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Out Of My System Ch. 1

By: Stormer1_1



This takes place right after the "Roller Disco" episode, when Fez almost lands Jackie, but alas, it wasn't meant to be. Well, I had other ideas! This may be kinda long, but trust me, it is well worth your time. ;> Just do it!

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The morning sun hit my face, and I groaned as the pain in my head flared up. God, what was I thinking, drinking so much alcohol last night? I must have made a fool of myself in front of poor sweet Fez. Not that he'd ever hold it against me. even if I wanted him to. I rolled over in bed, smiling to myself as the foggy memories of last night replayed in my head.

Fez. Hmm. We had such a wonderful night together, he and I. I never knew he was such a great dancer. He sure does have that dancer's body, though. He really is hot, for such a big geek. I shivered and tried to ignore the desire stirring inside me. It's been too long, I thought, since I've had a real man.

The alarm clock bell shook me out of my wet dream and into reality again. I smacked the damn thing to make it shut up and flopped back into the pillows. I stared at the ceiling. Maybe I'm still drunk, I said to myself. Come off it, Jackie! It's Fez you're thinking dirty thoughts about, for pete's sake! Fez! I can't have Fez, can I? I wonder. It's not like I'm with Michael anymore. Oh, I don't know what I want anymore.

I sat up and dangled my feet above the shag carpeting. As I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, I caught sight of the group picture I have sitting on my bureau. I looked at the picture of Michael, then Steven, who is another story altogether, and finally my gaze rested upon Fez and the cocky grin on his face. I smiled. He's so mysterious, I thought. I don't know where he comes from, or even what his name is. He's always been just goofy little Fez. Except now he's not so little anymore. He's filled out so nicely, he's matured, sort of, and he's actually..pretty sexy now. And I always get the feeling that he knows a lot more about things than he lets on. My mind drifted off, thinking of all the possibilities. They say you can tell how good a man is in bed by how well he dances. I shivered again and moaned softly to myself, moistening just from the mere idea. I gasped and shook my head violently to clear it out. "It's no use." I said aloud. "I'm officially hot for Fez." I sighed and forced myself to stand up and get dressed, trying hard just to get ready and suppress both my thoughts and the hangover that was bearing on me. It wasn't easy, but I did it. In less than 15 minutes I was out the door, with Donna already waiting for me on the sidewalk.

"Hey, Jac, what took you so long? Feels like I've been waiting forever!" She chided me. "Sorry. I guess I kinda overslept." I replied as we started on our way towards the school. "I guess so! I would too, if I'd been as drunk as you were!" Donna laughed. "How'd you know?" I asked. She gave me a look. "I know how you operate, Jackie. Besides, you've got the glazed donut hangover look going for you today!"

"I do? Oh, crap!" I exclaimed. I know I'll run into Fez today. I know it! Whenever I look like shit, there's always a hot guy around to be a witness.

"Don't worry about it." Donna said, waving her hand dismissively. "No one's gonna notice or care. It's just you and me and the guys. What's the big deal?"

"Nothing," I said, unable to stop blushing. She looked at me with a crooked smile.

"What? You're not worried about friggin' Kelso seeing you at less than your best, are you?"

"Of course not!" I replied heatedly. "It's just that..I've got a crush on this one guy."

"You? Crushing on someone? Oh, please, Jackie, tell me something I don't know." She scoffed.

"It's Fez." I admitted, turning deep red now. Donna's eyes widened. "Really? Fez? Our Fez? How come? And why now?"

"Oh, Donna, you saw him dancing with me! It was just so romantic and we had such a good time last night. And you know what they say about men who are great dancers." I sighed dreamily, lust enveloping my mind's eye.

"You didn't sleep with him, did you?"

It was my turn to scoff. "I don't sleep with just anyone, Donna! Besides, I don't think he would ever see me that way." Donna rolled her eyes. "Are you crazy? Are you really that blind?"

"What do you mean?"

She sighed exasperatedly. "Jackie. Fez has had this huge thing for you ever since he first saw you." My heart leaped into my throat. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I'm serious! It's all he's ever talked about, 'Jackie' this and 'Jackie' that. Kelso has damn near strangled him so many times for the things he's said about you." She laughed at the memory. I groaned and wrung my hands wildly. "Yeah yeah yeah, what kind of things?! I have to know, Donna! Don't tease me!"

Donna looked back at me, bemused. "He basically just goes on and on about how hot you are. That's all. It's pretty cute, actually. I think he still feels that way, too. You might be in luck."

My knees went weak. My mouth was dry, but I was wet everywhere else. "You really think so, Donna? I mean, really, you're not pulling my chain?"

"Of course not. It's true. Fez has the hots for you." Donna stated flatly as she checked her watch. "We're gonna be late if we don't hustle, Jac."

"Ok," I said weakly. "You're right. Let's get going." With that, my friend sprinted ahead of me, and I ran to catch up with her, alone with my thoughts for a moment.

Fez and me. Me and Fez. My breath caught in my throat. It could actually happen, my mind yelled. Then I realized with a start that Donna was way ahead of me.

"Hey Donna! Wait up."

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Later on in the day, I was walking down the hall on my way to my last class, biology. As I passed the science lab on my left, raucous laughter rang out into the hallway. I peeked my head inside to see what was going on.

"I can't believe you boned my evil sister, Kelso! Gawd, you just have no standards!" Eric shouted in disgust. He, Michael, Steven and Donna were all sitting on top of their desks, laughing their asses off. Michael, in particular, was beaming over his newest conquest. "Oh, yeah, Foreman, I boned her good! I even did her when I was still with Jackie!" He stated proudly with a goofy grin on his face.

"Kelso, man, you are a waste of humanity!" Eric groaned. Hyde was laughing, but Fez sat in stony silence.

"I cannot believe you would take advantage of Jackie's trust like that!" Fez exclaimed, and my heart skipped. He does care, I thought. "You are so not worthy of such a stunning specimen of beauty. I cannot even look at your stupid cheating face." He said haughtily, prompting Michael to guffaw. "Lighten up, Fez! Its just sex, man!"

Just sex, indeed, Michael. I thought angrily. I'll show him.

"Kelso!" Donna reprimanded him as I drifted into the room coolly.

"Jackie! Hey!" Michael stuttered, trying to save face. I glared at him as he had the nerve to lean in for a kiss. "We're not together anymore, Michael. Save it for your newest skank." He goggled at me in shock, while Hyde and Eric started to laugh again. "Now that is a burn, Kelso!" Hyde chortled. He looked up at me.

"Hey Jackie." He said softly. I sighed. I'm tired of dealing with his indecision, too. In fact, I'm pretty tired of men giving me shit in general. There's only so much a girl can take! "Hello, Steven." I greeted him in my most bored tone of voice. My gaze fell onto Fez, who was sitting in his desk adjacent to the group. All the laughter drowned itself out of my head as I took in the sight of him. Dark hair, exotic skin, bedroom eyes, and his ever - increasing muscular physique. Ohmigod. My head swam, and I couldn't resist sneaking a glance at the crotch of his jeans. Nice, very nice, I thought. More than enough.

"Hey Jackie. Feeling better?" Fez asked me. Oh, that accent. That sizzling accent.

"What? Oh, hi, Fez!" I said, shaking myself out of my erotic reverie and gave him a quick hug. "Yeah, I'm much better now." I smiled dazzlingly at him. "Thank you for caring about me." I cooed. Everyone was surprised, I know, including Fez, but he didn't seem to mind. I didn't care one way or the other. They should know we're closer now, anyway. I slid into my own desk and reached for my books, shooting a smirk at Michael. He made a face in response.

"I gotta go, guys. I have shit to do." Michael said hastily. "Later." He looked at me and Fez once more before dashing out of the room. Good. Maybe now he'll learn. Hyde got up, too, and looked at me almost sadly.

"Yeah, man, I'm with Kelso. I said I'd help him out today. Get our stash and stuff." He said flatly. Donna and Eric looked at him funny, but they just said ok and let him leave. I felt a slight pang of guilt and then shook my head. I had once hoped we could make something of it, but he's still a child in mind. So afraid of commitment that he'll never let his guard down. I shook my head. Men are so fucking weird. One minute they can't live with you, and the next they can't live without you.

As the bell rang and our teacher finally started class, Donna took her seat next to mine. She looked at Fez, then at me, and winked. I rolled my eyes at her.

"Looking pretty good today, Jac." She said with a smile in her voice.

"Donna!" I exclaimed. "Your boyfriend is sitting only a few desks away."

"I know. Well, I may be taken, but I'm not dead. I'm starting to notice what you see in him," She whispered, nodding towards Fez, who was sweetly oblivious to our conversation. "He has grown up a lot. And I really can't say I blame you. I mean, he's got a nice body..and an impressive package."

"DONNA!!" I hissed. "I can't believe you!!"

"Oh please. Like you haven't noticed." She said dryly.

"Of course I have, but, but, I've never heard you say things like that!"

"Would you rather I use the term 'huge cock'? Is that better? Come on, Jackie, you know you just want to chain him up in Eric's basement. Don't you?"

"No!" I said, shocked and amused by her sudden slutty comments. "Well, maybe!" Donna just grinned at me and we both started to laugh, our shoulders shaking from trying to contain ourselves.

"Sorry," She whispered, catching her breath. "I'm just horny too, that's all."

"That's okay, Donna. I needed to laugh." I said.

"I can hardly wait till Eric and I go out tonight. Hey, that gives me an idea."

"Oh yeah? What's your bright idea?"

Donna leaned in closer. "If you want, I can make sure you have the Foreman's basement all to yourself this weekend."

"Really?" I asked, intrigued.

"Yeah, Eric and me are going off for a weekend, just him and me. I know Kitty and Red are doing something of their own, and Hyde and Kelso always find ways to amuse themselves. That leaves you and Fez to do a little.. house-sitting. What do you think?"

I looked back at my object of desire again. "I would love to have another chance alone with him." I said finally.

"Great. I'll tell Eric tonight."

"Wait a second, how much are you gonna tell him?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it, Jackie. He won't know anything he doesn't have to. Like I said, I'll just say you're house-sitting."

"Donna, I love how your mind works," I said appreciatively.

"Thank you." She smiled at me before returning her attention to the lecture. I couldn't concentrate. Oh, my god. My excitement was bubbling over inside. All I could do is think about this weekend. I kept my gaze squarely fixed on Fez and smiled lasciviously, nibbling on the eraser head of my pencil.. 

On Saturday, 2 days later, I was looking around in Veronica’s Secret in the same mall as the gross cheese shop I’d been working at. I’d just got my paycheck yesterday, so of course I wanted to spend it as soon as possible. The excitement I felt over this weekend had turned to an all out burning. So many things to think about, I perused, browsing through the racks of lacy sweet nothings. I sighed to myself. So many men in my life, but right now there’s only one that I even give a shit about anymore. Fucking Michael, I thought hotly. I can’t believe he did that to me! He was screwing that whore Laurie, when all the time he was lying to my face! The whole time! He never loved me. He just loves himself!

“The nerve of him!” I hissed through my perfect teeth, roughly shoving aside a batch of bras. That whole time I could have had Steven or anyone else I deemed worthy of my presence. And I suppressed it, for what? Nothing but confusion and heartbreak, that’s what. Fez is right, I thought. Michael completely took advantage of my trust. Bastard. 

Steven is no better, I mentally ranted. All of that buildup on our one lone date, but none of the release! So afraid of his own shadow, I thought as I began looking at the corsets worn by the bland faced mannequins. So scared to feel anything. I know he wants me. It’s so totally obvious. But he’ll never admit it, even to himself, because that means he’ll have to own up to the fact that he has feelings. In the meantime, he’s content to lead me on with his games. Same goes for anyone else who comes into his life. I pity him, I thought sourly. He’s good for a laugh right now, but not much else.

As the anger coursed it’s way through me, I laid eyes upon the most beautiful outfit. It was a simple black vinyl corset, with a silvery zipper leading all the way down to the ultimate goal, silky fishnet stockings, and a stunning pair of thigh high leather boots with thick 3-inch heels. 

“Wow,” I breathed. “Would I look good in that!” I didn’t even notice the sales woman creep up behind me.

“It’s a lovely ensemble, isn’t it?” She asked, a faint accent of French in her voice. . Startled, I looked around to find her standing there, a knowing smile on her lips. “It would fit you perfectly.” 

“Really? You think so?” I asked tentatively. The woman chuckled softly. “Of course, my dear. I know my products, and I like to think I know my customers as well.” 

“Well, I’m not exactly a customer,” I said nervously. “I was just browsing, that’s all.”

The woman’s chuckle turned to a full-bodied laugh. “Darling, if I had a dime for every time someone gave me that excuse, I would never have to work again. I would have my own house on the Riviera. But that is another tale. The point is, you are in search of something.” She said pointedly. “And this outfit will fulfill that need.”

I looked at the corset again. So sleek and tight. My mind flashed back to what Donna had said to me in class: “Come on, Jackie, you know you just want to chain him up in Eric’s basement, don’t you?” I did. The thought of being in total control like that was so tempting. I wonder if Fez would actually appreciate someone dressed as a real whore. I bit my lip and thought about it for a few seconds before making a decision.

“Okay, I’ll take it.” I said happily. The saleswoman smiled and nodded. She had her assistant take the outfit straight from the mannequin and into the box to take home. I was kind of shocked when she announced the total price, but it didn’t matter to me. So what if it’s pretty much my entire paycheck? I’ll make more…and the rewards will be so worth the money. 

“Do put it to some good use, eh, Cherie?” The woman quipped, winking at me. I grinned and winked back at her. “Don’t worry, ma’am. I definitely will.”

I practically floated out of the store with my new treasure in hand. I strolled through the glass door exit and stood outside the mall waiting for the shuttle to take me to the Foreman’s. Donna had called to tell me Fez would arrive at his usual time, thinking everyone would be there like always. This would be a total surprise to him. 

I wonder if I’ll beat him there, or if he’ll be waiting for me.

Later…

I swung the basement door open, relieved to find out I was still alone. Hastily I shut the door behind me and began to change. I found a pleasant surprise when I opened the box. That nice sales lady had included a couple of free gifts: a large feather, a simple black bullwhip, and most helpful of all, a single pair of stainless steel handcuffs, complete with a key. 

I smirked and laughed lustily to myself, stroking the whip’s handle the way I dreamed of stroking Fez. I put it down and undressed, thinking how long it would take exactly before I was undressed again. What a perfectly delicious thought. 

The corset was a little tighter than I expected, but that was ok. I took a look at myself in the dirty rusted basement mirror and couldn’t help but to stare in awe. It made me as streamlined as an hourglass, with all the right curves in all the right places. My cleavage nearly spilled out from over the bodice. Truly for the first time in my life, I looked sexy as hell, and I knew it. Sure, I always acted cocky and self assured, snotty even. It’s always just been an act put up in front of my insecurities. A sense of dominance washed over me. I looked myself in my heavily black lined eyes and truly felt like a woman. 

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. 

“ ‘ello? Who is in there?” Fez called out. I saw him trying to peek through the shades. I smiled and ignored my pounding heart as I strutted to the door, being careful not to trip over my own boots. 

“I hear somebody!” He added, his voice muffled by the windowpane. I took a deep breath and opened the door to Fez as his brown eyes widened so they nearly popped out of his head. 

“Hello, Fez. Come in.” I said in my deepest, sexiest tone of voice. 

“Jackie?” He uttered. “Where – where is everyone?”

“They’re all out for the weekend, so Eric and Donna asked you and I to housesit for them. Didn’t anyone tell you?” I watched as he squirmed and fought to find the right words. “No, I only knew about Donna and Eric going away to..” He swallowed nervously and attempted to use humor to lighten up the situation. “To make sweet love.” 

I perched on the edge of the couch and looked him over. “Fez, be a dear and lock that door, would you?” Oh, this was going to be great fun, I thought eagerly.

“What? Oh, oh, okay, sure. Whatever you say, Jackie.” He leaned over and clicked the deadbolt into place. As he did so, I watched him and gave him the once over. He was dressed casually today, just a white t-shirt and some form-fitting blue jeans, a refreshing change from the bellbottoms and lapel shirts he usually wears. Then again, anything Fez wears seems to make him look hot. He noticed my staring at him, but said nothing. Instead Fez made his way to his favorite chair and sat down gingerly, trying to conceal his obvious arousal. 

“So, what is going on with you?” He said nonchalantly, an uneasy grin plastered upon his beautifully shaped face. I smirked at him.

“What do you think?” I replied. Poor Fez was too taken aback to answer right away. 

“Oh, don’t worry, Fez, dear. You don’t have to answer me now. In fact, we’ve got all weekend to make up for lost time.” I purred in a way that was impossible for him not to catch my double meaning. 

The uneasy grin changed into a serious pensive stare that I had never seen him use before. He’d always been so goofy and lighthearted as long as I’d known him, but now his demeanor had changed completely. His eyes roamed over me thoroughly for the first time since I’d opened the door to him. I could almost feel them caressing the outlines of my body, which trembled in response. 

“All right, Jackie, what is going on here?” Fez asked, not a trace of humor or irony to be found in his voice. A faint smile crossed his lips. “You are trying to tell me something, no?”

“Mmm, you catch on quickly, Fez. That’s good. It means you’re a quick learner, too.”

“So what does this mean, then? Did that night dancing together mean as much to you as it did to me?”

I nodded and left the couch and walked to where he sat in anticipation. “It did. It means that I want you, Fez. I want you bad, and I want you now. And I know for a fact that you want me right back.”


Out Of My System Ch. 1



“Jackie, I have been in love with you for ages.” Fez murmured in a husky voice, not trying to hide his passion anymore. I leaned over so that our lips could meet at long last, and they did in a gentle kiss that slowly built to a fiery embrace. When we finally parted, he looked up into my eyes. 

“I am in love with you…but what about our friendship? And do you return the feelings that I have for you?”

That took me back a little. Suddenly the kick – ass dominance I’d been feeling so strongly wavered a bit. I knelt before him, averted my eyes and searched for the right answer. 

“Yeah, I have feelings for you, too, Fez.” I admitted finally. His eyes lit up, but he said nothing and let me finish, something Michael had never done. “But I’ve been through so much this past year with Michael and then Steven, that I don’t know if I believe in love anymore.” I confessed. I glanced at him and quickly continued. “As for our friendship, I don’t want anything to get in the way of that. But we’re both adults, really. We can handle it, right, Fez?” 

He sat in silence for a couple of butterfly-inducing moments. At last he gently took my chin in the palm of his hand and lifted my face towards his. “I would never be so stupid as to cause you any pain, Jackie. I would rather die.” Fez stated vehemently. “You have endured enough. I want you to know that I am friends with Hyde and Kelso, but I do not like what they do to women, and I hate what Kelso has done to you.” He glanced at my outfit and then at the box of goodies lying on the couch. “I get the feeling you wanted to take it out on me.”

Tears burned my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall. “No.” I said. “All I wanted was to get your attention, really. Just to make it more fun.”

Fez graced me with a gorgeous smile. “I did not say that I would mind.”

“Really, Fez?” I asked, getting back in the mood. “Would you like that?”

His gaze burned me to my core. “I would love that.” He said in the deepest voice I’d ever heard him use. “Tell you what,” Fez continued. “Why don’t we hold a little experiment, just for tonight, strictly as friends. Anything goes. We do whatever we feel. And if afterwards, it still doesn’t feel right…”

“We’ll agree to stay friends.” I finished for him. Fez beamed down at me. 

“Exactly. No strings attached. No pain or heartbreak, just mutual exploring between friends. So?” His voice grew husky again as he leaned in to kiss my neck softly. One of his surprisingly strong hands reached around to cup the small of my back and pull me closer. I sighed in delight, my head swimming just as it had the other day.

“What do you say, Jackie? Are you willing to try this with me?” Fez murmured in my ear. His breath on my neck instantly shot chills up and down my spine. I shifted position in his arms and looked directly into his liquid brown eyes.

“Yes, Fez. Yes.” I whispered. “I want that more than anything else in the world.” With that, I swooped in for another long kiss. This one was hotter than the last, our tongues caressing each other’s mouths for what felt like eternity. There was an instant electricity between us as the kiss finally broke. Fez stared at me intently.

“How do you want to do this, Jackie?” He asked with a smile. “What would be your ultimate desire, your favorite fantasy?” Again he nuzzled my neck and barely grazed my sensitive earlobe. I couldn’t help but to moan. If this is how good he is at just seducing me…

The dominant urge suddenly kicked in again, so much so I was consumed with the desire. I stared at him fixedly, my eyes deliberately drifting to the bulge in his jeans and back up to his eyes. I bit my lip in anticipation and reached for the handcuffs. 

“I want to chain you up on that shower rack over there –“ I nodded towards the old curtain rod nestled next to the basement door – “And make you beg. I want to hear you scream my name, Fez, in that fucking sexy as hell foreign accent you use so well. I want to make you absolutely crazy.” I purred seductively. Fez raised an eyebrow as he took in what I’d said. His eyes shifted to the object in question.

“It was not a request, Fez.” I said bluntly. Now both of Fez’ eyebrows were up, but all he responded with was another beautiful smile as he stood and came face to face with me. 

“Good boy.” I stated with a smile on my own lips. Quickly producing the handcuffs, I slapped one of them on his wrist before he could say anything and lead him to the curtain rod. Eagerly I tugged his t-shirt out of his pants, admiring his sculpted abdomen as he raised his arms for me to remove his shirt. I ripped it off of him roughly, and he gasped in protest. I placed a single manicured finger to his sensuous lips.

“Don’t.” I whispered. “This won’t hurt a bit, I promise. Now raise your arms again.”

Fez did as he was told. I placed the chain of the handcuffs over the rod and clasped the remaining cuff on his other wrist, so that he was practically dangling above the floor. 

“Jackie, this is kind of uncomfortable,” Fez complained, trying in vain to adjust his precarious position. I responded with a predatory smile. “Stop that, or I’ll have to punish you. We wouldn’t want to have to discipline you so soon.” Stepping back to admire my work, I reached over and switched on the old dilapidated radio to the rock station Donna works for. As luck would have it, the opening bass riff of Aerosmith’s “Sweet Emotion” rippled through the air. Perfect, I mused happily and turned back to return my attentions to Fez.

I watched in delight as he struggled in the handcuffs. Oh, god, he was absolutely gorgeous to behold. My clit began to throb wildly as I fixed my eyes on his. The lust glazed expression on Fez’ face was so enticing. Slowly and carefully I strutted over to where my willing subject waited for me.

I stole another glance into his eyes before leaning in and softly brushing my lips against his. His tongue slipped out slightly to probe at the new sensation, but I had other ideas. My hands and lips roamed all over every inch of his hard body, tracing each curve lightly with my fingernail. Fez shivered and his breath began to come more quickly in short, sharp exhalations. I felt the power of control surge through me again as my hand came to rest at the waistband of his jeans. 

“Do you want my hands on your cock, Fez?” I asked wantonly. Our eyes met again as he nodded. “I want to hear you say it, Fez.” I reminded him harshly.

“Sorry, Jackie.”

“Call me mistress.” I cooed. Again those eyes lit up. 

“Whatever you wish, mistress.” Fez purred. I smiled and reached for the whip. His eyes widened in fear. There was that adrenaline rush again. I lightly stroked his abdomen with it. “Say it, Fez.”

“I want you to touch me, mistress.”

“Beg me.”

Fez writhed in his restraints as he pleaded. “God, Jackie, I need it, please, touch me, please..”

I indulged his desperate request, tugging the zipper down and then removing his jeans to reveal his black silky boxers. Slowly, tortuously I slipped a hand inside to stroke his rock hard member, loving the moan I received in response. My breath caught in my throat as I realized his size was much more than I had expected. It had to be a full nine inches, I thought in amazement. I decided to have a better look, so I pushed the material down past his hips, almost down his thighs. I was so right. He was a magnificent sight to behold, long, but not overly so, and just the right thickness. My pelvic muscles quivered at the thought of him moving inside me. I stroked him up and down quite a few times before my body took over, deciding the both of us were ready for more. 

I looked in his eyes hungrily. “I want to know what you taste like, Fez.” Fez bit his lip softly and stared into me. “The same is true for me, Jackie- I mean, mistress.” The very thought made me shudder in delight. It took all my strength to keep from leaning against him for support. As the song reached the first crescendo, I drifted lengthwise down his stomach so his cock could reach my lips and balanced myself on one knee. I looked up at him and used my tongue to lightly trace a line up one side of his shaft, across and around his head, and then down the other side. Fez’ moans were uncontrollable as I teased him relentlessly, loving every second of it. 

“Jackie..I mean, m-mistress, ohhh god, yes..” He was panting, and he sounded unbelievably desperate. 

“What do you say, Fez?” I growled almost maliciously. “Call me by my name.”

“Please, Jackie, I can’t take it anymore, please..” He begged, pulling himself up by the handcuffs’ chain, his muscles straining from the effort. I smiled at him, watching his face contort with pleasure. “You can do better than that, Fez. Say it again for me.” When I didn’t immediately get my response, I slapped his thigh with the whip enough to startle him. He looked at me in alarm, too shocked to cry out.

“Say my name, Fez!” I spat. “Acknowledge your mistress!!”

“Jackie, Jackie, please, you are my only one, my only mistress, Jackie, you are a goddess to me, I worship you and the ground you walk upon, Jackie, please suck me, oh, god!” Fez chanted in a stream of desperation. He looked down at me with those eyes. They told me he meant every word. Lust had not clouded his judgment.

I graced him with an icy smile. “Very good, Fez. See, I knew you were a quick learner. You’ll make a fine slave.” With that, I took his member fully into my mouth inch by inch, taking in as much as I could until I felt him in the back of my throat. 

Mmmmm, I was right, my mind purred. He does taste delicious. The cries my mouth on him elicited only made me wetter as I worked his entire length the way Michael used to ask me to. Of course, I never did give him that honor. Only Fez has earned that right, I thought with pure pleasure as I applied warm, wet suction to his throbbing manhood. I picked up a slightly new taste that assured me I was doing everything right. I forced my eyes upwards so they met with his again. The look he held was hot enough to almost set my clit aflame.

“Please, Jackie.” Fez begged with a throaty moan in his voice. He gasped and closed his eyes briefly as my skilled tongue swirled around his head again. Regaining composure, he stared down at me. “Please do it. Please suck me off. I’ll do anything for you, Jackie. I’ll be everything, I’ll fulfill your every need if you’d only-“ Abruptly the words died in his throat with a strangled cry. 

His words finally broke me. I mercilessly pumped up and down his shaft, drinking in his cries and moans like they were the finest wine. I did everything I could think of to him. I even was so mean as to lightly graze my teeth across the rigid skin. Over and over he pleaded with me, begging for release, begging to be released. For the big finale, I left his penis to bend down and take his sac gently into my mouth. My knees were weak. It was hard for me to stay upright any longer. My cunt throbbed along with every ecstatic shout, every frantic plea, until finally at long last his body arched sharply in the throes of a shattering orgasm. My left hand raised up to stroke him off, and I was rewarded with his seed spilt upon my hand as my mouth left his secret pleasure center. When he did, I felt the most intense pull in my groin blossom into a blissful climax and simply fell to the floor in relief. Distantly I heard “Sweet Emotion” fade into “Touch Me” on the radio.

For a moment neither of us made a sound. We didn’t have the energy to move. 

“Jackie?” Fez asked tentatively after a few moments. “Are you okay?”

I groaned and hoisted myself off the cold concrete, steadying myself as I stood up slowly. “I’ve honestly never felt better, Fez. That was incredibly hot.” I said, clutching my bosom as I tried to catch my breath. 

Fez laughed weakly and nodded. “To say the least.” He lifted his head to look at me. “You are truly amazing.” I blushed and leaned over to kiss him hard on the mouth. His gaze met mine again when our lips separated. “If you let me out of these restraints, I’ll make you feel better than you ever have in your life. I guarantee you’ll touch the stars.” The sentiment was a little corny, I thought, but the look in those bedroom eyes burned right through me. 

“I mean that, Jackie. In all seriousness, I swear I’ll make you forget every man you’ve ever been with.” Fez said softly. I couldn’t resist an offer like that, so I reached into the box and produced the key to the handcuffs. Finally I released him from his shackles, as he rubbed his wrists. I had to laugh. 

“What about you, Fez? Are you okay?” I asked. He gave me another one of those alluring toothy smiles and nodded his head. “I’m fine, Jackie. Like you said, I’ve never felt better.” Then he surprised me by sweeping me into his arms and kissing me roughly, only letting me up for air when I gave in to his charms.

“Fez!” I exclaimed, panting. “What was that for?”

“Revenge,” Fez said, winking, and kissed me again, the same way we had the first time, igniting my desire for him once more. This time, though, he didn’t stop. He trailed down my neck instead until he came to the zipper at my cleavage. He stopped and grinned devilishly. 

“What are you doing?” I laughed. 

“You’ll see,” Fez replied. “Now, no more talking out of you, missy. Except of course, for calling out my name. That I will allow.” He joked, and set to work before I could reply. He then took the zipper in his teeth and slowly, almost painfully pulled it down the length of my body until he reached the apex of my thighs. I closed my eyes and tried to compose myself, but soon I learned that was no use. Fez smiled seductively at me again before slipping his hand into the corset between my legs. The sudden contact made me gasp and whimper in surprise as his fingers lightly stroked my lips, so lightly I could just barely feel it. The sensations seared through me as he laughed knowingly.

“You’re soaking wet already, aren’t you?” Fez teased. His strokes increased pressure ever so slightly. The other hand slid inside the open bodice to stroke my breasts, and briefly he bent down to taste them. “Yesss…” I hissed, bucking my hips to meet him. He smiled and came up to gently bite the side of my neck. “I can hardly wait to find out what you taste like.” Without warning, he pushed the corset off my shoulders, so that it fell past my body and pooled around my feet. Each bared breast he paid equal attention to, tracing them with his tongue the way I had teased his cock. He picked me up suddenly by my ass and brought me to the edge of the couch. I squealed as he plopped me down and looked at him in surprise. “Aren’t you going to chain me up like I did to you?” I asked. Fez shook his head. 

“That’s not what you really need. You are a goddess and you need to be treated as such.” This time he was the one with the predatory smile. “Oh, yes. I’ve dreamed of taking you like this for so long.” With that, his head made a beeline for my crotch and slipped his tongue into the beginning of my slit. His free hand lifted my right leg gently so that it balanced on the edge of the couch by the heel of my boot, gracefully spreading my legs for better access. 

“Fez, what are you – ahhh!” I arched my back and took his head in my hand, holding myself steady with the other. He was right. All the times I’d been with Michael, or anyone else, for that matter, paled in comparison to the almost violent sensation pounding through me now as Fez expertly tongued my private center. Fast, slow, fast, fast, slow. My hips began to buck in time to his rhythm. Whenever I got close, he backed off, only to take a long oral survey of my inner petals. My breath came in short, sweet gasps. I couldn’t hear my moaning anymore; the blood rushing in my veins and my clit drowned them out. This time, I was the one left begging. 

“Ohhh god, Fez, Fez, ooh, please..” I chanted, my voice rising in pitch. To my dismay, he left my cunt and draped his body over mine, placing his dick right where I needed it most. Both his hands caressed my legs, appreciating the webbed texture of the stockings and the shiny smoothness of the boots. Then he ever so slowly rubbed himself against me, right between my lips, tormenting my poor clit to the point of madness. 

“Ooh, you like when I do that to you, ah?” Fez said sweetly in my ear, nibbling the lobe. I couldn’t believe his nerve, yet I was reduced to moaning like his personal porn star, trying so hard to make his dick and my clit connect harder. 

“I know you need it, Jackie. You need to be fucked real hard, don’t you baby?”

I whimpered again and bucked my hips, but Fez made it clear he was in complete control of my body. I gazed at him in utter disbelief, but all he did was shoot me that innocent grin that he gave to everyone to give the impression of naivety. Now it was crystal clear to me just how much more he knew than he let on. It excited me beyond any of my wildest dreams. His hand had wandered back to its favorite spot, stroking me the way that worked best. He looked intently into my eyes. “Tell me, baby. What do you need? How do you need it?” We stared each other down, neither one backing off from our erotic standoff.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Jackie? Is that what you want? You want my cock driving into you to the hilt, hitting that one sweet little spot over and over?” Fez panted, his eyes never leaving mine as he slipped his fingers inside me. I screamed and writhed frantically as he found that same spot in the very back of my canal, rubbing it in lazy circles. 

“Fez, PLEASE!!” I pleaded, sobbing in the throes of my passion. He merely smiled at me again. That smile was driving me nuts, and he knew it. In fact, he knew everything. What I craved, how I craved it, and the exact right way to deliver the goods. Again his head was between my legs as he both tasted me and fucked me slowly with his slender fingers. I shrieked and reared up, but his hand merely gently pushed me back into the cushions. His infinite skill was driving me up the wall and back down again. As he switched to fucking me with his tongue while manually stroking the clit, I was uncontrollable, screaming, writhing, crying out his name like some sort of banshee. The orgasms would bubble to the surface inside me, only to fall and then rise again. After a delicious eternity of this, he’d realized it was time for more and slid his fingers inside me again to torment the g-spot. 

I whimpered again, not knowing what he was up to. “Baby, please don’t tease, make me come, make me cream for you.” I looked at him with puppy dog eyes. “Please, Fez.”

He said nothing, but his eyes smiled at me as he tasted the clit and stroked it furiously in time to his fingers, keeping with the rhythm of the song. Again, and again, until I reached that tormenting state of plateau where I rode the crest of the orgasm indefinitely. My body and mind reeled feverishly. I’d lose my damn mind if he kept this up…

“Do it, Jackie.” Fez murmured against me. “Drench me. Come for me, amour.”

Something absolutely erupted from within me. At first it was a low moan that sounded like I was in pain, then quickly as the sensation increased it got louder and louder. At last, Fez flicked the g-spot one last time, and I was swept over the edge into the throes of the largest, most intense orgasm I’d ever had in my life. I seemed to scream and thrust against his face forever until finally the aching burst rode itself out. I collapsed against the couch, still moaning. But I should have known he wasn’t through yet. He only came up for air to rub himself against me again. 

“So, how should I fuck you, Jackie?” Fez taunted playfully. I raised my head up to glare at him. “Should I do it from the side, so you can feel every last inch of me? Or should I bend your beautiful self over the back of the couch and give it to you backwards?”




Out Of My System Ch. 1



I had had enough of his relentless teasing and told him so by grabbing his cock at the root and shoving it inside my pussy. His immense size made me ache a little more than usual, and it caught me off guard. But I recovered quickly and gave him a cold stare. “Fuck me this way, Fez.” I hissed. “Hard. Do it now.”

Fez happily obliged, driving himself inside me to the hilt as promised. The both of us cried out at the new sensation, immediately finding our personal rhythm. And he delivered what he said he would, hitting my sweet spot over and over again. I never dreamed anything could feel so fucking good, and I’ll bet no matter how many women he’s really been with, he felt the same way. His beautiful face was contorted with the ecstasy of pounding into me. I grabbed his head and pulled him to me for another long, hard, tongue lashing kiss. His pace grew increasingly faster, and I tried hard to match him.

“Jackie…I can’t hold out much longer…” Fez panted, his gorgeous chest heaving and glistening with sweat. I smiled at him. 

“Then don’t.” I said simply. That was all it took. Fez grabbed my hips and grinded me against his cock, still positioned on my g spot, and began thrusting wildly. 

“Oooh, Fez, yes, fuck me, yes, c’mon, harder baby…” I begged as he indulged my request, every sinewy muscle on his body sweating, straining, and working itself madly to achieve ultimate satisfaction. 

“Jackie, oh, my Jackie, so hot, and so wet…oh god..” He moaned something in his native language, softly at first, then louder until he was alternately praying and moaning my name. I closed my eyes and thrust my hips, clenching my inner muscles around his shaft. That drove him over the edge.

“JACKIE!!” Fez screamed, and then screamed again. I felt him fill me with one last rough thrust that just barely brushed my clit, but it worked. I cried his own name and shrieked in joy as I finally came, soaking him in my juices. Patiently he kept thrusting, letting me ride out my orgasm in peace. Or maybe he just loved the sound of my voice screaming his name. At last the spasms slowed to a stop. I collapsed against the couch, Fez collapsing onto me, resting his head on my stomach to catch his breath. He was still hard inside me. 

We were silent for at least five minutes. Neither of us could muster the strength to speak. Fez was the first one to find his voice again. He kissed my inner thigh and looked up at me dazedly. 

“Did you enjoy yourself?” He asked. I beamed down at him and caressed the side of his face. “You were incredible. I’ve never experienced anything like how you made me feel just now. Fez, how did you learn to do those things?” I queried. Fez grinned, blushing slightly as he raised himself up to join me on the couch. 

“I have had…many girlfriends back home. One by one, they basically taught me everything about how to please a woman.” He explained. “I have not been truthful to you all about the life I had in my native country.”

“I knew it!” I said triumphantly. “I knew you were so much more experienced than you let on.” Fez grinned sheepishly. “Yes, well, I was new here, and I was so intimidated by everything and everyone. I didn’t want everyone thinking I was some kind of gigolo, so I kept my past encounters to myself.” 

“Oh, Fez, no one would have thought that.” I assured him, laying my head on his still damp chest. “If anything, you would have instantly been the most popular guy in school.”

“Ah, only for my sexual life, nothing more. No one would care to see past that. It pleases me greatly though, Jackie, to know that you do.” Fez smiled down at me, and I smiled right back at him. He leaned over and softly kissed my lips. I sighed happily and looked around. 

“You know, there’s more to this place than just the basement, Fez. What do you say we go and ‘housesit’ the rest of the house? I think we’d be more comfortable.” I offered.

Fez looked at me with amusement. “Are you suggesting we christen the rest of the Foreman home?”

I giggled. “Sure, if you’re up for it. Come on!” I got up to retrieve my bra and panties, and his boxers. I left the corset and whip lying on the basement floor. Fez followed close behind me. “Do you not want to bring your special outfit?” He asked. I shook my head and reached for the door leading into the kitchen. “No, I don’t think I’ll need that anymore. I’ve got that out of my system now, and all thanks to you, Fez.” I smiled warmly at him. “You’re a true friend to me.”

Color flushed Fez’ face as he grinned coyly at me. “How you say, friends with benefits?” I grinned back as I swung the door and stepped through. “Definitely.”

     End of Part One



Out of My System Ch. 2



“God, I am parched,” I said, trying to swallow with my dry throat. I tossed Fez his boxers and clutched my own panties and lace bra in my hand as I made my way to the Foreman’s refrigerator. I bent over, still naked but for my lovely boots, and began to rummage through the array of bottles and Tupperware dishes full of unidentified casseroles until I found a pitcher of ice water in the back. 

“Hey, Fez, you want a drink, lover?” I called out. There was no response. I looked over my shoulder as far as I could, but still no sign of him. 

“Fez?” I asked again. Where the hell could he be?

The sudden pressure of that delicious body against me was my answer. I squealed and tried to turn around, but his strong arms held me firmly in place between the refrigerator doors. The bra and panties in my hand fluttered to the kitchen floor.

“Did you really think I could control myself after watching your gorgeous ass walk up the stairs in those boots like that?” Fez murmured, gently biting my shoulder. One hand slid up my body to cup and tease my breast. I sighed and pressed my hips backwards into his, loving the way his rigid cock felt in a whole new place. 

“God, you drive me insane,” Fez groaned, and spun me around to crush my mouth with his. The force sent some of the refrigerator’s contents clattering to the ground as I wrapped one leg around his, rubbing myself hard against him, eliciting another moan from the both of us. I whispered his name in his ear, and he let me up long enough to sit me on the kitchen counter. 

That smile lit up his face again as he bent down to retrieve a bottle that we had knocked over. It was a bottle of chocolate syrup. He took my hand and put a drop of it on the tip of my finger. “Oh, that’s so cold!” I gasped. Fez merely smiled at me again and suggestively took the same finger into his mouth, sucking it clean and leaving only his warmth behind. He then leaned in to kiss me fully, letting the chocolate taste taint both of our mouths. I moaned softly and wrapped my arms around him, one hand cradling his head as our tongues caressed and enveloped each other. I barely noticed as he raised the bottle and squirted a drop onto my exposed nipple. I gasped aloud, which Fez seemed to like.

“Stop that! I told you, it’s very cold!” I complained, pouting my lips. He grinned and watched as the syrup dripped slowly off the nipple onto my stomach. My body arched right off the counter as he took me by the waist and licked it off the mess he’d made. Soon my other breast was covered in chocolate, and so was my stomach. As our bodies melted together, the sauce smeared all over us. Fez looked in my eyes.

“We’re going to become very sticky,” He paused to lick the concave spot between my collarbones, “if we don’t get this sauce off of us soon.” His hand drifted its way down my stomach and rested on my soft mound. I closed my eyes, moaned softly, and smiled at him. “Then we’d better get to work.” And with that, I slowly licked my way down his chocolate covered body to suck on his nipples, which I hadn’t had the patience to do before. He groaned and stroked his fingers through my silky brown curls, whispering sensual things to me in his native language. I had no idea what he was actually saying, but it was such an unbelievable turn on, especially when I caught my name in between the syllables. I felt that beautiful cock pressing insistently against my stomach and sighed happily as I leisurely cleaned his chest with my tongue. Unconsciously, my hips began to thrust slightly as my clit pulsated in time. I moved lower to taste his abs.

“Fez..” I said softly against him. He looked down at me with lust-clouded eyes. “Yes, amour?” A thin sheen of sweat started to glisten over him.

“Hand me that bottle of syrup, would you, lover?” My tongue flicked along the hard lines of his stomach muscles, tasting the intoxicating mixture of tangy arousal and sweet chocolate. Fez’s breath caught in his throat, and he moaned so softly I could just barely hear him. Obediently he handed me the bottle, and I smiled. I planted a rough wet kiss against his lower abdomen as a reward. “Thank you, Fez. So eager to please.”

“I would do anything for you, Jackie.” Fez sighed. My eyes met his, as I became level with his manhood. “Anything, Fez?”

His brown eyes stared into mine. “Anything at all, Jackie. If it pleases you, it pleases me more.” 

“Oh? Tell me about it,” I chirped, squirting a generous amount of syrup into the palm of my hand. “Tell me how you want to please me.” I applied the frigid sauce to his shaft, stroking it so the entire length was covered. Fez gasped and cried out as I did so. He leaned over to grip the kitchen counter for support, pinning me against the drawers. “God, you’re right, that is cold. Damn, Jackie..”

“I want to hear you tell me, Fez. Please?” I cooed in a singsong voice, caressing, gently pressing along the underside of the shaft. My gaze never broke from his.

“I love to hear you scream for me, Jackie.” Fez murmured. My god, his voice is incredibly sexy, I thought feverishly. “I love every last inch of your gorgeous body. I have always wanted you so bad, so bad I could just imagine your unique taste on my tongue and get off on only that..”

“Ooh, Fez, that’s good. Keep going,” I encouraged him. He gave me a beautiful grin.

“I always get so hard at the thought of you,” He continued as I wrapped my lips around his head. “I’ve thought of us in so many ways. I’ve taken you so many ways in my dreams, touching you, tasting you, eating you alive, immersing myself inside you, all the while all I can hear is your voice calling for me.. oh, God, Jackie..”

Spurred on by his fantasies, I took his entire chocolate covered member into my mouth in one fell swoop. No teasing, no domination, just pure pleasure as I swallowed Fez whole, slowly pumping up and down. My whole body was trembling, and so was his. Curious to see just how much we could take, I pulled him in further until, to my utter amazement, my lips felt the rough softness of his base. I closed my eyes and moaned around him, sending sensations tearing through Fez’s stimulated body. 

“Moan for me again, amour…my Jackie…” He whispered sensually, making my inner walls quiver with delight. “Make me feel your voice…”

That honeyed voice of his was sending me into the stratosphere, making me moan, and then making Fez moan, in a delicious cycle that quickly stirred us both to a fever pitch. One more wet stroke of my mouth, then two, and the third stroke was the charm. I backed off and offered my breasts to him as he came with a hoarse shout, covering my chest with his essence. Shakily, Fez helped me up off my knees and wrapped me in his arms. 

“Sorry about that,” He said awkwardly, reaching for a wet dishtowel to clean me off with. “I didn’t mean to lose it like that.”

“Don’t apologize, Fez.” I said, smiling as he began to wipe me down, removing the essence, but leaving the syrup traces. “I enjoyed it as much as you did.”

“But you did not come for me,” Fez pouted, his finger tracing a line along the side of my left breast. “I love it when you come for me.” He’s got me there, I thought. “So? What do you plan to do about it?” I asked, smirking at him as I sat up on the counter. 

Fez smirked back and kissed me fully, tickling my mouth with his skilled tongue until I moaned for mercy. He trailed down to my breasts, still sticky sweet from the chocolate, and grinned up at me. I sighed and moaned as his masculine hands lightly roamed over my body, especially my thighs. That mouth of his worked it’s way up and around my uplifted bosoms, leaving a wet trail across my cleavage. The weight of his body above and against mine left me breathless, begging for more. I dug my fingers into his broad mocha colored shoulders with each delicious caress of his tongue. My sex moistened, aching to be given the same attentions.

“Lower, Fez…” I beseeched him, nudging my hips towards his chin. He shot me a wickedly sexy smile and shook his head. 

“First, these boots have got to go.” Fez declared, and took my right leg in his hands. “They are stunning, but you are more naturally beautiful without them.” He slipped the boot from each of my calves and dropped them to the floor. His hands ran themselves tenderly over their shape, admiring the petite arch of my bare feet and the siren red nail polish on my toes. I watched, enraptured as he squeezed a thick line of cold chocolate syrup slowly, tortuously up the entire length of my leg, all the way to my sex. I squirmed underneath the sensation of his tongue licking syrup from my toes, taking each one in his mouth and sucking leisurely. My senses were on fire as Fez licked his way up my inner thigh, flicking his tongue along the sensitive areas, sending bolts of pleasure burning through my nerve endings. I started to moan in anticipation as he drew nearer to my tingling sex, only to work his way up to my stomach. As he ran the tip of his tongue lightly along my side, I jumped and threw my head back, thrusting my body against his from the heat of passion. Fez laughed lustily at my reactions. 

“What’s the matter?” He asked innocently, kissing along the side of my neck and biting my earlobe. “Don’t you like it? Aren’t you enjoying yourself, Jackie?”

I groaned softly and rubbed myself against him. “Touch me, Fez.” I sighed, writhing on the counter as I did so. He chuckled in a lusciously sinister way. “You’ve been a bad girl, amour. So very spoiled in public, and so sadistic in private. I think someone needs to be taught a lesson.” 

The tingling inside me flourished into a torturous longing. “I’ve been a good girl,” I pouted, playing along if it would get me my way. Fez laughed in a voice deepened by desire and traced his tongue along my earlobe. “Mm-mmm. I don’t think you have. You’ve been a very selfish girl. I think you need to be put in your place.” It was then he produced the feather I had forgotten about from downstairs. My eyes widened. I hadn’t even noticed him pick it up. Then he let me see the silk napkin.

“What are you going to do to me?” I inquired nervously. There was that infuriating smile again, sending butterfly wings flapping against my stomach walls. 

“I told you. I’m going to teach you a lesson.” Fez replied. He reached over nonchalantly and tied both my wrists together, weaving one end of the napkin through the cupboard’s handle. I watched helplessly as he retrieved a fancy dishtowel from under the sink and blindfolded me with it. I couldn’t see anything through the fabric, but I soon felt his lips and his hot breath brushing over my chest and neck, sending shivers all through me. “Fez…” I whispered timidly as he backed away. I had no idea what he was going to do next, and it both scared and aroused me. I felt those bedroom eyes rake over my vulnerable naked body, making me tremble.

Suddenly I felt the feather’s light, tormenting touch brush against my neck. I gasped and whimpered as the sensation slowly continued along my collarbone, around and between my breasts, flicking each of my stiffened nipples. 

“Are you going to be a good girl for me, Jackie, hmm?” Fez’s voice asked me. The feather brushed it’s way down my abdomen, pausing near my crotch only to come up to flick lightly along the underside of my arms, hinting at the curves of my breasts. I involuntarily thrust my head back, trying to pull my body away from the maddening feeling. The feather tickled my thighs, then my knees, and briefly stroked the arches of my feet. I nearly leapt off the counter, but I couldn’t, even if I tried. Dewy beads of perspiration had formed above my lip, and the sweat was trickling down the small of my back. “I’ll be good, Fez, really.” I whined.

“I am not convinced, amour.” Fez stated flatly. His fingertip suddenly brushed it’s way along my slit, and I cried out in surprise. “Make me believe it, or I won’t touch you again.” He threatened. I felt him press my legs open with his hips, knowing all too well that gorgeous manhood was waiting impatiently for me. A passionate yelp erupted from my throat as my lips were parted and the feather teased my clit mercilessly, only to stop seconds later. I started to feel that plateau rise inside me again.

“Well? Do you want me to touch you again?!” He snarled almost maliciously. God, he’s so sexy when he’s aggressive, I thought heatedly to myself. Please just take me…

“Yes, oh, yes,” I begged him, arching my back seductively. 

“I don’t believe you. I’m sorry, Jackie, you’ve lost your chance.” Panic swelled in me as I heard his footsteps heading for the door. He can’t just leave me here, I thought! I called out to him in desperation.

“Fez, Fez, don’t leave me here! Don’t go away! I’ll be a good girl, lover, please, I promise!” I pleaded anxiously. The anticipation was unbearable. Nearly a whole minute passed before his hands grabbed me by the waist and pulled me so my sex was barely touching his. Every nerve ending was singing. I could literally hear the blood in my veins. My body begged to be touched by those masculine hands, tasted and teased by that experienced tongue, and I didn’t know how much more I could possibly take. As I tentatively opened my mouth to say so, my nether lips were suddenly gently spread to allow a generous flow of cold syrup to coat my heated folds. I squealed and struggled about, trying to rid myself of the discomfort. 

“I mean it, Jackie…” Fez sang out. “You’re not behaving for me…” His hands began to stroke my inner thighs, and I moaned in relief, my body relaxing slightly. “Be a good girl, and you’ll be treated like one. Only if you’re good for me, amour. That’s right. Nice and still.” A wet kiss was lightly planted on my neck as finally I felt the weight of him on top of me again. “How does that syrup feel inside you? Is it too cold for your precious clit to take?” He taunted. I groaned and shifted myself. “It’s freezing,” I complained. 

“Do you need me to lick it off for you?” Fez breathed sensuously in my ear. 

“Oh, god, yes..” I whispered.

“Oh yeah? How bad?” He countered. I bit my lip and moaned softly, gyrating my hips against his. “Come on, baby, I need it sooo bad, please, I’ll be good, just give it to me, please.” I babbled desperately. 

“Mmm, that’s good, Jackie. Good girls ask nicely,” Fez teased. My heart leaped in my throat as I felt his body weight shift south. “But naughty girls beg. I think I like it better when you’re naughty. I won’t give it to you unless you beg for it. Go on,” He added, suddenly slapping me hard on the ass. “Beg me for it.” 

I yelped in shock from the stinging sensation and did as I was told. “Fez, please, I need you to eat me, please, lick it off of me, I need your tongue inside me more than anything…”

“That’s right, beg for it, you spoiled, whiny princess,” He taunted, kissing me on my pubic bone and making me squirm again.

“Oooh, baby, yes, I want to scream for you.” I supplicated, my voice rising in pitch. “Please make me scream for you, Fez, I’m a slave for you. Make me into your love slave. I am your love slave, Fez!” 

“That’s what I like to hear,” he answered, finally, at long last, fully taking me with his mouth. The full sensation of that tongue hungrily exploring me sent tremors ripping through my tortured body. I screamed in relief as he lapped at my clit, licking it clean of the now melted sauce, mingled with my own. As he delved deeper into my folds, my groin spasmed, my cries became more urgent, my body shaking like a leaf in a storm. Such a torrent of sensation after being so cruelly deprived sent me rocketing over the edge of climax after climax, until finally his fingers slipped inside me, and my body froze as I clenched and exploded around them. I sagged limply against the cupboard doors from the immense effort.

Fez came up then to slip the blindfold off and remove my restraints. As he did so, our lips met, softly, reassuringly. I stared at him weakly. “What did you do that for?” I asked. He smiled sweetly at me and kissed me again. “You could say I had some things to get out of my own system, my dear. Forgive me for saying so. Are you all right, Jackie? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” 

I sighed jaggedly, rubbing my sore wrists, but shook my head no. “It hurt me in a good way, Fez. But I’m kind of confused. I mean, what possessed you to want to treat me like that?”

Fez looked back at me with sad, frustrated brown eyes. “For almost four years straight, I have longed for you, Jackie. I fell so deeply in love the second I laid eyes on you. And ever since, I have done everything in my power to make you see how I really feel about you, only to have you shoot me down at every turn. Your behavior, it was infuriating, having to watch you deliberately waste your time with Michael Kelso, and then with Hyde! Hyde, Jackie! Of all people, you would choose the least available to you!” He emphasized the last word with a slam of his fist against the counter. “In fact, I still do not honestly believe you want to be with me. It is no wonder you do not believe in love anymore, for you have pushed it away yourself!!” The hot Latino temper in his voice rang out and echoed through the kitchen. Fez pushed himself away from me and began to pace around the tiled floor, still nude, and even more beautiful in his rage.

I sat in stunned silence, gaping at my angered lover. As I watched him fuming, the memories of what he had said flashed back through my mind. My heart began to ache as I realized that every word he said was utterly true. I wanted to cry. I’d been so cruel to him all this time, right up to our first encounter tonight in the basement. I’ve been expecting him to just shove aside his obvious love for me, even as we made love to each other, and just be able to still be friends after all was said and done. Gingerly, I eased myself off of the counter, avoiding the boots fallen on the floor, and approached him. 

“Fez, I am so sorry.” I confessed. Tears welled in my eyes, and this time I let them stream unabashedly down my cheeks. “I have been, without a doubt, the meanest, coldest, most ignorant bitch alive. You have every right to hate me for everything I’ve said and done.” My voice broke as a lump formed in my throat, choking back a sob. “You would make an amazing boyfriend, and I’ve just been too blind and stupid to see that.”

The expression on his face softened a bit, and he opened his arms for me to fold into. I did so gratefully, holding him tight against me. A soft kiss was planted on top of my head as he stroked my hair.

“I could never hate you, amour.” Fez said quietly. “What’s done is done, and we can’t change that. But we are here together now, enjoying ourselves to the fullest, and that’s what really matters, right?”

I wiped my tears away and smiled up at him. “Right. I hope you know how much I really care about you, Fez.” Fez smiled back. “Yes, dear.” Laughing at ourselves, the both of us leaned in for a long, passionate kiss, savoring the moment while it lasted. I felt him twitch as our naked bodies pressed together, and I quickly felt amorous again. My eyes met his as our lips parted. 

“What?” Fez asked, giving me a curious look.

“I still feel sticky, and dirty.” I replied with an impish grin on my face. “If you ask me, I think we could both use a shower.” My gaze flickered over to the bathroom on our left and back to him again. A slow smile spread across Fez’s face.

“I like the way you think.” He said appreciatively. Without another word, I gently grabbed him by the manhood and led him into the hallway and through the bathroom doorway, not bothering to close the door behind us.

End of Part Two



Out Of My System Ch. 3



Despite the surprised hiss of breath I heard when I grasped him, I led Fez slowly and seductively into the Foreman’s white tiled bathroom. I released him and reached for a candle sitting on the counter. As I struck the match to light the wick, he did the gentlemanly thing by running the bath, adding some bubbles from out of the linen closet. He smiled dazzlingly at me as the water rose to the halfway point of the ivory bathtub.

“After you.” He said, gesturing towards the foamy scented water. Steam was already beginning to gather around the corners of the room. I smiled at him and stepped gingerly into the steaming tub, easing myself into the waters. Fez gently slid himself in beside me and grabbed a soft body sponge from the shower rack. We sat across from each other, Indian style, our bodies softly lit by the sparse candlelight. 

I sighed in pleasure as I felt the sponge caressing me, dripping water off my neck and breasts. His masculine hands began to touch me softly, sending shivers rippling across my damp skin and down my spine. As he dipped lower to wash my stomach, I moaned softly and pushed him gently back into the wall, straddling his bent leg as I did so. I positioned myself so that my sex pressed against him. Fez smiled and raised his eyebrows at me in surprise as I began to slide my hips up and down his thigh. My clit quivered and throbbed as I watched him watching me get off.

“Let me help you with that,” Fez said, sliding his hand between my thighs and stroking me lightly. I moaned and smiled lustfully as my crotch began to rub against his palm. Suddenly, he gripped me by the hips and moved himself underneath my body, and my breath caught in my throat as his tongue dipped into my hot snatch, licking rapidly around my aching clitoris. His right hand still massaged my breasts with the sponge, rubbing and teasing at my sensitive nubs, bringing my impending orgasm closer and closer within my reach. 

“Your turn,” I whispered shakily, sliding back along his torso so I was facing him again. Taking the sponge from him, I gently massaged his shoulders, neck, and chest with the warm water. Fez moaned softly and smiled again as I slowly worked my way south. A gasp escaped his lips as the sponge gently gripped his now revived erection. I leisurely moved the sponge up towards his head and then down again, creating delicious friction along Fez’s soapy, throbbing shaft. While he had his eyes closed, I reached for the burning candle and slowly dripped the overflowing candle wax onto his gorgeous chest. His reaction was mouth-watering, I thought as I watched Fez writhe and shout uncontrollably from the sensations I was giving him, his delicious body undulating in the candlelight. Grinning from ear to ear now, I leaned in to kiss him with an open mouth.

“Mi amor,” Fez whispered when we separated, reaching out to lovingly cup and tease my breasts again. I gasped and cried out softly as his thigh nudged upwards to rub harder against my swollen clit, roughly, almost bouncing me on his knee. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the erotic motion in the bathroom mirror, making me even hotter for him. “Te quiero, my Jackie, I want to be inside you.” He murmured huskily, his cock visibly growing harder from his immense desire. I bit my lip and nodded hastily, my need having outgrown my will. 

His hands grasped my hips and guided me towards his engorged member, slowly impaling me on it. I grinned and moaned loudly, loving to feel him inside me again. Gradually we moved in time with one another, letting the sensations build. My hips thrust quicker against his, steadily riding his eager cock, and I cried out softly each time it hit my fleshy pleasure center. The water started to slosh against the sides of the bathtub.

“Ah, yes, Fez, that’s the spot, don’t stop …” I moaned happily. He shot me a sexy grin and placed his hand in the small of my back. “That’s the spot, huh? That feels good to you?” Fez asked, working my hips against his faster. “Mmmm, yeah,” I replied breathlessly, feeling that familiar ache inside me again as he worked me harder, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside me. My velvet walls throbbed around him, eliciting the sexiest groan from deep within his chest. I lost myself in the primal rhythm of his thrusts, relishing every plunge of his shaft inside me, every throb of my own sex. 

“Are you getting close, Jackie? Hmm?” Fez asked me breathlessly, his sexy voice jostled by the rhythm of his maddeningly hot thrusts. “Poised right there on the brink of oblivion, are you, my love?”

“Stop calling me that,” I gasped, moaning and rocking myself along his rod. I closed my eyes, thrust my head back and bit my lip in frustration, trying so hard to make myself come faster, but nothing was happening. I whined and bucked my hips frantically, only to be stung by the burning heat of candle wax upon my breasts. That did it; my body arched sharply upwards as my orgasm tore through me, spurred on by his relentless banging of my g-spot. I whipped my head up and stared at Fez in shock, but all he did was smile at me as he watched me come. My head spun, and I screamed as I felt him release himself deep inside me, bringing on a second climax. Colors swam before my eyes, and then all of a sudden, the bathroom darkened and the world went blissfully black. ________________________________________________________________________

As the next morning rolled around, I slowly awoke to find myself nestled against Fez’s body in Eric’s bed, clad only in my panties and his t-shirt from yesterday. I smiled gratefully, realizing I must have passed out from our unbelievably hot encounter in the shower, and he had carried me upstairs to bed. He’s so sweet, and so considerate, I mused sleepily, cuddling closer to him. Yesterday was the most incredible day of my life, by far, and the aches in my sweetly exhausted body reminded me of every last place he had been. The night had gone by way too fast, and now it’s the infamous morning after. I sighed unhappily as I realized we could never be together. Too many things stand in our way. There’s too many people involved, and I just can’t seem to get past that. I’m being such an idiot, I thought. Why can’t I just give it up?

Almost as if he had heard my thoughts, Fez rolled over and wrapped his muscled arm around my waist, drawing my body close to his, so that each curve neatly fitted around each other. “Good morning, lover,” He whispered and softly kissed the side of my neck. “Morning,” I whispered back. Groaning softly, he rolled over and positioned his body over me, leaning in to kiss me. My mouth yielded sweetly to his, opening gradually to let his tongue lick and dart across mine. His hips moved against mine, making his hardness press against me through his boxers. 

“Thank you for carrying me upstairs last night,” I murmured as he began to neck with me. “It is nothing, as long as you’re ok.” Fez replied, his hand nudging aside the white cotton shirt I was wearing so it came up to my neck, leaving my breasts exposed to his lips. I moaned his name, my hips bucking upwards gently with faint stirrings of desire. 

“Fez, please, stop this…it isn’t right…” I protested weakly, trying to find the words to tell him that we can’t be together, we can’t be a couple; it was just a one-night stand.

“How can you say to me that this is not right?” Fez asked me. “It certainly feels right, does it not?” He moved lower to suck gently at my sensitive nipples, and I moaned again, louder, unconsciously wrapping him in my arms to pull him on top of me. Every sweet caress of his mouth shot fire down my spine and through my sex, soaking my panties through and through. Fez’s right hand slowly traveled across my flattened stomach, sending shivers over the surface of my skin, and came to rest at the hem of my panties. “Your body has shown me your true feelings, over and over again, my Jackie. The body never lies...” Fez murmured seductively, bringing himself to a sitting position beside me. His index and middle fingers lightly, teasingly traced along the lined fringe of the cotton briefs, and I jumped and moaned as he dipped lower to trace an invisible line up and down my slit. Fez smiled knowingly and slipped his fingers inside my panties, maddeningly tracing the edges of my lips. I moaned for mercy and thrust my head to the side, grinding against the pillow.

“You can’t deny it anymore, Jackie,” Fez stated in a husky whisper. “We care for one another deeply-“ those fingertips pressed gently where he knew I needed him – “and you know as well as I do-“ then lower to stroke at my entrance – “that we should, ultimately, be together. Forget about the rest of the world. Just let this be between us.” 

I drew sharp breath in anticipation, knowing all too well by now that Fez was a caring and extremely satisfying lover, but he very much liked to keep me in erotic suspense. This can’t go on, my mind piped up halfheartedly. It’s not real; it’s only blind lust…

The feeling of his fingers slipping between my lips and stroking me gently inside my panties instantly drowned the voice out as I cried out in delight. “Ah, yes, that is my girl,” I dimly heard Fez’s voice encourage me. “Ooh, that’s right, you like that, don’t you?” His fingertips lightly swirled around the hood of my swollen bud, making me writhe right up off the mattress. 

“Yes, just give in to it, Jackie…” Fez whispered. “Do you feel the fire starting to burn inside you?” He asked me.

“Yes…” I whispered, bucking my hips for more. The sweet ache his fingers were producing inside me was building fast, but I held there, poised on the brink. He began to stroke me faster, keeping his touch light and teasing. “Tell me, my love, could you ever really go without this?” Fez asked, kissing my stomach as his fingers flicked over my slippery center over and over again. 

“No,” I admitted, halfway between a moan and a whimper. “Oh, god, Fez…” I began to tremble all over as his pressure increased, stroking me faster and faster while pressing gently on my pubic bone. I squirmed wildly and bit my tongue to keep from screaming bloody murder, the sensations were so intense. My nails dug into the sheets and I began to pant and whimper as a new tickling, pulling sensation began to swell up inside me. 

“Mmm, Jackie…” Fez moaned appreciatively, breaking a sweat as I melted into his unbelievably skilled hand. “It’s driving you mad, isn’t it?” His touch reduced to a tickle, but it stroked me lengthwise along my silky wet petals and around my throbbing clitoris, back and forth, maddeningly slowly. “Touch it, Fez, work me, please…” I begged. 

A soft, helpless cry escaped my lips and my body arched upwards sharply. My knees began to shake, and I really did scream this time as his fingertips finally concentrated fully on teasing my pulsing clitoris. My body rocked against his hand, making the bed knock against the wall, the figurines on the bedpost shaking almost as much as I was as my orgasmic screams echoed through the tiny room. Distantly, I thought to myself how much I loved the way he rendered me senseless, always knowing exactly what to do to make me completely lose control.

“That’s it, a little more…almost there,” Fez whispered hoarsely in my ear, raising the hair on my neck. “Now, my love, do it…” His whisper set me free. I let out a moan that rose to a lusty cry as my pelvic muscles shuddered and spasmed against his fingers, causing my whole body to shake in absolute ecstasy as my warmth spread over his hand, on my inner thighs and onto the bed sheets. I was frozen helpless in that delirious state until finally the last climax claimed me, and I fell back onto the pillows, dazed and exhausted. Fez gave me his sexiest smile as he pulled his fingers from between my legs and slowly licked each one clean of my juices. “You taste so good, like liquid candy.” He purred, brushing the last of my moisture off of his sensuous lips. I moaned softly and shifted my hips, hotly anticipating his tongue treating me like candy, sucking, teasing, licking at me to the point of no return. But to my utter astonishment, he merely kissed me on the cheek and got up to put on his jeans.

“Hey…wait a minute, Fez! What are you doing? Aren’t you going to finish what you started?” I asked him breathlessly. He grinned at me devilishly.

“Expending all that energy must have made you very hungry,” Fez said coyly, heading for the door. “I was going to go downstairs and make you some breakfast. Don’t worry,” He added with a wink, “I won’t be long.” And with that, my lover disappeared from the doorway and headed for the Foreman’s kitchen.

I sat there, body aching and legs splayed elegantly, staring after him for the longest time. His shirt fell back around my waist, almost as if it was disappointed, too. Sure, I’m hungry, I thought to myself, pushing my still damp curls behind one ear, but not for food, and he knows that! How could I, after what he just did to me? What on earth is he trying to pull now, I wondered. I remained there for a while longer, simmering, until I finally slid off the bed and put on my boots again. I slipped the wet panties off my legs and kicked them to the side, deciding I wouldn’t need those for a while yet. What’s the harm in conducting one more experiment, just to make sure?

To be continued in part four