoroughly with mild soap and water and rinse with clean water before and after each use. Use only with non-petroleum lubricants."

We both laughed out loud.

"He bought this for you to use on him." Jana said quietly.

I looked at her. "Wait. What?"

She kissed my cheek. "You can be so dense sometimes. You thought that this was for you, didn't you?"

"Well, I...." 

BAM! It hit me right between the eyes. He doesn't need a harness with a Super Realistic 8 inch Jelly Dong, he already has an actual dong!

"Jesus." I said, "I had not worked that out. I thought he bought to use on me." I looked over at him and his throbbing dick. "Because there isn't much pleasure in that tiny thing."

He was looking at Jana's tits. The vibrator in his ass hummed along steadily. His cock was as hard as ever and leaking a surprising amount of fluid.

"Sissy-boy wants to get buttfucked like an ass fucking slut!" Jana said, looking at me. She picked up the harness and dildo and started to fit them together.

Once she had it all put together, she carefully stepped into it, adjusted the straps snugly and stepped over to me. 

"How do you like my cock?" she asked. She held it by the base and gave it a wiggle.

"It's so lifelike and real!" I teased. I reached down and took it in my hand, and began to stroke it back and forth. My boyfriend's eyes were riveted.

"Get up on the bed, on all fours." she whispered to me.

I crawled up onto the bed on all fours, positioning myself so that he could see my ass and pussy.

Jana kicked out of her shoes stood up onto the bed. She stood directly over his face, wagging the jelly dong in front of him.

She looked down on him. "I can't decide who to use this on sissy-boy, you or Erika."

"Me! Me! Me!" I said. "I need a big fat cock to pry my little pussy open and fuck me like a dirty whore!" I said with an exaggerated pleading in my voice. I wiggled my ass toward them both. "I've never had a real man's cock in my pussy! And yours is so big! Please fuck me like a dirty slut!"

"You make a compelling case," she said thoughtfully "But sissy-boy bought it. It only seems fair that he gets to try it first." She kneeled down on the bed astride him. The jelly dong was right above his cock. The contrast in size was striking. It was easily twice as big around and almost twice as long.

I turned around on the bed. Looking at it, I wasn't really sure that thing would fit in me, so I was relieved that she wasn't about to shove that thing in me.

She started grinding the dong across his cock. It was twitching, ready to burst.

"Pull your knees up." she said to him. 

As soon as he did, Jana reached down and pulled the vibrator out of his asshole. Amazingly, it stayed open, gaping lewdly.

"Sweety, get me that bottle please." She nodded toward the Ass-troglide. 

I picked it up and handed it to her, curious if she was actually going to go through with this.

She opened the bottle and squirted it all over his asshole, and then – I'm still a little shocked at this one – pushed the opening of the bottle into his asshole and gave it a hard squeeze. She finished by squirting another healthy amount all over his cock and balls.

"You can never have too much lube for a good old fashioned buttfucking." she said.

The following image is burned into my brain. 

Jana then put the head of the jelly dong against his asshole and pushed it slowly into his ass all the way to the bottom in one smooth stroke.

"AAAAHHHHHhhhhhhhhh." He moaned loudly, his eyes locked onto her big beautiful tits.

She didn't push it in and out immediately, but began grinding against him with the dong buried deep inside him.

I was rubbing my pussy furiously. With my orgasm close, I had a wicked idea.

I sat astride his face toward Jana, and sat down on it. 

"Lick my pussy." I told him.

He began to lick my pussy through my pantyhose. It felt good, but somehow remote, so I reached down and ripped them open at the crotch and sat back down on his face. He licked my pussy hole deeply. It felt delicious.

Jana started to slowly fuck his asshole with the full 8 inches of the Super Realistic Jelly Dong while holding him by the knees. In and out of him with long, full strokes, stopping at the bottom each time to grind against him.

His dick would flex every time she pushed into him. I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

Watching my boyfriend get fucked by a huge dildo strapped on to my best friend and lover was the most wickedly erotic thing I had ever seen.

I was grinding my entire crotch all over my boyfriends face.

"Lick my asshole." I told him. He moaned loudly and pushed his tongue into my asshole as far as it would go.

I reached down and began rubbing my clitoris as my orgasm crashed into me. I fell forward against Jana's breasts. She was fucking him faster and harder. He was moaning his approval into my asshole.

My orgasm was quick and hard. I rolled off of him.

"Yesyesyes, fuck me harder." he said out loud.

Jana gave him what he wanted. Slamming the jelly dong into his asshole as fast and hard as she could.

Without warning, his cock erupted.

Cum shot out of his cock, spurting and spitting all over his chest and neck, his cock twitching and jumping up and down the whole time.

His orgasm lasted what seemed to me to be a long time. He was covered in his own cum from his chin to his crotch.

No one had touched his cock. It simply went off from the buttfucking Jana was giving him.

Jana pulled the jelly dong out of his asshole.

We all three kind of collapsed and lay there for a long few minutes, not speaking.

"Be a sweetheart and take this thing off of me, and go clean yourself up." Jana told him.

He sat up, rolled up to his knees and tenderly unstrapped the harness from Jana and slid it off her. He stood and went toward the bathroom. I heard the shower start.

"Come here." I told Jana.

She moved up next to me. We kissed and cuddled and petted one another.

"I don't know what to say. I kind of feel bad." I said.

"Don't. We gave him exactly what he wanted."

"You think?"

"I know. Didn't you see him cum without being touched. That doesn't happen by accident."

"What do you want?" I teased her with my hand on her pussy, rubbing lightly. I knew she hadn't cum yet and I was looking forward to making that happen.

She kissed me deeply.

"Let me show you." she said.

She raised up to her knees. She turned me on my side, and pushed one knee up to my chest, my other leg straight. Then she sat down across my leg, leaned back on her elbows and pushed her pussy into mine.

She began softly grinding her plump, meaty pussy against my small, tight pussy. The feeling was indescribably erotic. It felt like kissing somehow, but more than that. More intimate.

She slowly started rotating her hips, pushing into me, her pussy felt like it had opened up. I could feel the hard pearl of her clitoris rubbing against my own.

I took her leg into my hands and pulled her tighter into me. She squeezed my butt with one hand, pulled at her nipple with the other. We were locked into this position like a couple of puzzle pieces. Humping each other with passionate abandon.

It was the most intimate, loving thing I had ever felt. Every inch of my crotch was being touched. Pussy to pussy, leg to ass, thighs to thighs. I was having an all-over-my-body orgasm. It went on and on and on the entire time we were connected, our pussies kissing each other like intimate lovers kissing deeply.

At some point, I looked up to see the boyfriend standing at the foot of the bed. His erection in his hand, stroking slowly.

"I'm. Going. To. Cum." Jana moaned. And she did. I felt her pussy juices flooding over my pussy, drenching me in her sweet cum.

She finally collapsed, still in the same position. I could feel her pussy twitching and pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. The combined juices of our pussies covering our crotch, hips, thighs and asses. We were both a hot, sticky mess. I adored everything about it. It felt glorious.

After a few minutes of cool down, she extracted herself from my crotch and climbed up the bed next to me. We cuddled and kissed lightly. She saw the boyfriend standing at the foot of the bed.

"You may as well come on up here too." she smiled warmly at him. I was grateful to her for that. He had been humiliated enough for one night.

He climbed up and lay down next to me. I was between them.

We all lay there together for quite a while. It was late. Very late. Monday morning, and work, loomed.

"That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen." he said.

"I'm not attracted to guys, I love women. I tried it with guys a couple of times in college and didn't like it. I just love the way it feels to have... a cock-shaped thing inside me. And I adore the way pantyhose look and feel. I wear them under my slacks to work sometimes. It feels so good. Before we met, I would even shave my legs sometimes. It's a thrill to know that I have them on and no one knows."

"And I do like being, ummm, bossed around. I have no idea why."

"I know you don't love me, but you're kind and sweet and gorgeous and sexy and I am so turned on by you." 

I didn't love him, I was sure of that, but his confession touched me. I didn't want him to be hurt by all of this.

"Jana and I made love for the first time last night." I told him.

"The first time? Really? I thought you two had been doing it for years." he said.

"I wish." Jana said. "I'm in love with her and have been since high school."

I kissed her and then I kissed him. We were all asleep within minutes.



Erika Blossoms Ch. 08



Note: This is chapter eight of a very long story. 28 chapters so far. It is wide ranging and will eventually touch on interracial sex, dom women, lesbian sex, true love, revenge and much, much more. I hope you enjoy it. 

*****

CHAPTER EIGHT -- Monday Morning

My phone alarm went off at 6:30. It was Monday morning. Ugh.

My boyfriend -- Jason -- was the first one out of bed. He walked out of the bedroom. I listened as he went into the bathroom. I nuzzled into Jana's neck.

"It's time to get up, Love."

"Fuck that. I'm not going to work today. I'm sick." 

I giggled at that.

"That's a great idea. I'm sick too." I kissed the back of her neck.

I picked up my phone and sent a quick text to my boss at the law firm where I worked.

"Ugh. Sick today. Can't come in." 

He's a sweet boss. He's 42 years old, divorced, and a brilliant attorney. His name is on the door. I've always had a big crush on him.

"No worries. Feel better. Hope to see you tomorrow." his reply said.

I pressed against Jana's back, holding her in my arms. She was snoring very softly softly. It was a beautiful sound. Musical almost. I loved her harder for it. I dozed.

After a while, I felt Jason sit on the edge of the bed.

"Erika."

I rolled over and opened my eyes. He was dressed in the slacks, shirt and blazer he had worm over here last night.

"I'm going to work. Can we talk later?"

"Of course. Just call me."

He bent over to give me a kiss, aiming for my forehead. I pulled his face to me and kissed him on the lips.

"I hope you have a good day." I told him.

"This weekend has been the best ever. I'm going to have an amazing day." he said with a bright smile.

I smiled at him. "It has been an interesting weekend, and I'm really grateful that you've enjoyed it."

He left, and I rolled back into my cuddle with Jana and fell into a deep sleep.

It was 9:30 when I woke up again.

Jana was rousing as well.

"Good morning love." she said.

I kissed her.

"Good morning."

She stretched her arms above her head, pulling her delicious breasts tight against her chest. I couldn't resist, I put my hand on them and squeezed gently.

"These are amazing. I wish they were mine." I said.

"They are, love."

She turned and pulled my face to them. I rubbed my face all over them, kissing, licking.

We made love. Sleepy, soft, sensual lovemaking. It was deeply satisfying. It felt natural, right.

When we were done, she went to the shower. I put on my robe and went to the kitchen to put on some coffee. I sat at the dining room table, reflecting on the weekend. Thinking about all that had transpired, I made some decisions.

I was going to break up my boyfriend -- Jason. His name is Jason, I thought.

I was going to do it gently, with as much kindness as possible. I didn't know exactly how to go about that yet, but that's what I was going to try and do. Despite the events of the weekend, I knew the relationship was going nowhere and I certainly couldn't see myself with him long-term. He deserved the chance to find someone who could.

I was going to go to law school. I have the grades, I have good legal experience as lead paralegal at the law firm where I work and Daddy said he would help me pay for it. I had already been accepted, but put it off. No more. It was time to get busy.

I decided also that I would take my Daddy's advice to heart, and begin a process of deliberate reflection on what I want and how to go about getting it.

I also knew that I had to decide what to do about my relationship with Jana, but that was a decision that we would make together.

I got up and poured two cups of coffee just as Jana came into the kitchen, toweling her hair. She was naked. Her glorious body shimmering in the mid-morning light, and so lovely.

I told her of my decisions.

"Here is another one for you to make." she said. "I want you to move in with me."

"Ohhhh-kay...." I said, surprised at the suggestion.

"Look, I know it's a horrible cliché -- the joke about the lesbian second date and all -- but it just makes a lot of sense. If you're going to law school -- an idea I approve of wholeheartedly -- money is going to be tight. My loft is paid for so it won't cost you a dime to live there." 

"We'll assume that they will let you keep working part-time and assume that you'll come out about even as far as money goes. Basically everything you earn will be for your personal expenses and spending money. And if they don't let you go part-time, you'll be set at my place anyway."

"Plus, it is a fabulous place and way too big for just me -- I mean c'mon, I have four bedrooms."

"AND, we would get to spend a lot more time together."

It was a compelling argument.

I realized I was ravenously hungry. "Let's go to lunch and talk about it." I said smiling warmly at her.

"Splendid idea!" She stood up and bounced into the bedroom. I went to the shower.

Standing under the hot water, I had to admit that I liked the idea of moving in with Jana. Her apartment was a downtown loft that was completely fantastic, and the idea of going to law school without asking Daddy for help appealed a great deal.

But I wondered, does this mean that I'm now in an exclusive lesbian relationship?

Is that what I really want? A lot to think about on that one.

I decided that we would just have to have an honest discussion about it.

Jana stepped into the bathroom.

"Holy hell. All I have to wear is this ridiculous outfit I had on last night. I tried to put on a pair of your shorts, but couldn't get them over my big ass."

I laughed at that. "I adore your ass." I said. "It's spectacular." 

I found a t-shirt and a pair of sweats for her to put on.

"We'll have to go by my apartment." She said.

After my shower, I went into the bedroom to dress. "Where are we going for lunch?" I asked.

"Let's do Danni's." she said. "They make the best Bloody Mary in town and I could use one."

Danni's is casual, so I put on jeans. Standing in front of my closet, I was picking out a blouse. 

Jana said, "The green one. It looks so good on you." 

Done.

I walked to the dresser and picked out a bra. She stood up as I was slipping it over my shoulders and hooked the back for me as I held my long brown hair up. She kissed me lightly on the back.

I could get used to this, I thought.

We walked out of my apartment and drove toward her house in her BMW. 

"Last night was interesting..." I said softly.

"Honey, it was way more than interesting."

"I kind of felt sorry for him at one point, but I think he actually enjoyed it." I said.

"I couldn't believe that he came without being touched. I didn't know that was possible."

"I know, right?"

Jana said, "What I feel sorry for him about is that tiny little dick he's got."

"Oh c'mon, It's not tiny."

"It's pretty small." she said. "There is no way that thing is even 5 inches long. It's way closer to 4 inches." I didn't reply.

"Haven't you ever had a big cock?" she asked me.

"Well, David was bigger than Jason." I said.

"David was a rat bastard. How much bigger?"

"I don't know! Bigger!" I laughed. "Am I supposed to measure every dick I see?"

She laughed too.

"Seriously, have you had one as big as the Super Realistic 8 Inch Jelly Dong?"

"God No!" I shrieked. The thought of something that size in my little pussy frightened me a little.

"Aww, you got to get on that." She said.

I made a mental note of that comment, but let it go.

Finally at her apartment building we took the elevator up to her place. I hadn't been there in a while and realized how easy it is to forget how big, roomy and nicely done it is. 

The view is spectacular, the furnishings and decor tasteful but not precious. Mostly understated, but with a tasteful, splashy something in each room -- it was a perfect reflection of her personality. She had put a lot of thought and effort into it -- along with what I suspected was a hefty amount of cash.

We walked back to her bedroom. She took off my sweats and t-shirt, and pulled on a pair of jeans and a tight v-neck sweater that made her breasts look fabulous.

She held up two pair of shoes. "The flats, or the sandals?"

"The sandals. Definitely the sandals." I said.

We left her apartment and went back down to her car. 

Driving to Danni's, she said, "So, what's your breakup plan?"

"I was just thinking about that. I think after lunch, I'll go over and pick up some of the things I've left over there. It isn't really that much. Some clothes, a few books, a couple of kitchen things and toiletries..." I trailed off, thinking.

He had asked me to move in with him several times, but I always resisted. Something I was now exceedingly grateful for. I guess I've always known that he wasn't the one.

"I don't want to hurt him."

"I think if you tell him that you're moving in with me, it will make things easier. Don't you?"

"I don't know, Jana. The weekend has been so... such a complete shift in perspective. For all three of us. I honestly don't know how he will react."

"Well, there is something to the idea of doing it quick -- like ripping off a band-aid."

I nodded. We had arrived at Danni's.

Seated, we ordered lunch and Bloody Marys.

"Have you made up your mind about moving in?" she asked.

I looked across the table at her. Her beautiful blue eyes expectant. My love for her swelled up in my throat.

"I think so."

"and...?"

"I want to..." I trailed off.

"But you're not sure if you're ready to be in a committed lesbian relationship." She said softly. I heard the quotes around the word 'lesbian'.

"Which is good as far as I'm concerned, because I'm not sure either."

I looked at her, grateful that she knew me so well, and a little embarrassed that she said that out loud in a crowded restaurant. I blushed.

"Listen to me, I love you. Forever and always. Who you choose to sleep with -- to have sex with -- has absolutely no bearing on that. I don't want to own you, but I do want you close to me, always and forever."

She went on. "I'm pretty sure that you're not ready to give up men, and I know for certain that I'm not. One day, maybe, but not now. I might want to push out a kid for Daddy to spoil one day, I don't know. Life is just too much fun, too rich, too full of possibilities right now to limit myself."

"If you want a monogamous relationship with me, I'm prepared to do that. But it's not my first choice. What I would prefer is that we agree to be honest, open and up front with each other, and share our lives with one another, including our sex lives, and make decisions about that stuff together. I refuse to be ruled by jealousy. You choose who you sleep with."

"I might fall in love with a man tomorrow. You might too. We might both get married and live happily ever after, and part of me hopes we do. We might also decide that we do want a monogamous relationship tomorrow, next week, next year, whenever. That will all work itself out in time."

"But no matter if it is monogamous or not, it will be a committed relationship -- it actually already is for me. I am committed to you heart, body and soul. Nothing will ever change that. We will always be best friends, no matter what happens. Even if we never make love again, I will treasure these past couple of days for the rest of my life. I have no interest in other women -- I'm not attracted to other women at all -- it's you. It's always been you. I don't know exactly why that is, but I've accepted it as an essential fact of my existence."

"And honestly, it would be foolish of you to commit to monogamous relationship right now anyhow, fresh out of one. At least until after you've made love to a real man with a real cock -- not those boys you've always been with -- and I intend to help make sure that happens. Soon."

"If you aren't ready to move in right now, I understand, but the offer is always there. Take all the time you need to decide. I don't want to coerce you into this. I want -- I need -- you to do this with your eyes wide open, your heart wide open and fully aware that it is a conscious, active decision that is best for you, and truly is what you want to do."

It almost made me dizzy. She had clearly thought this through. I reached across the table and stroked her hand. My pussy was on fire. I had never wanted anything so bad as I wanted to crawl across the table and make love with her right there on the table. I was absolutely aflame with desire.

"Your options for the future are wide open, and I have no desire to put any limits on that whatsoever. I love you too much for that."

"So there is really no downside for you, when you weigh it all out. A fabulous downtown apartment for free, lots of support when you are school, a committed and loving relationship, more money in your pocket -- you can even quit your job if you want, I have plenty of money for both of us -- and all the fabulous sex you could possibly want."

"And me." She smiled brightly.

She took my hand in hers and gave it a little squeeze.

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes." I looked at her liquid blue eyes. She was beaming and on the verge of tears at the same time.

Our food had arrived. We ate. We made plans about moving, had another Bloody Mary and laughed and giggled like the most carefree two people on earth.

I checked my phone. It was 2:30.

"We had better get going if we're going to do this now. And we need to do it now before I lose my nerve."

Jana said, "The strong, confident, assertive woman I saw last night doesn't lose her nerve when there is something unpleasant to do."

"OK. Let's go."

We drove over to Jason's place. I let us in with my key and we walked in. I looked around. It looked like he had left in a hurry last night. It was pretty messy. I could see the reflected glow of his laptop on the wall behind his little desk in the front room.

I walked back into the bedroom. I opened the drawer in his dresser that I used. There were 4 packages of the same brand of pantyhose he had brought over last night on top of my things. All were a different color and style. 

Jana walked in behind me. She said, "You have to come see this." 

I followed her out to the front room. She walked behind the desk and pointed to his screen. I came around and looked.

A website was up on his screen. The title of the site was "Loving Wives & Cuckolds."

I looked over at Jana. She was smiling wickedly. I looked back down at the screen. The subtitle of the site was "Men who love women who sleep with other men."

"Get all your stuff. Every last thing. We are going to clear you out of here completely right now."

I looked at her again. I could see the wheels turning in her head.

"We are also going to give him a lovely parting gift." She leaned over and kissed me. "Now, get busy."

"What are you going to do?" I asked, a little concerned.

"Just go. It's after 3:00 and he'll be here before you know it."

I started in the bathroom and put all my things in a bag I found in the closet. I moved to the bedroom and started cleaning out my drawer. I put the 4 packages of pantyhose on top of the dresser, and all my things in another bag from the kitchen. It really wasn't that much stuff. I was a little surprised at how little it was considering all the times I had slept over and how long we had been together.

I decided that I needed to make sure there wasn't anything in any of the other drawers. I didn't want to have to come back and face that.

In the first drawer I opened, I saw two pair of pantyhose. The cum stained pair I had worn the other night, and a pair that I didn't recognize. I was immediately sure they were a matching brand to the 4 packages atop his dresser. I remembered the receipt said 6 pair. They had been worn.

There were also several dildos and vibrators in the drawer. Could those have been there all along? I tried to think if I had ever been in that drawer before. I didn't think I had. Not recently anyway.

I picked up the pair of pantyhose that matched the ones on the dresser delicately by the hem, and let the legs fall down. There was a neat hole cut in the crotch and what were obviously cum stains all over them.

Naturally, Jana picked that exact moment to walk in.

"Oh my. He has been a naughty, naughty boy." she said, surprising me.

I jumped a little.

"You don't think there is someone else..." I trailed off.

"Of course not. He's a wanker. He said last night that he loves wearing them. That hole is for his little dick to stick out when he wanks."

"You won't believe that website." she said.

"You didn't!"

"Of course I did!" she exclaimed.

"Jana! That's private!"

"If he wanted it to be private, he'd shut that shit down before he leaves the house!" 

She saw the pantyhose packages on the dresser. "These are nice. Very expensive stuff. He has good taste in his kink, I'll say that for him."

I sighed and finished putting my things in the bag.

"Come and look at this." 

We walked out to the front room. She sat down in front of the computer. I stood behind her.

"He has an account on this site, and about a dozen more on similar sites from what I can tell. His handle is 'NeedItHard27' on all of them. He is able to send private messages to other users, tag his favorites, download videos, stuff like that."

"Jana, we shouldn't..." But I didn't walk away.

"We shouldn't, but we are." she said flatly.

"Look at the names of the videos he's tagged as favorites." 

She began to read off the titles. "'he licks black cum from white pussy', 'black bull impregnates white slut', 'cum-sucking sissy cum slut', 'she forces him to suck black cock', 'interracial cum slut snowballs her sissy pantyhose wearing hubby', 'bigdick black tranny leaves a creampie for hubby' 'my black lover buttfucks my hubby'.'

She let out a low whistle. "Good grief. I always thought he was so dull. He's got a wicked dirty kink to him."

She turned and looked up at me. "You're lucky to have found this out. This is the kind of thing that will turn ugly for him some day if he's not careful."

She clicked on the video titled 'she forces him to suck black cock'. The video started and we both watched, fascinated, as a thin blonde woman's face appeared on the screen, sucking the biggest black cock I had ever seen. It looked to be a foot long. It was so thick that the blonde woman's hand wouldn't close around it as she sucked the first few inches greedily.

"There is no way that is a real cock!" I exclaimed. "That has to be fake!"

"It's not fake, sweetheart, I promise you." She looked up at me with a faint smile and then back to the screen. "That is one beautiful cock."

My hands wandered to my nipples. They were fully erect. My pussy was hot and wet.

We watched as the blonde woman draped herself across the back of a couch. The black man stood in front of her as she sucked his cock.

The camera angle changed and we saw the black man in full for the first time. He was tall, well built and completely bald. A white man was sitting across the room, naked, stroking his little white dick.

The blonde woman called him over. She kissed him on the lips, with a sloppy wet kiss after taking the black cock out of her mouth. She then instructed him to lick her pussy to prepare it for the 'big black cock that is about to fuck me like a black cock loving whore'.

He eagerly did exactly that. Once she was sufficiently licked, she told him to lie on the floor, whereupon she got on all fours over him, her pussy above his face. She sucked his cock for a minute. It was blisteringly hard.

Shortly, the black man appeared behind her, and roughly pushed his cock into her pussy. She screamed out in pleasure as he started pumping his black horse cock in and out of her pussy -- right above the white man's face.




Erika Blossoms Ch. 08



She began to get vocal. "Fuck my white pussy with that black cock! God, that black cock feels so fucking good! It's so fucking big!" She also instructed the white man to lick her pussy from time to time, sometimes while the black cock was inside her -- which meant that the black mans balls were dragging across the white mans face - and sometimes after he would pull it out and slap her ass with it -- which he did with surprising frequency.

The slapping-the-ass-with-the-big-black-cock thing fascinated me. It looked heavy and it would hit her little ass with a sound that went 'splat' each time it made contact.

The white man looked eager and happy to do whatever she said.

I looked down at Jana. She was watching intently.

After many long minutes of this, the blonde woman looked over her shoulder and said, "Shove your black cock down his sissy throat!"

The black man pulled his cock out and pushed it down into the white mans mouth. He was able to get a fair bit of it into his mouth. More than the blonde woman could.

She was jacking the white man off as he was sucking the black cock, occasionally bending down to suck it into her mouth.

The whole thing was incredibly graphic and lewdly erotic. I had never seen -- or even imagined -- anything quite like it.

Jana stood and walked toward the bedroom. I sat down where she had been sitting, riveted to the screen. I just couldn't get over the size of that cock. My pussy was aching. I realized I hadn't been fucked in weeks and weeks. I had some mind-blowing orgasms over the past weekend, but I hadn't had a cock inside my pussy in a long while.

The white woman was jacking the white dick steadily. His hips started to buck, and he began to cum. It hit her directly in the face. She looked pleased by this.

The black man had put his cock back into her pussy and was fucking her hard and fast. He groaned and pushed himself hard into her and stayed like that for a long minute as his butt cheeks clenched and unclenched. I couldn't believe he could get that entire cock into her. Where did she put it?

She was screaming, "Fuck your nigger cum in my white pussy! Fuck that white pussy with your nigger cock. I want your nigger cum inside me! Your nigger cock feels so good in my white pussy!" 

The use of the N word was unnecessary, outrageous, and somehow very exciting at the same time.

When the black man withdrew from her pussy, the camera moved in close. It was a mess! Gaping wide open, cum dripping out of it down onto the face of the white man.

She played with her pussy for a moment and then sat down full on his face. "Lick that nigger cum out of my pussy you little dicked sissy!"

He did so eagerly.

"Erika!" Jana was calling me from the bedroom.

"What?" I called back. 

"Come in here!"

With one last look at the white man licking the cum from the giant clack cock out of white woman's pussy, I got up and went into the bedroom.

Jana was lying on the bed, naked, except for a pair of sheer black pantyhose with a seam up the back.

She had another package of pantyhose in her hand. "Put these on and join me."

My libido said 'DO IT', and I didn't think anymore about it.

I took the pantyhose from her, opened the package and pulled them out. Super thin, super sheer, tan pantyhose with a delicate little ivy pattern stitched into them.

I quickly peeled off my jeans, panties, blouse and bra and pulled them over my legs, glad that I had ran a razor over them in the shower this morning. They felt fantastic.

I climbed into bed with Jana, into her open arms.

We heard the front door open and then close.

Parting gift, indeed. 



Erika Blossoms Ch. 09



Note: This is chapter nine of a very long story. 28 chapters so far. It is wide ranging and will eventually touch on interracial sex, dom women, lesbian sex, true love, revenge and much, much more. I hope you enjoy it. 

*****

CHAPTER NINE -- Monday Afternoon

Jana and I were kissing deeply when Jason came into the bedroom. Both of us were naked, except for the expensive pantyhose we had on. Mine tan with an ivy pattern and hers black with a seam along the back.

"I have dreamed of this day my entire life." he said quietly.

Jana and I looked up. He was smiling goofily.

"Would you like to join us?" Jana asked.

"More than anything in the world." he said.

"Well, you'll need a pair of these on then." she said.

She reached under a pillow, pulled out a package of the pantyhose we found in his dresser, and flung them toward him. He caught them with both hands, his eyes wide. He looked up and smiled again.

He began to immediately undress. Once he was naked -- already sporting an erection -- he sat down at the bedside chair and pulled them on.

"Ok, what now?" he asked.

"Come on up here with us." Jana said as she separated from my embrace. She patted the bed between us.

He climbed in and lay down on his back.

Jana climbed atop him and immediately began grinding her pussy across his pantyhose covered dick.

"Erika is here to get her things. She's going to give up her apartment and move in with me."

"That makes a lot of sense. Maybe she'll finally go to law school." He added, "Goddam that feels good. Your pussy feels amazing rubbing my dick like that."

I was pretty sure I heard a newly found confidence in his voice. He confirmed it by reaching up and taking both her breasts in his hands and began to squeeze and massage them firmly.

"Your breasts are amazing." he said. "So big and firm."

"I've heard that before." She smiled at him.

"If we could put your tits on Erika's body, we would have the perfect woman."

"Don't be disrespectful sissy-boy." She was grinning.

"I don't mean it that way..." he trailed off.

"See," she said, "That's the difference between you and me, I think she's perfect just the way she is. And you better take a good look at both hers and mine, because this will most likely be the last time you ever see them." 

She was rubbing her pantyhose covered pussy up and down his pantyhose covered dick.

"And besides that, what you really want, as long as we're being so honest with one another, is her legs, my tits, and a big black dick to go with them. Isn't that right?"

He grinned and squeezed her breasts hard. "You might be right."

Jana continued her slide, up and down his dick, with a steady rhythm.

"Oh, I know I'm right Mr. NeedItHard27."

He closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure.

"Erika baby, would you go and get some scissors?"

I got up off the bed and went to get them.

When I returned, she was still sliding up and down his dick. I stood at the doorway, listening, and watching Jana's beautiful bottom grind away at him. It was mesmerizing.

"So really, I owe you a big 'thank you'. Without the discovery of your little kink, none of this would have ever happened. She would never have ended up in my bed. So consider this as your reward."

He groaned again.

"What can I do for you to make us even-steven?" she asked him.

"Just don't stop what you're doing." He said. "Just keep doing that."

He squeezed her titties hard enough to make her gasp. She leaned down across him and shoved them into his face.

He buried his face in them, sucking and nibbling her puffy nipples. She turned and looked toward the door, seeing me standing there. She gave me a wicked smile.

"Bring me the scissors, love."

I walked over and handed them to her, feeling a little like the unwanted third wheel.

"Get up here and stand in front of me." she said as she raised back up to a sitting position atop his pantyhose covered dick.

I did as I was told. Standing in front of her, she reached up with the scissors and cut my pantyhose open at the crotch from front to back. The sharp instrument so close to my pussy was terrifying and thrilling at the same time. She dropped the scissors on the bed.

She reached up and pulled me by the hips to her face and started lapping my pussy, never missing a beat grinding her pussy against Jason's dick.

He was staring directly up at my pussy, watching her tongue working my pussy over.

We stayed like that for several long minutes, until she pulled away from me and said, "Turn around."

I did. She pushed my lower back with one hand while holding my hip with the other, forcing me to bend over at the waist. I put my hands against the wall, arched my back and opened myself to her.

She began licking me again. Starting at the bottom just above my bulging clitoris, deeply through my pussy (I was just noticing how long her tongue was and how deeply it could penetrate me), across my asshole, pausing to tickle it with the tip of her tongue and sometimes pushing it in a bit, and then starting the whole process over. 

I had never felt anything quite like it. It was making my knees tremble.

I looked down between my legs and I could see Jason treating her breasts very roughly. Pinching her nipples and pulling them hard. Sometimes he would twist them cruelly. She didn't seem to mind, but I saw the beginnings of bruises. He was being very rough, something he had never done with me.

His eyes were kind of glazed over, darting back and forth from my pussy to her tits.

And still, the grinding on his pantyhose covered dick continued with the same steady rhythm, and it occurred to me that she was licking me stem to stern with the exact same rhythm.

Just as I realized this, my orgasm hit suddenly, like a punch in the gut. My knees gave way and I collapsed on top of Jason's face.

"Lick Erika's asshole, sissy-boy." she commanded.

I sat up with trembling legs to give him access to my ass. He licked and tried to push his tongue into it. It felt really good.

I felt Jana get up and off the bed. Suddenly, Jason's head disappeared from underneath me. She had grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him toward the foot of the bed.

I turned and looked. Still holding him by the ankles, she twisted him around so that he was lying on his stomach.

"Ass in the air, cowboy, it's time to ride." she said. She grabbed his hips and pulled them up. He tried to get up on his hands, but she pushed him back down roughly.

"ASS in the air." she said as she smacked his ass hard with the palm of her hand.

She looked up at me at the head of the bed. Her eyes darted to the scissors lying next to me. I took the hint and handed them down to her.

She used them to cut his pantyhose open just like she had done mine. It was an obscene looking pose. His chest was down on the bed, his closed knees tucked under him, his ass high in the air. The position forced his dick and balls to hang out behind his legs. I had never seen anything like it.

She motioned for me to join her at the foot of the bed. I climbed down and walked over to her. She was casually pushing the tip of her thumb in and out of his puckered asshole.

"I'm willing to make a bet that there is a dildo or vibrator in this house at least 9 inches long." she said, giving me a wink. "If there isn't, sissy boy here gets to fuck me in the ass with his tiny little dick. If there is, you get to fuck him with it."

"What do you say? Is it a bet?" She asked.

I thought for a moment. "What do I win or lose in this bet? I mean, besides fucking him in the ass with a dildo."

"Excellent question. If I'm wrong, I will buy you a new car. If I'm right, you will be my sex slave for one week." She gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

"Deal." We shook hands like you're supposed to when sealing a bet.

I spun and walked over to the dresser and opened a drawer. I lifted the clothes out and saw the full extent of his toy collection.

I pulled out a 6 inch chrome vibrator, a match to the one we used last night and held it up.

"A 6 inch vibrator!" she said. "Not a winner."

Next I pulled out a weird conical shaped thing, made from some sort of soft rubber and held it up.

"A 4 inch butt plug." she said. "Keep that one handy." 

Next out came a large tubular shaped thing, it had what looked like a puckered asshole on one end. It frightened me.

"An artificial..." she looked closer. "asshole!" she proclaimed. "Not a winner!" 

Jana was clearly enjoying this.

She saw the confusion on my face. "It's the male counterpart of a vibrator. His dick goes in the hole to simulate fucking an asshole. Some men prefer the vagina style over the asshole version though. Turn it on."

I turned the switch to the first setting. I came to life, vibrating and grinding. I could feel some sort of internal mechanism moving back and forth. The rubber asshole at the end started to pucker in and out. I turned it off quickly and dropped it back into the drawer, horrified. 

I noticed a shocking number of condoms in the drawer. I'm on the pill, so he and I had never used them.

Next out came the prize. A black dildo made from firm rubber-like material, fashioned to look like a real cock, but in an exaggerated way. I couldn't close my hand all the way around it.

"A 10 inch ass destroyer!" she exclaimed. "We have a winner!"

"Good lord, I hope there is some lubricant in there somewhere." she said as she pushed her thumb deep in his ass and lightly fondled his balls.

I looked and didn't see any. I shook my head at her.

"Go back to the kitchen and get some olive oil." she told me.

When I returned, Jana had three fingers worked deep into Jason's ass, and was pulling his dick out sharply from between his legs with her other hand.

I heard him moan, "Yes, that feels so good in my ass."

Sweet Jesus, I thought to myself, he really does love it.

She saw me come in and said, "Open the bottle." I did.

She took the bottle and poured a stream of it down over his ass. It ran down across his balls and down his thighs. Then she grabbed the dildo and smeared a handful of the oil all over.

She handed it to me. "He's ready."

I stepped into her place, took the dildo in my hands. I looked at Jana.

"Put it in." she said.

I looked at his puckered asshole and the dildo. It was huge. "I don't think it will fit."

Jason spoke up, "It will fit."

"Of course it will fit. It's been in his ass dozens of times." Jana said. "Hasn't it?"

"Yes."

I put the tip of the dildo against his asshole and began to push. His ass opened up and it went in with surprising ease. I pushed it in as far as it would go with one push.

"Aaahhhhh... Yes. That's it..." he moaned. "Pull it out slowly." 

I began to pull it out. Damn, it was so big.

Almost all the way out, I watched his puckered asshole as the ridge of the head stretched around it. He moaned. I pushed it back in.

Back and forth, I pushed it in and out with a slow steady rhythm. His dick was dripping pre-cum. I reached out with my other hand and stroked it lightly.

"Does it feel good?" I asked hesitantly.

"You have no idea." he said.

I increased the pace a little and the pressure on his dick.

"Am I doing it right? What do you want me to do?" I asked him.

He adjusted his legs, so that his knees were father apart and raised up on his hands in the doggy position.

"Push just the head in and out quickly." he said.

His dick was pointing straight down and I was stroking the head at the same pace.

"Oh God, I'm going to cum..." he moaned.

I pushed the dildo slowly all the way into his asshole and held it there with the heel of my palm, and stroked his dick hard and fast.

His back curled, his butt clenched around the dildo and his dick started spurting cum down onto the bed. He fell forward onto his chest as his dick stopped spurting, the dildo still deep in his ass.

"Take it out please." He said. "Slowly."

I pulled it out, slowly. His ass was gaping open. It was an ugly sight. My libido left the room and closed the door behind her.

"That was the best orgasm I've ever had." he said.

Jana and I looked at each other. She looked concerned. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. Jana followed me.

As we were washing up, she whispered, "Something is not right here. I don't know what, but he is entirely too happy about all this."

I looked in the mirror at her as she peeled off the ruined pantyhose.

"I don't trust him. He's up to something." she whispered.

I didn't reply.

I pulled my pantyhose off. We both walked back to the bedroom and began dressing.

Jason had pulled on his boxers and was sitting on the side of the bed.

"Erika, these past few days have been a real eye-opening experience for me. I have learned a lot about myself, and have decided to be honest about who and what I am. I need to make some changes in my life. I think it's for the best that we aren't boyfriend/girlfriend anymore, but I do want to still be your friend. I hope you feel the same way."

I looked at him. He was smiling.

"The thing is, I do love you in a lot of ways, but we both know it was never going to work. Especially now, that my, umm, kink..." He looked over at Jana "is out in the open, it's time I face the reality of what I really, truly want. I hope that you won't think too badly of me."

I looked at him with genuine kindness. I sat down next to him on the bed.

"Jason, thank you for being so decent about this. I never wanted to hurt you and I hope I haven't. You are a good person and nothing that's happened over the past few days changes that. I've discovered some things about myself as well and have to make some big decisions about the direction of my life. It's good that we're getting out of this before we made a bigger mistake. I hope we can stay friends too."

I kissed him on the cheek.

"We need to go." Jana said.

I looked at her and nodded.

"Stay in touch." I told Jason.

"I will." He smiled.

In the car, Jana started laughing really hard. "I can't believe that!" she howled.

He laugh was infectious. I began to laugh too.

"He really, really liked it." I said.

"He LOVED it! But I'm telling you, something wasn't right in there. I want you to stay in touch with him. I think he needs watching." She turned the radio and started singing along like she didn't have a care in the world.

My mind turned a wary eye to The Bet.

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Jason, back in his apartment, and naked after a shower, sat down at his computer.



Erika Blossoms Ch. 10



Note: This is chapter ten of a very long story. 28 chapters so far, with quite a ways to go before the tale is told. It is wide ranging and will eventually touch on interracial sex, dom women, lesbian sex, true love, group sex, revenge sex, bisexuality and much, much more. I hope you enjoy it. 

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CHAPTER TEN -- Monday Night

We went immediately to my apartment. I threw a few days worth of clothes into a bag, pushed my cosmetics and toiletries into another bag, grabbed my laptop and a few other essential items.

"How much of this stuff do you want to bring home?" she asked. 

Home, I thought, I have a new home.

I looked around at my apartment. There were some personal things I would want, but I didn't have a lot of attachment to much of it.

"Not much really. That rocking chair belonged to my mother and I'll want that, but I don't want any of the other furnishings. We don't need any of the kitchen stuff. It's really just clothes, books, photos and my personal stuff."

We left for Jana's loft in our own cars. I thought about the events of the past few days. A weekend filled with amazing sex, I had broken up with the boyfriend, had a new lover, had a new home and had made some major decisions about my life. Surprisingly, I wasn't unsettled anymore. My mind was peaceful.

We carried my bags in and set them down in the foyer.

Jana said, "I ordered Indian food on the way over. It should be here in a few."

Pleased at her thoughtfulness, I said, "Thank you, I'm famished."

"Have you picked out a bedroom yet?" Jana asked.

"Haven't given it one single thought." I replied. I suppose that I had simply assumed that we would share her bedroom.

Reading my mind, she gave me a little kiss and said, "I'm hoping that we'll sleep together, but you need your own room, so let's pick one out for you."

She is always a couple of steps ahead of me I thought. 

She took me by the hand and walked me to the bedroom next to hers. It was furnished very contemporary with a clean, minimalist décor. Everything was done in stark white and brushed silver.

"I did this one for my brother Gregg when he comes to town. He usually stays here with me instead of the fam." she said.

I wrinkled up my nose. "It's gorgeous, but a little cold looking." I said.

"No, this is not the one for you."

We walked down the hall to the next one, separated by a big bathroom.

"I decorated this one for guests."

It was done in the contemporary style as well, but with a warmer color scheme. Pale yellow and pale orange with splashes of a smoky blue color.

"This is nice." I said, "I could see me in this one. I would move the bed over there under the window..." I trailed off, rearranging the room in my mind and thinking about colors and textures.

"Come down here before you decide." she said with a wide smile. She took my hand and we walked to the opposite end of the apartment.

As she opened the door, it occurred to me that I had never even been in this room. Barely even knew it was there. If she had asked me, I would have thought it was a closet. Honestly, I thought it was a three bedroom loft, not four.

"I decorated this one for you. I've always hoped that this day would come." 

I was stunned. It was totally 'me'.

The doorbell rang. Jana walked off to answer the door. The food had arrived.

I walked into the room and looked around. A corner room with windows on two walls, it was sunny and bright in the late afternoon sun, with a stunning view of the river from one side, and downtown from the other. It was almost as big as my entire apartment.

The décor was vintage mid-50's modern. The furnishings were all pale blonde wood with chrome trim. It was painted a rich, medium yellow-green that seemed to blaze with warm light where the late afternoon sun hit it. It was done with medium-blue on some of the trim, and a bright orange, vintage loveseat next to the enormous walk-in closet. 

There were several pieces of art on the walls that color-coordinated perfectly, but weren't simply decorator art chosen to match the color scheme, this was real art. One of them was particularly beautiful. It was an impressionist piece that depicted two teenaged girls having a picnic in the late afternoon sun. The long, cool blue shadows that the girls cast coming into the foreground, drawing you into the painting. It was stunning and somehow familiar.

The private bathroom was roomy and bright with touches of yellow, orange and pale blue. It had a big Jacuzzi bath, a separate shower and an enormous make up counter with professional lighting and a cute little chair to sit in. 

The whole thing was perfect. It was feminine without being frilly. I loved every detail.

Jana called out from the dining room, "Dinner is on the table!"

I spun and bounded out of the room and bounced into her arms. "It's perfect. I love it!"

We kissed, our lips hungry.

"How did you know?" I asked over dinner.

"I've been paying attention for a long time now." she said. "Every time we've shopped together, I've made a mental note of what you like."

"I can't believe how perfect it is."

"I'm really pleased you like it."

Finishing dinner, in the kitchen cleaning up, I brought up something I had been wanting to ask. "I'm not your first, am I?"

She looked down into the sink where she was rinsing a dish, and then into my eyes. "No."

I didn't press.

After a few moments she said, "You remember Amy Bishop?"

"Yes." She was a college classmate of ours during our sophomore year. I couldn't remember her being around after that year.

"She was my first. She reminded me of you in some ways. That was the initial attraction. She was a brunette, tall and thin. Remember?"

I did. I also remembered that she had a very, very pretty face and that I had been a little jealous when she and Jana began hanging out. I had felt a little left out.

"What ever happened to her?" I asked.

"She transferred to another school." she said. "She was a full-on lesbian and wanted a bigger relationship than I did. I was just fooling around. She thought she was in love with me."

I nodded.

"There were others," She thought for a moment, "There were three others. One of them was a one-night thing after a party. I was drunk. It was stupid. One was a girl I worked with at my first job after college. She wanted to get serious too. The other was a two month fling with Dianne West."

"Dianne West!?"

She smiled. "I know, right?"

Dianne was a professor we had together in college. She was a gorgeous but seriously tough Freshman Comp instructor.

"We got to know each other during our senior year and she seduced me one night when we ran into each other at an opening. She's the one that taught me how good it could be between two women. She was... talented."

I smiled. "You learned well."

"I suppose." she replied with a sly smile.

She turned and faced me. "Erika, none of them were serious or even satisfying, because none of them were you. With every one of them, I spent every moment wishing it were you -- pretending it was you in Amy's case. What I learned about myself is that this", She motioned between us, "isn't just a physical thing. It's not that I'm attracted to women, it's that I'm attracted to you."

I could feel myself blush, and my libido tapped me on the shoulder, saying, 'Did you hear that?'

Then she said, "Let's go and take a bath together." She turned and walked toward my room. 

I was surprised. I knew she had a tub that matched the one in 'my' room.

"My bathroom?" I asked.

"Yes, we need to make it truly your room and the best way to do that is to start living in it -- you know, 'explore the space'."

We both undressed while the tub was filling up. She leaned against the makeup counter. "This really is a nice room." She said, looking around. "After I moved in to this place and decorated it, I would come in from time to time and imagine us being here together."

The scent of my arousal was mixing with the scent of the jasmine bath salts as I sat on the side of the tub, looking at how lovely she was naked. How could I have missed this all these years, I wondered.

We both slipped into the tub when it had filled, our backs against opposite sides. 

We soaked with the Jacuzzi on softly, and talked about nothing really. At one point, she began to massage the soles of my feet. It was divine.

When the water began to cool, Jana wondered aloud, "I wonder what time it is?"

We got out and dried off. Jana checked her phone. It was 9:00.

"Drat." I said, "I forgot to get my bathrobe from my apartment. It was hanging on the back of the bathroom door."

"I have something that will look great on you." 

We padded down to her room in our bare feet. She pulled a long, silk, kimono style robe from her closet and handed it to me.

"Let's see if anything is on TV." she said. My libido was standing with her arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently. We went into the living room. She picked up the remote and pushed a few buttons. The TV rose up out of what looked like a tall credenza against the wall. She flipped around the channels for a minute, settling on a documentary about the 60's, the sound down low.

We settled into the couch together. Not paying much attention to the TV, we talked, kissed a little, and aimlessly petted one another.

She stroked my hair, brushed her fingers against my neck, and gently massaged my neck, shoulders and chest as I reclined against her. 

"I need to tell Daddy that I have a new home, and that I'm going to go to law school in the fall. And about breaking up with Jason."

"He'll be happy about all of that. Especially Jason."

"Yeah, he got onto me pretty good Sunday about Jason. He doesn't think much of him. And get this, he told me that he would bet that Jason had some weird, kinky secret."

"Your dad is a smart one. And he is so, so fine."

I sat up and spun around. "JANA!"

"Oh god, his rough hands all over me..." she fanned her face with her little hand, smiling.

I was horrified. "JANA!" I said again.

Her robe had fallen open at the waist and I gave her exposed thigh a hard little slap.

"Don't you dare fuck my father!"

She tried to suppress a smile, her eyes sparkling.

My eyes went wide. "OH MY GOD! YOU ALREADY HAVE!"

Her eyes looked to the side. She was losing the battle with the smile.

"HE'S MARRIED!" 

She looked directly at me. "Not happily." she said flatly.

I flopped back into the couch. "I don't believe this. You've fucked my daddy!"

She turned toward me and reached out to stroke my hair.

"You can be mad at me, but don't be mad at him, ladybug. He is trapped in a loveless marriage and he's too good a man to bail out of it. He married your step-mom for a noble reason and they have a child together. He's stuck, but he's making the best of it."

I looked daggers at her. "When?"

"When we were in college." She said.

"How often?"

"Just twice."

I crossed my arms across my chest and fumed.

"I seduced him. I can be pretty persuasive. He really had no choice. I'm also sure I'm the only one he's ever cheated with. He felt bad afterwards."

"I had come home from college for the weekend. You stayed there. I ran into him at the liquor store near your house and we decided to go get lunch. He was so funny, so charming and so handsome. I flirted with him shamelessly."

I was trying to stay mad at her.

"He doesn't love her, but his sense of obligation keeps him with her. He's a good man. And listen, he's not miserable, it's just that he doesn't love her and their sex life is non-existent."

I sighed. My anger was draining.

"The day after we had lunch, I called him and asked him to come and help me with a ring I had dropped down the disposal. My parents were in Europe at the time. I made some excuse about it being Sunday and plumbers or something."

"He came over and I'm sure he had no earthly idea what I was up to. I seduced him. I threw myself at him. We made love all afternoon -- it wasn't just fucking -- we really did make love. I'm not exactly proud of it, but I'm not ashamed of it either."

"Please tell me you haven't fucked my brother too."

"I haven't fucked your brother too."

"Well, good." I felt the corners of my mouth trying to smile.

"But he is a cutie." She teased. I slapped her thigh again.

We sat in silence for a few minutes as I processed this new information.

"He is a good lover." Her eyes twinkled.

"I'm so glad." I scowled and stuck my out tongue at her.

"The second time, I went home on a Tuesday night and rented a room for us. We spent the night together. We made love, but he mostly talked about your mom. How much you are like her and how much he misses her. He also made me promise that it was the last time. I've kept that promise because I saw that I was making him do something that was contrary to the core of who he is."

She stroked my hair.

"This feels kind of incestuous now." I told her with a frown.

"Don't be silly. We aren't related." She replied.

"I seriously don't know what to think." I said.

"Be glad that your sweet, sweet Daddy had a few of hours of love, shared with someone who loves him. He really is a good man. If I could find one like him, I'd marry him in a heartbeat. And if he were suddenly single... Well, I don't know what I'd do." She said sincerely.

That did it. My anger was drained. She really did love him. I already knew that. He and she had always had a connection.

"If he called me right now, I'd run, not walk to his bed. He has a thick, heavy cock. It was delicious." She was tormenting me now.

"TMI! TMI!" I shrieked, covering my ears and shaking my head.

"Seriously, I needed to tell you this. I don't want any secrets between us, and I've carried this one for too long and felt bad about it. You and I are in uncharted waters and we won't make it without complete honesty between us."

"Come here." She pulled me close. "Do you remember our little bet?"

Oh god. I had forgotten all about that for the moment.

I looked up at her, she was smiling softly. "I do." I replied.

"I think it's time that you start paying your debt, my sexy little plaything."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, a little nervously.

"I want you to go and get into your bed and allow me the very great honor of making love with you. I want you to lie back and just enjoy it without guilt or shame or regret. I want you to feel loved. I want you to feel adored. I want you to know that I think you are the most beautiful, sexiest woman in the world and that I would move heaven and earth to be next to you. I want you to know, really know, that I love you with everything I am."

I kissed her deeply, my libido jumping up and down, smiling and clapping.

I stood up in front of her. I dropped my robe and walked slowly to my room.

I turned down the bed and slid into the exquisite sheets, and waited for her to come to my bed. 



Erika Blossoms Ch. 11



Note: This is chapter eleven of a very long story. 28 chapters so far, with quite a ways to go before the tale is told. It is wide ranging and will eventually touch on interracial sex, dom women, lesbian sex, true love, group sex, revenge sex, bisexuality and much, much more. I hope you enjoy it. 

*****

CHAPTER ELEVEN -- Tuesday Morning

I woke up the next morning feeling deliciously rested. The sun was just coming up. It was earlier than I usually get up. I slid out of bed silently, leaving Jana sleeping there.

I looked down at her, so beautiful it made me ache. 

Last night, our lovemaking had been wonderful. She fulfilled all of her promises about making me feel beautiful and wanted and loved.

Everyone should feel that way I decided. I also decided I need to make sure to do the same for her.

I walked through the living room to the kitchen, stopping to pick up and put on my robe.

I made coffee and started to poke around in the kitchen, getting familiar with the layout. It was a first class kitchen with everything anyone could want. The pantry was fully stocked, which was a bit of a surprise -- I knew Jana did a lot of dining out.

I busied myself making a light breakfast of fruit and oatmeal. I heard Jana stirring.

Presently, she came into the kitchen, naked. Her glorious blonde hair wild, her firm breasts gently swaying as she walked toward me. It took my breath away.

She walked up to me and opened my robe and she pressed her body against mine, resting her head against my shoulder.

"Good morning, ladybug." she said before she kissed me.

"Good morning."

She looked over at the countertop where I had just finished making breakfast and was preparing to take a tray back to my room for her. "I'm not much of a breakfast person, but that looks good and I'm hungry this morning."

We sat at the breakfast nook and ate. She never bothered to put on her robe and it was making me hot and bothered. Her breasts really are spectacular.

"Hmmm, let's see." she said. "The housekeeper comes on Tuesday and Friday. Now that there are two of us here, we may need to add a third day. Anyhow, throw your clothes in the bathroom hamper and she'll bring them back clean. Her name is Margery and she's a doll. If you want anything from the grocery, just leave a note," she pointed to a small dry erase board on the refrigerator "and she'll pick it up."

I nodded.

She rose and took her dishes to the sink. "I don't want to go to work today." She said, yawning and stretching. She gave me a little kiss and said "Thank you for breakfast." She walked to her room.

I cleaned up the kitchen a bit and went to take a shower and prepare for work.

Out of the shower, I put on my makeup and fixed my hair. I opened my suitcase to pick out something to wear. Sitting right on top was the last pair of pantyhose that Jason had bought. Jana must have taken them and slipped them in there without me seeing.

They were nude colored, exceedingly sheer, without seams or pattern. Very elegant. Naturally, I put them on. Having learned my lesson, I also put on panties on under them this time. I put on my favorite bra that matched my skin tone.

My skirt was mid-thigh length. I matched it with a tailored linen blouse and a light cashmere sweater. I put on my favorite short heels that were suitable for work.

I heard Jana call out "I'm out! See you after!"

I took a last look in the mirror to make sure everything was in place and I was heading for the door. At the last minute, I ran back to the bedroom, dumped my suitcase out on my unmade bed and took it with me so I could run by the old apartment and pick up more things at lunch of after work.

Later that morning, my boss Mr. Jackson, stopped at my desk. "Feeling better today, Erika?"

I turned my chair around to face him. I saw him take a quick peek at my pantyhose clad legs. 

"Mr. Jackson, I have to tell you the truth. I wasn't ill. I broke up with my boyfriend this past weekend, and well..."

He held up his hand to stop me. "Say no more. Perfectly understandable." 

He smiled warmly at me. "Are you ok? Is there anything I can do? Call a hit man? Do you need to go home?"

He's such a sweet man. Masculine, but sensitive and funny. I've always had a big crush on him.

"Yes, I'm fine, I really am. It was long overdue." I smiled up at him. I saw him take another peek at my legs.

"Well, you certainly do look fine."

I blushed a little and thanked him.

He has always been professional to a fault with me. Even so, he is warm and friendly and just the tiniest bit flirty sometimes, in a really shy way. He has a way of complimenting me that never comes across as creepy or as a come-on -- unlike some of the other misogynist assholes around here.

He's a charming guy, dates around and never seems to keep the same woman around for long. He doesn't strike me as a 'playa', but a confident man who doesn't see the need to get tied down. Other girls in the office say that he went through a rough divorce a year or so before I started working there. He's handsome and fit, and I knew that he played tennis regularly. He's a catch, really.

He is the majority partner in the law firm, and while I do some work for the other partners, I am primarily assigned to him. My official title is Lead Paralegal. I like to think we have a great working relationship and that I do good work for him.

"Mr. Jackson, I have something else I would like to discuss with you." I always call him 'Mr. Jackson'.

"Let's go to my office." he replied.

We walked back to his spacious, well-appointed corner office. He sat behind his desk. I sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk and tucked my feet below the chair.

"What would you like to talk about, Ms. Thomas?" he asked.

"Do you remember that I was accepted to law school last year?"

"Yes, and I was disappointed that you chose not to attend."

"Well, I've decided that I'm going to start in the fall."

"Outstanding!" He smiled broadly. My libido noticed his gorgeous smile.

"Will it be possible for me to go part time and keep my job? I really like working here."

"I can do better than that, Ms. Thomas." He rose and walked around the desk and sat down in the chair next to me. He turned it slightly before he sat, so that it faced me.

"We have a program here at the firm, whereby worthy and valued employees can attend law school, retain their position and receive their full salary, so long as they agree to begin their career with this firm for the same amount of time as it takes to complete their Juris Doctorate."

"Mr. Jackson, I've never heard of that program before today." I replied. "And having helped prepare the Employee Manual, I am confident that I am correct."

He smiled broadly again, his green eyes twinkling. "Now you see, Ms. Thomas, this is just one of the many reasons why you are such a valued employee, and why I am confident that you will make an excellent attorney. Your attention to detail and your retention of facts is outstanding."

I beamed at him.

"Another feature of this little known program is that the firm will pay for said valued employee's tuition to attend law school, so long as they maintain a 3.5 or better grade average."

I believe I was openly gawking at him at this point. It was a shock, that's for sure.

"And the reason, Ms. Thomas, that you haven't heard of this program before today, is due to the fact that I just instituted it. Would you see to it that the employee's manual file is updated and put a draft on my desk for approval before the week is over?"

"Mr. Jackson," I twisted in my seat to face him more directly and crossed my legs. "You are far too generous, and to do this just for me is likely to start a bit of office gossip." I teased.

I smoothed down my skirt that had ridden up a bit. I saw his eyes take in my legs again. I was grateful that I had put on panties this morning. I could feel things happening down there that I wasn't exactly in control of.

He laughed at that. "Ms. Thomas, as the majority owner of this law firm, one of the privileges of the position is that I get to do pretty much whatever the hell I want. And as far as office gossip goes, a man of my advanced age could do far, far worse than to have his name associated with such a remarkably intelligent and beautiful young woman."

I blushed deeply and lowered my eyes. They came to rest on his lap as he was crossing his legs. I spotted what I was pretty sure was a meaty looking lump snaking down the inside of his trousers before his legs crossed and hid it. My libido crashed into the back of my throat, I felt my nipples stiffen and my pussy was humming a happy little song to itself. 

"You have made me blush. I don't know what to say."

"Say that you will accept my offer, become the best lawyer in this town, become a partner at this firm and make an impressive amount of money someday." He walked deftly past his well-done compliment.

"I will accept your too-generous offer," I said, as I crossed my legs in what I hoped was a subtle way. "on one condition. That the offer is open to all employees of the firm, and that a performance clause be included that insists that said employee must maintain not only a 3.5 or better grade average, but a high level of work performance as well. Otherwise, I'm afraid we will have to re-negotiate."

"Done and done." he said. "The usual caveats, conditions and fine print will be part of the program. Your negotiation skills are impressive Ms. Thomas. An outstanding skill for an attorney."

"I will have a first draft on your desk before end of business today."

"As you wish." he replied. That line from The Princess Bride leapt out at me. I began to rise out of my chair.

"Ms. Thomas, may I ask you a somewhat personal question?" his voice lower.

I sat back down. "Of course, Mr. Jackson, you may ask me anything at all." I smiled. I was enjoying this flirty banter immensely and wasn't eager for it to stop.

"This boyfriend breakup situation... is this the young man you were with at the office Christmas party?"

"Yes."

"And did he break up with you?"

"No. I broke up with him. Well, it was mutual I suppose. In a way. Sort of." I didn't quite know what to say and I sure wasn't about to explain.

"Well, if I may be so bold, I'm relieved that you and he are no longer together. I am friends with the president of the bank where he works. We play tennis together occasionally, attend the same functions from time to time, that sort of thing." 

"Your name came up one afternoon at the tennis club. He somehow knew that you worked for me. When I inquired about your former boyfriend... well, I shouldn't say too much, but I'll allow this if I may have your confidence. He is not well regarded by his employer."

I sighed a little sigh.

"I'm sorry Ms. Thomas, I've overstepped my bounds." He twisted in his seat a bit.

"Oh no, Mr. Jackson, you haven't. Not at all, and I am touched by your concern. It's just been a... an interesting and tiring few days. I'm not surprised about him and his job. He's... not ambitious and it was a... a long weekend."

"I'm sure. These things are always trying." He smiled warmly.

"Yes. It's been difficult. In the middle of all this, I decided to give up my apartment and move in with my best friend. Which has added another layer of emotional upheaval to everything." I uncrossed my legs and put both feet on the floor. I let my knees fall apart just a tiny bit and leaned forward. 

I wondered if he could tell that I was wearing pantyhose and not stockings and what he would think about it if he knew. I caught a slight whiff of my scent.

"I'm sure it has. You should have taken two days off." He said softly. "Are you having money difficulties? Is that why you are moving in with your friend?"

"No. It's more of a support thing. Deciding to go back to school and the break up and all of that, Jana just offered. She has an enormous apartment not far from here. My commute to here and school will be much shorter. It just makes sense for a number of reasons. We've been best friends since high school. I'm happy to be moving in with her, but still, it's a bit of a wrench to give up my apartment." 

"Is this your friend Jana Douglas? Walker Douglas' daughter?" he asked.

Mr. Jackson and Jana's dad were old friends. That's how I got the interview with Mr. Jackson in the first place.

"Yes, that's her." I said. I sat up straight again, aware that my nipples were very hard. I was hoping that they weren't showing. At least not too much.

"I see. Her father is a good man. He and I are old friends. He's got more money than God."

I smiled and laughed a little. I sensed that the conversation was over. I stood up.

Mr. Jackson stood as well.

I reached out to shake his hand. 

"Thank you so much, for everything. Your kindness is remarkable and I am so very grateful for your generosity. I will work hard to prove worthy of your faith in me."

He took my hand in his. I noticed that it was rough and calloused. I couldn't help but peek at his trousers. It wasn't my imagination earlier, there was a definite lump against his left thigh.

He shook my hand warmly and said "You are quite welcome Ms. Thomas. I am happy that I am in the position to be of help." He was looking directly into my eyes.

Without thinking about what I was doing, I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Not a little peck, but a full-lipped kiss that I let linger for just a moment. I whispered "Thank You." in his ear.

It was my turn to watch him blush. I saw that I had left lipstick on his cheek. We were standing very close. Close enough that I could smell him. He smelled clean, manly.

I pressed two fingers to his cheek and said, "I'm afraid I've made a bit of a mess on your cheek, Mr. Jackson." I was openly flirting now, not exactly sure where this boldness was coming from. 

My libido, dancing.

Flustered and blushing, he reached into his hip pocket and pulled out a handkerchief.

Quickly regaining his composure, he said, "Not to worry. A gentleman always has a handkerchief for these sort of things."

I took it from his hand as he brought it up to his cheek. I gently wiped away the lipstick smudge.

"The gossip will start soon enough. Best not give them anything to get a head start with." I fluttered my eyes and smiled sweetly.

I handed his handkerchief back. As our hands touched and I swear I felt a spark jump between them. The air was that charged.

Turning to leave, the oddest thing happened.

You know how, when in heels, every great once in a while, no matter how often or confidently you walk in them, your ankle will just sort of go wonky and you'll fall sideways off your heel?

It happened to me at that very moment.

I crashed into him. He caught me before I went all the way to the floor. At the same time I was trying, instinctively, to catch myself.

In catching me, my breasts fell against his left forearm, my right breast landed directly in his hand. In trying to catch myself, my hand clutched for his thigh.

There was no mistaking it. His cock was a thick, meaty thing, hanging against his thigh. I couldn't tell how long it was, just that is was significantly longer than anything I had ever touched before. And very much thicker.

We both knew exactly what we had our respective hands on, and exactly whose hand was on our respective selves.

He lifted me up and said "Whoopsie-daisy. Careful now."

My embarrassment was complete and my libido went off like a roman candle.

I fled the room, mortified by my clumsiness. My libido was tugging at my hand to run back in, shut the door and rip his clothes off.

Late that afternoon, I took a draft into his office. I had decided that the best course of action was to pretend like nothing at all had happened.

"Here is the draft of the new policy we spoke of earlier today." I said.

"Thank you, Ms. Thomas." he said.

I turned to walk out.

"A moment?" he asked.

"Of course."

"Please, close the door." 

I did. Suddenly nervous. I turned around and walked back to the front of his desk.

"Ms. Thomas, please forgive my unprofessional behavior earlier this morning."

Shit! He wasn't going to just ignore it like I was ferociously willing him to do in my mind.

"Mr. Jackson, there is nothing to forgive!" I said, genuinely surprise at what he had said.

"No, I'm an old fool." he said "I'm an old fool to become so... affected by a woman I that I have absolutely no business being affected by." 

He was blushing and looked sheepish. It was a boyish kind of look. It was utterly charming. My libido, again, begging for the clothes ripping off thing.

"I let my imagination run away with me and behaved in a manner not appropriate for the workplace. I apologize sincerely."

I swooned a little inside. He is such a gentleman. And those calloused hands. I was all aflutter.

"Apology accepted, but completely unnecessary. I promise."

He smiled shyly at me. Shyly! He was 'affected' by me. My libido was jumping up and down, clapping her hands and squealing.

"May I ask you a personal question, Mr. Jackson?" I said, suddenly bold.

"You may ask me anything you like, Ms. Thomas." he replied with a smile.

"Would you do me the very great honor of allowing me to cook dinner for you this Saturday night to thank you for your kindness?" I looked at him steadily, not at all sure where that had come from. It's not at all like me to be so bold.

He was silent. Thoughtful.

After a few uncomfortable moments when I was sure that I had overstepped my bounds, he said, "I would be delighted, with one condition."

"Ok." I said. My heart, pounding.

"The condition is that we have this dinner at my house, and you allow me to cook for you."

"Well, that kind of defeats my purpose of cooking you a meal as a 'thank you'." I replied, smiling and silently thrilled.

"The pleasure of your company will be thanks enough."

"What time would you like me to arrive?"

"Promptly at 7:30."

"It's a date." I spun on my heels - successfully this time - and strode out of his office with just a little bit of wiggle in my hips. My libido hoped he noticed.

Driving out to my apartment after work, my mind was ablaze. I had a date. A DATE! With a kind, generous, handsome, successful, masculine man that I respected. The fact that he was old enough to be my father did not bother me in the slightest. 

And my mind kept wandering to what I had felt through his trousers. My pussy was dripping wet and the musky scent of my arousal filled my car.

I ran into my apartment grabbed as many clothes as my car would hold and drove home. Home.

I realized how much I loved thinking that word - home - and how my old apartment had never felt like a home.

I couldn't wait to get home and tell Jana what had happened at work that day. I was sure she would be pleased and excited for me. 



Erika Blossoms Ch. 12



Note: This is chapter twelve of a very long story. 28 chapters so far, with quite a ways to go before the tale is told. It is wide ranging and will eventually touch on interracial sex, dom women, lesbian sex, true love, group sex, revenge sex, bisexuality and much, much more. I hope you enjoy it. 

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CHAPTER TWELVE -- Tuesday night

When I arrived home, Jana was sitting at the table, looking over some papers.

"I'm home." I sang out, walking through the door and dumping an armload of clothes across the couch.

"Hello, you. Just catching up from missing work yesterday." she said.

I walked over to the table and kissed her.

Even though Jana didn't have to work due to her father's wealth, I knew that she worked hard and took her career seriously. Which made me love her even more.

"Let me know when you're finished there. I have some news for you."

She looked up and at me. "What?"

"It'll wait until you're done, and I have about 6 more loads of clothes to bring up."

She nodded and went back to her work.

I went into my room. The clothes I had dumped out on my bed that morning were hung and put away, folded and put into the dresser and the bed was made. 

Oh yeah, I thought, Tuesday. Margery was here today. It felt like Monday.

I quickly changed my clothes -- sweats and a t-shirt and tennis shoes, my hair in a ponytail.

When I was finished hauling up the clothes and dumping them on the bed, Jana was still working, so I busied myself putting away my clothes.

We finished about the same time. She came into my room and flopped down on the bed.

"I called the mover today and set everything up to get your stuff hauled over here. Go by there tomorrow at lunch or after work, and put a yellow sticky note on the things you want brought over here and the rest of it will go to Goodwill."

I marveled at her. Always so on the ball and two steps ahead of me.

Feeling playful, I jumped on top of her. "Thank you. That is so thoughtful." I kissed her on the neck.

"So, what's this big news you have?" she asked.

"I have a date Saturday night."

"Shut Up!" she squealed. "You do not!"

"I DO!" I couldn't stop smiling.

"Oh my god! TELL!" She was smiling too.

"It's Mr. Jackson. My boss."

"Why you slutty little harlot. Barely out of one relationship with a complete pervert, then you lure me into your bed with your wanton sluttiness, and now you've managed to seduce your boss!"

I nodded vigorously, grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh my god. Jack is such a hottie! I would so fuck his lights out!"

I rolled off of her and threw myself down on the bed next to her. "Oh, fuck me Mr. Jackson, fuck me harder!" I panted as I bucked my hips up and down on the bed.

We both laughed and laughed.

"We have to go to dinner. You have to tell me all about how you managed to pull this off."

She kissed me full on the lips and bounded out of the room. "I'm going to put on some jeans. Get dressed!"

Shortly, we were on our way to our favorite pizza place. We got a dark booth in the back corner.

"Ok, tell me. Every detail." 

Over pizza and margaritas, in hushed tones, I told her the entire story, leaving out none of the details. She hung on every word, nodding now and then. When I got to the falling down part, she stopped me.

"You actually grabbed his cock?" she asked, her eyes and smile wide.

I pointed to my left hand, grinned and nodded as I lowered my lips to my straw for a sip of my margarita.

She howled. Her laughter was like music.

"And it was hard?"

I shrugged, "It felt... big."

"Oh. My. God." she said.

I finished the rest of it, telling her how he had turned my invitation around on me and we ended up making a date at his house.

"Ok, you know that he and my dad are best friends, right?"

"Yes, he got me the interview in the first place. We handle all your dad's legal stuff."

"Right. I had forgotten that. They used to hang out with my mom and dad all the time. My mom and June were great friends."

"We heard all about his divorce. June was cheating on him with the pool boys. The black pool boys. God only knows who else."

She went on. "He walked right in on her one morning. They were fucking her from both ends on a chaise lounge by the pool. He was devastated."

"I would imagine." I said.

"Anyhow, after the divorce, she moved out west somewhere. We've never seen or heard from her again."

"I wonder why they never had kids."

"She couldn't."

"Awww. He'd be a great dad."

"He sure would. And get this. My mom has been trying to fix him up for years now, but he's incredibly gun-shy and really choosy about who he goes out with."

"That's understandable." I said, silently pleased at this.

"He'll go out a few times, be the perfect gentleman, and then just quit calling. Mom says that she doesn't think he's slept with anyone since his divorce. None of the friends she's fixed him up with have, that's for sure, and they have really tried. Those single friends of Mom's are relentless. Especially for a catch like him."

"Really?"

"That's what she thinks. She says that June cheating on him truly broke his heart, that he really loved her. She thinks he's afraid of getting hurt like that again and won't let anyone near him."

"That's so sad. I never knew. I've heard talk at the office talk about how hard the divorce was for him, but I never knew the details." I said.

"I'll bet that you're the only person outside of the two of them and my family who know those details. He's very private. Well, and the two pool boys who were spit roasting June." She giggled.

"Oh, and one last tidbit. Mom says he never invites anyone he dates to his house. Ever."

I looked at my phone. It was still early. 7:45.

"What are we going to do now?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Let's see, we're not dressed to do much." she said, thoughtful. "I know, let's go down to Jimmy's and see who's playing tonight. We can walk from here."

I agreed. I paid the bill and we walked out the door. It was just beginning to get dark.

"I'm happy for you." she said.

"I knew you would be."

"He's a prize. If he weren't an old family friend, I'd be chasing him, but it would be like dating my uncle. I'll be totally jealous if you two hook up and get serious."

"No you wouldn't. You'd be happy for me. And besides, the chances of that are pretty remote. This is just a thank you dinner. It's not really a date, date."

She smiled up at me "We shall see." She reached out and put her arm around my waist and pulled me closer as we walked.

"I have you for another 6 nights at least. You have to pay off your bet." She smiled up at me.

We stopped. I leaned down and gave her a kiss. "A Thomas girl always pays her debts."

We walked the remaining two blocks down to Jimmy's. Being a Tuesday night, it wasn't crowded. A local cover band was playing halfheartedly in the back of the room. We got a table near the bar and ordered drinks.

"This place is not happening tonight. But it's early still." she said as she looked around the room. She began flipping through her phone. I saw her pecking away, presumably texting someone.

We chatted about everything and nothing, just enjoying each others company.

About 30 or 45 minutes after we had sat down, I saw Jana look up and smile broadly.

"Oh look. It's Justin and Mike. What a pleasant surprise." She looked at me and winked.

They walked over and Jana made introductions. I knew Justin a little. Jana had dated him a few times that I knew of. Mike was new to me.

They joined us at the table, and the bartender brought them a each a beer.

Mike was tall, about 6' 2", had sandy blonde hair. Cute. About 27 or 28 I was guessing. 

We all made small talk, pretended to listen to the band and people watched as the club filled up to about half full. 

At 10:00, a new band came onstage. A big improvement over the first one. Much more energy, and danceable.

We all danced. I took turns with both Justin and Mike. Jana and I took a few turns together as well. It was fun and there wasn't any hookup pressure, just dancing and drinking and having fun.

About 11:00 Jana said, "We had better be heading home. I have a full day tomorrow." 

I paid our tab and we moved out to the sidewalk. I saw Jana whispering to Justin for a few moments as we were saying our goodbyes. 

As I was saying goodbye to Mike, I overheard Jana say to Justin, "9:00. Don't be late." She gave him a kiss.

We walked back to the car. I was just a teeny little bit tipsy, about as much as I ever like to be. The night had turned cool, just a bit nipple-y.

Jana drove us home.

We undressed, removed our makeup and climbed into my bed together. She cuddled in close to me, her leg draped across my thighs, her arm across my tummy.

"Are you ready to pay another installment of your debt?" she asked.

"I am." I said, wondering what sort of delicious treat she had in mind for me tonight.

"Ok, this is what I want. I want you to tell me a story. A sexy story. Involving you and two other people. I can't be one of those people." she said. "Begin."

I caught myself chewing my lip, took a deep breath and said:

**********

I am traveling somewhere in southern Europe, let's call it Southern Spain. I am on a train. I am traveling alone. I have just broken up with my lover the week before, after I caught him cheating with my best friend, the slut. 

(I gave Jana a little pinch on the side of her breast, and she gave me a squeeze)

My heart is broken, because I was in love with him, and by the betrayal of my best friend, the slut.

(Jana giggled and said 'you're cheating')

I take the train to try and forget, and to try and mend my poor, poor broken heart.

The second night as I am sitting in the dining car alone, I notice a man. He is staring at me with dark and brooding eyes. He is alone.

He is dark skinned. He looks to be Persian, perhaps Turkish. Tall, broad shouldered, wavy black hair. Elegantly dressed in a dark suit and tie.

Just as I am about to signal the porter over to send him an invitation to dine with me, a petite woman joins him. She is exceptionally beautiful. He stands and bows as she arrives. They sit together.

My hopes for a night of passion dashed, I turn my attention to the menu.

Presently, I look up to see the exceptionally beautiful woman standing next to my table. In perfect English and what sounds like an exclusive English boarding school accent, she invites me to join them. I look over at the man. He is smiling warmly. His dark eyes smoulder. 

I accept the invitation and move to their table. The dark, brooding man stands and bows as I arrive. He takes my hand and kisses it lightly. He makes a little sign with his hand and whispers to the attentive porter. The porter disappears through the door at the back of the car.

Soon, a meal appears. An elegant, 5 star meal, prepared by their personal chef and brought from their private dining car. I learn that their private accommodation consists of 4 cars; 1 each for Dining, sleeping, sitting and storage.

The conversation is engaging, the meal is delicious, and I feel an immediate connection with them both. They explain to me that they had grown tired of their private car and had come up to the dining car in hopes of finding suitable companionship for the remainder of their journey. They are on their way to Paris, the same as I.

They go on to explain that the man, Julian, is nephew to the Prince of Monaco and that she is his mistress. Because of dynastic concerns, they cannot marry.

After the meal, they invite me to their private car for an after-dinner aperitif. 

I accept. Drinks are poured by a man-servant who remains silent and keeps his eyes to himself.

The drink is strong and sweet. I have never tasted the like of it before. Absinthe, she names it. It makes me light headed.

The beautiful woman takes me by the hand and leads me to the sleeping car. It is as if I were floating though the air with her. The décor of the sleeping car is decadent and lush. She leads me to the bed. She undresses me. She undresses herself. 

I see the man watching from a chair in the corner. He has removed his jacket.

The petite woman is on top of me. Licking, probing, squeezing, her long black hair across my breasts. Her tongue inside me. It is like a dream. My orgasm floats in and out of my body, sometimes heavy, sometimes like a feather. Cresting and peaking, then retreating. Ongoing.

I look and see the beautiful man sitting naked. His long thin cock draped over his thigh. It is uncircumcised and beautiful. I see it rising off his thigh, throbbing bigger with each beat of his heart. It is curved upward with a prominent glans. I wonder how it will feel inside me, in my mouth, in my cunt. Perhaps he will want to take me anally. I decide that I would not resist should he want my virgin rosebud.

The petite woman ties my wrists and then my ankles to the posts of the canopied bed. She is atop me, rubbing, licking, probing, grinding. My orgasm running through me like a forest fire.

She lightly thrusts her pussy into my face, her scent intoxicating and exotic. I lick her until my tongue is deep inside her pussy and she is moaning in a language I do not understand. 

Her sweet juices flood my face as her orgasm peaks and makes her shudder and cry out. Once her orgasm is complete, the exotic woman unties me.

The handsome man, suddenly at my side, his cock looming above me. 

He is rough where she was gentle. The contrast between them is wonderful. He flips me onto all fours enters me forcefully from behind, like a man used to taking what he wants.

He firmly pushes me down onto my tummy. He thrusts his thin, uncircumcised cock into me over and over and over, his hands beneath me, pinching and squeezing my tender breasts. His long, thin cock is like molten steel, hard, hot. He is fucking my cunt savagely. My orgasm is equally savage. It rips through me.

He takes my hips in his hands and pulls me against him, he is in me deeper than anyone before him, slamming my tender cunt with his long, slender cock. My cunt is on fire. The intensity of my orgasm is nearly unbearable as he slams his uncircumcised cock into me again and again and again. I feel the juices from my cunt running down my thighs.

Suddenly, I feel his molten steel against the last of my virginity. Slowly, forcefully, unyeildingly, he pushes his throbbing cock into me. I cry out - in pain or pleasure, I cannot say.

He slams into me over and over and over. I am lost in this new sensation of pleasure and pain and dominance. 

I feel his orgasm before he does. I feel it deep inside me as his cock gets thicker, harder, hotter. He pours himself into me, collapsing against my back.

Then I am kneeling between his legs, his long, uncircumcised cock in my mouth. I suck and stroke his cock, mesmerized by its texture, the way his foreskin moves against my tongue, the taste of us mingled together. I want his cum in me again, to taste it, to swallow it, to posses it.

I suck faster and harder and stroke it tighter. I sense this pleases the handsome man who is nephew of the Prince. 

She is behind me, pinching, fingering, purring against my cunt, licking the dirty hole that had just been so savagely fucked. My orgasm does not stop, it washes over me again and again and again. Relentlessly.

Again, I feel his orgasm approaching. I have him deep in my mouth, stroking with one hand, his balls in the other. The thick head of his thin cock straining.

She is licking my cunt with long, deep strokes. She is pushing her tongue deep into my dripping pucker. She is sucking out what was recently left there.

His orgasm explodes across my tongue and lips as I stroke and suck and lick his dark cock.

When he is spent, she is kissing me deeply, sharing his taste, his gift, sharing him with me. She purrs against me. 

The train rolls on through the night.

The End.

**********

"That was delicious." Jana said. "I especially liked how you made him uncircumcised. Saying that he had a 'long thin cock' was a nice touch too. Oh yeah, and using the word 'cunt' was especially hot."

"Thank you." 

I am pleased that she liked it.

"Have you ever had anal?" she asks.

"No, but the last few days have me curious about it."

"Feel my cunt." she says as she kisses me. 

She takes my hand and pushes it down against her very wet and swollen cunt. Her clitoris is fully exposed atop her pussy.

"Now, make me cum." she orders me.

"As you wish." I said, and remembered the way she taught me how to make our cunts kiss one another.



Erika Blossoms Ch. 13-14



Note: These are chapters 13 and 14 of a very long story. I decided to start doubling up on some of these. 35 chapters so far, with quite a ways to go before the tale is told. It is a wide ranging story with lots of twists and turns, and will eventually touch on interracial sex, dominant women, lesbian sex, true love, group sex, revenge sex, bisexuality and much, much more. I hope you enjoy it. 

And thanks to everyone for the comments and emails. I appreciate them all.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN - Wednesday

The next morning, I was up early again. This lifestyle was definitely agreeing with me. I was sleeping so soundly and waking up completely refreshed. I attributed it to the wonderfully satisfying sex of the nights previous. I had never realized what a robust sex life would do for me.

I was also looking forward to going to work, I thought to myself. I thought again about Mr. Jackson's rough hand – and the other parts of him as well.

I made breakfast again. I found a Belgian Waffle maker in the cupboard and made waffles. Fresh fruit on the side. Coffee.

We ate breakfast much the same as the morning before. Just two days was too soon to call it a routine, but I felt myself settling in. It felt nice.

In the shower afterwards, I remembered a dream I had while spooning against Jana's back – or, parts of a dream I should say.

In my dream, I was making love with a man. I couldn't see his face. He was lying atop me, thrusting into me, his face buried in my hair and neck and shoulder as I was urging him deeper and harder into me. I remember feeling frustrated that my orgasm would not come.

In another flash of what I could remember from he dream, his erect cock was between my breasts, pushing closer and closer to my open mouth. It was an uncircumcised cock, thick and heavy. The head would emerge and retract as it slid between my breasts. I got goose bumps with the thought of it.

After I ran a razor over my lower legs, I reached down and gave myself a quick orgasm with my fingers thinking about uncircumcised cocks thrusting into me.

Lovemaking with Jana was sublime. I adored everything about it. The way it made me feel so feminine, but strong at the same time. And I especially loved how emotionally fulfilling it was, and how she gently controlled me. I felt truly and deeply loved. I hoped she felt the same way.

Even so, there was no doubt about it, I decided, I needed a good old-fashioned fucking. From a man. With a cock. Preferably, I had decided, a cock bigger than the last one I had seen. I needed to see what a big cock was all about. I was pretty sure I would like it.

And then I remembered the harness/dildo thing that... (Jason! Good Lord, had I already forgotten his name?) Jason had bought and left at my old apartment the night Jana had fucked him with it. 

I wondered what it would be like to have Jana use it on me, and I made a quick mental note to grab it tonight when I was at my apartment, tagging things for the movers.

Out of the shower and toweling off my hair, I looked at my phone and checked the time. One of the benefits of moving in with Jana and getting up early was that I had all the time in the world in the mornings. The location of her – our – home cut about 25-30 minutes off my morning commute. I had nearly an hour before I needed to leave for the office.

I was sitting at my dressing counter putting on my makeup when Jana came in, looking hot in a her work clothes. Her skirt was tailored perfectly. It hugged her hips deliciously.

She leaned over and gave me a kiss. I got a peek at her deep cleavage as she did.

"I wish I could be a spider on the wall at your office today." she said, leaning against the marble sink counter. She smiled a wicked little smile at me. "What are you going to wear?"

I thought for a moment. "I think I'm going to go very conservative today. I don't want to seem–" 

"Like a wanton slut in heat?" she helpfully interrupted.

"Like a wanton slut in heat." I agreed.

"I think that's a smart move." she said. "Ok, then. I'm off. I'm still trying to dig out from missing Monday."

I looked up at her. Her beauty pierced me. "I love you Jana Douglas."

"And I love you Erika Thomas."

She was out the door.

Looking through my wardrobe, I picked out my nicest slacks. Prada, black crepe wool, and perfectly tailored. They rode low on my hips and made my ass look fantastic, and they made my legs look a mile long. I don't know how they do it, but good tailoring makes such a dramatic difference. 

They were cut for three-inch heels or they would drag the ground. 

I was about to slip on my black patent leather Monolo's, but spotted my creme-colored, open-toe Louboutin's and had a naughty thought.

What if I were to paint my toenails with fuck-me-red nail polish and let them peek out the toes of my shoes while wearing my very conservative outfit today?

I quickly decided that I had to do it.

I sat down and painted my toenails with a shade of red that was deep, but still fairly bright. No need to go overboard with something whoreish. I hoped that I had time to do my nails before I ran out the door.

While my toenails were still drying, I very carefully slipped on my sheerest, nudest bra, and a simple creme linen blouse. Over that, I pulled on my navy blazer.

I checked my look in the mirror and considered my hair. Maybe pull it up in a severe bun? A playful ponytail? As I played with it, I decided it was time for a trip to the stylist. Maybe even time for a new style.

I settled on a wide, silver beret that pulled my hair behind my ears and held it so that it fell down my back. I had to remind myself that I was going for conservative, not school-marmish or school-girlish.

And with that in mind, I decided not to do the nails on my hands with the same shade of red I had done my toes with. I wanted to have just a hint of 'oh-my-goodness-what-is-going-on-under-there', and the toenails accomplished that to perfection.

I set off to the office, knowing that I would arrive fairly early.

As I strode through the lobby of our building, the security guard Jerome let out a low whistle. "Ohhhh Mizz Thomas, you lookin' fiii-iii-iiine today."

A three-syllable 'fine'. Most days it was two syllables. My carefully chosen outfit was going to be just fii-ii-ine.

"Thank you, Jerome." I gave him a sweet smile as I walked past his desk, with just a little more bounce in my step.

I settled into my cubicle and began working. It was just outside Mr. Jackson's office. Situated so that he could see into it from his office door, but not from sitting at his desk. His office door was closed most of the time anyway, to keep the distractions to a minimum. 

His personal assistant, Jennifer was across the aisle from me. Jennifer was capable and pleasant. Married with two kids that she adored and talked about just a little too much. She was also a bit of a gossip. I got along with her fine, but I kept my personal business to myself with her. 

She generally arrived earlier than I did from dropping her kids off at school. I was early enough to arrive ahead of her. I had seen a few of my co-workers already at their desks or in the break room.

Mr. Jackson and I did most of our official daily communication via email, and we kept a g-chat window open all day for little things. He used that to ask me questions about deadlines and quick, unofficial progress reports, things like that. I would use it to ask him for hints on case law and the like. It was always professional, but friendly and a bit informal. 

He always addressed me in any communication as E. Corny, but sweet. He could be playful in a businesslike way.

He was a stickler for a clean desk and I always made sure that my desk was neat before I left for the day. I reached in my drawer to get a pen and noticed a little bag of Hershey's Kisses that were there from Valentine's Day.

My immediate thought was to put one on his desk anonymously. "Wouldn't that be cute?" I thought. 

My second thought was that I was a silly girl with a dangerously undisciplined mind. I mentally slapped myself in the face and shouted at my brain to wake up, be alert, do my job and quit being such a ninny.

"Be PROFESSIONAL!" I hissed at myself fiercely.

Part of my duties was to pitch in and help Jennifer on the filing - as my time allowed – which was strictly dictated by how big a case load Mr. Jackson was carrying at the time. At the moment, we were fairly light and didn't have anything big or pressing going on.

So I checked the basket on Jennifer's desk and picked up a stack of files. Mr. Jackson had a simple but rigid filing system: Pink for Personal, Orange for Office, Blue for Billing, etc., etc. 

I separated them into piles, alphabetized them and went about the task of filing them. I saved the Personal files for last. They were kept in a locked cabinet in his office. A key to it was in my desk. 

I decided to wait until he arrived to file them for two reasons. I never go into that file without him in there, and I wanted to make an entrance. 

Conservatively, of course, I thought to myself with a little smile.

It was almost 9:00 and the office was filling up. I went to the breakroom for a cup of coffee.

I am 5' 10 ½" in my bare feet. With these 3" heels on, I am over 6' tall. As I poured my coffee, I wondered just how tall Mr. Jackson was. I decided that he had to be at least 6' 1." I hoped. I knew that he and I were pretty close to eye to eye, but I had never given it any real thought.

I stopped by Brandon's cubicle on my way back to my desk. He was another paralegal and my closest work friend. A few years older than I, he and his long-time partner Bryan were in Jana's big social circle. They frequented the art openings and social events that Jana was always attending. I am very fond of him. I hadn't had the chance to talk with him yesterday.

He was working already, his head in a file. I walked into his cubicle and sat down on the edge of his desk. I sipped my coffee loudly to get his attention.

He looked up. His eyes widened, he pushed back from his desk, and leaned back in his chair. He looked me up and down and gave me a low, soft whistle.

"So, who are you trying to kill today?"

"No one." I smiled across the top of my coffee cup.

"Too bad. You look fantastic. Seriously girl, you got it going on today."

"Thank you Brandon." I said, pleased.

"I have some news."

"Spill it." he commanded.

"I broke up with the boyfriend." I said.

"About fucking time." he muttered under his breath.

Then, brightly, "Oh I'm so sorry! Are you all right? Is there anything I can do? Do you need a shoulder? A hankie? A giant tub of chocolate ice cream?" He grinned.

I stuck my tongue out at him. One of the things I loved about him was his wicked sense of humor. He had a way of keeping things light even when things were heavy.

"Seriously, are you ok?"

"I'm better than ok." I said.

He turned his chin and gave me that look.

"I see that you are." he said. "So, who is the lucky fella?"

"No one." I smiled and batted my eyelashes.

He squinted at me.

"Spill it." he commanded.

"I've moved in with Jana." I told him.

I've never seen Brandon genuinely shocked until then. His jaw dropped open.

He stood up, looked over the cubicles to make sure no one else was listening in. "Moved in, moved in?" he asked, the inference clear.

"Sort of." I allowed.

"What do you mean, 'sort of'?"

I shrugged.

"Goddamit! Girls have it so easy." His voice was low, "I move in with my boyfriend and everyone is 'oooh, look at the little faggot and his sissy boyfriend' and 'OMG! BUTTSEX!', but a pretty girl moves in with another pretty girl and everyone is all 'OMG, that's so fucking hot!'." he ranted. 

His voice softened and he grinned at me. "And they are right, it is pretty fucking hot, even to me. I mean, I'm not completely gay."

I was giggling and trying not to make too much noise with it.

He reached out and took my free hand. "Really, I'm happy for you guys. We'll have you over for dinner soon. I want to hear all about it."

"I would love that. But I don't know if it's a thing or not. I mean, it is a thing but... I do like boys you know."

"As evidenced by the recently discontinued boyfriend." he snarked. "Wait, that was mean."

I giggled.

"I have a date Saturday night – with a man." I said.

"And Jana is ok with that?"

"Of course! It's a double date that she set up!"

He shook his head and cracked a crooked smile. "We have to go to lunch. I have to hear all about this. I'm not going to be able to wait until we can schedule a dinner date."

I nodded. "That's a wonderful idea."

"Now, go away and leave me alone. I have a shit-ton of work to get done."

I turned to leave, then stopped. "I've decided to go to law school in the fall."

He looked up from his work. "Well, aren't we just full of surprises this morning?"

I nodded.

"Well it's about time. You'll be a fantastic attorney. Lunch later?"

"Tomorrow. I have something I have to take care of today."

He nodded and I walked back to my desk feeling buoyant.

I sat down at my desk and got busy with my to-do list. After about 20 minutes, I saw Mr. Jackson walk into his office.

I watched my screen and saw him log into g-chat. I heard as he checked his voice mail – which he always does on speaker phone. Routine messages. Heard him dial his phone and start a conversation with a colleague about a case.

Picking up the stack of Personal files, I walked into his office. He was in an animated, friendly conversation with his colleague.

He looked up as I walked in and did a little double take. I pretended not to notice as I unlocked the cabinet and began filing. I went about my work quietly and efficiently. When I was finished, I walked out silently. He was still talking on the phone. I willed myself to not look his way, but I did put just a little swing in my hips as I walked out.

After a few minutes, I heard him finish his phone call. I realized I was listening obsessively to what was going on in his office and gave myself another mental face-slap to shut it down and get busy working.

So that's what I did. I dug into my list and started knocking them out.

After about 40 minutes, I checked my email. There was one from Mr. Jackson. It detailed the new law school attendance policy. I looked it over carefully. He had modified a couple of things. The 'full salary' thing was gone completely, and the 'all employees' thing was changed to 'qualified employees'. I noted that 'qualified' was not defined.

I was a bit disappointed at the changes, but I resisted the urge to march into his office and ask him about them. 'It's his company, he can do whatever he wants.' I thought to myself.

I heard Mr. Jackson call out to Jennifer from his desk. "Jennifer, would you bring me the Thompson file? I have a meeting."

Jennifer left her cubicle carrying the file. Upon her return, she stopped at my cubicle.

"That new policy about law school is pretty cool." She said.

I looked up. "Yes. Very generous."

"You should totally do that. Weren't you accepted last year?"

"Yes. I was."

"It's too good a deal to pass up."

Mr. Jackson walked out, carrying the Thompson file. I made a note to my self that he needed a good briefcase.

"I'll be back after lunch. Don't let the place burn down while I'm out." He said as he walked by.

"Are you going to do it?" She was pressing.

I put down my work and looked up at her. "I'm going to think about it, Jennifer, but it sure is a generous thing for them to do."

I didn't really want to lie to her, but I didn't want her going all over the office running her mouth about my business either.

"If I were you, I'd jump all over it." She said, turning to go back to her desk.

I went back to work.

Mr. Jackson called Jennifer after lunch and told her he was out for the rest of the day. He didn't tell her what he was doing.

I was a little disappointed. I had hoped that he would say something about how I was dressed, and we hadn't even spoken to one other. But, I got a lot done that afternoon. The rest of the day was uneventful.

I drove out to my old apartment after work and went through the apartment tagging things with sticky notes. It was a little wistful.

I had lived there since graduating, and while I had no particular attachment to the place, it had been mine. I was surprised at how little of the things in the apartment I wanted brought over to Jana's.

It occurred to me that giving away virtually everything I owned to Goodwill would make my moving in with Jana a pretty permanent thing.

I considered it for a moment and quickly decided that I was ok with it. It was time to push my life forward and there wasn't anything in the place, aside from my personal things what weren't replaceable. 

I carried a few things out to my car and remembered the dildo/harness thing. I went back to get it, gave it a careful washing and put it in a bag. 

I looked around my apartment one last time. 

I closed the door behind me.

*****

CHAPTER FOURTEEN – Wednesday Evening

When I walked in, Jana gave me a low whistle. "You look like a movie star." she said. "I'll bet choked on his tongue."

"Not a word. He didn't speak to me all day. Not one word." I pouted.

She looked aghast.

"Did he see you at all?"

"Yes, I went to his office to put away some files. He was on the phone. I saw him see me."

"That rat!"

"Well, to be fair, he was out of the office for all but about an hour and a half. And what little chance I had to speak to him, he was either on the phone or Jennifer was there too."

"Well, I think you look absolutely delicious. You painted your toenails. That's a nice touch."

I smiled, please that she noticed. 

Jana and I were eating dinner together. While I was at my apartment finishing up there, she had made dinner - pasta with cream sauce, and a spinach salad.

We ate. We talked about our day.

Jana poured us a glass of wine. I took mine and said, "I'm going to get out of these clothes and then come and clean up the table and kitchen."

"I have something special tonight in regards to your debt. You're going to want to wear something other than sweats and a t-shirt."

Intrigued, I asked, "What do you suggest that I put on?"

"What have you got for lingerie?"

"Not a lot." I admitted. 

She got thoughtful for a moment.

"Ok then, go ahead and put on whatever. I have an errand to run."

And just like that, she was out the door. I looked at the clock. It was nearly 7:00.

I went and changed into sweats and a t-shirt and busied myself in the kitchen, wondering what she had in store. After the table and kitchen were cleaned, I sat down with my laptop. I logged into Facebook and browsed around catching up with my friends. I took a look at my page and noticed that it said I was still in a relationship with Jason.

I thought for a moment and changed it to "Single." Then I browsed the news and the celebrity gossip sites for a few minutes, getting bored quickly.

I put the laptop down and flipped on the TV. I surfed the channels, not finding anything worth watching. I was restless. I watched the clock. I had another glass of wine.

Finally, a few minutes before 9:00, Jana bursts in the door, carrying a large armload of packages. Justin came in behind her with more packages.

"Look who I found!" she exclaimed. 

I remembered what she had said to him the night before.

He looked great. Jeans, a skin tight t-shirt that showed off his impressive abs and cowboy boots.

Jana dumped the packages she was carrying into the armchair and sat down next to me. She put her small hand on my thigh and gave it a little squeeze.

"Ok. Here is what is about to happen. You are going to put on a little show for Justin and I."




Erika Blossoms Ch. 13-14



She leaned over and kissed me. Then she looked up at Justin, who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat, and said "Come and sit beside me." She patted the seat of the couch next to her.

"There are rules to follow. One, Justin, you may not speak directly to Erika at all, and you most certainly may not touch her at any time. Is that understood?"

"Ok." he said, a bit hesitantly, I thought.

"Erika, love, you must simply do everything I tell you to do, right?"

My heart was pounding in the back of my throat. I nodded. My libido nodded vigorously.

"Justin and I are going to get comfortable on the couch. I want you to take the packages I brought in to your bedroom, and pick something out to model for us."

My eyes grew wide. My nipples were erect. My pussy moist. My throat a little dry.

"You have a debt to pay." She looked out from under her brow at me. "Don't you?"

I felt a little smile come to my lips. "Yes. Yes I do."

"That's a good girl. Off you go then. We will be right here waiting for you. Don't be long." She gave me a deep, wet kiss. Her lips were soft and warm.

I got up and picked up the packages and carried them into my room with my tummy doing somersaults. My libido was peeking out from under the covers, excited and a little scared.

"Don't forget to put on some shoes!" she called out as I was entering my room.

I dumped all of the packages out onto my bed and looked at what she had purchased for me.

Silk night gowns, teddies, lacy bras and panties. Several pair of stockings with garters, multiple packages of hosiery. There were corsets, several babydolls, a couple of slips. What looked to be at least two dozen matching sets of bras and panties. There were even a few of pair of silk pajamas.

It was overwhelming. I had no idea where to start. As feminine and girly as I like to be, I had never really bought much lingerie. And all of these were very fine, expensive garments. All the packaging was from a couple of expensive boutiques not far from here. I looked for price tags, but found none, although I was sure she had dropped a small fortune on them.

And all of it, every piece, was tasteful and sexy, but not slutty. Well, maybe a little slutty. Ok, some of it was deliciously slutty.

I quickly peeled off my sweats, panties and t-shirt, and decided to work quickly and not think about it too much.

I picked up a lace teddy and squirmed into it. It was very tight, maybe half a size too small I thought. I matched it with a pair of garters and stockings and a lacy little pair of panties that rode low across my hips. Everything was white. I slipped on the pair of 3" Louboutin's I had worn to work earlier.

I looked in the mirror. I was pleased. I looked good. The white was a nice match for my light olive complexion.

But my-oh-my, was I ever nervous. My tummy was doing Olympic-level gymnastics.

I decided to pull on one of the long silk robes over it. It was a shimmering off-white color that matched my shoes perfectly.

I peeked out of my bedroom door into the living room.

Jana and Justin were on the couch kissing deeply. His back was in the corner of the couch, with one long leg on the floor and the other extended across the seat. 

Jana lying on top of him, her breasts pressed against him, her back arched as she kissed him.

I felt a little twinge of jealousy.

Taking a deep breath, I walked out into the living room, my heels click-clacking on the hardwood floor.

Jana turned over and looked up at me as I walked toward them.

Justin was smiling broadly.

"My goodness, that is stunning on you." she said, her eyes smoldering.

I didn't know what to do. I just stood there.

I saw Jana reach for her phone. She launched the camera and took a picture. 

"Do a little turn for me, sweetheart."

I turned around, trying to do it gracefully. I heard the camera click a couple of times. 

"Ok! That is gorgeous on you. A definite keeper. Let's see something else."

I heard her whisper to him as I walked away, "I told you it would be worth your time, didn't I?"

I walked back to my bedroom, putting just a little sass in my hips. I felt my pussy lips rubbing together as I walked, the moistness increasing.

The next outfit was a tissue thin bra and panty set in a smoky red, with a different pair of shoes. I didn't put on a robe. It was just the bra and panties, my nipples trying to poke holes in the thin material, and my dripping pussy making an immediate wet spot.

I walked out. Clickity-clack.

This time, Jana was on her back with Justin kneeling above her. They were kissing frantically. He had one hand into her partially open blouse and under her bra. 

They looked up. Jana sat up, looking mussed.

"That is spectacular on you. That bra... Oh my. That bra. Take a turn."

The phone. A turn. 'Click' 'click' 'click' went the camera.

As I walked back to my room, I heard Jana say "Would you look at that ass?" Justin whispered something I couldn't hear.

The next outfit was pantyhose with a thong, a bustier and a short, baby doll length robe that I left open. The bustier had a little shelf that pushed my breasts up. My nipples were bare. Different shoes again.

This time, I walked out with a lot of sass in my step. I was feeling confident and sexy and safe.

Jana was sitting in Justin's lap. Her blouse and bra on the floor. He had kicked his boots off. His face was buried in her chest, both hands kneading her full breasts. Her hands were on the side of his head, her head thrown back.

"Clickity-Clack" my shoes said.

She turned at the waist to look at me with a glazed look on her face. She smiled a dazzling smile at me, climbed off his lap and sat down next to him. Her nipples puffy and bright pink, the way she gets when she is aroused. It pleased me that I knew that about her.

She put a hand in his crotch, rubbing and squeezing what looked like an impressively hard cock through his boxers. His pants were off.

When Justin looked at me, he let out a "Whoa."

This time, I didn't need to be told to take a turn. I turned and posed. I strutted around. I let the robe fall from my shoulders, hooking on my elbows. My nipples were desperately hard, my pussy drippy and achy.

"I'm speechless. I am without speech." Jana said.

'Click' 'click' 'click' went the camera.

As I left to put on another set of lingerie, I heard Jana say "You wouldn't believe how delicious her pussy tastes".

This time, I put on an emerald green silk baby doll with my tallest pair of heels – 4 inches – shiny silver with straps. The baby doll hit me just below my panty line. My bare pussy was peeking out from under it. My musky scent faintly filling the room. 

I couldn't resist running a finger between the lips of my pussy. I was drenched.

This time, as I entered the room, Jana was kneeling on the floor between Justin's legs. He was completely naked. She was naked except for her panties. I could see her head moving slowly up and down in his crotch. His head was thrown back against the back of the couch and his eyes were shut tightly.

Clickity-clack, my shoes said.

Justin sat up first. His eyes wide, looking at me from top to bottom, then, locking in on my pussy.

"goddam." I heard him say. 

Jana kept right on doing what she was doing.

Feeling bold, I ran my hand down to my pussy and pushed two fingers in, my head back. It wouldn't take much for me to go off like a rocket.

"Erika."

I opened my eyes and looked at her. She had turned around and was sitting at Justin's feet.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." Her eyes were blazing.

She rose to her feet. She walked up to me, and pulled me into her arms. She stood on her tiptoes, pulled my face to hers and we kissed.

I could feel her lips in a whole new way. They were plump and moist and warm like always, but they felt different – plumper, moister, warmer. I guessed that it was because she had just had Justin's cock in her mouth. It was like her mouth was more alive or something. I loved the way they felt against mine.

She broke the kiss and looked directly into my eyes. She mouthed the words "I love you." soundlessly.

Then she turned around. We both looked down at Justin on the couch. He was slowly rubbing his cock. Not jacking it, just sort of massaging it slowly and sensually.

And oh my god, the size of it.

It was my turn for wide-eyed staring.

"Jana..."

"I know. It's something, isn't it?

"Now I'm speechless."

It was, by far, the biggest one I had ever seen in person. It wasn't the longest one I had ever seen, the black one in the video we had seen at Jason's apartment was far longer, but the thickness of this one was something to behold.

She took me by the hand and led me over to the couch. She pushed me down on the couch next to Justin, and then sat down on the other side of him.

She took his cock in her little hand. It looked as if she could wrap both hands around it end to end, and not hide it completely.

I looked at it intently. Noticeably thicker at the base, it tapered toward the end, and was capped by a pointed head.

Jana bent over and took it in her mouth again. The farther she sucked it into her pretty mouth, the wider her mouth was forced open. It was a wildly lewd thing to witness.

She sucked it in and out slowly. He was moaning softly.

"goddam, Jana, you are the best cocksucker I've ever had."

Hearing him call her 'cocksucker' sent a shiver through my whole body.

She sucked his cock for what seemed like a long time, with the same, steady, slow rhythm, saliva dripping down the shaft and over her hand where she held it at the base.

She finally sat up, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

"I love sucking this cock." she said.

His cock head was swollen and bright pink, looking ready to burst, but it still wasn't as big around as the base of his cock.

"The way it tapers feels so good when he's fucking my pussy." she said to me. "It's a unique sensation. It almost hurts when he is all the way in my pussy."

With that statement, she rose up off the couch, pushed her panties down, turned her ass to him, and sat down across his lower belly. His cock was standing straight up between her legs.

"Take it in your hand." she told me.

Trembling, I reached down and touched it. It jumped. I pulled my hand back quickly. He moaned. 

"Take it in your hand." Again, firmly.

I reached down again, and took it in my hand. It was heavy. Thick. Hot. Hard as a rock. The heft of it was... I don't know the right word.

"Stroke it up and down."

I could close my fingers all the way around it at the head, but at the base, my fingers were about an inch apart.

My libido was screaming at me.

"Rub the head against my pussy." She leaned back against his chest.

I pushed his cock head up and down through the slit of her swollen, moist pussy.

They were both moaning softly as I continued to drag his cock head through her plump pussy.

She reached into the cushions, pulled out a condom and handed it to me.

"Put this on his cock."

I tore open the package, and began rolling the condom down his cock.

He moaned and his cock throbbed in my hand.

When it was completely rolled down his cock, she pushed her hips down, her plump pussy sliding halfway down onto his cock.

She gasped. He moaned louder. I leaned forward for a better look.

She started riding him slowly. His hands reaching around, holding her tits, pinching her nipples softly.

She rose and fell, each time, his cock went a little deeper. 

"Uuunnn. He's is stretching my cunt so good."

She made a final push and sat down fully on his cock. It was all the way in.

She started rolling her hips gently.

"So good. So good. So good." She said over and over.

She bent forward and put her hands on his knees. Her knees closed and she put her feet on the floor between his wide spread knees.

He grabbed her by the hips as she started lifting her hips up and down, slowly and steadily.

I leaned back against the couch. His cock was stretching her plump pussy lips lewdly. As she rose with each stroke, I could see his cock pulling her inner labia along the length of his cock. 

It was a mesmerizing thing to see. He was turning her inside out with that beautiful, glorious cock.

Her pussy juices were running down his shaft and across his balls.

He turned his hands over and placed them below her ass, and started lifting her up and down, faster and faster. His biceps bulging, his abs rippling.

"yesyesyes, justlikethat, I'mgonnacumsohard."

I reached down and touched my clit. It was harder than it has ever been. I was sure that it wouldn't take more than a few strokes with my finger to get off.

She was slamming her pussy down on his cock over and over. Her breasts were bouncing up and down so beautifully. He had shifted his hands a bit so that he was spreading her pussy open. The way her labia was clinging to his cock on the withdrawal was even more pronounced.

She sat down hard on him, and made that low groan that she makes as she cums, and continued to grind her pussy over his dick, buried all the way in her.

She had a deep orgasm, moaning and grinding and shivering.

Her orgasm over, she fell back across his chest, slowly rolling her hips on his thick cock. He squeezed her breasts and rolled her nipples between his long fingers.

She looked over at me, a dreamy smile on her face. "Lick my pussy softly." She told me.

It took me a second to realize what she was saying. She wanted me to get between her legs and lick her pussy while he was still inside her!

I got up, knelt between their open legs. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating. Her pussy was forced open lewdly. Her clit like a pink marble atop her stretched open pussy. 

I tentatively lowered my mouth to her pussy and took her clitoris between my lips.

I felt her hand atop my head as she pulled me in tighter.

"Suck it. Suck my clit. Suck it hard." She growled and moaned.

I sucked it hard and flicked it with the tip of my tongue.

His ass had slid off the seat of the couch as they were fucking, and he began fucking her pussy with short, sharp strokes. I could feel his cock sliding against my lower lip and chin.

"SogoodSogoodSoooo...."

I could feel her pussy clenching his cock, as he pumped her pussy faster and faster.

She was cumming again, very intensely judging by the amount of juice being pumped out of her pussy.

I began to lap at her pussy with my tongue, tasting her. I could feel his cock against my lips, and on my tongue as I pushed my tongue as deeply into her as I could, his cock hot and hard and wet against the underside of it.

Suddenly, she pushed me away.

"Enough! I can't take anymore." She stood suddenly and rose off his cock and sat back down on his stomach.

His cock flopped out of her pussy, and her pussy now free of it, gushed juices down across his crotch.

His beautiful cock was pointing straight at my face. Jana took it in her hand and started stroking it - so wet with our mingled fluids that it was slipping easily through her fist.

I was hopeful that she was about to tell me to suck it – and I wanted to so badly – but she surprised me.

"Stand up, sweetheart, and turn around." She said to me.

She continued to slowly pump his cock with her fist.

"Bend over and show us your pussy."

I bent over at the waist, putting my hands on my shins and arching my back. Now I was hopeful that she was going to tell him to slide his fat dick inside my hungry pussy. I was a little frightened by its size, but excited at the thought of it. Finally, a real mans fat cock in me.

"Doesn't she have the most beautiful pussy you've ever seen?" She asked Justin.

"It's tiny." He replied.

I looked over my shoulder, they were still in the same position, but Justin had leaned over so he could look at me.

"And look at that little round ass, it's so firm and tight. I bet you'd like to fuck it, wouldn't you?"

"Yes." He was panting.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to settle for me." She said. "She is off limits to you." My libido threw a stamping fit. I was dying to get fucked. I wanted that fat cock in me so badly.

I heard the couch squeak. I looked over my shoulder and she had stood up and put her tummy across the arm of the couch, her ass high in the air.

"Fuck me." She told him.

He climbed up and pushed his cock into her plump pussy from behind, and started fucking her hard and fast. I could tell his orgasm was close.

"Fuck me harder. Fuck me like a slut. Fuck me with that fat cock. I want your cum. Fuck me harder you bastard!"

She was drawing his orgasm out with her words. He was pounding against her ass.

"Oh god, it's coming..." He moaned.

"Fuck. My. Pussy. Harder." She said with each stroke of his cock, as he plunged it into her again and again.

"I'm cumming!" He shouted.

And then they did the most unexpected thing.

He pulled out of her pussy and flung the condom to the floor. 

She quickly flipped over and he pushed his cock between her tits and started pumping furiously as she held them together and he pulled hard at her nipples.

His cock erupted.

All over her face, neck, and her tits, it kept spurting and spurting and spurting. I could not believe how much cum came out of his cock.

And just like that, he was done. He fell back onto the couch. His cock flopped down across his belly and then fell over to the side against his thigh.

Jana sat up, cum dripping down her tits. She leaned over and kissed his cock. She kissed it and licked it and took the head into her mouth and sucked it hard.

She was cleaning him up with her mouth. She licked his balls and his stomach and cock, cleaning his from all the co-mingled juices of their fucking.

As she was bent over, I saw a drop of his cum drip slowly from her nipple onto his thigh. In an evening packed with new experiences and highly erotic visuals, that was the one has stayed with me most clearly. I still get wet thinking about it.

She sat up again, an absolute joyous wreck to look at. Hair wild, wet with cum from her chin to her thighs. 

It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

End Part III – More to come. 



Erika Blossoms Ch. 15-17



CHAPTER FIFTEEN -- Wednesday Night Late

Ten minutes later, I was in my big, soft bed, slowly stroking my finger through my pussy, trying desperately not to cum. I had been given strict instructions not to when I was sent in here.

Jana was saying goodbye to Justin and shooing him out the door. It was taking forever.

Finally, walked through to the bathroom, and I heard the water running.

She walked in a few minutes later. She had washed all the cum from her face and breasts, and had run a brush through her hair. She was gloriously naked.

She stood at the foot of the bed. Her breasts high and hard.

"Come down here."

I scooted down to the foot of the bed. My ass was on the edge, my feet on the floor.

"Turn over."

I turned over. 

She took me by the hips and pulled me up to my trembling knees. My chest still flat against the bed. My green baby doll nightie had fallen up to my shoulders.

I had just watched her fuck Justin's thick cock while I was putting on a lingerie fashion show for them. He had cum with his cock between her tits, making a holy mess of her with a shocking amount of cum.

I felt Jana's hot breath against my pussy.

"Please..." was all I could say. I was in heat. If I didn't cum soon, I would surely die.

I felt the barest whisper of her tongue on my exposed asshole. It clenched.

"Please..."

I felt her hands on my ass, gently pulling me back open.

Her tongue, licking my ass. Me, giving myself over to it.

"Please..." A whisper, a plea.

Her tongue moved down and snaked deep into my pussy hole. I pushed back against her, trying to get it in deeper.

She went back and forth, from pushing her tongue deep into my pussy hole, to tickling my ass hole with the tip of her tongue.

My poor, unloved clitoris was ignored as she went up and down between the two holes. And then, I felt her full lips kiss me in that spot between them.

I shuddered as I felt her teeth against it, biting me with more force than you would think would feel good. It was sublime.

"Please..."

Finally, she moved down. I arched my back and spread my knees a bit, trying to get as open as possible for her. She licked the tender spot just below my clit, her nose pressing against my asshole.

"Please..." I was begging. Tears were falling from my eyes.

And then, sweet jesus, her tongue against my hard clitoris. Just the barest hint of it. Sweet, sweet torture.

I felt her tongue way under me, above my clit. She flicked her tongue back and forth, increasing the pressure ever so slowly.

And all at once, her full mouth on me, pressing into my pussy, sucking, licking and nibbling my clitoris with a passionate fierceness. Explosions of white light in my head. It filled the entire universe.

I don't think I actually passed out, but it was something very nearly that. It was unlike anything I could have conceived. I don't really even remember it, just that I was transported to some place 'other'.

When I came back to the world, I was lying on the bed on my back. Jana was lying next to me, up on one elbow, lightly stroking my tummy with her fingertips. Her long hair cascading down, framing her face like a blonde halo.

"Hello there." she said, smiling softly.

I reached up and pulled her down to kiss me.

"Ummm. Hello."

My body was still vibrating lightly. I knew that just a touch would get me going again.

"That was incredible." I said. "All of it."

"I'm glad you liked it. All of it."

I didn't know where to start.

"Were you jealous?" she asked.

"Just a bit, just for a moment." I admitted. "But it was ok when I realized that we were sharing something."

"Erika, my one true love, I am watching you grow, right in front of my eyes. The timid woman I have always loved, who was so unsure of herself of just last week, is growing into a strong, self-confident, self-assured woman. It is lovely to see."

I kissed her again. My libido was asking me why we weren't making love.

"I owe it all to you."

"No, you owe it to the decision to buy that first pair of pantyhose and wear them for Jason that night. You're doing this. All I'm doing is watching and going along for the ride."

I thought about that and wasn't sure she was right, but let it go. 

"So, Justin's cock..." I said.

She burst out in a huge smile. "I know! Isn't it just the damnedest thing you've ever seen?"

I nodded.

"It feels amazing. There is something about the way it gets so thick at the bottom that is just... I don't know how to describe it. It stretches me in the best way."

"I've never seen so much cum."

"Yes, he's a big shooter, that's for sure."

"I was jealous of that part." I said. "You were so beautiful. When you sat up, your hair wild, cum all over you... It was breathtaking." She kissed me again. Her lips soft and warm.

"Oh, and the way your lips felt against mine after you had been sucking him... Oh my god... That was amazing. I really loved that." She kissed me again.

"I wonder what it feels like to have a cock like that inside me."

"Your day is coming. Maybe Saturday night." she said, referring to my date with Mr. Jackson.

"Jana! I'm not going to fuck him. It's a 'thank you' dinner!" I protested.

She smiled at me as if to say 'you poor dumb thing, don't you know anything?'

"I called my mom today."

I looked up at her, thinking she had changed the subject. I put my head on her chest.

"How's mom?"

Even I called Jana's mom 'mom'. Once she had heard that I had lost my mom when I was a little girl, it was over. She even called me her 'other daughter'. I loved her. I decided I needed to see her or give her a call. It had been too long.

"She's fine. They are getting ready to go over to Paris in a couple of weeks."

I lay against her, happy and serene.

"I talked to her about Mr. Jackson."

"Oh? You didn't tell her about..."

"Of course not."

"So, what did you talk with her about?"

"I asked her if he was dating anyone. He isn't."

"Big news."

"Well, it sort of is. She said he hasn't dated anyone that she knows of in several months and she can't get him interested in anyone. She told me that Daddy says he hasn't slept with anyone since he and June divorced. I mean, we know he's sort of shy, but she can't figure it out. Wealthy, handsome, wicked smart, funny..."

"Yes. All of that. Your point?"

"Well, let's look at the facts. Cheating wife. Ugly divorce. Only politely interested in the women mom tries to set him up with. Not a 'playa'. Prostitutes are not his style."

"Ok. How did you bring him up anyhow?"

"I told her that you had decided to go to law school. She said to tell you 'congratulations' by the way. And I told her that he was basically going to pay your way. And remember, he and June were big buds with mom and dad. They were around all the time when I was a kid. He and daddy still see each other all the time. Tennis, golf, fishing, that stuff. He's kind of like an uncle. I've always known him."

"So that's how his name 'came up'." she made air quotes.

"I see." I said. "Did you tell her we're living together?"

"No. Not yet. So anyway, I have a theory."

"Let's hear it."

"I think that June completely broke his heart. That he never saw it coming and he is completely gun shy and doesn't know how to trust anyone ever again." She paused. "I also think that he is totally crushing on you, and has been for a long time now."

I laughed. "Don't be silly. He's my boss. He's sweet to me, but he's never given any indication... That's just silly."

"Think about it -- and this is where your emotional/social perception issues show up -- by the time you started working there, you were already dating the sissy."

I cringed a little inside at hearing her describe Jason like that.

"And he is nothing if not always a perfect gentleman. And he's a very guarded and private person. And he is not interested in other women. And we know he's not gay."

"Right. Ok."

"So, you walk your gorgeous self into his office and announce that you've broken up with your boyfriend, and that you have decided to go to law school, and what does he do? He asks about your emotional state, and then immediately offers to pay for your school. And, he told you how he had looked into the old boyfriend with his boss. And he said he was 'affected by you' and that he 'let his imagination run away'. And he invited you to his house. Oh, he's interested all right."

I was trying to follow her reasoning, and failing.

"Think. Why would he make such an offer?" she asks me.

"Because he's a good and decent man?" I offer.

"He is most certainly that, but keep thinking." She says.

"You're not suggesting that he's trying to... to buy me are you?

"No of course not, not consciously anyhow. But understand, men like that use money as a social lubricant. It buys access. It opens doors. He opened your door the only way he knows how."

"His invitation was a safe way for him to signal that he was 'open' to you. And you responded immediately, didn't you?" 

I was shocked because I did respond immediately. I had practically thrown myself at him now that I thought about it. I was a bit disappointed in myself suddenly. Was I that... gullible? That easy?

She went on. "He couldn't just come out an ask you out, that wouldn't be proper because you are his employee, but when you opened the dinner door with your invitation, he walked right through it and took control."

I swooned inside at the thought of him taking control of me.

"When you signaled that you were 'available' by offering to cook dinner for him, he turned it around on you -- and this is important -- he invited you to his most private and guarded place. His home. Something that we know is a very rare thing."

My head was spinning. It was too much to think about.

"Can we just talk about Justin's cock some more?" I asked.

She laughed and rolled up on top or me, her breasts pushing against mine. She leaned down and kissed me and pressed her thigh against my suddenly wide awake pussy.

"Your fashion show had us both so worked up, I can't begin to tell you. I was wishing I had a cock to fuck you with. You are so incredibly beautiful. Justin begged me to let him fuck you when you were out of the room."

"He did not!"

"Oh yes he did. I was a little jealous."

I thought for a moment. "I brought that harness thing home."

"I've thought about that too. But I'm not sure that's right for us just yet. Dildos are fun and all, but there isn't anything like a flesh and bone cock. The heat and the throbbing and all of that..." she trailed off. "You should have a long, fat dick in you first is what I'm saying. I think. Maybe."

"Anyhow, I can't wait for you to get fucked by a real man with a real cock." She said. "You are going to love it." she added, "I wish I could be there to see it."

"Maybe you can." I said.

"Maybe. But your first should be something special."

"I'm not a virgin! I have been fucked before!"

"You might as well be a virgin. Until you get something inside you bigger than that little thing that Jason had, you truly don't know. You'll see."

Something Justin said came back to me. "Justin said I have a 'tiny pussy'."

"You do have a tiny pussy."

"What does that mean exactly?"

"Hold on." She got up off the bed and went to the bathroom. She came back with a hand mirror and lay down beside me, her head right next to mine. 

She held the mirror above my pussy and angled it so that we both could see it.

"Look at it. It's tiny. The slit is no more than what, two inches, two and a half inches long, at most?"

"I don't know, I've never measured it!"

"Look at mine." She moved the mirror above her pussy. "My slit is much longer, about 4 inches. Almost twice the length of yours." She moved the mirror back to me.

"And your pussy is trim and neat and internal. Your labia is all inside, tucked away nice and neat."

The mirror above hers again.

"Mine is a plump, meaty thing, all fat lipped and spilling out of itself. My labia is trying to escape."

I giggled a little. "I love your pussy." I purred to her.

"And I love yours. But it really is tiny. I don't think you realize how... appealing that is."

I flashed on how Justin's cock turned hers inside out, puling the inner lips out as he pumped in and out of it.

And suddenly I was worried if a 'real man with a real cock' would fit inside me.

I confessed my sudden fear to Jana.

She smiled reassuringly. "I'm sure you'll be fine. A woman's cunt is a remarkably resilient and flexible thing. Think about pushing a baby out it and then tell me if you think any cock could be too big for it."

I pondered that a moment as she reached down and pushed a finger into my pussy.

"Still, a thick cock like Justin's does take a bit of getting used to. But once you do, it's sublime."

"It looked like you were enjoying Justin's."

She then pushed two fingers into my wet pussy.

"Oh, I was enjoying it a great deal. And I very nearly had him put that fat cock into your tight little pussy." She said as she fingered my hole.

I moaned a little. It felt good. I was trying to imagine a thick cock inside me.

"Really long cocks can hurt. They start banging into things in there that don't like getting banged into." she said, finger fucking me faster. "And it's been my experience that guys with super long cocks are shitty lovers. They are in love with their own dicks and don't take the time to learn how to use them properly."

"A fat cock is what you want, it stretches you." she pushed a third finger inside me, stretching me. 

It felt something like a very mild tearing sensation, but not really like that at all. It was more like that really good first stretch of the morning, when everything pops and snaps into place. Which is to say, it felt really good.

She put her thumb on my clitoris and began rubbing it.

"Justin's cock is just unique, and when he's fucking my pussy with it, it stretches my pussy sooooo good."

She had three fingers pushing in and out of me as deep as her second knuckles, rubbing my clit with her thumb. My orgasm was building.

"I had told him while you were out of the room that I wanted him to cum all over my tits. I knew how much he cums and hoped you would like that. When he cums in my mouth, I let it drip out and fall onto my tits. He loves that."

She was pumping my cunt and my clit faster and harder. Any moment now...

"I thought about having him cum in my mouth, or maybe giving me a facial, and then kissing you all over your pretty face with cum all over my face and in my mouth."

I was moaning and clutching the sheets.

"Would you like that, to share a man's cum with me? Kissing and licking it from my lips and breasts?

My orgasm started and radiated out through my body in waves as she pumped my pussy with her fingers.

"Maybe you'd like to lick my cum-filled pussy just after I've fucked a fat cock?"

I was thrashing on the bed with an intense orgasm.

"Maybe you'd like to have your own pretty face covered with hot, sticky cum. Maybe you'd like to get your little cunt fucked by a big, fat cock. Maybe you'd like to get buttfucked like a dirty slut."

Her words made my orgasm more intense, and kept it going as long as she talked.

Suddenly, she was on top of me, kissing me fiercely and rubbing her pussy against my pubic bone. She rose up and climbed up to my face and pushed her pussy into my mouth. 

I sucked her plump pussy greedily and she came instantly with a quick, hard orgasm.

When it was over she fell off me sideways onto the bed and lay there breathing hard.

I cuddled up against her and thought, I love this woman, body and soul.

I pulled the covers over us and turned out the lights.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN - Thursday.

Thursday morning began much like the two before it. I was up early and made breakfast. I found some smoked salmon in the fridge and whipped up a quick eggs benedict with fresh cut fruit on the side.

As we were eating, I asked Jana, "What's the story with Justin?"

She looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I mean... why aren't you 'dating' him. I guess."

"Ahhh. Great cock. Not smart. Great fuck. No prospects. He's absolutely stuffed between the legs, but he's absolutely vacant between the ears. He's really sweet, and a good person, but he's a toy, that's all."

I pondered that for a moment. "You've never really been serious, serious with a guy..." I let that hang.

She was thoughtful for a long while. "I'm holding out. I want it all. I want someone, first of all, that I can be friends with -- real, true friendship. Someone I can be honest with, be myself -- to just be who and what I am. You basically. With a fat cock."

I giggled at the idea of me with a cock between my legs.

"I want someone with a future. He doesn't have to be wealthy, or really even have the potential to be, but he has to be passionate about doing something with his life. I could be perfectly happy with a mechanic or a carpenter, but he has to be... invested in it. Trying to do something special with it."

"Your dad is a great example of a man like that. Works with his hands, but has built something. He's never going to get rich doing it, but he is invested in being good at it. And besides, I have all the money anyone could ever need."

"He has to be an outstanding lover, that goes without saying. I'm don't have the time for some dead dicked guy no matter what other qualities he has."

"Didn't you ever wonder why I went to public school?"

"Now that you mention it, no." I said.

"I was in private school up until 9th grade. It was awful. Most of the kids were vapid, entitled, spoiled brats. Nothing expected of them except to marry someone in the same social class and hang on to the money for dear life. Dreadful people for the most part. The boys, especially. Born on third base and act like they hit a walk-off Grand Slam."

"When it came time to go to High School, I balked. Dug my heels in. Wasn't going to do it. My mom didn't know what to do with me. Daddy finally convinced her to let me go to public school, and I'm a better person for it. I feel like I escaped."

"I mean, I'm spoiled, but I'm not a brat."

"It's basically the same reason that I didn't go to an Ivy League school for college. But being honest about it, I also didn't want to be away from you."

I looked at her with undisguised surprise. 

"The kind of man I'm after is strong and masculine, self-assured and self-reliant, wants to make something of himself and has goals, even if that goal is to be the best carpenter in the state, or the best dad in the universe. He wants to be successful, but knows that the size of his bank account is has nothing really to do with true success. He's kind to his parents, gentle with kids, has solid morals, doesn't cheat or lie, is loyal and honorable, treats me with respect and is OK about my money. He knows how to treat me like a whore in the bedroom and as an equal in the rest of the house."

"I'm not opposed to finding a man with his own money, but money does strange things to people. It's almost impossible to find a wealthy man who isn't, deep down, convinced that his money makes him better than you. The flip side of that is finding a man who isn't threatened by a girl with a lot more money than he has."

"Those kinds of men are exceedingly rare. The few that are out there are already taken, and there is no chance of taking him away from who they are with, because if you did, he wouldn't be that man to begin with. Right?"

I nodded.

"Oddly enough, you have two of those men in your life. Your dad, and your boss Jack." 

"Jack is a perfect example of what I just said. The only thing that would have ever separated him from June was exactly what she did to him -- she wasn't loyal, or honorable, or kind, or trustworthy after she did that. All of the things I just listed, she betrayed them all. She betrayed who he is."




Erika Blossoms Ch. 15-17



"And for a man like him, that is an unforgiveable sin. He had no choice but to let her go or he wouldn't have been able to live with himself, because some things can't be forgiven even if we really want to. That would be a form of self-betrayal."

I looked at her with something approaching awe. 

"Your father is the opposite side of that same coin, and that's what keeps him together with your step mom. It's because he is all of those qualities that he stays with her. He can never ditch her because it would be a betrayal of self -- an unforgiveable sin."

"Wow." Was all I could think to say. She can be so deep that it scares me sometimes.

She leaned over and gave me a kiss. "Gotta get ready to head off to the salt mine."

I dressed for work. After yesterday's disappointment, I decided that I would simply dress for work like I always do and not make a big deal of it.

I did, however, put on a pretty little bra and panty set that Jana had bought for my lingerie fashion show last night.

Once at the office, I settled in with a firm resolution to stay on task and avoid distractions -- especially self-manufactured distractions.

A little before 10:00, Mr. Jackson stepped in my cubicle. He nodded his head and said "Good morning, Ms. Thomas. I didn't get a chance to say 'hello' yesterday, so 'hello' for yesterday and 'hello' for this morning. I trust you are feeling better?"

For a split second, I was puzzled before I remembered that I had phoned in sick on Monday.

I turned my chair to face him. "Oh yes, Mr. Jackson, I feel great today, thank you for asking." I gave him my biggest smile.

He was grinning boyishly. What Jana had told me about him was fresh on my mind.

Feeling bold, I said "Mr. Jackson, I noticed that there were a couple of changes in the policy document as you outlined it to me Tuesday. I hope that I wasn't in error in what I had put in the draft."

His grin got even more boyish, if that's possible.

"No, no, nothing like that. The other partners insisted on some changes in the official policy." He rolled his eyes. "So it was decided that the individual partners can, ahhh, modify it to suit themselves as needed for the people that report directly to them. Your draft was perfect in every detail, as usual."

I beamed at him. He didn't change it because he changed his mind, but because his partners aren't as good a man as he is.

"The lesson, Ms. Thomas, is that partners are a headache who can generally be counted on to be the most difficult when you least expect it. I'm not sure that I wasn't happier in the old days when I was free from their bullshit." 

"You should keep that in mind once you get your law degree, Ms. Thomas."

SHIT! I knew beyond all doubt that Jennifer had just heard that.

He turned toward his office and called over to Jennifer across the aisle. "Good Morning, Jennifer."

"Good morning, Mr. Jackson." She said brightly. I could hear the smirk in her tone.

I returned to my work, determined to stay focused today.

About 11:00, I got a text from Brandon, my best work friend. "Lunch today."

It wasn't a question.

"Yes. Noon. You're buying. :P" I texted back.

"Btch, plz" was his reply.

At noon, I walked over to his cubicle and we walked to the elevator together.

Once out on the sidewalk, walking toward the little sushi place a couple of blocks away, Brandon said, "It's all over the office that Mr. Jackson made that new law school policy just for you."

"Already?"

"Jennifer told Stephanie, Stephanie told the entire world."

While Jennifer was a pretty good gossip, she didn't hold a candle to Stephanie's gossiping skills.

"By the end of the day, the story will be that you are under his desk giving him blowjobs twice a day."

I sighed. "Probably."

"Are you?" he asked.

I looked over at him, ready to bite his head off. He had a huge grin on his face. Teasing me.

"Bitch, please." I said.

"He did do that for you though, amirite?"

"Yes, he did. I'm the one who insisted that it be open to everyone though, especially after he insisted that I would keep my full salary for part time work."

"Big of you."

"You should take advantage of it too."

"Bitch, please. I don't want to be a lawyer."

"What do you want to be?"

"A househusband. A kept man. A concubine."

We both laughed.

We were at the sushi place, went in and got a small table against the back wall and ordered.

While we were waiting for our orders to arrive, Brandon asked, "So, you've decided to be a lesbian?" He was teasing, sort of.

"Half-lesbian." I said, smiling.

"Oh just pick a team for cryin' out loud!"

"I refuse to limit myself in that way Brandon." I teased.

"Life would be so much less complicated had I been born without a penis." He said.

"I don't know... My life has gotten a lot more complicated over the past week or so."

"I'll bet it has. So tell me, why the breakup from ol' whathisname?"

"Jason. It's complicated."

"Oh just tell it!" he said.

"The whole thing?"

"Oh Christ no! The Reader's Digest version, please."

Our meals had arrived, and I started at the beginning.

"By accident, I discovered that 'ol' whatshisname' has a little fetish."

"Unsurprising." Brandon said.

"A pantyhose fetish."

"Unsurpris... wait, on you, or on himself?" 

"Both."

"Somewhat surprising."

"And an anal sex kink."

"For you or himself?"

"Himself. Mostly. I think."

"Surprising, but from my point of view, understandable." He grinned.

And so, over the next 30 minutes, I told him the whole story -- leaving out some of the more graphic details -- including how Jana and I came to be living together and how we had become lovers."

"So it's committed, but not monogamous? Is that what you're telling me?"

"We're not going to become whores or anything and it's not orgy time at Jana and Erika's place, but if we find a man we are interested in then... well, we're going to see how it works out."

"That's a dangerous line you two are walking, Erika. Someone is bound to get jealous and hurt before this is done."

"Every relationship has that potential, Brandon." 

"True." He said thoughtfully.

"We're both going into this with eyes wide open."

"Ok, then I'm just going to be happy for you. How is the sex?"

"Life changing. Amazing. Frequent." I replied honestly. "It's really, really good. It is missing something though."

I looked at him and grinned. He burst out laughing.

We had finished lunch and were walking back to the office. We still had a few minutes and decided take the long way around the block.

"One last thing, and you have to promise not to tell."

He looked sidelong at me. "Ok."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Cross your heart and hope to die?"

He stopped walking. I walked a few steps, stopped and turned around.

"Bitch, if you don't tell me right this second, I will claw your eyes out."

"I have a date Saturday night. Well, I don't know if it's a date date..."

"You told me that yesterday." He interrupted.

"Oh. Right."

"Do I know this man?" he asked, eyes narrow.

"Yes." I smiled.

"Damnit! I knew it! You ARE blowing him under the desk twice a day!"

"I AM NOT!" I stamped my foot on the sidewalk.

"The details then -- all of them. Right this instant."

Out on the sidewalk outside our building, I quickly told him about his offer to pay my tuition and let me work part-time for full-time pay. I didn't tell him about the cock grabbing incident.

I said, "Brandon, it was just so generous that I had to do something! So I offered to make him dinner as a 'thank you'."

"Let me see if I have this all straight. You told him you wanted to go to law school. He offered to pay your way and pay you to not work. Which caused you to invite him into your lesbian, nymphomaniac sex trap for dinner. And he accepted, despite the fact that he is your boss and twice your age?" 

"Yes, basically."

"Couldn't you have just sent a card or maybe a fruit basket?"

"One more teeny, tiny detail."

"Jeezus. It never stops with you. Who are you and what have you done with my mousy little friend who always played it safe?"

I let that go and said, "He insisted that... that we switch it around so that he cooks dinner for me," I paused. "at his house."

Brandon let out a low whistle. "Oh, honey, he has it bad for you."

"I don't think it's like that." I said softly.

He reached out and took my hand, looked at me with tenderness and concern and said, "That's because you are an emotional retard."

I snatched my hand from his and pushed him hard in the chest. "Shut UP!"

He grinned a big loopy grin.

"But you are a gorgeous emotional retard, and that counts for something. And wicked smart, so there is hope for you."

He gave me a little kiss, spun and walked quickly into the building.

I caught up with him at the elevator.

Riding up to our floor, he said, "I can't wait to hear about your 'not a date' Monday."

"I'll bet." I said, a little annoyed with his 'retard' comment.

"Look at me." He said. 

I did.

"I love you and want the best for you. I'm here for you if you need anything. Anything."

I reached down and squeezed his hand and gave him a little peck on the cheek, just as the elevator door slid open.

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Just before 5:00, I got a text from Jana.

"come straight home. we're going out tonight."

Twenty minutes later, I walked in the door. Jana was already there.

"Hellooo, I'm home!" I sang out.

"Back here." From her bedroom.

I walked back to her room. "Hello."

"Hi. How was your day?"

"Good, had lunch with Brandon." I flopped down on her bed as she emerged from the bathroom, naked. Her makeup said that we were going somewhere expensive.

She started rummaging through her closet.

"How's Brandon?"

I thought for a moment. "I'm not really sure." I admitted. "We talked about me the whole time. I don't think we said one word about him. I am such a twit."

"So you filled him in on everything."

"Yeah." I said.

"He was snarky, but loving and supportive." She guessed.

"Yeah."

We talked about her day. Routine.

"This?" she held up an off-white cocktail dress. Mid-thigh length, one shoulder bare. Stunning on her.

"Where are we going?"

"The Independent for dinner, then dancing."

"Dancing where?"

"Not sure yet."

"That's right for The Independent," I said, "depends on where we go dancing though."

She flung it into the chair next to her bed. I immediately picked it up and put it back on the hangar.

"How about this one?"

This went on forever before she finally landed on the right one.

It was a very short sequined thing in electric blue, with a plunging neckline and an exposed scooped back.

She pulled on a tiny little thong, pulled the dress up over her round hips, stuffed her breasts into the dress and wiggled everything into place. It was like a second skin on her. It was cut just right so that she didn't need a bra, and it held her breasts from underneath in an amazing way.

She stepped into some simple white backless 3" heels.

She looked like a dream. I would have happily thrown her on the bed and ripped it right back off and done unspeakable things with her. 

All put together, she turned, bumped out her hip, turned in one knee and said, "tell me."

"I can hardly breathe."

She smiled. "Now let's do you."

We walked up to my room. "Do I have time for a shower?" I asked.

"Of course." she said.

I slipped off my work clothes. Jana sat at my dressing counter. I resisted the urge to ask for details about the evening, and the anticipation had my libido's attention. I could smell it as soon as I peeled my little panties off.

As soon as the shower warmed up, I stepped in.

"Did you talk to Mr. Jackson today." she asked.

"Just business."

I told her about Jennifer and how the office gossip had begun and filled her in about Stephanie and her special talent for it.

"That's to be expected. Ignore it." 

Through the frosted glass, I saw her get up and go into the bedroom. I ran a razor over my legs and decided to spend a little time touching up my pussy. My libido demanded it. An excuse.

I got out of the shower and put my hair up in a towel.

I sat down at my dressing counter and started with my makeup. Jana came in and stood behind me.

"Give me your brush."

She removed the towel and began to brush my hair ever so gently and delicately as I put on my makeup. She was watching me intently in the mirror as I did.

"Watching you put on your makeup is an incredibly sexy thing to watch. I never knew... how intimate it is to watch." she said dreamily, brushing my hair with long, slow strokes.

By the time I had finished my makeup, she had brushed my hair mostly dry.

She spun me around in my chair and piled it atop my head and pinned it into place. 

Then she began touching up my makeup. A little more to my eyes, a little more with a brush on my cheeks and then spent some time with my lips. It was my turn to watch her intently as she worked on me.

When she spun me around again, I almost didn't recognize myself. I looked -- this is hard to describe -- not older, but richer and more sophisticated. Elegant. Deeper, if that makes sense.

I seldom wear my hair up. The closest I get is a ponytail. But she had pinned my hair up into an elegant, casual mess. Tendrils hung down, framing my face. The effect was sophisticated.

"Jana. What have you done to me?" My cheekbones were higher, my lips were fuller, my eyes were brighter, my hair was shinier. I was genuinely stunned.

She hesitated. "Do you like it?" she asked.

"I barely recognize myself. I look so... beautiful."

I looked at her in the mirror. 

"You are so beautiful." She touched my shoulders with her fingertips and lightly ran them across my collarbones and then up my neck, my libido screaming at me to throw her on the bed. 

"You have such an elegant neck and chest. I could look at them forever." She reached up and touched my bottom lip ever so lightly with her fingertip. "And that little freckle on your lip is so... dreamy."

I turned around in my chair. "Forget going out. Let's stay home and make love." I didn't care if we ever left the house again.

That brought a huge smile to her face.

"Oh no. I've been working all week on this night. We are going out."

There were three elegant boxes sitting on my bed. "Open the big one first." She said.

I pulled the bow and opened the box. Inside was a shimmering silk dress. A rich, deep red. I lifted it from the box, held it against my naked body and looked in the mirror.

It was long. Strapless. Slit way up the side.

I gasped. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." And I meant it. It was breathtaking.

Jana was beaming. I slid into her arms and we kissed -- barely touching lips, sparks arcing between us.

"Open the other one."

It was smaller. I unwrapped it carefully. It was a pair of pantyhose.

They were nude color, with a soft matte finish, extremely sheer and absolutely without seams anywhere except at the lightly reinforced toe and where the wide, lacy waistband joined. These were not just any pantyhose. They were clearly several steps above even what Jason had bought for me.

"Put them on." Jana said.

"I don't know what to say."

"Say you love me."

"I love you. But, this. I'm..."

"Erika, my love, I have been fantasizing about these past few days for years. All the things we would do together. All the things I wanted to give you. All the things I wanted to see you in. All the ways I wanted to show you how much I love you." I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I loved her completely.

"Don't cry, because if you start, I will too and we'll have to re-do your makeup. I would kiss you, but I'm afraid we wouldn't stop, and all my careful plans would fall apart."

"I wouldn't want that." I said. My libido, throbbing. My scent, broadcasting my arousal.

"Now, get dressed. I'm dying to see you in that dress."

I very carefully pulled the pantyhose on. And while they were exceedingly sheer, it was obvious that they were substantial. I looked in the mirror. My legs were shimmering. A mile long, even without heels. They felt fantastic.

I turned my ass toward Jana, stood on my tiptoes, arched my back and looked over my shoulder.

"How do they look?" I asked sweetly.

Her mouth opened like she was about to say something, "..." her eyes smoldered.

"Help me with my dress, won't you?" I picked it up from the bed where I had dropped it and looked for a label. It was obviously high-grade silk, but something more.

"I had it made for you. It's a silk/lycra blend. It stretches just the tiniest bit. I had it made from a dress I saw in an old movie." It was my turn to be speechless.

She took it and bent down. I stepped into it carefully.

Together, we pulled it up, around my hips, up my tummy and over my breasts. I can't describe how perfectly it fit, stretching just enough to get over my hips and breasts. 

No straps, but the stretch held it up firmly. It was too tight to go anywhere anyway. It fit perfectly. Like it was painted on.

The slit at the side went all the way up to the point of my hip, and the corners of the slit at the bottom were rounded. It draped against my leg gracefully.

"How did you get the size so perfect?" I asked, looking at myself in the mirror, turning this way and that.

"I've been paying attention and making notes when we shop. I took some measurements of the clothes you have that fit best. Pretty simple." She was watching me in the mirror too.

She fanned her face. "We better get out of here pretty quick, or I'm going to take you up on the suggestion to stay in. You look amazing. Like a dream come true." She was touching my collarbone with her small hand. She leaned in and gave me a kiss there.

I went to the closet and picked out a simple but elegant pair of sling back black heels. I dropped them on the floor next to the bed.

"There were supposed to be matching shoes, but they didn't deliver in time. FedEx lies like a cheap rug." 

"We saved the last for best," she said, indicating the third package.

The third package, after opening carefully, was a little beaded pearl clutch of the same color, and I suspected the same material. There was no label. But there was a key inside, an envelope and an AmEx Platinum card with my name on it.

It was Mercedes car key. I pulled it out.

"Your chariot awaits. In the envelope is the title." She said.

"Jana, you didn't. This is too much."

"I did and it's not."

"Jana, I can't..." my head, reeling.

"Of course you can. You need a new car."

That much was true at least. My trusty old Honda was in pretty rough shape. Daddy kept it running, but I was long overdue in replacing it.

I pulled out the card. "I have a job! I don't need this."

"Now you listen to me and listen to me good. Money is nothing. Nothing. We couldn't spend all my money in a thousand years. You spend the money you earn on whatever you want, but that card is yours, no strings, no limits, to do whatever you want."

"Jana..." I protested.

"Hush now. You are family. I talked to daddy yesterday and told him what I was doing and he thought it was an outstanding idea. He and mom love you like one of their own. They are expecting us for Sunday brunch at the club to celebrate us moving in together." 

"Jana, I just can't. A new car? It must have cost a fortune!"

"It was just 50 thousand. Daddy farts 50 thousand before he gets up in the morning. You and I could spend 50 thousand every day for the next 50 years and never even touch the principal. It's free money I'm spending. Now hush up about it. I won't hear another word. It's done."

I looked at her, stunned silent.

"You have to realize, ladybug, this is my dream come true." She said as she pulled me close and kissed the nape of my neck. "I have been waiting for this day since the moment we became friends."




Erika Blossoms Ch. 15-17



"Now, get your shoes on and take me to dinner in your new car." 

With a little nip in the air, I grabbed a wrap for my shoulders and we were out the door.

As we were riding down the elevator to the parking deck, it occurred to me that between the two of us, we had on exactly four garments of clothing. 

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN -- Thursday Evening.

We were speeding down the freeway. Late.

"Our reservations are at 8:00, you'd better step on it." Jana had said as we had pulled out of the parking deck.

We were in my new car, the one Jana had bought me. A Mercedes. A little one. Two seats. It was the same shade of red as my dress. And as I was finding out, it would fly. I'm a confident driver, Daddy saw to that when I was 15 and 16. I put the hammer down.

We pulled up at precisely 8:03 and handed the key to the valet. I could feel his eyes on me.

Jana had told me on the way over "I want you to be aware at how much more attention you'll get than me."

"Don't be silly," I said "You are always the center of the room."

"That's what you think because you've always paid more attention to me than to anyone else in the room. But it's not true. You are stunning. Like a movie star or royalty. I'm more like a porn star or maybe a high priced call girl."

"Douglas, party of four" she told the hostess.

I noted the 'four', but I had guessed that. The only question was who, and I had no idea. We didn't get this dressed up to have dinner together.

The hostess spun and immediately led us to our table. I felt every eye in the restaurant on us as we walk in. As we approach our table -- the most conspicuous table in the center of the room - two men stood to greet us.

One of the men was Keith. From the eyewear boutique. (See Chapter 3) He was with another man.

Jana and I had met Keith Saturday while we were shopping. He owns a chain of boutique eyewear shops. He is a gorgeous black man and his friend is an almost equally gorgeous white man.

At the table, Keith is smiling broadly with his immaculately white teeth. His friend has a bit of a shocked expression on his smiling face.

Keith offers his hand. When I extend mine, he takes it, bows and kisses the back of my hand. His lips on the back of my hand are full and warm.

"I am so pleased to see you again Erika." He beams at me and turns to Jana. "And you Jana. How are you?"

He does the same bow and kiss with her. She gives him a little curtsy as he does. I made a mental note of that.

He stands and says "Erika, Jana, this is my friend Tony. Tony, I present Erika and Jana."

We all shake hands and exchange greetings and take our seats. There is a bottle of wine on the table already. The waiter comes over and presents it to Keith, who nods. The waiter pours everyone a glass.

"I do not believe that I did you ladies beauty justice when I told Tony who we would be dining with tonight. You are both a vision of grace and beauty."

We thanked him and made small talk about the restaurant and menu and what we would order. I was a bit nervous. The dress, the car, the restaurant, the men... it was pretty intense.

After we had ordered, Jana said, "Tony, I'm sure I recognize you, don't I?"

"Well... Yes ma'am, you might..." He trailed off. 

Tony was tall and well built. Sandy blonde hair, blue eyes. He seemed just a bit -- small town-ish. Polite. Soft southern drawl.

"Call me ma'am again and I'll pour my drink in your lap. My mother is a ma'am."

He grinned a sheepish, handsome grin.

"So, refresh me. Where have I seen your face before?" She reached out and stroked the back of his hand with her forefinger. Flirting. Another mental note for me.

He blushed just the tiniest bit.

"I've played a little football." He said. I saw the recognition dawn on Jana.

Keith laughed. "Him saying 'a little football' is like saying Picasso 'painted a little'.

I looked over at Keith, sitting at my right. "Tony is starting quarterback for the Falcons. Played in the Super Bowl last year."

I looked back at Tony, he was blushing for real now.

"You're not playing anymore?" Jana asked him.

"No ma'..." He caught himself. "No, not this year at least. I'm rehabbing my shoulder. I had surgery." He explained.

"Are you going to play again?" I asked.

"I'm not sure yet. It depends on how the rehab goes, but it was a big injury. Not a lot of guys who've had what I had make it back. And I'm a little past my prime."

"I've already started making plans for my life after football and I honestly don't know if I have the will to go through the whole rehab thing. I should probably take this as a sign to move on with my life."

Jana was looking at him intently. I could see the wheels spinning in her head. Evaluating. Calculating.

"How do you and Keith know each other?" I asked, looking at Tony.

Keith answered. "We played together."

I looked at Keith. Shocked.

"I didn't play long. Just a couple of years. Blew out a knee. Decided I was done." He explained with a grin.

Tony said, "It wasn't quite like that. Keith was a defensive end. First overall pick. Had he not gotten hurt, he'd be one of the greats."

I had been a scholarship volleyball player in college, so I've been around my share of jocks. Neither of them struck me as typical of the breed.

"Keith and I re-connected this summer after my injury and when he came here to open his new store, we've been hanging out together. The way he has transitioned into real life is something I'm interested in."

I looked at Jana, her eyes sparkling at Tony. She was radiant.

Keith says, "Erika, where do you work?"

"I work at a law firm downtown. I'm a paralegal." I said.

"She's starting law school in the fall." Jana said.

Keith smiled with his giant white teeth at me. It was a little un-nerving, that smile. I felt my nipples stiffen and secretly hoped that he was noticing. I caught his eyes flashing toward my breasts. He had. My libido was whispering lewd things in my ear. 

Our meals had arrived.

Over dinner, the conversation bounced around the table delightfully. Nothing deep, just getting-to-know-you stuff. Both men proved intelligent and engaging.

Knowing Jana, I could tell that she was genuinely interested in Tony.

"Where are you from originally, Tony?" she asked.

"I'm from a little town called Minden in Northwest Louisiana."

"And your parents, what do they do in Minden, Louisiana?"

"Daddy has an auto-repair shop and momma is a school teacher." He said.

"Why what a coincidence. Erika's father does the same thing and her mother was a teacher as well."

Tony looked me and smiled. Jana reached over and gave my hand a little squeeze.

"Erika lost her mother when she was just a little girl."

Keith spoke up. "Well, your father has obviously done a good job without her."

I smiled at him. "My father is a good man." I was impressed that he went straight to the positive, instead of doing the usual 'oh you poor thing it's so sad your momma is dead' thing.

"Keith, where are you from?" I asked.

"I grew up in Atlanta." He said. "Momma was a nurse. My dad worked for the Post Office."

"Was a nurse?" I asked. "Has she retired?"

"Yes." was all he said. I felt something slide down between us. He doesn't want to talk about it, I thought.

With exquisite timing, Jana said, "Excuse me gentlemen, I need to powder my nose." She looked over at me. "Company?"

Both men stood as we did. Gentlemen indeed.

In the powder room, Jana said "Are we having a good time?"

"Yes. Both of them are delightful. Tony seems perfectly wonderful." I said, smiling at her.

"He's a doll!" she said. "Keith is looking so fine tonight."

I nodded at her, wide eyed. "What is our plan?" I asked.

"Dancing." She said. "Dancing and fucking."

"JANA!" I squealed.

She smiled a wicked smile.

"Ok, maybe not the fucking part. Tony doesn't strike me as a 'first date fuck'. Maybe we'll team up on Keith. I'm pretty sure he would."

"JANA!"

"I'm teasing. We aren't sluts. We don't have threesomes with gorgeous black men on the first date. What were you thinking?"

We both giggled. I had to admit, the thought of Keith's dark skin against mine was intoxicating. My libido slapped me upside the head and said that a threesome with Jana and Keith was an outstanding idea.

"So, I guess we'll have to settle for dancing and a chaste kiss at the end of the evening like proper ladies." She sighed. "Now, follow my lead. At exactly midnight, we are both going to turn into pumpkins and make our escape. Right?"

"Midnight?"

"Yes. Midnight. I have a presentation early tomorrow and I can't fuck it up by getting drunk and fucking all night." She was fiddling with her phone.

I shook my head.

"I've set an alarm for midnight. No matter how I try and convince you otherwise, we have to bail out and go home. Deal?"

"Deal." I said.

Seated back at the table -- both men had risen from their chairs as we approached -- Jana said, "Gentlemen, we have decided that we shall allow you both to take us dancing."

Keith said, "There is nothing that would please us more."

Tony said softly, "I'm not much of a dancer."

We all rose and Jana slid up next to Tony and took his hand. "I'm sure that you will be fine." He blushed.

Keith presented his elbow. Finally standing next to him, I could see that even in these heels he was a several inches taller than I. I took his the crook of his arm in one hand and put the other on his bicep as we walked to the door. His bicep felt like concrete.

The valets ran out to get our cars.

"Tony, may I ride with you?"

"Yes Ma'am!" He said enthusiastically, but immediately looked sheepish as he realized he had used the word 'ma'am' again.

She pulled his shoulder down gently and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I have decided to be charmed by that word tonight, so I'm not to do anything to your lap for the moment." She gave him a sweet smile.

God, she's smooth, I thought.

The valets arrived with the cars, my new Mercedes and Tony's white Escalade.

"We'll see you at Jump." Jana said. Jump is the place to go dancing when you want to be seen. Super exclusive, very expensive, table service, VIP areas, the whole thing. Not my favorite place., but damned if I wasn't dressed for it, and with the right company too.

The valets opened doors, and we all piled in. Keith had to push his seat all the back to accommodate his long legs.

My libido was on a slow simmer, one tick higher and it would jump to an immediate boil.

I looked over at Keith as I pulled away from the restaurant. "You are very handsome tonight, Keith."

"Thank you Erika. Is this a new car?"

"Yes. Just today."

"It suits you." He said. "And the color is perfect for you. It matches your stunning dress."

"Thank you Keith. I'm still not sure how it happened."

"What do you mean?"

I told him how I found the key in the purse that Jana had given me as a present. I left out the part about the pantyhose and dress.

"How very generous of her."

"Way too generous." I said I said with a frown.

"Giving generously to others is a joy, Erika, and when people accept our generosity graciously, our joy is multiplied."

I sat, stunned at this little nugget of wisdom.

"I am a very fortunate man, Erika. I grew up lower middle class, on the edge of the 'hood in a rough part of Memphis. After my mother was killed, my Father worked so hard to keep it all together for me and my little brother."

He went on.

"He worked the night shift at the Post Office sorting mail, and took other work in the daytime to try and keep us out of the 'hood. My brother and I were left to fend for ourselves much of the time. I was lucky that I was good at football, it gave me something to focus on, something to do with my time. My little brother wasn't so lucky."

"He started runnin' with the wrong crowd down in the 'hood. Drugs, gangs, that sort of thing."

"I'm sorry." I didn't know what else to say.

"No, I'm not telling you this for you to feel sorry." He reached over and touched my leg lightly with his palm, removing it immediately. My libido noticed and edged toward that next click on the burner.

"I mean it when I say I'm fortunate." He said. "I was able to take my football money and create something, and use it to help others. My brother has his own path."

"May I ask how your mother was killed?" I asked softly.

I saw him turn his head toward the passenger window. "Drive by shooting. They were after my brother. I was 17, about to go to college. She was the rock of the family. My father was lost without her."

"Oh." Was all I could think to say.

"How did you lose your mother?" He was looking at me.

"Car accident. Drunk driver ran a red light." I said.

"How old were you?"

"I was eight."

"That must have been hard."

"I can hardly remember her anymore. I remember promising myself at the funeral that I would never forget her. But she's faded. I remember her laugh most of all. Daddy says I am just like her." I felt tears in my eyes.

"She must have been very beautiful." He said softly. His hand on my leg again, briefly.

I nodded. My libido nodded as well.

Suddenly, "Dang girl! Let's get off of this sad stuff! We're supposed to be having a good time!"

I looked over at him. He was smiling brightly. Those white teeth again.

"Yes, let's. But, thank you for sharing that with me." My hand on his leg this time. And my hand noticed how hard his thigh was. My libido wondered about other hard things.

Before I could move my hand, his hand on top of mine. I left it there. My nipples, stiff.

And we had arrived at Jump.

Out of the car, key to the valet. Jana and Tony were standing at the door. We walked up and Jana took my hand and gave it a hard squeeze.

We went in and got a low table with two love seats near the dance floor. Keith ordered two bottles and a gorgeous waitress brought it out immediately and poured drinks for us all. She left a little device with a button on the table. "If you need anything, just push the button." She said.

It was Salsa Night at Jump. Latin music playing. People with various levels of skill on the dance floor, Salsa-ing away.

Keith leaned in close to me to be heard over the music, "Do you Salsa?"

"I've never tried, but it looks fun!" I love to dance and think myself pretty good at it. I took a ballroom dancing class in college and loved it. I was hopeful that I could refrain from embarrassing myself.

He stood up and took my hand. He led me to the dance floor.

It was immediately clear that he had done this before and had some real skill with the art form. And even though I had never done it, he had a way of leading me so that I didn't feel like a complete klutz.

One big hand on my hip, one holding my hand, he spun and twisted and led me across the floor, at times pulling me close against him, other times nearly flinging me away from him. It was intoxicating. I caught on quickly with the excellent way he led.

After several dances, we returned to the table. I sat very close to him on the leather loveseat. I locked my arm into his. Our thighs touching. My libido on a roiling boil.

Jana and Tony were in an area to the side, reserved for quick lessons by instructors provided by the club. Keith and I watched them.

Tony was trying gamely to get the hang of it, with some success. It was obvious that he was used to thinking about footwork and was in full command of his movements.

They were laughing. Jana looked deliriously happy, which made me even happier. This night was turning out to be perfect for us both.

Keith leaned in close. "What is that scent you are wearing?" he said, his lips close enough that I could feel his breath on my neck.

"I'm not wearing any perfume." I said.

"So, you're telling me that it is you that smells so good?"

I had a little shiver run up my spine. I turned to face him. "I suppose I am." Our lips, so close.

My libido was screaming for him to kiss me and I was sure he was about to.

Jana and Tony picked that exact moment to flop down across from us, both of them breathless and laughing.

The waitress appeared and poured us drinks.

We tried to talk, but the throbbing music was too loud for much conversation. Keith stood and led me back to the dance floor. Tony and Jana followed.

For the next hour or so, none of us left the dance floor. Keith was so good at leading me, that I just gave myself over to it. It felt so good to just let go and let him lead. Jana and I switched partners for a few dances, and then switched back.

When we returned to the booth, I checked my phone for the time. It was 11:15. We all sat and had another drink, shouted at each other over the music and laughed. At 11:30, the music got slower and softer, not so loud.

Keith led me to the dance floor once again. 

The music had changed, and so did his dance style. This was closer, more intimate. Lots of hip movement and not so much spinning. Both his hands on my hips, my hands on his shoulders. 

We were close. At times touching intimately. Chest to chest. Tummy to tummy. Hips to hips. We were so very close, but he was careful to never cross over into crotch grinding. He was being a perfect gentleman. A sexy, strong, masculine, sensitive gentleman.

And I was grateful for that, even though my libido wanted nothing more than to have his crotch grinding into mine.

As the song ended, we both just stopped. I didn't pull away and he didn't take his hand from my back or hip. I could feel his heat against my thigh.

I looked up into his eyes, begging him to kiss me right there on the dance floor.

"We should go back to our table." He said. His voice low and growly.

"Yes. We should."

We stood like that for a long moment. Long enough for another song to begin, this one faster and louder.

We broke and walked reluctantly back to the table, hand in hand. I hadn't had much to drink, but I felt light headed. My legs a little wobbly.

Jana was sitting very close to Tony. They were face to face, talking.

I sat and looked at my phone. It was 12:15. I pushed the little button on the device on the table. I saw the waitress look our way. I made the 'bring the tab' sign to her.

I touched Jana on the thigh. She looked and I held up my phone to show her the time. She stuck her tongue out at me.

"I know. I know. My alarm went off while y'all were dancing." She turned back to Tony.

"Are you girls calling it a night?" Keith asked.

I turned toward him. "I'm afraid so. I have an important day at the office tomorrow and Jana has a big presentation. We really do have to get a good nights sleep." I replied.

"Yes." He said, his voice low, his eyes soft. "I can appreciate that. A good nights sleep before an important day is..." he trailed off. His hand on my thigh softly. Our faces close.

The waitress was there. She had a little tray with our tab. Keith reached in his jacket for his card.

I put my hand on his arm. "You paid for dinner. This one is mine."

He smiled with his entire face and laughed. "How very generous!"

"A joy." I said, smiling at him. The understanding of what was said earlier passed between us.

I gave the waitress my shiny new AmEx. She whipped out her phone and ran the card.

I stood up reluctantly and put myself right in front of Jana and Tony with my hand on my hip. "It's that time."

She looked up at me and said, "Tony is going to drive me home. You'll have to drive Keith back to his suite, or he'll have to take a cab."

I looked at her and smiled broadly. "He won't have to take a cab. I have to powder my nose before we go. Company?"

She gave me a look and stood up. She looked at Tony, who was looking a little overwhelmed. Jana can be intimidating when she has her sights set on something or someone.

Poor guy, I thought, he doesn't stand a chance.




Erika Blossoms Ch. 18-21



CHAPTER EIGHTEEN -- Thursday night, late

I walked into my bedroom. Jana was in my bed, her laptop in her lap. She had on a big, oversized t-shirt.

"There you are." she said without looking up.

I fell on the bed next to her.

"What are you doing?"

"Research."

"At this time of night?"

She turned the laptop so I could see. A google search for "Tony Davidson."

"Ahhh. That kind of research. What have you found."

"Nothing really. Except about a million pages about him as a quarterback in college and the NFL."

"Are we smitten?"

She looked at me and smiled dreamily. "Totally."

"What happened?"

"Nothing. He was a perfect gentleman, damnit."

She looked at me again. Casually, "You have dried cum on your chest."

My hand shot up. Sure enough, I could feel a bit of flaky film just above the line of my dress. I looked at her and smiled.

"Blowjob?" She asked with a sideways smile.

"Handjob."

She nodded and turned back to her laptop.

"He doesn't seem to have ever been linked with any Hollywood whores or Nashville sluts, there is no gossip about him, no scandals, nothing really. Hugely respected on and off the field by his coaches and teammates."

She began reading. "Tony David is the kind of guy that commands respect on the field and off.' His college coach said of him before the draft. 'Tony is the real deal. Humble, hard-working, smart and tough. Great arm. Accurate. Good decision maker. A natural leader. He's going to make a great NFL quarterback.' And this one, 'Tony is the kind of young man you hope your sons grow up to be and your daughters marry.'"

"Jesus," she said, "He's practically a saint."

"A handsome, studly saint." I said. "Nothing happened? Did you even try?"

"Ok, it wasn't nothing. Let's call it second base."

"That's better." I said. "Good kisser?"

"Pretty good. He'll learn."

"You going out again?"

"Saturday night."

I leaned over and kissed her. "Good."

She closed the laptop, pulled me down on top of her. "Tell me about your drive."

"We drove. He asked me in. I turned him down. We made out in the car. It was all very 'second base' until I made him take his cock out."

"You made him take it out? Made him?"

I nodded. We kissed again.

"In the car?"

I nodded and kissed at the same time. 

"And then you gave him a handjob." she stated.

She kissed me hard, passionately.

"Why didn't you go in?" 

"Because I'm not a slut who fucks on the first date. But mostly because he didn't ask me twice."

We kissed some more. 

"Did he return the favor?"

I shook my head no as we kissed.

"That wasn't very gentlemanly of him. A man should give a girl a little something for the effort when he gets a handjob."

"It just happened so fast. After he did his thing we were both a little embarrassed. He came pretty quick and was embarrassed about that and I -- I just sort of... I don't know. I panicked a little. But I was aching for him to ask me in again, especially after I saw his cock."

"You'd think they would know to ask twice." She said.

"I know, right?"

"Tell me about his cock."

"Enormous."

"You're not the best judge of enormous." She said. "Show me."

I thought for a moment. I put one fist down on her tummy like I was holding it in my hand, and then the other fist on top of it the same way. Then I took the bottom hand out and held it out flat about 2 inches above the second fist."

"No, seriously."

"Really." I said.

Her eyebrows arched. 

"Thick?"

I held my hand up and made an 'O' with my thumb and forefinger.

"If you are anywhere close to accurate, that's around nine inches. Very nice indeed. Did you suck it?"

"No, I was just about to when it went off. In fact, if he hadn't come so quick, I'd likely have fucked him right there in the car. Or something. I was aching for it."

Take your dress off, you aching slut." she teased.

I stood up at the foot of the bed and did what I hoped was a seductive little dance as I slid my dress off slowly. 

I put one foot on the bed and slipped my shoe off. Then the other.

"Leave those on." she said about my pantyhose. "They are so amazing on you."

"As you wish." I crawled up on the bed, crawling toward her on all fours.

She put the laptop down on the side table. "It's late. I have a presentation tomorrow."

"I know." I crawled up astride her on all fours.

"I really need to get some sleep. I should have been asleep hours ago."

"I know." I started kissing her neck.

"You shouldn't have stayed out so late. I was worried."

"I know." I took the bedsheet in my teeth and started backing down the bed on all fours, pulling the sheet down.

Once I got it past her tummy, it hung on something and I felt an out-of-place lump. I reached up with one hand and pulled the sheet completely down.

"I've been waiting for you to come home." She said.

There was a good sized dildo lying beside her thigh.

"I know." I crawled back up on all fours, astride her.

"I was waiting for you." She pouted.

"I know." I pushed my pantyhose covered crotch down her pubic bone. It felt good on my hungry pussy.

"I wanted to try something new."

"I know." I began to roll my hips and kiss her neck and collarbone.

"But now I'm too tired and have to get some sleep."

"I know." I pulled the straps of her nightgown down over her shoulders.

"I don't think this thing will fit in your tiny pussy anyhow."

"I know." I squeezed her breasts hard like I know she likes, and bit lightly on her puffy nipples. Grinding against her. She was moaning softly.

"And I have a presentation tomorrow..." She was starting to repeat herself.

"I know." I kissed her deeply.

"And you've already..." she didn't finish. Her eyes were closed. A dreamy expression on her face.

"I know." I reached down and ripped a hole in my pantyhose at the crotch.

"I've changed my mind. I have to get some sleep." I felt her hips rolling, grinding against me.

"I know." I gently slipped off to one side, continuing to kiss her and fondle her beautiful tits.

"It's gotten so late..."

"I know." I straddled her face and pressed my pussy against her lips.

She immediately began to lick my pussy deeply. It was wonderful and I knew it wouldn't take long for me to cum.

I reached down and picked up the dildo.

She had her hands on my inner thighs, spreading my pussy open with her thumbs so she could lick me deeper. She was moaning "so good so good" into my pussy.

I put the head of the dildo against her plump pussy and pushed it in just past the head.

She let out a deep moan. "Oh yes. Fuck me with your big cock." She was pushing her tongue into my hole deeply. My orgasm was so close.

Her pussy was making a wet spot below her. I bent down, arching my back. Doing so moved my clitoris between her lips as I took her clitoris in my own.

I very slowly pushed the dildo all the way in as I nibbled and sucked her clitoris. Her hips were rolling and grinding slowly.

She sucked and bit my clitoris gently. My orgasm began as I was flicking the tip of my tongue ever so lightly against the barest tip of her clitoris.

What began as a soft orgasm suddenly hit like a bomb going off. I rolled my back up and her nose pressed into my pussy as I ground my clit into her mouth. She was licking and sucking greedily as my orgasm rolled through me.

My orgasm over, I slid off to the side and moved down between her legs.

With one hand pinching her breasts and nipples, I pushed the dildo into her with a steady pace as I licked her clit firmly.

It just took a minute for her orgasm to hit. She bucked and clutched my hair with one hand and pulled hard at a nipple with the other.

"fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme" she moaned over and over as I pumped her pussy with the dildo and sucked hard on her clit, the wet spot below her growing.

When her orgasm was finally over, I crawled back on top of her and we began kissing. Her face was slick from my wet pussy. I kissed her face all over, tasting my own orgasm.

After several long minutes of kissing and petting, I slid off the top of her to the side, and snuggled in close, my leg draped across her thighs. My arm flung across her tummy. I held her tight and couldn't get close enough to her. My love for her was a keening ache.

"You actually ejaculated." she said sleepily.

"I did not."

"You did. Feel the pillow."

It was damp in a halo around her head. I didn't know such a thing was possible.

"I must have peed a little when I came." I giggled.

"It wasn't pee." She turned her head and kissed the bridge of my nose. "But if it was pee, it was delicious pee."

I giggled again.

"Thank you for the car. I love it."

"You're welcome ladybug." She was nearly asleep.

We lay quiet. In the moonlit room, I looked at the painting of the two girls on a picnic with a quiet recognition that the two girls in it were she and I from a sweet day years ago.

CHAPTER NINETEEN -- Friday Morning

I startled awake. I was immediately aware that Jana wasn't next to me. It felt odd.

I pulled on a robe and padded into the kitchen. Jana was there, dressed and sipping a cup of coffee, looking over a folder full of papers.

"Good morning." She kissed me distractedly.

"Good morning." I poured a cup of coffee.

"Ready for your presentation?" I asked.

"I'm going to kick its ass." She said.

"What time does it begin?"

"10:00 sharp."

"I'll be thinking of you."

She nodded absently and sipped her coffee, absorbed in her file.

I quietly prepared a bowl of oatmeal for us both. Hers sat untouched as she reviewed for her meeting.

I went to my room to get ready for work. When I emerged from the shower, Jana was sitting on my bed.

"Thank you for last night. It wasn't at all what I had planned for when you got home, but it worked out better than what I had in mind. You were amazing. It was exactly what I needed."

I walked up to her and pulled her up. "I love you."

"I am watching you become the woman I always knew you to be. It's thrilling to see."

"I'm still the same me."

"Yes, you are, but better. More confident in what you want. You are becoming more self-assured and assertive, and even more feminine at the same time. It's amazing."

I kissed her. Hard.

When we broke the kiss, I looked at her and said, "I don't know about any of that, but I'm happier than I ever remember being. And I smeared your lipstick."

She smiled. "I am overjoyed to hear that. The happy part, not the lipstick part."

We kissed again.

"Thank you for everything. The dress. The car. Setting up the date with Keith. The bedroom. I don't really know what to say. It was the most perfect evening ever."

We kissed again.

"Ok! I have to get going. Big day today, but I didn't want to get out the door without telling you how much I love you and love watching you blossom." She went into my bathroom and touched up her makeup and was out the door.

I was soon dressed and out the door myself.

Once in my car, I noticed a white stain on the console. It was from Keith the night before. He is quite the fireman, I thought with a smile. I resolved to get a couple of towels, and maybe a box of wet wipes to keep in the trunk.

I thought about him on the drive, about how much I wanted him. 

And then I thought about Mr. Jackson, and how much I think I might want him too. 

And then I thought about how he caught his wife sleeping with the two black pool boys and wondered what he would think of me for what I did last night -- giving a black man a torrid handjob in my car, on the first date no less.

Undoubtedly, he would think me a slut. I decided that he must never, ever know. It would surely bring up painful memories. I have never known Mr. Jackson to say one racist word, or even a harsh word about his former wife -- indeed, I don't recall that he's ever even mentioned her in my presence at all. 

Even so, I wondered if anyone saw me at the restaurant last night. I didn't think so, but I couldn't remember a single person there except the four of us.

But, I thought, it's not like he and I have a relationship anyway, or are even very likely to develop one. This dinner tomorrow night is a simple thank you. Nothing more. It's just that he's so private that we ended up at his home instead of mine. It's silly of me to make more of this that what it is.

I'm a free woman and I can date -- or give handjobs -- to anyone I choose.

But still... I couldn't deny that I was very attracted to him and the thought of a real boy/girl thing with him was thrilling. I wanted to be careful not to do anything that might prevent that possibility.

Yes, he's older, but he's in fine shape and very attractive. And when I was being honest about it, I've had a crush on him since the beginning of my employment at his law firm.

I found myself daydreaming about being in his house, sitting on his couch, making out. His rough hands on my thighs, my breasts, the small of my back. And I wondered how his cock compared to the one I had in my hands last night. From what I felt through his trousers during our little incident in his office earlier this week, quite favorably.

I looked up and I was at the office. I drove into the parking deck and put my car in my assigned spot and walked across the deck to the elevator that took me to the lobby.

Through the lobby with a smile and a nod to Jerome the security guard for his "looking fiii-iiine today Ms. Thomas", I was at my desk in 5 minutes, settling in for the work day.

I had worn a smart, tailored business suit that I knew was flattering. A pencil skirt in grey that hit just above the knee, a white blouse underneath and matching jacket. 

I wasn't expecting to see Mr. Jackson until after lunch. I knew he played tennis at the club on Friday mornings unless he had something going on here, and that wasn't the case this morning.

Once I made it through my morning routine, I logged into my personal gmail account. I hadn't checked it for several days, I realized.

There was the usual amount of routine stuff. A few jumped out though, and I quickly flagged them.

I deleted the crap, filed the ones that needed filing, responded to the personal business items that needed responding to, and tidied the place up. I'm fussy about keeping my email orderly.

I clicked on the first flag. It was from my step-mom, a reminder of my half-brother's birthday party next month. I pushed it to my calendar. 

The next one was from daddy. Just checking in. Short. I made a note to call him later today.

The next one was from Jason, the recently departed boyfriend. It was friendly, but a bit cryptic. Wants to have lunch. Still friends? Something he would like to discuss with me. Not pressing. Call sometime. I pushed this one to my phone as a reminder for thought and discussion with Jana.

I deliberately saved this one for last. Keith. I clicked it open. It read:

***

Erika,

Thank your for a wonderful evening last night. I enjoyed myself completely. I was also gratified to see that Jana and Tony seemed to enjoy each other's company.

I know this weekend isn't going to work out for us, and I leave for Chicago on Sunday. I wish it were different. I am counting the hours until I can see you again.

I'm a little embarrassed by the way the evening ended. Not because of what happened, which was wonderful for me, but because I regret that our brief encounter did not allow me the opportunity to show you the same courtesy.

So please accept my apology and know that given the opportunity, I will make amends to you to the very best of my ability.

Yours,

Keith

***

I sat back in my chair, my heart fluttering, wondering how to respond. I decided I had better think about it before I started typing.

So of course I began typing immediately.

***

Keith,

Thank you for your very sweet note. I am touched by your thoughtfulness. It was a most wonderful evening. The meal, the dancing, the conversation, everything was just perfect.

As for the way the evening ended, personally, I found it thrilling. While I might have planned it differently had I thought it out ahead of time, I don't recall being disappointed by the spontaneous way it happened. Honestly, it was exciting to see the effect I had on you.

While your gracious apology is quite unnecessary, decorum insists that I accept it, and any attempt to 'make amends' will be met with what I hope to be an equal amount of grace.

Affectionately,

Erika

***

I paused to re-read it and hit 'send' with my libido tingling, and then I forwarded the email and my reply to Jana.

I looked at the clock. Almost noon. I wondered how Jana's presentation had gone.

I grabbed my purse to go to lunch. I walked by Brandon's desk to see if he wanted to go with. He had already gone.

Drat.

As I was walking toward the elevator, on a whim I texted Jason, "Lunch plans?"

Might as well get it over with I thought.

I got an immediate reply. "Meet me at The Deli-icious?"

I texted back "5 minutes."

The Deli-icious was a little deli almost halfway between our two offices.

He was waiting at the door when I walked up. He looked different.

I immediately saw that he had gotten a haircut -- a nice one -- and had on clothes that I hadn't seen before.

I walked up. He was smiling broadly. 

"Hello Erika."

"Hi Jason, it's so nice to see you." I gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Let's have some lunch!" he said brightly.

We went in and gave our order at the counter and found a seat in a booth.

"You look wonderful." He said.

"I was just about to say the same about you. New haircut?"

"Like it?" 

"Looks very nice. That's a good cut for you."

We made small talk until the waitress brought our food and we began eating.

"I have to thank you." he said.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Last weekend was a lot of fun!"

"I don't know what to say..." I replied. "You're welcome?"

"You're welcome is good. How are things with you and Jana?" 

"Really good. Getting settled in."

"I guess you had a secret too?" he was fishing.

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"The lesbian thing. With Jana."

"Oh. That." I said, noncommittal.

"Am I missing something? Aren't you two a couple now?" Pressing.

I was getting wary. "Is that why you wanted to talk to me, to get the details of my love life?"

"No, no. I just care about you is all. I'm curious about how you're doing. I've missed you this week."

"Justin, I don't know if I'm a 'lesbian' or not. It was just something that happened. I still like men. I had a date with one last night."

"You're not wasting any time!" he grinned, but it had a leer to it.

"I'm starting to think this wasn't a good idea." I said.

"I'm sorry. I guess I'm jealous and maybe a little hurt. It's been a confusing week."

"It has certainly been a whirlwind. For both of us." I agreed. 

Changing the subject. "I've decided to go to law school in the fall."

"That's good news."

I told him about my decision and the unexpected generosity of the law firm. We chatted amicably until we were nearly finished with our meal.

"I'm thinking about moving, myself." He said as he paid the check.

"Oh?" 

We walked out onto the sidewalk.

"Yeah. I think I need to move to a bigger city. Start over. Be who I really am. San Francisco maybe." 

I couldn't resist asking. "Who are you, really? I mean, what is this all about? Be honest. You owe me that."

He sighed. "Erika, it's so complicated and confusing. This is really the conversation I wanted to have with you in there when I was being so... rude. And I'm sorry. I just don't know how to... how to say it."

I said to him, "Jason, you don't have to hide anything from me. I do care about you and want the best for you. I want you to be happy and fulfilled, and I'm smart enough to know that begins with self-honesty. And I also know that sharing with someone else is an important part of it. You need to say it out loud. Confess it to another person. Keeping a secret like that is... well, somebody should know is all."




Erika Blossoms Ch. 18-21



I looked at him and smiled. "Who better than me?"

"Can you walk with me a minute?" He asked.

I checked the time. "Yes, I can walk with you."

So we walked as he talked and I listened.

"When I'm honest with myself, this is what I find. I'm not attracted at all to men. I adore women. But the kind of women I am attracted to also have dicks. Jana had it right. That's what I want. I want a tall, beautiful, woman with a dick. I would do anything she wanted. Anything. I would happily be her slave in the bedroom." 

"I don't want to be treated like that in public, but in the bedroom, I crave it. I want to be dominated and humiliated and treated like a dirty fuck toy. I loved what you guys did to me last weekend." 

"I have no idea where it comes from. I wasn't abused as a kid. I don't have anything in my past that would explain it. I was born this way I guess."

"I have lived in fear of it for so long, always ashamed and always hiding it. It has made me the most boring person on the planet because I'm so afraid of revealing myself -- afraid it might slip out or show somehow, that people will discover my secret."

"When you came into the bedroom last weekend wearing those pantyhose, I thought I would die. I knew immediately that you had discovered it somehow, and thought that you were OK with it and that we were going to find a way to make it all work out. That's why I bought that harness deal. In my mind, you and I were going to have my little kink and keep it a secret forever."

"But it didn't work out that way and now the genie is out of the bottle and she's not going back in. So I have to find a way to make it work out by myself now, because you've moved on. And I'm scared and lonely and I don't know what to do."

He had stopped walking and was staring straight ahead. His eyes were dry.

I stopped and turned to face him, forcing him to look at me.

"I don't have any of those answers for you or even any practical advice on how to go about finding them. I have enough on my hands trying to figure some things out for me. But I'd like to be friends while you figure it out."

"It's just so damned hard." He said.

"No, that is the fear talking. Being honest is easy." I said.

He looked into my eyes. "Is it? Because I'm always so scared."

"It is if you accept it, truly accept it and deal with it honestly."

He reached out and hugged me very tight.

"You promise you'll still be my friend?"

I pulled back and looked at him. "I promise. As long as you're being honest with yourself, and being kind to yourself. You deserve to be happy and loved for who you really are, and someone out there is waiting for you to come into their life. I was told earlier this week, and I believe it to be true, that there are times in our lives when we have to close one door before another one will open."

"I think that's where you are. I think you have to find a way to close the door on your fear before the next door will open, a door that will lead to an honest way of life for you."

"I don't think that the opposite of fear is courage, I think its opposite is honesty, and that it takes courage to be honest, especially in the face of fear. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, in a loopy way, it does."

I hugged him this time. Tight.

"I have to get back..."

"I do too." He said.

"You can call me. Anytime." I told him.

"Ok. Thank you." He looked weary.

"And Jason, I owe you a 'thank you' as well."

He smiled.

"Thank you." I said.

"You're welcome."

CHAPTER TWENTY -- Friday Afternoon

Back at my desk, I couldn't resist checking my email to see if Jana had seen my note and reply to Keith.

She had.

***

Killed the presentation. Killed it. But furious at Rob. (I knew Rob to be an asshole co-worker of hers) I'll fill you in on that tonight.

Here is the shorter version of those two emails you forwarded:

Erika, sorry I came so quick and didn't give you an orgasm. I hope you let me have a do-over soon. Keith

Keith, I was so excited over your ginormous black cock that I didn't notice. Please fuck me with it soon. Erika

***

I laughed and hit reply.

***

LOL! That's pretty accurate. Do you (we) have plans for tonight? Ended up having lunch with Jason. I'll fill you in on that tonight.

***

I hit send and turned my attention to my work. Or tried to anyway. Mr. Jackson still hadn't made it into the office.

After I caught up with my to-do list for today and even part of Monday's, I turned to my laptop and did a google search for "Keith Wilcox".

A surprisingly large number of hits return. I start scrolling through them, occasionally clicking a link if something catches my eye.

"#1 Overall Pick!" screamed one headline. I clicked it and quickly scanned the article. It praised his 'high revving motor' and his work ethic. It talked about a very large, long-term guaranteed contract. "Sure Fire Game Changer!" another headline read. He had made the cover of Sports Illustrated. There were several articles about his mother's death.

There were a large number of articles about his company, its phenomenal growth, its potential for franchising and perhaps an IPO at some point in the future. They were all positive, and painted him as some kind of entrepreneurial whiz kid.

I also noted a surprising number of articles about a charitable foundation he had set up for at-risk inner city kids.

I clicked over to google images. Lots of photos of him as a player, with an occasional photo of him at a podium, some with him hugging kids and just a few with a woman on his arm at some social event. It was always the same woman.

I clicked on one of them, and an article came up about gala event his foundation had thrown last year -- a fundraiser for his foundation. The Martha Wilcox Foundation. Named after his mother.

I looked closely at the photo. She was a gorgeous woman in an elegant evening gown. The caption below the photo named her "Keith Wilcox and fiancé Shawna Blackwell".

Oh dear Lord, he can't be married, I thought.

I googled her name. Daughter of a record company executive. Grew up in Detroit. Socialite. Lots of articles about her on the gossip sites, with a large percentage of them devoted to her engagement with Keith. "Shawna's Dream Wedding Plans" one headline stated breathlessly. The date for the wedding being listed for June of this year -- a couple of months away. Goddamit. That bastard I thought. He's a 'playa' after all. A charming, handsome, smooth-talking asshole just looking to get his dick wet.

I was suddenly relieved that he didn't ask me twice to go to his room last night, but still felt like a fool.

I resisted the urge to copy the link and email it to him.

I looked at the time, ten minutes until five. Time to call it a week. I wondered why I hadn't seen Mr. Jackson all day.

I tidied my desk, gathered my things and walked down to my car. As soon as I sat down, I saw the white spot on the console again and made a note to stop by the store and get something to scrub it off with.

"I'm done with you, you lying, cheating bastard." I said to the white spot. And I meant it.

I knew as soon as I walked in the door that Jana wasn't home yet, but the boxes from my apartment were sitting in the front hall area.

I went and changed into some shorts and a t-shirt, poured myself a glass of wine and went out on the balcony to sit and think.

It's not like I made a date with him myself, I thought. Jana set it up. It was a blind date and I had no way of knowing before hand that he was engaged. If I had known, what happened in the car last night would not have happened. One of my college boyfriends had cheated on me, and I know what that feels like. I wouldn't do that to another woman.

I wondered if I should try to get in touch with her, and quickly decided that probably wasn't the best idea, but made a mental note to discuss it with Jana.

I thought about Jana and my Dad, and I thought about Mr. Jackson and June. I thought about the old boyfriend who cheated on me.

I sipped my wine and pondered all these things on a gorgeous early spring afternoon, sitting on the balcony of the home I shared with the woman I love. Maybe, I thought, maybe I already have what I'm looking for.

I picked up my phone and called my Dad's number.

"Hello?"

"Hi Daddy."

"Hello Ladybug."

We exchanged the usual pleasantries. I could hear the busy shop in the background, which meant that he wasn't in what passes for his office.

"I have some news."

"Let's hear it."

"I broke up with Jason, I'm going to law school and I've moved in with Jana." I wondered how I was going to explain about the new car.

"Well..." He paused, "that is all news all right. Tell me about Jason."

"I'm going to go ahead and blame that on you, Daddy." I teased.

"On me? What did I do?"

"Do you remember our talk Sunday, when you said that guys like him have some weird secret?"

"Uh huh."

"You were right."

"I see."

"I'm just going to leave it at that. Honestly though, it was time, secret or not."

"I agree. Are you OK?" he asked pointedly.

"Yes, I'm fine. I really am. Better than fine actually."

"OK. If you need to talk..." 

I pressed forward. 

"My firm has a program where they will pay tuition for law students that work there. It's too good an offer to pass up, so I'm looking at starting in the fall and working part-time."

"That makes me very happy sweetheart. You deciding to go back to school and the tuition thing."

"And moving in with Jana just seemed like the smart thing to do. I'll save money, it's a really nice place, closer to work and school and well, she's my best friend. She's been really helpful with the breakup and----"

"You don't have to explain it honey, I think it makes a lot of sense. I've wondered why y'all didn't do that after you both graduated."

"I was too stubborn I guess. I wanted to prove I could make it on my own."

"Ladybug, we all need other people in our lives to support us and help us and if that's what you and Jana have together, I think it's a great idea."

The way he said 'what you and Jana have together' made me wonder if he'd guessed more than he had been told. He's pretty perceptive.

"And you know how I feel about Jana. She's a good one."

I know how you feel now you old horn dog. I thought with a little smile.

I heard something crash in the background and heard Daddy cover the phone with his hand, "Stop what you're doing RIGHT NOW dumbass!" he bellowed.

"I gotta go Ladybug, they are trying to tear the place down."

"I love you Daddy."

"I love you, Ladybug. Give my best to Jana."

"I will."

Right on cue, Jana walks in, looking a little beat. She walks out to the balcony and plopped down beside me, kicking her shoes off as she did.

"You look like you've had a long day."

She sighed. "Yeah, it was. Mostly because I was up so late," She leaned over and gave me a little kiss, "but also because of the stress of the presentation. And then Rob was such a dick and I let him get under my skin."

"I'll get you a glass of wine."

I went in to the kitchen and poured her a glass, and returned to the balcony.

"What can I get for you? Draw you a bath? Back and neck massage? Orgasm?"

She smiled. "All of it. Later. I just want to sit here for a few and unwind."

"Do you have plans for the night?" I asked.

"I hoped we could stay in. Maybe get a pizza and watch a movie."

"That's what I was hoping for too. Instead of pizza, how about I cook dinner. I'm feeling domestic."

"That sounds lovely."

"What happened with Rob today?"

She cut her eyes over to me. "That rat-bastard. After my presentation, he got up and said 'Isn't she lovely gentleman? She's going to make someone a fine trophy-wife some day'."

"No way!"

"Way." Her eyes narrowed as she looked out across the evening skyline over the top of her wine glass.

"What was the reaction?"

"Stunned silence for the most part. I saw one old guy give a nervous little cough."

"Did you kill him afterwards?"

"No, our boss got to him first. Dan tore him a new one for 'undercutting the firm's legitimacy' and 'being incredibly insensitive to a collegue', blah, blah, blah. Dan made him come and apologize to me."

"The only reason he works there in the first place is because we handle his family's fortune. He's one of those punk-ass pricks born wealthy who thinks he's done something with his life."

"He's had it in for me for a long time. When I first started working there he was always hitting on me. Real relentless. I was very polite and kept turning him down. He cornered me in the copy room one morning and tried to snatch a kiss and cop a feel. That's when I removed his balls and handed them back to him. He's hated me ever since."

"And I'll be honest, I got the job there because of my family's money, I know that. The difference is that I'm actually good at my job."

She took another sip of wine.

"Dan came into my office later and said 'Don't let him bother you. He's threatened by your talent and your work ethic. He knows you'll be his boss some day soon'. So, that was nice to hear. Dan is a sharp one."

I reached over and took her hand. "Sorry you had a shitty day."

"Ahh, it's all right. I'm better now that I'm here with you." She smiled and turned her plump lips toward me.

My heart leapt into my throat as I leaned over and kissed her passionately.

"I'm going to walk down to the corner and pick up a few things for dinner. You sit and enjoy your wine and when I get back, I'll draw a bath for you to soak in while I cook." I said.

"Sounds heavenly."

I grabbed my purse and walked down to the corner market. I found some fresh scallops, picked out a loaf of French bread and some other little tidbits for our meal.

Walking back, my mind drifted back to Keith. I realized that I had cooled off quite a bit. It was just one date, and it was an arranged one. I was grateful that the petting in the car didn't get more involved.

When I returned, Jana was still on the balcony. The late afternoon sky was dramatic, with clouds coming in from the southwest. I went to Jana's bathroom and started a bath. Once it was drawn and piping hot, I went to the balcony door and said "Your bath is ready."

Jana disappeared into her room and I busied myself with supper. 

Once everything was in hand, I took two glasses of wine back to the bathroom. Jana had sank up to her chin in the chamomile scented water. I sat down on the edge of the tub and handed the glass of wine to Jana.

"Keith is engaged."

"WHAT!?" Jana sat up suddenly, spilling a good bit of wine into the tub.

"June wedding."

Jana sat open mouthed, unable to speak.

"I could show you about a six dozen stories on-line about it. BIG event planned. Some Detroit socialite. She's gorgeous."

Jana sank back into the tub.

"Well, fuck."

"Yeah."

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

"Don't be silly."

"No, it is. I never even thought to look for myself. If it was someone I was interested in, it would have been the first thing I'd have done." She reached out and touched my hand. "You must be crushed."

"It's not your fault. And I'm ok, really."

Jana looked grumpy again.

"Look at me," I said. "This shouldn't surprise either of us. We know how they are. Let's just be glad it didn't go any farther, and lesson learned. The part I'm upset with is that I let myself get carried away last night against everything I believe about men and dating and sex and all that."

"That rat-bastard!" she spat out again.

"And the other thing I'm disappointed with is, that I nearly threw away any chance I have with Mr. Jackson -- however small that is."

"I think it's better than you think."

"We'll find out tomorrow, won't we?" I smiled down at Jana. "I better go check on dinner. It will be just a few minutes, so you can come on out anytime."

"Hand me a towel before you go."

I handed Jana a towel and watched as she stood and the water ran down her curves. Every time I see her naked, it takes my breath away.

I went out to the kitchen and put the final touches on dinner. Jana came out wearing loose pajama shorts and a short pajama top, her hair up in a ponytail. She looked like a teenage dream.

"Smells delicious, what can I do to help?"

"You could set the table."

She did and soon we were eating together at the table of the home we shared. 

A simple spinach salad, pasta with a light cream sauce and seared scallops. It came together very nicely and I was happy and content to stay home with the woman I love.

We cleaned the table and kitchen together. When we were finished, we walked to the living room. We were both confronted with a couple of dozen boxes from my old apartment. And my mother's rocking chair.

Jana crossed one arm under her breast, rested the other elbow on her wrist and rubbed her chin thoughtfully.

"So, what's in those boxes anyway?"

"Books mostly. Some winter clothes. Keepsakes. I'm surprised it is so many boxes."

"Your mother's rocking chair is lovely. Do you have a spot picked out for it?"

"No, I haven't really thought about it."

"It's so nice, it would go in any room, but I think it might look best in my room." She looked over at me. "We could move that little ottoman into the other room..." she trailed off.

I pulled her close and hugged her. She turned her face up to me and we kissed. I felt my heart thumping in my chest. I was on the verge of tears.

"Jana..."

"Erika."

"I'm happy."

"I know. Me too."

"No. I mean it. I'm happy." My eyes, full of tears.

"Ladybug, you have no idea. This is exactly how I always had it pictured in my mind. You, me, the rocking chair..." She smiled big.

It was just the perfect thing to say to keep me from becoming a weepy mess.

I kissed her again, a huge smile between our lips.

And then she did it.

"Maybe someday we'll have a baby to rock in that chair."

I took her face into my hands and pushed my lips into hers with every ounce of passion I had. Tears streaming down my face.

It was the Best. Kiss. Ever.

Again.

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE -- Friday Evening.

When it was over, Jana said "Movie?"

"Yes. Find something you'd like and I'm going to start in on unpacking some of those boxes."

I lugged some of the boxes over and sat down in front of the couch while Jana scanned for something to watch.

"What are you in the mood for?"

"Something light."

She finally found some romantic comedy with Steve Carrell and Tina Fey. I began sorting the books into a keep pile and a Goodwill pile. The Goodwill pile grew much faster than the keep pile.

I had made my way through quite a few of the boxes and the movie was about halfway finished. I wasn't really paying that close attention to it. We chatted a little in the slow spots.

Jana, suddenly, "That rat bastard!" she spat out. I looked up at the movie and then at Jana.

"What?"

"Keith!"

"Oh, that rat bastard. I thought you were talking about Steve Carrell and it surprised me because he seems so sweet."

"I talked to him half a dozen times setting that date up. The more I think about it, the angrier I get."

"I'm already over it." I said.

"I know it's not right, but I want revenge. He used me to get to you. He lied by omission to do it."

"Let it go. I have."

"I thought he was going to be the one for you. The he'd be the one who finally showed you what it's like to get fucked like a whore and made to like it."

"Jana! I'm not a whore!"

"Of course you're not. You just need to get fucked like one."

"Honestly!" I turned back to my book sorting.

Jana turned and grabbed my by the shoulders and pushed me down onto my back. She was astride me. She leaned down and kissed me ferociously. Her hands suddenly all over me, grinding her pussy against mine.




Erika Blossoms Ch. 18-21



She squeezed my breasts roughly as I moaned and writhed beneath her. My pussy was hot and wet in an instant. I wrapped one of my long, lithe legs around her, pulling her against me tighter. She began to hump against my pussy.

I reached up for her breasts. Instead, she grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head as she kissed behind my ears and down my neck. She shifted and placed her knee between my thighs, pushing it firmly against my soaked pussy. I began to roll my hips against it. 

She was being very aggressive and forceful and I my body responded immediately. I was so ready to get fucked.

And it hit me. I was ready to get fucked. It was suddenly clear what she was doing.

"Ok, ok. I get it."

She let go of my wrists and sat up, smiling.

"You won't know what I'm talking about until it happens. It's something like that, but with more testosterone. And a big, hard cock."

"That was pretty good." I reached up and pulled her back down to me. We kissed again and again. "I'm not so sure I need a cock."

"Oh yes you do. You need it bad."

"Maybe." I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of agreeing with her, but my libido was nodding her head vigorously.

"I was hoping it would be Keith."

"I was too."

"I'm going to get him back for this." she said as she sat up.

I sat up as well and straightened myself up a little. She had really done a number on me in a very short time. I was ready.

"Jana, let it go. Nothing good can come of it. Karma will catch up with him eventually."

"No it won't. It never does for guys like him. Handsome, has some money, successful. It would take getting caught in bed with a live boy or a dead girl to touch him. The rat bastard."

I shrugged.

"I don't care about him one way or another. It was an exciting night, but it's not like I had any real emotional investment in him. OH! Speaking of, I had lunch with Jason today."

"Oh. Right. What's he up to?" she asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

"It was weird. At first he was asking questions about us, but it was just because he was nervous and didn't know how to say what he really wanted to say."

"Which was?"

"Oh, it was about not keeping secrets and being 'who I am' and stuff like that. He's trying to come to grips with himself and learn to accept it and live with it. He's really trying, but he's lost and doesn't know how to get there from here. It was kind of sad actually. But refreshing in a way too. He was trying to be honest at least."

"I'm still nervous about him. I wish we hadn't done what we did in his apartment. That was a little out of control."

I shrugged again. "Can't do anything about it now."

The movie was wrapping up. Jana got up and brought us both a glass of wine.

"Let's play 20 Questions." she said.

I looked over at her, she was smiling through her wine glass. "Ok."

"I'll go first. Have you ever had an orgasm from intercourse?"

"No." I said. "Same question back to you."

"Yes. Many times." she replied.

"Have you ever had a g-spot orgasm?" she asked me.

"No. Does the g-spot really exist?"

Jana leaned over and stuck her middle finger in her mouth and pulled it out shiny and wet. She reached between my legs, pushed my shorts to the side and pushed it into my pussy. She started rubbing a spot against the front of my vagina, sort of behind my clit.

I felt it immediately. My hips gave a little buck and my eyes got wide.

"It's right... there." She was rubbing firmly and steadily. It felt unlike anything I had ever felt. "It's a little raised rough patch, about the size of the pad of your thumb." She continued to rub at the same firm and steady pace. I could feel an orgasm building quickly.

"Some women find it uncomfortable?" a question. I bit my lip and shook my head 'no'.

"It seems to work best if you rub the side of it." I felt her finger shift position a bit and my hips started bucking again, quite against my will. She kept the same slow, steady pace. My pussy was leaking a lot of juice. She was watching my face intently and I was doing the same to hers.

I felt it roll over me with a slow, crushing force, like I was being pushed down by some heavy, unyielding weight. I grabbed her wrist as she continued to rub that spot.

"oh. Oh! That's... Oh yes. That's it. Don't stop doing that. Oh. Oooooohhhhhhh...."

My orgasm rolled on and on.

After what seemed like an impossibly long time for an orgasm, I pulled her finger out of my dripping pussy. "Enough! I can't take any more!"

She smiled and leaned over and kissed me.

"That, my love, is what an orgasm from intercourse can be like, with the right man and the right cock."

It was a whole new kind of orgasm. Not spiky or prickly, but firm and broad. It was delicious.

"That's four questions." she said as she sat back on the couch. I tried to count and had already lost track. "Here's number five."

"Have you ever been in a threesome?"

"The other night with you and Justin is as close as I've ever come and I thought at one point that's were it was going. I would not have objected. David often tried to get me to do it with he and his room mate, but I could never bring myself to do it, mostly because I knew David would be a pig and tell everyone. Part of me wanted to though."

It was my turn and I had to think. It was hard, because I knew her so well already.

"Number Six. Who was your best lover?"

"You." she didn't hesitate.

"Hold on a minute. That's not what I meant." I protested.

"It's the truth, but Ok, I know what you're asking. As far as just the physical act with a guy, Justin is way up there. His cock is astounding, and he knows how to use it. He's dumb enough to not be an inconsiderate lover and he genuinely delights in pleasing me, and he can go endlessly. I've never gotten all of him in one night."

"If you add in the emotional part, your Dad is near the top of the list. Making love with him was totally satisfying. He has a gorgeously thick cock, not too long, and knows exactly what he's doing with it. He is a very good lover. There was way too much working against us to ever have a real relationship, but if things had been different, I could see myself in a relationship with him."

"But the very best would have to have been Sean Wildmon. You remember him?"

"You went out with him a few times in college? The basketball player?"

"That's him. We went out more than you know. It was the same time you were with David so you were pretty wrapped up, but even so, we kept it on the down-low. We were both nervous about the black/white thing -- me more than him I'm sure. He was my first African-American lover and I still wasn't over the racism thing. I worried what people would think about me way too much and was scared about what my family would say if they found out."

"If I've ever been in love with a man, it was him. His body was a masterpiece, his cock was too, and he was a great, great lover. He was also whip smart, charming and going places. He's the one that I had my first intercourse orgasm with. God, he could make me cum so hard. Part of it was, I'm sure, the whole taboo black/white thing, but not all of it. He was just good. I've always thought of him as 'the one who got away'."

She sounded a little wistful.

"Ok, number seven. Ever done anal?" Jana asked.

"No, but I've recently opened up to the idea. I don't know how you would deal with the mess though."

"It's pretty simple, make sure you're empty and have an enema first. Makes the whole thing so much better."

"Well, there goes my number eight." I said. "Number eight. I saw a porn movie once where a woman took two men in the same time, one regularly, and one anally." I raised my eyebrows at her.

"DP. Double Penetration. I've tried it. It can be amazing with the right partners, a disaster with the wrong ones. It's harder to pull off than it looks in porn."

"Number eight. Favorite fantasy?" She asked.

My favorite fantasy leapt into the front of my brain, and I blushed a deep red. I saw Jana's eyes light up.

"Do I have to?"

"Absolutely yes."

"Shit."

"Give it up."

I hesitated. Took a deep breath, closed my eyes and began. 

"It is a very exclusive men's club kind of place. Deep leather chairs, dark oak paneling, lush carpets, that sort of thing. They are having a gorgeous, expansive, formal banquet -- a decadent feast with every kind of delicacy you can imagine around a giant round table. There is a string quartet playing classical music in the corner of the room. They are all wealthy, powerful men. Strong, cultured, virile men with the most exquisite taste in things. Men of all races, all shapes and sizes, all cultures."

"As the main course is finishing up, the desert is brought into the room. I am rolled into the banquet room on an elegant, gilded cart and placed in the center of the banquet table by the servants. Then surrounded by the most luscious desserts you can ever imagine."

"I am completely naked. The men begin to share small bites of the delicate desserts with me. After dinner aperitifs are served as I begin to slowly touch myself. My beauty moves them, one and all -- their eyes aflame with passion for me."

"Slowly, the men begin to disrobe and they begin to touch me. Their hands are on every part of my body. It begins softly with gentle stroking, soft kisses and feather-light nibbles. It gradually becomes more urgent, more forceful, but it never becomes frantic or rushed."

"They take their sweet, agonizingly patient time, adoring every part of my body until I am in the throes of a passion I cannot control."

"Eventually, a man is chosen by silent consent to take me. He climbs onto the table with me and plunges his stiff cock into me. He doesn't last long. His cock throbs into me and releases. He is quickly replaced by another. I feel his hardness penetrate me fully. He releases into me quickly and is replaced by another. It goes on like this, men on top of me, sometimes behind me, sometimes by twos and sometimes by threes or more. They use my pussy, my mouth, my ass, my hands my breasts -- everything is open to them to use as they wish."

"They are urgent, but gentle and loving, moved to use my body for their pleasure and give me pleasure in return. They all take their pleasure quickly and move aside for the next with civilized grace. No one speaks. It is only my body, my pleasure at their hands. I see in the passion in their eyes as they take me over and over again."

"I experience a rolling, ongoing series of orgasms that crash against each other in an endless series of climaxes, peaking higher and higher until it is one continuous orgasm that pushes me to a place no woman has ever been."

"I am not ashamed to be used like this, but honored to have been chosen. I feel beautiful, wanted, adored and treasured. And the men have no shame in themselves or what they are doing, knowing that they have given me a gift that can never be duplicated."

"Finally, when they are all sated, one man remains. He comes to me. He is younger than the others and beautiful like a god. He pushes into me deeply, fully. I feel his throbbing cock inhabiting every part of my pussy. I am filled completely. My orgasm reaches a new plateau as he fucks me forcefully, but he remains gentle and loving."

"He makes love to me for a long time as I drift in and out of this world. It reaches the point that there is only he and I, and my pleasure. His hard cock plunging into my perfectly filled pussy is all that exists. When I feel the ultimate peak coming, I pull him into me and whisper into his ear, 'now'. He plunges into me for the final time, filling me to overflowing. My pleasure is supreme, the ultimate aim of the entire proceeding. The man withdraws and the lights are turned down low."

"As I drift gently back to earth, I feel their hands, their mouths, on me again. Stroking softly, kissing gently, letting me return to this world slowly."

I opened my eyes and looked at Jana.

Her face was flush. Her nipples, thick and puffy. Her hand is buried in her pussy, rubbing it slowly and firmly.

"My God." was all she could manage to say. She swallowed a big drink of wine and shook her head gently, like she was trying to clear it.

I smiled at her, a little embarrassed. 

"So..."

"Astounding. That's the most erotic thing I've ever heard or even imagined."

"My turn?"

She nodded and took her fingers from her pussy.

"Number nine. What is your favorite position?"

"Hmmm. That's harder to answer than you'd think." She thought for a moment. "If he's a big man, and he's skilled, I like it on the bottom. I like it to start soft and slow and then end up with a good old-fashioned, pussy pounding fuck with my legs spread wide and my knees in the air. If he's not skilled, I like it on top so I can control things. If he's average size, I love it from behind in the doggy position. A long cock from that position can get painful for me."

"Number ten," she said. "What was your first real sex like?"

"Pretty routine I guess. I was sixteen. Very nervous. I thought I was in love. It didn't hurt like I thought it would. It was very quick. I wondered what the fuss was all about. I didn't really get it until I started sleeping with David in college. He could be a lot of fun in bed. Had my first real orgasm with him licking my pussy."

"Number eleven. Will you kiss me?"

I serene smile came across her face. She leaned over and brushed my lips with her fingertips before she pressed her lips to mine and we melted together.

"That's cheating." she said, never breaking the kiss. She pressed against me even tighter. I could feel the moist heat coming from her as she pressed her pussy against my thigh. 

I slid my hands up her ribcage and felt her heavy breasts in my hands. Her nipples were full and puffy. I could feel her pussy slowly rolling on my thigh as we pressed into one another.

I pushed her back. "Your turn."

She sat up, smiling. "So, that's how it's going to be, is it?" I watched her breasts rise and fall with her heavy breathing.

"Number twelve. Will you take me to bed?" 

She stood and reached out her hand.



Erika Blossoms Ch. 22-25



CHAPTER TWENTY TWO -- Saturday Morning

I woke up slowly, sleepily watching Jana as we lay next to one another, fascinated by the slow rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. She was covered lightly with a sheet, and her soft curves had me breathless. 

The sun was bright through the windows. It was after 9 O'clock. I thought about the torrid lovemaking we enjoyed the night previous after failing to get all the way through a game of Twenty Questions.

It was sublime. Passionate, intense, loving and deeply satisfying.

Even so, something was missing and I knew what it was. A cock.

I had asked her to use the large dildo we inherited from Jason, my old boyfriend.

"No, ladybug, I want your first experience with something bigger than that little thing Jason had to be a real, live, flesh and blood cock." she said as she moved down to lick my pussy." She had said.

It frustrated me last night, but this morning I was kind of glad because that's what I want too. I was looking forward to finding the right man who would fill me up completely. I was ready to know what that's like.

I saw Jana's eyes fluttering. She was dreaming. I wondered what her dreams were made of as I raised up on one elbow to lean over and kiss her fluttering eyelids as lightly as I could.

I felt her stirring, a sort of writhing motion that started at her shoulders and worked its way down her body. Her eyes opened and she turned her face towards me.

"Good morning."

I replied by kissing her lips softly.

I felt her begin to stretch as she raised her arms above her head, arched her back and let out a sensual moan.

Her eyes suddenly flew wide open. "Your date with Jack is today!"

I nodded with a smile.

"Oh my god. We have so much to do!" She sat bolt upright in the bed. "What time is it now?"

"After nine."

"Get dressed. We have an appointment at ten!" She pushed me toward the side of the bed. "Hurry!"

Less than twenty minutes later we were out the door, driving fast.

"First we get a mani/pedi, and a wax job, then we have to find a new dress for you to wear and then get our hair done. We slept way too late!"

"If you hadn't kept me up half the night..." I smiled over at her.

"Don't blame your wanton sluttiness on me, little missy." she said with a grin. "You're the one who couldn't get enough last night."

She reached over and gave my hand a little squeeze.

Soon enough, we were both in the chair, pretty girls fussing over our hands and feet.

"So what's your dress strategy for tonight?"

"Dress strategy? I don't have a 'dress strategy'."

I saw her shoulders sag as she sighed and looked at me like I was 8 years old.

"You have to have a dress strategy. What do you want to say to him with the way you are dressed?"

"Ummm. That I look good?"

She sighed again. "Erika, for heavens sake!"

"You've completely lost me."

"Do you want to say 'fuck me now', or 'I might be willing to fuck you tonight', or 'No chance in seven hells of getting this fine pussy tonight'? Seriously. We need to get this worked out before we go shopping."

The girl working on Erika's hands let out a nervous little giggle.

"Can't my dress just say "I'm here to have dinner?"

"Sure. You look fab in sweats and a t-shirt." she said sarcastically.

"That's not what I mean."

"Honey, you look fabulous in anything you wear, but you need to think about this up front. If you want a real relationship with Jack, then we have to go about this deliberately and mindfully."

"Ok. So what do 'we' want to say with 'our' dress."

"I think we should go with 'I'm available, maybe'."

"What does that look like?"

"We'll know it when we see it." she said. "Just hold the thought in your pretty head and the right dress will present itself."

We were done at the manicurist and were ushered into the waxing area.

I was nervous. I had never had a wax job.

The pretty little Asian girl led me into a room. Jana came along.

"I had one last week. So I'm good for a while." She said.

The Asian girl asked me about styling and handed me a little brochure.

Jana and I looked together. After a bit of discussion, we decide completely bare.

"Jack will love you like that." Jana said.

"Jana! It's not like that!" I squealed.

My libido was hoping it was exactly like that.

Jana fiddled with her phone while the Asian girl did her work. It stung pretty sharply, but the pain was bearable. Maybe even a little exciting.

The procedure was clinical, but also oddly erotic in a way. Besides Jana, this was the only other woman to have ever touched me there. 

When she was finished, Jana handed her a crisp $100 bill and asked her for a moment of privacy. The pretty little Asian girl bowed and backed out of the room.

Jana stepped in close to inspect the work.

"Does it sting?" She leaned down and gave the top of my pussy a little kiss.

"Yes, it does." I pouted.

"Does it need some lotion to soothe it?" Another kiss.

"Maybe." I raised my hips off the table.

She delicately spread me open with her fingers and kissed my clitoris with her full lips. I pushed my hips up further, trying to get more of her mouth onto me. My clitoris felt as hard as a pearl.

Jana, oh so lightly, flicked her tongue across it rapidly back and forth.

My orgasm was immediate.

When I had cooled down a minute, Jana reached over to the counter and picked up an exotic looking bottle, opened it and poured a generous amount into her hand.

Replacing the bottle, she rubbed her hands together to warm them up.

Then, she began to rub it into my skin.

"This has some Tea Tree Oil in it. It will go on cool and then it will heat up before cooling and soothing." 

I could feel it immediately. It began to heat up in a slightly alarming way. My pussy was both hot and cold at the same time. 

I decided I liked it.

When she was finished massaging the oil into my overheated skin, I rose off the table and got dressed. We headed for the upscale mall on the west side of town.

Our conversation returned to the dress we were looking for. 

"What if I really do want my dress to tell him to rip my clothes off and fuck me silly?"

"That's a whole different look. Is that what you want?"

"Part of me does. But part of me says that this is just a casual dinner."

"We've been through that. He's interested or he wouldn't have invited you to his home."

I nodded.

"Knowing what we know about him, it's a safe bet that he hasn't gotten laid in a long time."

I nodded again.

"But we don't want to be slutty and throw ourselves at him."

I nodded and giggled at the continuing use of 'we'."

"We want him to throw himself at us."

"What do I do if he does?"

"You have to make that decision as it comes. If he's just looking to get his dick wet, we say no. But if he indicates that he's interested in a real relationship, then maybe -- that's the tricky one. If he confesses that he's loved you since the first moment he laid eyes on you, then you fuck him silly immediately."

"1. Dick wet, no fuckee for you. 2. Possible relationship, maybe we have the sexytime. 3. In love, silly fucked. Got it." I grinned at her.

She grinned back. "Good. So, our best bet is to go with option number two -- available under the right circumstances. Right?"

"I suppose so."

We pulled into the mall, parked and went into one of the dress shops.

"Let's run through several shops quickly and get a feel for things."

"It's a shame I can't wear the one you had made for me."

"Yeah, If I had known you were going to make such a mess of it..." She smiled at me. "But really, that one says 'Fuck me NOW.', so it wouldn't be the right one."

"Maybe it would..."

Jana laughed.

We went up and down the mall, stopping in, breezing through, making mental notes. Jana picked out several that she thought were good. At one, I saw a dress that I liked.

When we got to the last one, Jana said, "Let's go back to the place where we saw that little blue one." and started working our way back.

"Let's stop in here first." I walked into the place where I had seen one I liked. Tomato red-orange-y, mid-thigh length, square top with little straps. Simple, but elegant in an understated way.

"I didn't see that one when we were here earlier."

Jana asked the sales girl, "Do you have one in her size?"

She nodded and went to the back. She came out after a few minutes and indicated the dressing room.

I came out after a few minutes. Jana gave a low whistle.

"That is so hot. Not slutty. Understated but elegant. It highlights your breasts and neckline. It's your perfect color too." She walked over and had me spin around. "It shows a lot of skin without showing anything." She touched my collar bone and pressed her fingertips against my neck. "It's an excellent choice."

"It could be a little snugger around your waist." She pinched the material together on both sides as we looked into the mirror.

Jana looked over at the sales girl "Can we get this taken in some? Today?"

The sales girl said, "Let me check." and walked to the back.

She emerged a few minutes later accompanied by an older woman with a measuring tape around her neck and a pin cushion wrist band.

She took some measurements, pinned it in a few places and asked me to take it off.

I went into the dressing room and put my own clothes back on.

I handed the seamstress the dress. Jana had a matching one at the counter, paying for it.

As I walked over, she explained. "We're taking one with us so we can match the shoes." Jana gave the sales clerk detailed instructions on where and when to deliver the dress.

And then we were on a quest for the right shoes. "We have to move fast. We have a hair appointment at three."

We were fortunate. We found the perfect pair at the third place we stopped. One inch, open toed sandals in the absolute perfect shade of patent leather.

"Let's go get our hair done."

Back to the car, racing across town, Jana said, "What do you want, in your heart of hearts, to happen tonight, Ladybug?"

"I suppose I want him to want me, and to not be to shy about it. I'd kind of like him to be a little bold and alpha male-ish about it. But not like 'let's fuck'... more like 'I've been waiting for this for so long'." She smiled a sideways smile. "That sounds perfect to me too."

"I've always had a bit of a crush on him, but never really thought too much about it because of Jason, and well, because he's my boss and has always been so professional with me. He's just the tiniest bit flirty sometimes, but not in an obvious or overt way. At least until the other day in his office when we had our little moment and that was more me than it was him. Something about wearing those pantyhose..." I trailed off.

"Oh yes, you have to be sure and wear a pair tonight."

I grinned and nodded.

We pulled up at the salon and went in.

"Hi Julie!" Jana walked over and hugged one of the hairdressers.

"Hi Jana." Julie smiled as they hugged.

"Julie, this is Erika, my roommate. Erika, Jana."

We exchanged pleasantries. Julie took me by the hand and led me to her chair.

I sat and she spun me around facing the mirror. Jana was standing next to Julie.

"What are we looking for today, ladies? New color? New style? Just a trim?"

I wrinkled up my nose. I had no idea.

"Her hair is such a gorgeous color already, maybe just a very subtle few highlights?" Jana asked.

"Yes, it's a gorgeous head of hair. Thick and soft and healthy. A few highlights wouldn't go astray." Julie said. "What about bangs?" My hair was all one length.

"Bangs might be nice..." Jana looked thoughtful.

Julie moved over to a desk on the opposite wall. She brought back a printed sheet with the top of a head -- with brown bangs -- and held it in front of me so that we could see something like what they might look like. I hadn't had bangs since I was 12.

"Oh my. I like that. A lot." Jana said.

Julie was fussing with the ends. "We should take a couple of inches off the bottom and clean up her line."

Jana nodded. "Yes, and let's go with the bangs."

"I'm sitting right here!"

Jana smiled brightly. "Of course you are. What do you think?"

"Let's go with the bangs and a couple of inches off the back. Some subtle highlights wouldn't go astray."

They both laughed.

"But make the bangs longer, just over the edge of being in my eyes. You remember Chrissy Hynde?"

Julie shrugged her shoulder. Jana whipped out her phone. A few second later, she had a photo of The Pretenders to show Julie and I.

"Like this?

"Not quite that long, but yes, that's what I was thinking."

Julie got busy.

"This isn't going to make my hair stink, is it?" I watched Julie mixing up some frothy looking goo.

"No. This is all organic and very, very mild. The highlights will be very subtle. It will give your hair a little more shine and depth.

She went about her work, and an hour and ten minutes later, I was looking at my new 'do in the mirror.

"I really, really like it!" I squealed. I turned my head to and fro looking from all angles.

"It really does draw attention to your gorgeous green eyes and the way the bangs taper down on the sides frame your face so pretty." Jana said. "We chose wisely. I think if you go a little heavier with your eyeliner tonight, you'll have him right where you want him -- a drooling puddle."

By the time we had settled up and drove home, it was nearly 5:00. Two hours to get ready. The package from the dress shop was waiting on us when we arrived.

I was famished. I realized I hadn't eaten anything all day. I wandered into the kitchen and cut up some fruit for a snack for Jana and I. I also put some cheese and crackers on a serving plate. She poured us each a glass of wine.

"You have a date tonight too, don't you? With Tony?"

"yup." She said, as she was munching on some apple slices.

"Now I feel like a shit. We didn't do anything for you today!"

"Don't be silly. I had a mani/pedi. I'm not due a wax or haircut and I have a brand new dress in the closet that I've been dying to wear. I'm good to go."

"Well, I need to quit being such a self-centered bitch. You are so good to me and I'm not holding up my end."

"Erika, I'll say it again, and I need you to let this sink all the way in. This is my dream come to life. To be here with you, sharing your life, sharing your bed, sharing your hopes and dreams, and to be here with you watching them come true, is everything I have wanted for so, so long. To watch you flower into the woman I've always known you could be is the most satisfying thing I can imagine. Please, please, please don't apologize for enjoying this day. It's all I've hoped for and more."

I could see the sincerity in her eyes, and I remembered something that Keith had said to me.

"Giving generously to others is a joy, and when people accept our generosity graciously, or joy is multiplied.." I said softly. Jana looked at me with a question in her eyes.

"Keith told me that the night we were driving to the club."

"Well, he's exactly right. But he's still a rat bastard."

"I think I need to know how that feels myself."

She leaned over and kissed me. "It's the best thing in the world. Your time is coming. It's part of who you are already. It's one of the reasons I love you so much. Your generosity of spirit. When I came to the public school, you were the first person to say 'hi' and the first person to make me feel welcome and wanted. You've always been that way to everyone. It's part of what makes you, you."

We kissed again, a deep, soul stirring kiss. "I love you, Jana."

"Now, we have to get ready for our dates!" She raised her glass of wine toward me, and then took a sip.

We retreated to our respective bedrooms. I took a hot shower and shaved my legs very carefully and thoroughly. I stood in front of the mirror looking at my body.

I looked at my breasts with a critical eye. Not the biggest bosom in the world, but adequate. My nipples ride high and get very sharp when I'm aroused. My waist is small and my hips flare out nicely -- but not dramatically. I'm not what you would call curvaceous, but I do have a nice shape.

I turned sideways. My tummy is flat, even though I haven't been to the gym is over a week, and my butt is firm and has a nice roundness to it, even though it is on the small side. The side view of my breasts is very nice I decided.

My legs are long and toned -- probably my best feature -- and my waist is short. I turned back to face the mirror. 

My neck is long, my collar bones are prominent on my slim frame. My shoulders are square and my arms are long and thin, but have a nice tone to them.

I saw myself in a new light. I had always thought myself a bit gangly and awkward looking, but what I was seeing was a sleek, firm and sexy body. 

It was like I was really seeing myself for the first time.

With everything that had happened over the past week, it was no big surprise, I supposed, because it had certainly changed my perspective on so many things. 

I wondered if I was just being a narcissist and falling in love with my own reflection. Or maybe I was letting go of some perception of myself that I had been carrying around since I really was an awkward, gangly teenager.

I picked up my brush and began to brush my hair. Because of the new haircut, I brushed my bangs straight down over my eyes.

It was pretty dramatic what the new cut did for me. My green eyes were definitely a bigger focus of my face and the cut helped to frame and accentuate my cheekbones. It somehow made my cheeks appear thinner. I had always thought that my face was too round for my tall frame, but this haircut was a miracle. I couldn't believe that I had never tried this before.

For the first time in my life, I was actually completely happy with the way I looked. Instead of seeing my flaws, I was seeing my assets - what was beautiful about me. It made me feel sexy, strong and confident.

I thought about Jana and I knew instantly and certainly that what I was seeing was a woman who was loved, and in love.

I had to tell her that very instant.

I walked across the house naked. Into her room and then her bathroom. She was standing at her mirror putting on her makeup.

I pushed myself against her back, wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her tightly. I kissed her neck and whispered 'I love you forever.' and held her there for a long moment.

I looked into the mirror and Jana had silent tears streaming down her face.

"Damnit. Look what you've done," she said as she turned to face me, "now I have to start all over with my makeup."

I pulled her face to mine and kissed her fiercely.

"I'm not going. I'm staying here with you. This is what I want. I want you." My eyes were burning with tears.

"Don't be silly, Ladybug. Of course you're going on your date. And I'm going on mine. We are both going to have a wonderful time with men we are interested in and attracted to. And at the end of the night, we'll be back here together like we are meant to be for now."

"We don't know what tomorrow holds, but tonight stretches out in front of us like an unopened oyster. It might have a pearl inside. I hope you do find a pearl tonight. Nothing would make me happier than to see you in a relationship with a man who adores you -- with a man worthy of you. And Jack is such a man." She whispered into my lips. 

She took me gently by the shoulders and pried me from her. "Now you go and get ready for your date. I have a feeling that tonight is going to be wonderful for us both."

It felt as if I was being torn in two. My love for her had become something fierce. I wasn't threatened by her date with Tony. I genuinely wanted her to have the time of her life, but I was threatened by my feelings for Mr. Jackson. What if we did hit it off and start a relationship? Could I love someone else as fiercely as I love Jana? Is it possible to be in love with two people at the same time, and keep your sanity?




Erika Blossoms Ch. 22-25



I reluctantly returned to my room to get ready for my date.

I dried my hair and put on my makeup -- just a little heavier on the eyeliner than usual -- but went pretty light on everything else. My lipstick was the exact shade of my new red-orange dress.

I liked the effect. My green eyes blazed out from under my bangs. My lips looked full and natural. I had cheekbones.

I pulled out an unopened pair of the Wolford pantyhose -- nude color -- and pulled them up my long, sleek legs, feeling a little decadent in them. They are sheer and feathery light, but substantial. I couldn't imagine why wearing pantyhose had gone out of style. They are so feminine and feel so nice. And oh my, what they do for my legs and ass is nearly criminal.

I had decided beforehand to forego the panties. If he wants me tonight and plays his cards right, he will find me willing.

I opened the box with my new dress, and heard my phone go off with a text message coming in. I picked it up and looked. It was from Mr. Jackson. It read "Look out your window."

I went to my bedroom window and looked out. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary, so I went out to the front and looked down to the street in front of the building.

There was a limousine parked in front of the building. The driver was standing on the sidewalk holding a sign that read "Ms. Thomas".

I squealed. "Jana, come here!"

Jana came running out half dressed in the cutest little panty and bra set I had ever seen. Her makeup was immaculate. Her hair put up elegantly atop her head. "What?"

I pointed. She looked. I held up my phone for her to see the text. She looked back down at the street.

"Oh. My. God."

She looked at me.

"Incredible."

She didn't say another word and walked back to her room shaking her head.

I texted Mr. Jackson back, "Is that for me?"

Immediately. "Yes, I thought it safest in the event that we have a drink or two. Can't have a DUI, now can we."

My reply. "So very thoughtful." I looked at the clock. "I'm nearly ready, but it's a bit early..."

Immediately. "Any time you wish."

I walked back to Jana's room. She was struggling to zip up her dress that was about half a size too small. It was a glittery pale blue that fit her like a smack in the mouth. Her generous bosom sat in it perfectly -- not too tight, not too lose -- and her hips and ass were poured in. It wasn't revealing at all, but the fit left little to the imagination.

I reached over and zipped her dress up.

She looked like a wet dream.

"Incredible." I said. "Tony will never know what hit him."

She looked up and smiled. "Thank you, Ladybug. You are going to kill Jack. He will take one look at you and just simply fall over dead. There is too much beautiful to take here." Her eyes were sparkling at me.

"Well. I guess I'm off then." Looking deeply into her eyes.

"Have a wonderful time." Her eyes, unflinching.

"You too." I turned to walk out.

I stopped before I reached the door.

"I don't think I can do this." I said, not turning around.

"Yes you can. I want you to. You want to. It's the next right thing for you."

"I'm afraid."

"Of what?"

"Messing this up. Messing us up."

"I love you and want the best for you, whatever that is."

"I'm trying to... to know that."

"You do. And you love me and want the best for me, whatever that is."

"Yes, I do."

"So let's figure out what that is." She walked around to face me. She lifted my chin gently and looked into my eyes. Her eyes impossibly, deeply blue. "Don't be ruled by your fear. Face it. And then we'll face tomorrow together, come what may."

"Let go of this. Don't let fear hold you back. Face your future with your chin up and your heart free. I put no claim on you." she said. "Nothing can happen tonight that will make this go away." She pressed her palm over my heart in what was a surprisingly intimate gesture.

I took a deep breath. "I don't know if I can be so generous if the situation is reversed. If you fall in love with someone, what if I can't let it go? What happens then?"

"You will never, ever have to let me go." 

She pressed my palm to her chest, over her heart. 

"I promise."

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE -- Saturday night

I walked up to the limo driver. "I'm Ms. Thomas."

"Right this way, miss." He was an older man, about 60 I guessed. I couldn't help but see his smile as he looked at me.

He opened the door for me and I climbed in the back. Once inside and seated, I looked around. Three roses in a box on the seat next to me. I opened the box and read the card. "My lady's presence makes the roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame." Shit.

I was already an emotional twit, and now this, the perfect card.

I looked out the window as the city slid by. I was excited, scared, nervous and happy, all at the same time, and my libido was bouncing around inside me like an excited puppy.

Time to make some decisions, I told myself, I am a strong, confident woman in charge of her life.

I decided that I would believe Jana, and that come what may, we'll be fine.

I decided that I would have fun and enjoy myself tonight.

I decided that I was going to get laid tonight if the opportunity even hinted at presenting itself.

I decided that I was going to do everything in my power to see that a hint presented itself.

I saw the window between myself and the driver slide down silently.

"Ms. Thomas, there is a bottle of champagne chilled in the little compartment there in front of you, or if you prefer, a glass of chardonnay."

"Thank you." I decided that I would pass on any alcohol for now.

I suddenly realized that I had no idea where Mr. Jackson lived. I guess that I had assumed that he lived in one of the upscale neighborhoods on the west side of town, but we were heading south.

I watched the city, and then the suburbs, pass behind us. We were out in the rural area on a sparse two lane road. I looked at my phone. It was nearly 7:00. I hoped that I wouldn't be late.

Shortly, we pulled off the road onto a smaller road. It twisted and turned for several miles, not passing a single house. Woods and fields passed behind us.

We rounded a corner and a house came into view. It was a mid-century modern with a flat roof and windows that ran from floor to ceiling. The sinking sun hitting it from the west. It was smaller than I expected.

I was surprised. From the rural setting, I was expecting a more traditional farmhouse kind of place. 

It looked well kept, but not fussed over. I could see that the house was perched on the edge of a hill, the back yard dropped out of view, rising again about a mile distant with a tree-covered rolling hill. To the left about 150 yards away, was a large barn.

There was a circular drive way. We pulled in. The driver hopped out and opened my door. As I stepped out, I saw Mr. Jackson standing in the doorway. He was holding a highball glass of amber liquid.

He walked down the wide porch steps to greet me, smiling boyishly.

He was dressed simply in khaki's and a white oxford. He was barefoot.

He walked up, took my hand, and bowed over to kiss the back of it.

Remembering Jana's lesson, I curtsied. I felt the roughness of his hand in mine. My libido was percolating happily.

"Erika, welcome. I thrilled that you are here."

"Thank you. I'm thrilled to be here." I tried to give him a dazzling smile through my nervousness. 

Without dropping his hand, I pulled him closer and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, lingering for just a moment. He smelled wonderful. Clean and masculine, with just a hint of wood smoke on him.

I noticed that he had a pretty substantial bandage on his hand. "What have you done to yourself Mr. Jackson?" indicating the bandage.

"Erika please, call me Jack." he said with an exasperated smile. "This is nothing. Just a little scratch from a recalcitrant exhaust manifold."

I took his bandaged hand. It was bleeding and the blood had seeped through the bandage.

"Let me see." 

"First, let me look at you." He raised his hand, somehow spinning me around like we were on a dance floor as he did. A pretty neat trick I thought.

"I do not have strong enough words to adequately describe how beautiful you are tonight. You are a vision. And seeing you now, I fear I am under-dressed."

I blushed and smiled. "Let's go in so I can take a look at that cut."

The limo driver gave a little cough. "Rupert, that will be all for now."

"All right. I'll be in my apartment when if need me." He walked toward the barn after giving me a little wink.

"Rupert has an apartment in the barn." he explained.

He turned and offered his elbow. I took it and we walked into the house. The last rays of the sun were streaming in almost horizontally. It was dramatically beautiful on the blonde wood floors and the eclectic collection of furniture.

"Your home is beautiful." 

"Thank you again. I believe, after seeing you, that I should dress more appropriately. If you will excuse me for a moment."

"I will not excuse you, not until I've had a look at that hand."

I took his hand and led him toward the kitchen.

"My father is a mechanic, and I've tended these kinds of cuts a zillion times." I explained as I removed the clumsy bandage. It was a jagged, ugly gash across the back of his hand.

"Oh my. This is an ugly one. Where is your first aid kit?"

He looked at me, grinning boyishly.

"In the bathroom off of the bedroom. Last door on the right." He nodded toward the hall.

"You wash that thoroughly. Lots of soap and water. I'll be right back."

I walked down the hall, my shoes click-tapping on the hardwood floors.

The bedroom door was closed. I opened it and went inside. Everything was neat and tidy. I went to the bathroom. It looked and smelled clean. I found the first aid kit sitting open on the bathroom counter. I closed it and returned to the kitchen.

He was just drying his hands. The cut was bleeding.

I wash and dried my hand and dumped the entire kit out on the counter. I picked out three of the smaller band-aids and opened them.

"Scissors?"

He pointed to one of the drawers. I reached in and picked out the kitchen shears. I used them to cut divots out of the small band-aids, leaving only a thin strip where the gauze pad was.

"Put your hand down flat on the counter." I slathered antibiotic ointment on the cut.

Then, I used the altered band-aids to pull the cut together and hold it that way.

"This will hold the cut together and let it scab over quickly. It also makes it heal faster and not leave such an ugly scar." Then I used a gauze pad with tape to cover the entire area.

"There. That's how we do this." I picked up his hand and gave the gauze pad a little kiss. "And that's to make it feel better."

Feeling bold, I turned his hand over in mine, leaned down and kissed his palm, and then kissed his wrist. I let the kiss on his wrist linger a minute and even gave it a little suck.

I straightened up and smiled at him. "All better?"

He was looking at me with undisguised wonder. "Yes. Amazingly better. Thank you."

We stood there awkwardly for a moment. He quickly recovered. "I believe that I will go and dress more appropriately if you don't mind."

"Jack, you look fine."

"No, it's not gentlemanly of me to be so casual when you look so elegant."

He gave a little bow and walked back toward his bedroom.

"Feel free to look around." he said over his shoulder. "I'll just be a few minutes."

I suddenly noticed the most delicious smell. "What smells so delicious?"

"You'll see soon enough."

I walked out to the main room and looked around. The floor plan was open, so that the kitchen, dining and living space were all one room. It looked like two or three bedrooms down the hall at the opposite end.

There was a small fire burning in the fireplace in the middle of the room, even though it wasn't cold out. The décor was eclectic, but tastefully done. I walked around the room looking at the prints hanging on the walls. Etchings and woodcut prints, from what I believed were mostly well known artists. I vaguely recognized most of the names, but printmaking wasn't my strongest artistic suit. Some of the names I didn't have a clue about.

I walked to the large windows overlooking the back yard. The view was gorgeous. The back yard dropped off dramatically -- not quite a cliff, but steep. It would be a chore to scramble down. At the bottom of the little valley was a creek. The other side of the creek rose more gently than this side into a rolling meadow that ended with a pretty little wooded hill, beyond which I could see no more. The sun was almost set and the falling sunlight had lit up the meadow in a brilliant blaze of yellow and green. 

It was breathtaking.

Tearing myself away from the view, I continued my inspection of the house. On the opposite end of the house from his bedroom, there were a couple of doors, both open.

I walked over and looked inside the first one. Clearly a guest bedroom. The odd thing about it was that there was a little antique wooden crib in the corner.

The second doorway opened to a small landing and a wide, cast iron, circular stairway. The house has a second story, open to the back of the house that you can't see from the front.

I was trying to decide to go down when I heard Mr. Jackson -- Jack -- walk back in.

I turned to look. He was wearing a tuxedo. An expensive, perfectly fitted tuxedo.

He stopped, spread his arms open, turned his head a little and smiled as if to say 'Taa-daa'.

"Oh my. Very dashing!" I beamed. I looked down and he was still barefoot. He saw me looking and wiggled his toes. I covered my mouth and giggled.

"Can't let things get too formal." he smiled.

He walked to the kitchen and put on an apron. "Can I get you something to drink? I have nearly anything you could want."

"How about a Manhattan?"

"Excellent choice. One Manhattan coming up."

He mixed and brought it over to me where I had settled on the couch and handed it to me with a little bow and a big smile. I had kicked off my heels, turned sideways on the couch and my long legs were stretched out in front of me. I saw him take more than a peek.

My libido noticed too.

He walked back to the kitchen. "Let me check on a few things here and we'll go for a little walk."

He rustled around the kitchen for just a minute or so and returned to where I was sitting.

He offered his elbow.

I very carefully swung my legs off the couch and stood beside him, hooking my hand in his elbow and covering it with my other hand. He escorted me down the stairs.

There were two rooms, the entire wall facing the valley was glass. One room was a small, neat office with a tidy desk, a computer and a small couch. A door at the back promised a bathroom, or maybe even a laundry room.

The larger room was a den. The den looked like the room he spent the most time in. There were neat stacks of magazines, a big TV on one wall, what looked like an expensive stereo, complete with a turntable. A very comfy looking, but ugly recliner, a rocking chair, a large L-shaped couch in one corner. More etching and engravings lined the three walls that weren't glass.

"My little man-cave." he explained.

Outside the oversized sliding glass doors, there was a large deck with several Adirondack chairs, a couple of chaise lounges and a covered hot tub.

My libido pointed out the hot tub to me.

"This is perfect timing." He picked up my hand and led me to out to the deck.

The valley lit up like neon. The spring colors blazing as we watched the shadow from the hill that the sun was dipping behind race across the valley.

'Please kiss me, please kiss me, please kiss me' my libido was begging him.

I felt him tug on my hand.

He led me down the wide steps of the deck. A little footpath stretched out before us.

We walked on the soft grass in our bare feet, holding hands. I was in heaven.

The little path rounded a corner and climbed gently toward the barn. I could see from this viewpoint that the barn was also two stories, the second story dug into the side of the hill overlooking the valley.

In one final burst of blazing color, the sun sank behind the hill to the west. It was dusk.

We walked into the bottom story of the barn through a set of sliding doors like the ones at the house.

We entered into a little office that immediately reminded me of my father's office at the garage. The desk was stacked with papers and magazines and catalogs, along with a computer and a phone.

"Rupert's office." he explained.

At the back of the office was a door that I assumed was Rupert's apartment.

We climbed the stairs to the top story. The stairs opened into a very large space.

One side of the barn was dominated by what I immediately recognizes as a working garage. Several antique cars in various states of undress were parked neatly against one wall. Another was on a hydraulic lift. There were a couple of very old looking motorcycles parked in one corner. New and modern tools were lined against one wall. 

"My father would love this place." I finally said.

"That's right, he owns a couple of repair shops, doesn't he?"

I nodded. I pulled his hand up and turned it palm up. "This is why your hands are so rough." I dragged my fingertips across his palm.

"I spend more time than I should out here. Rupert and I have a little business restoring old cars. Rupert does most of it."

"It's beautiful." I said, looking at his hand.

I looked up at his face. He was blushing.

He recovered again and gently pulled me around. The other, smaller side of the room had a couple of antique hand presses -- the kind you make engraving prints on, a large drafting table, a couple of easels and art materials of all kinds.

"My other time killer."

I walked over.

"You're an artist..." I said softly.

"I had a double undergrad degree. Art and History. Still not sure how I ended up school."

I was speechless. There were depths to this man that I had never imagined. I turned to face him, determined to make him kiss me.

I heard a door open on the other end of the garage. I looked over his shoulder and saw Rupert emerge. He didn't notice us at first.

"Hello Rupert." Jack said.

Rupert looked up, surprised. "Oh, pardon me. I didn't know y'all were up here."

"It's fine. Just taking a little tour of the place."

"I was going to work on the '63 a little." indicating a little roadster.

"Good man. Dan has been bugging me about when we're going to finish it up. I got the starter put in earlier."

"It's about done then." Rupert said. "I'll check the timing and the dwell, and he can come and get it."

Jack held my hand and started walking over to the other side of the shop.

"You don't see many '63 Cobra's in this good a shape." I said.

Rupert looked at me like I had two heads, and then looked at Jack and grinned. "Well, aren't you full of surprises!" looking back at me.

"My father is a mechanic." I smiled.

Jack had walked around to the front of the Cobra and was peering under the hood.

"We need to make sure the points are set too. I'm not sure what we did when we dropped the distributor in it." He said from underneath.

I leaned in close to Rupert and whispered, "I'm not going to need a ride home tonight."

An enormous grin broke out over his rugged face. He raised his hand between us and crossed his fingers.

"Jack, what in heavens name are you doing under the hood of that car when this beautiful young lady is obviously starving to death?"

Jack looked up over the hood. "Of course! Where are my manners?"

He walked back over and offered his elbow. "Shall we?"

I took his arm, and gave Rupert a wink as we walked out.

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR -- Saturday Night




Erika Blossoms Ch. 22-25



I was seated at the table. Jack was putting the finishing touches on our dinner.

"Dinner is served." he said with a flourish.

He brought a Caesar salad to the table. "Help yourself, I'll be right back." He disappeared down the stairs. 

I served us both a serving of the salad and he returned up the stairs, holding a bottle of wine.

He pulled the cork and poured us both a glass. He raised his glass and said "May the best of your past be the worst of your future."

I raised my glass to the toast and took a sip of the wine. It was exquisite.

He sat at the table and we ate our salads making small talk.

"I had no idea about the cars or the art."

"Silly hobbies, really. Absorbing though, and I do enjoy them."

"I think it's wonderful that you have... passions."

I saw him catch that word.

"What about you, what are your passions outside the office."

"I was afraid you were going to ask me that."

He raised an eyebrow in question.

"I feel like I've been sleepwalking since I got out of school. Pretty much all I've done is focus on my job. And there was the boyfriend..." I trailed off.

He munched his salad without saying anything.

"He was a big homebody and it seems like we never really did much."

He nodded.

"So I'm really trying to find my way again. I don't really know what I want to do with my life. I mean, I do want to go to law school, but as far as outside interests go, I'm not really sure."

"When I was younger, it was always volleyball, but that's over. So I don't really know. I have a lot of things I'm interested in..."

"Why are you letting me ramble on like this?" I said with a smile.

He laughed. "Because I think every word you say is fascinating."

I detected no sarcasm, but I did see a twinkle in his pale blue eyes.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

"I know what you mean. I didn't really have any of this until after my divorce. I was focused on the firm and my marriage, and that's pretty much all I did. After my divorce, it seemed like half of my identity was removed. That's when I built this place and started finding the things I truly love to do."

"And it's funny, the more I find myself, the easier it gets to let go of the 'big shot lawyer' identity."

"At the end of the day, it's really just a job. It's what I do, not who I am."

"That's a lovely way to look at it."

He shrugged. Our salads were finished. "Are you ready for the main course?"

"Yes! I can't wait to see what you've cooked for me."

He rose and took our salad plates to the kitchen, stopping to put on his apron again as he fussed with the oven. I sipped my wine. I watched him move in the kitchen with an easy grace. He clearly knew his way around the kitchen. His hair was just beginning to show signs of salt-and-pepper. I noticed his earlobes for the first time. For the first time in the three plus years I've known him, I was able to really look at him without embarrassment. He is a gorgeous man. Broad shoulders but slim, a tight little butt, long legs.

I caught the barest hint of the scent of my arousal and remembered that I wasn't wearing any panties. My libido was singing a happy song in my ear.

'please please please make love to me tonight' It was silently singing, hoping that he was hearing it.

He came back to the table with two plates. He sat one down in front of me.

"Baked Ravioli!" I squealed. "One of my very favorite things in the whole wide world!"

"My mother's recipe. I hope it doesn't disappoint."

"I'm impressed."

"It's a little heavy for a first date meal," he said, "but I do enjoy making it. It reminds me of being in the kitchen with my mother."

I caught the 'first date'. Thrilled to know he really did think of this as a date.

I took a bite.

"Oh my. This is delicious." It really was.

"I'm glad you like it."

I raised my glass. "To your mother."

He raised his glass, smiling. We both took a sip. Our eyes were locked. My pussy, wet.

We ate. Our conversation wandered all over the place. Religion, politics, movies, music, work - everywhere really. It was deep, but not heavy. He had opinions. 

He was obviously well read and engaged with the world. He had opinions and really listened to mine. I could tell there was a lot of overlap in how we looked at things.

When we had finished our plates, he rose, took my plate waying, "I hope you've saved a little room for dessert."

I smiled and nodded, wondering what he had in store.

He walked back to the kitchen and set the dishes down. Not content to sit and watch, I rose and joined him.

I started to pick up the plates to rinse them.

"Hold on a second." He reached into the pantry and took another apron from a hook on the back of the door. He turned and said, "we can't get anything on this amazing dress."

He reached up and put the apron over my head. I reached up and held my hair up so the strap could slide beneath.

Our faces were inches apart. So close that I could feel his breath on my chest. My libido was screaming "KISS HIM!"

Once the apron was in place, I turned around so he could tie it at the back.

"Would you?"

"It is my pleasure." As he tied the apron snugly around my waist.

My hands were trembling as I reached to pick up a plate.

I rinsed all the dishes we had used and put them in the dishwasher.

By the time I was done, he had our desserts ready on a serving tray.

"Would you join me on the deck for dessert?"

"Nothing would please me more."

We walked downstairs and sat in the Adirondack chairs. 

The dessert was cannoli and spumoni.

"Did you make this yourself?"

He shrugged as if to say "Yeah, no big deal."

"It's amazing."

"My mother was from Italy. She loved to cook. Something I've recently re-discovered that I enjoy as well." he looked over at me. "Especially when I have such delightful company to share it with. Rupert is good company, but his tastes in food run toward the meat and potatoes palate."

He reached over and gave my hand a squeeze with his rough, bandaged hand. My libido did a backflip.

"Look. The fireflies are out."

"That's the first time I've seen them this year." he replied.

We sat in comfortable silence for a long moment. I wondered what time it was, and then decided that I didn't care. Jana and her date with Tony flashed across my mind.

"Would you like to go into town for a drink and maybe a little music? Or take in a movie? I could even be persuaded to go dancing if you like."

I looked over at him. His face boyish and expectant.

"Or perhaps you'd like to go home?"

"What I would like to do is to try out that hot tub." Surprised at my own boldness.

I saw the surprise register on his face.

I made a snap decision. "I told Rupert that I was hoping that I wouldn't need a ride home tonight."

He was looking at me with open wonder.

"And if you don't kiss me soon, I think that I will surely die."

He sat silently. A small smile on his handsome face.

Slowly, he stood. 

He walked over to a little panel on the wall and pushed some buttons. I heard the hot tub gurgling. He walked over to it, removed the cover and leaned it against the wall.

He walked back to where I was sitting and reached his hand toward mine. I took it and stood.

Agonizingly slowly, he leaned toward me, his eyes wide open.

He turned his head slightly and kissed me lightly on my jaw line. His lips moved lower, to the nape of my neck, kissing so softly. Lower still to my collar bone, feathery light.

I let out a small moaning sigh and turned around.

"Unzip my dress, Jack."

I felt his hands at my zipper. They were trembling slightly. He fumbled with the zipper before I felt the cool air on my back as the zipper went down.

I slipped one strap from my shoulder, then the other. I let the dress fall to the deck. The cool air made my nipples stiffen. I covered my breasts with one arm.

I was completely naked except for my pantyhose. I decided I would keep them on.

Without looking back, I walked over to the hot tub with just a little sway to my hips and stepped down into it.

The water was bracing, but I could feel the warm water coming out of the jets. It wouldn't take long for it to get hot.

I stood in the center of the tub and turned around to face him, the water at my waistline.

My nipples were so hard they ached. My arm was still across my breasts in what I hoped was a coy but provocative pose.

"Your new haircut is gorgeous." he stammered.

I reached out with my free arm, beckoning him to join me.

His jacket dropped from his shoulders. His tie came off and then his shirt.

He reached for his pants and unbuttoned them, pushing them to the deck.

His boxers showed his excitement, stretched out as far as they would go over his erect cock.

I wanted to see it so badly.

He began walking toward me, and slipped down into the tub without taking them off.

I dropped my breast-covering arm and reached out for him as he slipped inside my embrace. I felt one of his hands on my hip, the other in the small of my back.

We kissed.

I poured every ounce of passion I had into that kiss, and felt it being given back to me in equal measure. His lips, firm and warm. His mouth, hungry.

We stood there for what seemed like an eternity, kissing passionately.

I pulled him closer to me. I could feel his hardness against me. I could also feel the heat coming from him.

"So long. It's been so long." he whispered into my lips as we kissed hungrily. 

When we finally broke the kiss, he looked deeply into my eyes. I pushed him backwards until his the backs of his knees hit the seat in the tub and he sat down with a little thump.

I straddled him and sat down on his thighs, put my arms around his neck and began kissing him. I kissed his lips, his cheeks, his forehead. I kissed his neck, behind his ears, his eyelids. I kissed his jawline, his nose, his lips again.

I sat upright, my breasts in front of his eyes. I held his face in my hands and looked into his pale blue eyes. His rough hands were still on my hips.

"I'm glad you like my new haircut."

"It's... It's gorgeous." he stammered.

"Thank you for the lovely dinner," I said, arching my back a little, pushing my upper arms together to force my breasts higher. "It was delicious."

"You're welcome." he whispered as his eyes fell on my breasts.

"I love your beautiful home." I lifted myself up slightly and sat my pantyhose covered pussy down across his cock, pinning it between my pussy and his belly. It was ragingly hard and I could feel it throbbing. It felt thick and hot against my pussy.

He moaned, almost a whimper. "I'm glad you like it." His eyes openly devouring my breasts.

I leaned over and kissed his neck with my open lips, sucking gently. "I love everything about it." I whispered.

"That's... so... good..." Barely audible.

Reluctantly, I pushed myself off of him and stood up, still astride his thighs. I stepped over his legs and turned around. I walked the two steps across the tub, stepped up on the seat and then stepped out of the tub.

I looked over my shoulder and said, "I'll be right back."

The cool air on my wet, pantyhose covered legs felt amazing. I padded into the house, gently rolling my hips with a little swing in them.

But I was feeling a little frustrated. He hadn't touched me. Even when I arched my back to put my breasts in his face with a clear invitation, he hadn't.

Good Lord, I thought, I'm throwing myself at him. I'm going to feel like a fool if he turns me down.

I went into the kitchen and poured us both another glass of wine. My cell phone was sitting on the counter next to my purse.

With a wicked thought, I picked it up and launched the camera app. I held it out in front of me and turned slightly to the side. I took a picture and then inspected it.

My left breast was in clear profile, my nipple high and hard. My right breast was centered in the photo. It turned out better than I expected. I made a quick decision and sent it in a text file to Jack's phone.

Seconds later, I heard his phone chime with the new text sound. I saw his phone sitting on the credenza by the door.

I ran to the bathroom and picked up a couple of towels. Grabbing both phones and the wine glasses, I walked back out to the deck.

There was a low table next to the tub. I put the phones and towels down on the table, bending at the waist and arching my back a little.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He finally found his voice.

I stepped over to where he was sitting, again bending down at the waist and handing him his wine glass.

He was looking at me with smoldering eyes.

I beamed my biggest smile at him. "Thank you Jack."

I stepped down into the tub and sat down opposite him. Sitting up straight, the water line was just below my nipples that felt like they might break off if touched and I was anxious to find out if they would.

"I brought your phone out. I heard it buzzing and thought you might like to see what it was."

"I can think of nothing that could possibly be important enough to interrupt this moment." he said gallantly as he raised his glass to his lips.

"That's so sweet, but it might be important. I think you should check it." I said with a sly smile.

He lowered his chin and looked at me with narrow eyes.

Slowly, he stood up and stepped to the side of the tub. He had to stand up on the seat to reach the table.

His white boxers, now wet, were plastered to his skin. His thick cock in sharp relief against his right hip. I stared openly. It was very thick. My libido was screaming at me to that he put it in me and fuck me silly.

He picked up his phone and I saw him tapping the screen.

"Oh." I saw his cock twitch and throb in his wet boxers. He sat the phone down and looked down at me. "Your breasts are perfect."

"These ole things?" I said, arching my back and pushing them up out of the water a little more.

"Yes. Absolute perfection." He turned and sat down next to me and leaned over to kiss me.

I melted a little as his lips touched mine. We kissed for several long minutes, me silently begging him to touch my breasts. The closest he got was putting his rough hand on my tummy. I was on fire.

"Jack."

"E?"

"I don't want you to think that... I've never... I don't..."

"I know."

"I'm not a slut!" I blurted out. "I've never thrown myself at anyone like this!"

He sat up straight. "I don't think that." He looked into my eyes.

"I want to make love to you so badly, that it feels like something alien is in my body."

He was quiet for a long moment.

"E, I want to just as badly, but I don't know how. I'm damaged goods. My wife destroyed me and four years later, I'm just starting to feel like a human again. She destroyed my confidence, my ability to trust people, my ability to be intimate with a woman... She broke me. I'm a broken man. I am unworthy of your... affections."

I took his face in my hands and kissed him fiercely.

"Being here with you tonight is a dream come true. I have watched you for years now, and wondered." He said against my lips.

"Wondered what?"

"I don't know how to say it."

We kissed again.

"Tell me."

"All of it. I've wondered if you were in love with what's his name. I've wondered what you look like naked. I've wondered if someone so young and beautiful would ever even see a broken old man like me. I've wondered what it would be like to hold you in my arms, what it would be like to wake up next to you."

"I've wondered what it would be like to make love with you."

"Let's find out, Jack."

I reached over and put my hand on his hard cock. It jumped and throbbed at my touch. "You don't feel broken to me." I gave it a tight squeeze.

He gave a little laugh. "Well, tonight has certainly made me feel like I haven't felt in a long, long time."

I moved my hand to his face and pulled him to mine. "Kiss me Jack."

We kissed. Again and again and again.

"Take me to your bed, Jack."

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE -- Saturday night

We walked hand in hand to Jack's bedroom. He excused himself to the bathroom.

Not wanting to get the sheets wet, I peeled off my pantyhose.

I turned the bed down and lay on top of the crisp, white sheets. I very carefully posed myself on the bed. I lay on my side, one tucked up with my knee bent, and the other extended out straight. One arm holding my head up, and the other along my side, with my hand on my hip.

Jack came out, still wearing the wet boxers, his thick cock held down by the material against his left thigh.

He looked down at me, as shy smile on his lips.

"I cannot believe how beautiful you are. More beautiful than I had imagined all the times I thought about you."

"Take your boxers off Jack."

He pushed his boxers down. His cock sprang up, fully erect. I got my first full look at it. It was magnificent. Not as long as Keith's, but maybe thicker. And uncircumcised. His balls looked heavy beneath it.

"Come here."

He climbed up onto the bed and lay down beside me, face to face. He kissed me urgently.

I reached down and took his cock in my hand. I felt the heat of it. It felt heavy. Alive. I moaned into his lips.

"It's so big."

I felt his rough hand, touching my breast, cupping it. He very softly squeezed it.

"I haven't been with a woman in so long." He whispered against my lips.

I ran my hand up and down his cock slowly, marveling at the way the foreskin slid back and forth over his prominent glans.

"Good." 

"I'm kind of terrified." He whispered into my lips.

"Good."

"I'm afraid that I'll... ummm... be very quick."

"Good." I couldn't get enough of his lips on mine.

Now that we were both naked in bed, I felt aggressive and in charge. "Let's find out."

I pushed him down on his back and rolled up to sit astride him. I raised up to my knees and put my hands on the headboard. I pushed my pussy toward his face. I could smell my arousal and feel that my pussy was very, very wet.

"What is your position on oral sex, Jack?"

"This one works beautifully."

He kissed my pussy, right on top of my unhooded clitoris. I sank down a little, swooning at his lips on my pussy.

His tongue came out and lapped at the sensitive spot just below my clit. "Yessssss." I hissed.

I felt both of his rough hands on my breasts. He pinched both of my nipples softly. I moaned. I looked down at him and he was looking up at my breasts in his hands. His eyes smoldering with undisguised lust.

"Oh god. I'm going to cum."

He kept licking that spot and folding my nipples between his thumb and finger.

I shuddered as an orgasm hit me like a kick in the gut. I felt my juices flood out of my clenching pussy as he licked me with deep, firm strokes of his tongue.

I pulled up. "Oh my god, that is so good."

I moved down his body and kneeled between his legs. I leaned over and kissed his firm lips, tasting myself on them.

I moved down took his right nipple in my mouth. I sucked hard and gave it a little nip with my teeth. I kissed my way down his chest and felt his hot cock between my breasts.

I leaned down onto it and pushed back and forth with his cock between my aching breasts for several minutes. He was moaning and thrusting his cock against my chest.

I sat up and took his cock in both hands.

"It is so big. So heavy."

Part of me recognized that I was being more assertive than I had ever been with a man. I felt confident and strong.

Jack was slowly rolling his hips up and down as I held his cock in my hand. The head was playing peek-a-boo in and out of his foreskin.

"I've never been with a man so big." I leaned down and licked the tip, tasting his seeping lubricant. He groaned from deep in his chest.

I could feel it throbbing in my hand. I knew he was close to cumming.