0 comments/ 16120 views/ 1 favorites Here With Me By: Artemis 88 "Okay Jenna, I've had enough of you hanging around the house all mopey and shit. You are coming with me tonight to a club." Julia was trying to get her best friend back into the groove of things after breaking up with the world's worst boyfriend. "Jules, I don't want to go out. I don't want to be around people. I just want to sit here and watch a movie." Jenna had no intention of getting all dressed up, doing her hair and putting make-up on just to stand around and look at people. "Jen, it's been two months. TWO MONTHS. You know, if Kevin was actually a decent human being, I could understand this bizarre mourning thing you've got going on here. But he's not! He's an asshole, always was and always will be." "It's not that easy Jules." Jenna had become a shell of herself. There was no color in her face, no sparkle in her eyes. It was like she had given up on everything. Julia walked over to where Jenna was sitting on the couch and stared directly at her. "Look at me Jen." She waited for her friend to stop watching Jerry Springer. "Who cheated on who in this relationship?" "That's not the point." Jenna replied weakly. "How can that NOT be the point? He slept with another girl Jen. MANY girls." "Thank you for reminding me Jules." Jenna was starting to get pissed at Julia. Any reaction was better than none at all, so Julia kept it up. "Well, someone has to remind you of what a pig he is." "Well, thank God you're here." Sarcasm radiated from Jenna's reply. Julia didn't think it was going to be this easy. "Listen to me Jen. You are going to get up, get in the shower, get dressed, get ready and you and I are going to this club!" Julia was not taking no for an answer. Without saying a word, Jenna got up from the couch which had been her safety zone, and walked into the bathroom. Moments later, Julia heard the water run for the shower. She smiled in triumph. The two girls had lived together since they were juniors in college. After their graduation one year ago, they decided to head to New York City to begin the next chapter in their lives. Julia had found a job as a reporter for a small, underground newspaper while Jenna found one at a local radio station as a talent coordinator. Everything was going just as they planned until Jenna met David. It was about two weeks after their move and they had been at a party for the radio station when Kevin made his move. He swept Jenna off her feet with flowers, gifts, weekend getaways...the whole deal. He was the perfect boyfriend. Too perfect in Julia's opinion. She had a bad feeling that Kevin was hiding something from Jenna, but she never thought it would be as bad as it turned out to be. In the blink of an eye, Kevin took Julia's best friend away from her and now it was time she got her back. Starting tonight, Julia was going to pull Jenna back into the world again, no matter what. **************************** Lance was walking around the club going over all the details from the music that the DJ was going to play, to the stirrers the bartenders were going to use. Tonight was the night. His club was finally opening to the public. He was more nervous for this than any concert he performed in with his four best friends, better known as *Nsync. The last list he had to go through was that of the media who were going to be reviewing the *new hot spot.* There was a knock at the office door. "Yeah come on in." Lance's Mississippi drawl was unmistakable. "Hey man, the place looks great." One of Lance's best friends, JC Chasez walked in. "Thanks. I like what the decorators did." "You ready for tonight?" Josh (what his friends called him) sat on the plush leather sofa. "As ready as I'll ever be." Lance got up from behind his desk and walked over to the mini bar. "Want a drink?" "Yeah, sounds good." Josh looked down at his Rolex watch. "When are the rest of the guys getting here?" The remaining three members of their group, Justin Timberlake, Chris Kirkpatrick and Joey Fatone, were all supposed to be there for the opening. Whenever any of the five of them became involved in a project outside of *Nsync, rumors would ignite that the group was breaking up. There was never a question of them not supporting one another in their other interests. "Justin should be here any minute and Joey and Chris are coming together. They should be here in about an hour." Josh nodded and took the beer from Lance. "So uh....is Kate going to be here tonight?" Lance's jaw instinctively clenched. "I have no idea. She got an invitation." "You sent your girlfriend an invitation? Why would she need one? Why isn't she here already anyway?" He looked at Lance questioning him. "I sent Kate an invitation because we aren't talking to each other at the moment." "Why aren't you talking to each other?" "Because she told me she doesn't want to be with me anymore." Lance sunk into the couch. "Ouch. What happened?" Lance shrugged. "I couldn't be there for her when she wanted me to be. She was tired of having a relationship with my voice mail." "I'm sorry man. Maybe it's for the best?" "Yeah." Lance and Kate had been dating for almost a year. They met through mutual friends, and hit it off the moment they met. Sparks flew. Fireworks went off. All the things a person feels when they're immediately attracted to someone, Lance and Kate felt. She was beautiful and elegant. Lance was bored within the third month. He had feelings for her, he even loved her, he thought. After the initial attraction and newness of a relationship wore off though, Lance's feelings for Kate weren't exactly equal to those she felt for him. He stayed with her because it was comfortable and he liked having someone be there for him. It was completely selfish of him, but it was the truth. He never cheated on her or even looked at other girls. He was committed to his relationship with Kate whole heartedly. He just didn't have that feeling for her anymore. The feeling where you know you can't breathe without someone. When they're the last thing you think about when you go to sleep at night and the first thing you think about when you wake up in the morning. When you're sitting at work in the middle of the day and all of the sudden, wonder what that someone is doing at that same exact moment. Lance missed that feeling. He missed feeling that with Kate and deep down inside, he knew it was gone. He loved her, he just wasn't in love with her anymore. He wondered if he ever really was. **************************** "Ooh la la! Jen, you look wicked good!" Julia hadn't seen her best friend look so alive since her break up with Kevin. "Thanks. It's just clothes and make-up. No big deal." Jenna just shrugged the compliment off. Julia rolled her eyes. "Come on, we're gonna be late." The two got a taxi cab and Julia gave the driver the address to the club. "What's the name of this place anyway Jules?" "Uh, Enigma I think." Julia looked down at her invitation to see if she was right. "Yup, Enigma." "What's that for?" Jenna pointed at the paper in Julia's hand. "The invitation for opening night." "You need an invitation? I thought this was just a club." "It is just a club, but they sent out invitations to the people they wanted to be there on opening night. I guess the guy who owns it wanted tonight to be just for VIP's and press." "Jules...I don't have an invitation." Jenna stated the fact as though Julia wasn't aware of that. Julia looked over at her best friend frustratingly. "I know you don't. My invitation is for myself and a guest. Do you really think I'd drag your couch potato ass out if I wouldn't able to actually get you through the front door?" The cab pulled up to the curb in front of Enigma. Julia and Jenna got out and waded through the crowd of people until they reached the doorman. Julia handed him her invitation and they were ushered in. The music was deafening and Jenna could barely hear herself think. "I'm going to check out the scene!" Julia has to almost scream for Jenna to hear her. She nodded to let her friend know she heard her, then watched Julia disappear into the sea of people. Not knowing what else to do, Jenna found her way to the bar. "Can I help you miss?" The bartender smiled at Jenna. "Ice water please?" After taking the glass, Jenna turned around to watch the club. She found it mesmerizing to watch the people dancing, talking, laughing...just being alive. She missed being alive. **************************** A loud pounding that was supposed to be a knock on the door caused Lance to wake up. He had fallen asleep on the sofa in his office while the world was spinning outside the four walls that confined him. He wearily pulled his body up and walked over to the door. Looking through the peephole, he saw Justin standing there bopping to the music from downstairs. "Come on man, open the fucking door already! Damn!!" Justin was never know for his patience. Lance opened the door. "What's up man? Why aren't you downstairs?" "Because someone has to drag your Albino ass down there. I drew the short straw." The infamous Timberlake grin was directed Lance's way. "I can see everything that's happening from up here." Lance motioned over to the wall that faced the club below. From the first floor, it looked like a huge mirror, but from Lance's office, he could see down perfectly. "Shit, that's dope!" The younger man walked over to the glass wall and looked down at everyone. His eyes found a girl standing at the bar, looking out at the crowd with a dreamlike look on her face. "Hey man, look at her." Justin summoned Lance over to see the girl. Lance's breath caught in his throat. She was beautiful. His response was monotone. "Yeah." Justin looked at his friend and sighed. "What the hell is wrong with you? This should be one of the greatest nights in your life. You should be down there, mingling, dancing, drinking...enjoying yourself. But instead, you're up here, watching everything like a voyeur." Lance never took his eyes off the girl at the bar. "Voyeur? When did you start using SAT words?" "Fuck you man. I'm being serious. You're watching life happen all around you, but not living it." Lance looked at Justin finally. "Go back downstairs Justin." The tone in his usual calming voice became harsh and angry. Justin wasn't going to fight him on this. "Whatever man, whatever." He began to walk to the door and Lance turned back to the girl at the bar. Justin turned around one last time. "Listen, when you're done with your period or whatever it is that's making you a bitch, come down and join civilization." With that being said, the door slammed shut. **************************** "Hey beautiful..." a deep drunken voice broke her attention. Jenna turned around to see a man who was very similar looking to Kevin but with darker hair. 'Here we go' she sighed to herself. She wasn't in the mood to be hit on, especially by someone who bore a striking resemblance to the man who crushed her just months ago. "Let me guess... you saw me from across the room and something inside of you screamed to come and find out who that beautiful girl was." Her voice was dripping with contempt and sarcasm. The man gave an inebriated grin and leaned his elbow on the bar, hoping Jenna would give him the attention he was looking for. "Well, let me just break it down real quick for you, okay? I've come to find that the only reason men like you have a yearning to find out who I am is behind the zipper of their pants. So if I were you, I'd turn around and find an airhead bimbo who is actually interested in something someone like you has to offer." Jenna turned around, so disgusted she couldn't even look at him. She felt a tap on her shoulder and she spun around violently. "WHAT!" The man stood up straight and put his beer down. "I think we got off on the wrong foot, and all I really wanted to do was to come over and offer some conversation to help rid yourself of that far off, scared look on your face." He stuck out his hand, "Name's Paul, and although I think you are quite beautiful, nothing behind my zipper is yearning for anything." Jenna smiled shyly and moved a stray hair behind her ear. "Sorry, I guess I'm not all that good at spotting the good in guys lately." Paul sat down on the stool next to her and smiled. "Sorry to hear that. Did some punk break your heart?" Jenna just sighed. Paul nudged her. "Didn't mean to dig up bad memories. But its cool that you're here, it shows your moving on from the man who is probably named Dick ... am I right?" He had a charming smile. Jenna smiled and nodded as she sipped some of her water, "That's about right." "I knew it!" Paul smiled and put a hand in the air. Jenna laughed a little and put her drink on the counter. "I'll be right back, I have to run to the bathroom." She was no more than 3 steps away when she realized she forgot her purse. "Shit." She turned around just in time to see Paul break a pill open and pour the contents into her drink. Her face dropped then twisted into a look of anger. 'That son of a bitch, how could I be so dumb again?' she thought. She was sick of being used and being lied to. Before she knew it, she was face to face with her admirer and her fist connected with Paul's nose. Blood was all over her shaking hand. "You fucking bitch!" Paul screamed from his place on the floor, his hand covering his nose. "YOU BROKE MY NOSE!" Before she knew it, three men were standing at her side and the shorter of the three spoke first. "Joey go get Mike and Lonnie." With that said, the taller, Italian-looking one was off to find the two men. One of the other two spoke to Jenna, "Hey, are you all right? That's one hell of a right hook you got there." He had the warmest blue eyes that complimented him quite well. Jenna still couldn't say anything. She was in a state of shock. She stared down at Paul with blood flowing from his nose at a rapid pace. All she wanted was to find Julia and get the hell out of there. She went to leave when the blue-eyed one stopped her. "Hey, are you okay?" He looked down at her with concern. Paul was getting more pissed at the attention she was getting while he was the one bleeding profusely. "She fucking broke my nose! Someone call the police, shit!!!" The shorter guy spoke again. "Come on Justin, Mike's here." "Ma'am you'll have to come with me." A big man took her by her shoulders and Jenna was in a daze as she watched all the people cheer for her with the lights flashing all about them. "Where are you taking me?" Jenna was beginning to get scared. "Upstairs." The large man looked like a bodyguard or a bouncer and he was doing a fantastic job of intimidating her. **************************** Julia saw the crowd forming and heard someone say that the police were on their way. She was becoming frantic to find Jenna. She finally made her way to the bar and asked the bartender if he had seen her friend. "I'm sorry Miss, but I've seen hundreds of people tonight." Julia took out her wallet and fished out a picture of her and Jenna that was taken on a beach at San Padre Island. They were there for their Senior year Spring Break. She showed to it to the man behind the bar. He smiled, looking at the two beautiful girls in the picture who were both in their bathing suits smiling at the camera. He looked closer at it and noticed one of the girls was the one who was ushered upstairs by Mike, one of the *Nsync bodyguards. "Yeah, I saw her all right. I saw her slug that sorry son-of-a-bitch right in his face. I think she broke his nose." He chuckled at the memory, knowing that Jenna gave Paul exactly what he deserved. Julia's heart sank. "Shit, do you know where she is now?" She was really starting to get scared. "Don't worry. I think they took her upstairs to make sure she was okay. If that asshole calls the police, she'll be okay up there." "Well, can I see her? What the fuck happened?" Julia was now almost insane with worry. A male voice from behind her answered her rhetorical question. "Just you average, run of the mill assault. No big deal." Julia turned around to see the person who answered her. He was smiling at her and he had the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. "Do you know where she is upstairs? I need to make sure she's okay." She was trying to concentrate on where she was and why she was there, but the man in front of her was not making it easy. "Don't worry. She's in very capable, very safe hands. What's your name anyway?" "Julia." She felt herself blush. "I'm Josh." He smiled again and Julia returned a smile of her own. "Julia, I'd be honored if you would dance with me." Who was she to say no? **************************** Mike ushered Jenna to the second floor of the club and knocked a door. "It's me man, open the door." "Uh, should I be afraid? Is this like the Mafia or something? Am I going to be *rubbed out* or fitted for a pair of cement shoes?" Jenna was pissed now. "Don't give me any ideas." Mike was not amused by her sense of humor. When the door was opened, Mike stood there waiting for Jenna to go inside. "Well?" He looked at her as if to ask her why she was just standing there looking at him. Jenna rolled her eyes with as much attitude as she could muster. She walked into the elaborately decorated office. Although she was a bit nervous, she felt safe for some strange reason that she didn't quite understand. The office was in dark colors...deep browns, dark greens and maroons. It reminded Jenna of a study you would find in a mansion in the country. Instinctively, she walked toward the glass wall and watched as two police officers were talking to Paul and writing down his statement. "Shit. I'm so fucked." "I don't appreciate you causing a big scene opening night of my club like you have." Jenna turned quickly and found the owner of the deep, angry, yet hauntingly seductive voice that was reprimanding her. Her defenses immediately went up. "Oh really? Well if you're waiting for an apology, you might as well wait for hell to freeze over because that will happen a whole lot faster." She watched the man's face as he was completely agitated with her now. "You're lucky I don't let the police come up here and haul your ass in for assault! Jesus Christ, who the fuck do you think you are?" He was yelling now, and Jenna was afraid of what was going to happen to her. "I think I'm someone who is going go to turn herself in because that will be a lot safer than being locked up in this fucking vault with a psychopath like you!" Jenna went to push her way past him but he reached out and grabbed her by her shoulders. Without thinking twice, she put her kickboxing experience to good use. He was down on the floor in less than a minute, curled in the fetal position coughing while trying to catch his breath. She was the one yelling now. "Don't you EVER fucking touch me again!" The man sat up and looked at her, amazed by her strength. "Shit, now I know how you were able to make that guy bleed." "Yeah? Would you like me to demonstrate exactly what I did to him on you?" She was standing above him, looking straight down into his green eyes, challenging him. Her hands were on her hips while she waited for him to answer. He stood up and brushed his hands on his pants. "No, that won't be necessary, thanks." He walked over to his mahogany desk and sat down in the leather chair. He motioned for Jenna to have a seat on the other side. She was hesitant at first, but something about him made her want to look into his eyes some more. She sat down and looked down at her hands that were folded in her lap. "Okay," he said. "Why don't you tell me what the hell happened down there." Here With Me I love you so much, my Angel. I want our relationship to be about so much more than sex, but I do have to admit that these letters are a lot of fun. Well, at least they are a lot of fun for me to write, hopefully they are fun for you to read. I think they probably are. I don't really have any grand sexual fantasies for you this time though. I'm just lying here alone, thinking about you, and thinking of how much I want you to be here with me right now. I hate when we are apart but it makes it easier if I think about you here with me, so this is what I am thinking about right now Baby... I'm imagining you laying here next to me on my soft satin sheets. You're wearing your favorite green top with the spaghetti straps and the matching skirt. We start to kiss, small timid kisses at first then growing to deep open mouthed kisses as our hands roam all over each other's bodies. Your hand finds my cock and begins to stroke it through the thin material of my slacks. My hand slides between your thighs as my tongue slips into your mouth. Our tongues entwine around each other as we search each others mouths. Finally, I can't take any more and I need to move on. My mouth leaves your mouth and I begin to cover your neck with little kisses. You moan and press yourself against me. I suck hard on your neck, your body tenses and you groan, pressing harder against me. I lick gently behind your ear and I hear you sigh softly. I slowly kiss my way back down the side of your neck as I slide the strap of your top off your shoulder. I kiss my way down your shoulder as I slide your other strap down. I kiss every inch of your other shoulder and then return to your mouth. I straddle your waist and lay on top of you as we start to kiss passionately, our tongues again searching each other's mouths. Your hands caress my back as we continue to kiss. Your hands rubbing my back through my silk shirt feels amazing as I try to return the pleasure by kissing you more and more passionately. I start to slowly move my way down your body by again covering your neck with kisses and licks. I kiss your upper chest as I slowly pull your top down to your waist. You're wearing a lacy, strapless bra that barely covers your breast. I kiss my way down between your breasts all the way down to your navel. I want so much to go down lower but I want to make this last. I tease your navel with my tongue as my hands reach up to massage your breasts through the thin material of your bra. You fingers run through my hair as you start to moan loudly. I kiss my way down to the skin just above the waist of your skirt and then kiss my way back up to your breast. I reach behind you and unhook your bra revealing your beautiful breasts. I avoid your nipples but cover every other inch of your breasts with small kisses as my hands caress your sides. You press your crotch hard against my stomach wanting me to touch you so badly. I smile to myself knowing that this is going to be very good for you. I slowly run my tongue all around your nipples and then I take one of them into my mouth. I flick my tongue over your nipple as I suck on your nipple, then I do the same to your other nipple. After a few minutes of alternating between your nipples your start to push down on my shoulders and I know you are ready for more. I kiss my way back down your body. When I reach your skirt I go down to your legs, raise your skirt a little and start to kiss and lick your thighs paying particular attention to the inside of your thighs. As I continue to move up your thighs I raise your skirt higher and higher. When I reach the top of your thigh, I roll you over onto your stomach and unbutton your skirt. I slip your top off over your head and then your skirt down and off to see that you are wearing my favorite lace thong. I cover your buttocks with kisses, licks and tiny bites. I tug gently on your thong so it presses hard against your clitoris, vagina and anus which makes you moan, and then I slip your thong off. I pull your buttocks apart and then lay kisses from your tailbone all the way down to your anus. When my lips meet your anus you push up against me and I push my tongue hard against your opening. You moan loudly as my tongue pushes into you and then swirls around your opening. After a few moments of pushing my tongue into you and teasing your anus you push yourself up on to your knees. I lick all around your outer and then your inner lips. I slip my tongue inside your vagina to taste your wonderful wetness. You gasp as my tongue first slides into you and you push back against me, wanting me in deeper. I slide my tongue in and out of you until your wetness flows out of you. I pull back and see that your clitoris is fully erect and pushing out of its hood. I gently touch it with just the tip of my tongue and you cry out. I suck your clitoris into my mouth as I slide two fingers inside your vagina and one into your anus. I curl my fingers inside your vagina to press against your g-spot as I continue to lick and suck on your clitoris. The combined stimulation of your clitoris, g-spot and anus brings you to the point of orgasm very quickly. Your moans keep getting higher in pitch and I feel your vagina and anus tighten around my fingers. I know you are at the edge so I suck hard on your clitoris as I press down and rub your g-spot hard. You explode, your body jerking and pushing hard against me. You cry out and I feel your wetness against my face as I lick and suck on your clitoris. Your body shakes until you collapse down on to the bed. I push your legs apart and lick up all of your wetness as I rub your back. I slowly move up your body kissing your buttocks, back and shoulders. You turn your head to kiss me as you push your buttocks against my crotch. You moan in frustration and say, "Hey, I think you're a little overdressed for this party Baby." With a giggle you roll over under me and then push me onto my back. You lay down on top of me, you completely naked and I still fully dressed. I reach up to touch you but you grab my wrist and pin me down onto the bed. "No, Baby," you inform me. "Now, it's my turn." With that you start to kiss me deeply, your tongue pushing deep into my mouth. Then you start to kiss the side of my neck as I tilt my head back so you can cover my neck with kisses. As you continue kissing my neck you very slowly start to unbutton my shirt. When my shirt is completely unbuttoned you sit up, kneeling over me, place your hands on my stomach and slowly slide them up my chest causing my shirt to fall away on both sides. You look at my exposed chest and abdomen for a few moments and then greedily move down to suck and lick my nipples. You lustfully suck and lick my nipples as you unbutton and unzip my slacks. You lick and kiss your way down my body as you pull my pants off of me. You then start to kiss and lick the inside of my thighs as you rub my cock through my boxer shorts with both hands. Finally, both of us able to take anymore you slip off my boxers and quickly take me into your mouth. You take as much of me into your mouth as you can while you stroke my cock with your hand. With your free hand you massage my scrotum for a few moments before you slide your hand under me. Your tongue teases my cock as one hand strokes my shaft and the other hand squeezes my buttocks. Your hand moves from my buttocks and I feel you place a finger against my anus. You rub and massage it gently as I push against your finger, letting you know how much I want it in me. You pull your finger away and slide it up inside you to wet it and then return it to my eager opening. You stop stroking and sucking my cock for a moment. You just hold me in your mouth as your finger eases inside of me. You know that if you had continued to suck on me I would have exploded in your mouth as you slide your finger inside me. You press down on my prostate and I moan loudly. You go back to sucking and stroking my cock as you continue to massage my prostate. After a few moments I feel my orgasm start to grow and you stop what you are doing to let me relax for a few moments. Then when you feel I am ready to start again you go back to what you are doing. You do this to me two more times, bringing me right to the point of orgasm and then stopping. The last time you even bring me right to the brink and you have to squeeze my shaft hard to keep me from going over the edge. After that you realize that's enough teasing and you move up my body to kiss me hard on the mouth again. Our mouths open and our tongues begin to explore each others mouths. You reach down and grab my hard shaft pushing it against your opening. We continue kissing as you lower yourself slowly down my cock. When I'm buried completely in you, you give me one long hard kiss and then you push yourself up to kneel over me once again. You slowly start to ride up and down on me as I watch your beautiful body. I reach between your legs and start to rub your hard clitoris. You moan and your breathing starts to come in gasps. I reach up to massage your breasts and tease your nipples as your pace starts to quicken. Pretty quickly I have to stop playing with your breasts and grasp the base of my cock because I'm afraid I may explode and fill you with my seed as you quickly bounce up and down on me. I watch your head tilt back and you start moaning as I quicken my pace rubbing your clitoris. You finally cry out and I feel your wetness run all over my cock, scrotum and thighs. Your body shakes hard as you lay down on top of me wrapping your arms around me tightly. I hold you as your body slowly stops shaking and your orgasm subsides. You rest for a little while and then you push yourself up to kiss me gently. You slide up off of me as my cock slips out of and you climb over to the edge of the bed. You reach into my nightstand and pull out a bottle of lubricant. You squirt some on to your fingers and smile at me for a moment. You turn around and bend over giving me a nice view of your ass. You slowly slip two fingers inside your anus as you gasp loudly. You finger yourself for a little while letting me enjoy the show before you turn back around to face me. You squirt more lube into the palm of your hand and then place your hand against my hard cock. I feel the generous amount of lube squish between your hand and my cock as you wrap your fingers around my shaft. You start to stroke me from the tip of my cock all the way down to the base covering me with the lube. You kneel over me again this time facing away from me. You know how much it turns me on to watch my cock slide in and out of your ass. You place the head of my cock against your anus and hold it there for a moment. Normally we use a vibrator to loosen you up so I know this is going to be a little painful for you. I want to tell you that you don't have to do this but I want it too bad to say anything. You turn your head back to look at me and I can tell by the look in your eye that you want it too so I don't try to stop you. After looking at me for a second you smile and then push yourself down onto me. You cry out as the head starts to penetrate you, the cries getting louder until the entire head slides into you. You wait a few moments trying to catch your breath and letting the pain subside. Then you push all the way down my cock until it is completely buried inside of you. I'm shocked because you've never done that before. Usually you take only an inch at a time, but I realize that you wanted the pain to be over quickly so the pleasure can begin. You kneel there for a while with my cock deep inside your anus as the pain subsides. I watch you reach up and start to massage your breasts. I rub your back and buttocks as you begin to moan. Slowly you begin to move back up my cock only to slide back down taking me back into you entirely. You ride up and down on my cock slowly quickening your pace. I watch my cock slide in and out of your tight anus and my breathing quickens. You realize my orgasm is close and you lay back against me. I wrap my arms around you as I feel your back and buttocks slide against me, our sweat causing just the right amount of friction. You turn your head and whisper in my ear, "Cum inside my ass, please Baby, I want to feel your hot cum fill my ass!" Those words push me over the edge and I feel my cock start to throb in your tight opening. I reach down and grab your mound pushing you against me as my first shot of cum shoots deep inside you. You moan loudly and then the second shot shoots inside you. My body shakes as my fingernails press into your flesh and I release my load inside of you. I push into you with one last thrust as the last of my cum is released inside of you. You kiss me gently as you feel my cock slowly grow soft inside of you. After a few moments of kissing and caressing each other, we both fall asleep with you laying on top of me and my cock still inside you...well, we sleep for a little while until you wake to find my cock fully hard and still deep inside of you. Here with Me (Author's Notes: This is the first piece of erotica I've ever written, so comments are appreciated. I started another story about Doug and Elizabeth but this one kept getting in the way -- I'm going back to work on the other one soon, and will post when it's done, that way everyone will have a better understanding of the characters and their story. Enjoy!) * Friends of Elizabeth's have offered her the use of their shore house for a long weekend in mid-September, which she gladly accepts, inviting Doug to spend it with her. She takes a half day on the Thursday and after picking up the key from Greg and Allie's place makes the three-hour trip to Ocean City as if on autopilot; she's driven there so many times she knows the way by heart. Doug's on her mind the entire way down. Since their first sexual encounter three months ago at an oncology convention in Chicago in June, they've gotten together practically every weekend; either she travels south to his place in Gaithersburg, or he takes Amtrak to Philadelphia then mass transit to her home near King of Prussia. They've known each other for over two years now, having met at that very same convention in 2007, and they'd been extremely attracted to each other ever since then. Elizabeth at the time was engaged, so they could only indulge in harmless flirtation. It isn't just about the sex for them (certainly it's an important part in their fledgling relationship); it's how easy they are together. They can talk about everything and anything, and they make each other laugh -- she with her dry sense of humor, he the fun-loving goofball. Most importantly they can share a comfortable silence together: seated together on his sofa, she curled up next to him with her head on his shoulder and her arms wrapped around his upper arm. Elizabeth thinks that sometimes those are the best times. Then she thinks of one particular time he traveled up to stay with her. They hadn't seen each other for two weeks: she'd gone to New York City to celebrate a girlfriend's fortieth birthday one weekend, and then the following weekend he was in London on a long-planned vacation with his brother. She remembers how much she missed him, remembers the longing to see him ... then waiting impatiently at the SEPTA station for his train (of course, the train had to be late that day). Finally, when Doug was the last person off, she had run towards him, leaped into his arms and kissed him passionately. Then shortly afterwards in her Jeep Elizabeth somehow refrained from straddling him in the passenger seat and showing him how much she'd missed him, the two of them groping and kissing each other like two horny teenagers at Inspiration Point, not two responsible adults in a train station parking lot (in broad daylight, no less), until Doug's amused and murmured warning of "Baby, you keep this up we'll both be arrested for public indecency." She laughed at this, allowing that he was probably right, then started the car and drove home as fast as she dared. Once safely inside her townhouse, Elizabeth had barely closed the door behind them when Doug was at her again, backing her up against the door, his hands roughly gripping her hips, their frenzied removal of clothes (initiated by her), and then his whispered question: "Here? Now?" "Yes," she replied hoarsely. "Please." She gasped when he entered her, her legs wrapping around his waist as his strong, muscular arms lifted her off her feet. Her fingers convulsively gripped his shoulders, and she shivered when she felt the cool metal of the front door against her bare back. "Oh, God, baby ... that feels incredible," she cried softly. "Oh, God, I missed you so much!" Doug could only grunt in reply, marveling at how wonderful she felt around him, so soft and hot and tight and wet, reveling in the pleasure they were giving one another; and then her barely audible whimpering that indicated she was about to come, the tremble of her body against his and the clench of her muscles as she came, sighing his name as she did so; her exquisite tightness around him triggering his own strong climax; then the slow, blissful slide to the foyer floor where their clothes lay in jumbled piles. Elizabeth sighed again, looked at him and grinned. "Wow," she whispered as she snuggled against him, "there's a lot to be said for two weeks apart." Doug laughed at this, wrapped his arm around her, and kissed her temple. "Jesus, E," he joked, "I don't think I've been that horny since I was a teenager." "You don't say," she joked back, dropping a small, soft kiss on his shoulder. At this, Elizabeth is jolted out of her reverie in the parking lot of the fast food place where she'd stopped for a diet Coke and a bathroom break. "Oh, my God," she laughs when she realizes she'd spent fifteen minutes sitting in her Jeep fantasizing about Doug. "If I keep this up, I'll never get to the shore." With that, she starts the car, and drives away. After arriving at the townhouse around five-thirty, Elizabeth calls Doug to let him know she's gotten there safely (he doesn't answer so she leaves a voice mail message), then freshens up and walks to a restaurant six blocks away at 94th Street and Coastal Highway. As she eats a quick meal of crab bisque and a garden salad and sips at a glass of chardonnay, she makes a small grocery list. An hour later, she's back at the townhouse, having stopped for some basic staples at the nearby grocery store -- they'll get more stuff once Doug gets to Ocean City the next day -- and after everything is put away, she grabs a couple beers and goes upstairs to the deck off the master bedroom so she can watch the sun set over the bay. Her cell phone rings just as she cracks open a beer and she smiles when she sees Doug's number on the display. "Hello," she purrs in greeting. "Hi there. How's it going?" "Good, and you?" "Good." A pause, and she can hear the smile in his voice when he asks, "Where are you?" "Outside, on the upstairs deck. Going to watch the sunset." "What are you wearing?" Elizabeth giggles at this, then coyly replies, "Khaki Ralph Lauren shorts, pink t-shirt. No shoes. I am at the shore, you know." "Bra and panties?" "Of course." "What color?" "White satin. Victoria's Secret." "Sounds sexy." Doug pauses again, then asks "Miss me?" "Of course," Elizabeth repeats. "How much?" "So much," she tells him, her voice husky. "Okay. Just checking," he replies nonchalantly. Another brief silence, then "Where are you?" she wants to know. "Living room sofa." "Do you miss me?" "Yeah. I can't wait to see you tomorrow." "Same here." He's quiet for a moment, then he asks, "So, Elizabeth. What do you do when you miss me, and can't have me?" Elizabeth knows where Doug's going with this and grins mischievously. "I pleasure myself," she answers coyly, her voice silky. She loves having phone sex with him and knows the feeling is mutual. "Will you do it for me now?" She finishes her beer and opens the other one before replying. "But you'll be seeing me tomorrow, Doug," she teases. "Surely you can wait to see it up close and personal then." "No, E. I can't." "Then just picture me doing it." "Not good enough." Elizabeth hears the impatience in his voice and decides to stop teasing him. "All right," she tells him, "you can have your way." She thinks for a moment, takes a swig of beer, and then lies down on the lounge chair in the middle of the deck, where she can't be seen. "Ready, baby?" she wants to know. "Yeah." "All right: like I said, I'm on the upstairs deck, completely alone, and there's no one around. And the entire drive down here all I could think about was you and what we're going to do this weekend, what you're going to do to me ... and I got so turned on I couldn't stand it. I was so tempted to pull over and finish myself off but I didn't want to run the risk of getting caught." "Go on," Doug murmurs. Her right hand rises to fondle her left breast through the soft cotton of her t-shirt, the way he sometimes does when he wants to initiate sex with her. "What are you doing now, Elizabeth?" he asks her. "Playing with my breasts," she tells him. "Over or under your shirt?" "Over." "I want your hand under your shirt. And undo your bra." "All right," Elizabeth says again. She puts down the phone, quickly removes her t-shirt and bra, then gets back on the line. "I'm completely topless, baby," she breathes. "Go on," he orders her. "So my hand's back on my ... what do you call them? My little lovelies?" "Yeah -- your little lovelies." "Right -- so I'm rubbing then the way you do, although you do it much, much better ... pinching then rubbing my nipples, and it feels so good, baby. Can you picture them getting hard for you, Doug?" "Uh huh." He shifts uncomfortably in his seat and his manhood starts to swell in his pants as he envisions Elizabeth gently fondling herself. "Go on," he repeats. Elizabeth groans softly as she continues rubbing and squeezing her breasts, then begins telling him what's she's doing as she does it. "Now my hand's sliding down my stomach to the waistband of my shorts, then back up again ... I'm not sure if I should keep going, what if someone hears? Although that might add to the excitement," she giggles. "Keep going, E," Doug tells her, his voice roughened with desire. "Okay." Elizabeth takes a deep breath, then continues. "I'm moving my fingers back and forth over the front of my shorts, back and forth and up and down, and I'm wishing so much that it's your big strong hand touching me there ... oh, so much!" "Unzip your shorts," he says, as his hands undo his pants and remove them. "Now what are you doing?" "My hand is on the crotch of my panties," she murmurs, "rubbing me through them and oh God I'm so hot thinking of you, wanting you here with me, wanting you so badly it hurts." Hurts me too, he thinks ruefully as he strokes himself through his boxer shorts and thinks of her slender, delicate fingers stroking herself through the thin material of white satin panties. She doesn't speak for a moment or two as her fingers trail eagerly over her sex, but her breathing has become slightly labored, the way it does when she anticipates the sweet release of her climax, knowing it is not far off. Then she asks, "Shall I take off my panties?" "YES," Doug groans as he removes his underwear. He pictures her hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her tiny white panties, her back arching and her hips rising slightly so she can pull them over her nicely muscled thighs and down her calves; and once they're off they're jauntily flung aside. "Okay, baby," Elizabeth coos, "now I'm totally naked, and my feet are on either side of the chair I'm lying on, so my legs are completely spread open for you. Are you ready?" "Keep going," he commands her. Elizabeth draws another deep breath and resumes stroking herself -- and telling him exactly what she's doing and how it feels. "Oh, Doug," she murmurs, "now my fingers are rubbing my clit, and it feels incredible." She makes the small sounds of delight that he likes hearing when he's fondling -- or fucking -- her, because whatever he's doing he knows he's doing it right. Her sign of approval, as it were. Another small sound, and then she says, "And now I'm fingering myself, I've got two fingers in and I'm sliding them in and out and my God I wish they were your fingers." Elizabeth falls quiet again for a moment, then begins groaning softly; with this Doug knows her climax is imminent, so he increases the pace at which his hand strokes his shaft. In his mind's eye he sees Elizabeth's hand pumping her sex, and it arouses him even more. With a whimper she adds softly, "I'm still fingering myself, and stroking my clit with my thumb; can you picture that, Doug? Do you see me playing with myself?" "Yes," he groans. "And I'm thinking of you watching me, and playing with yourself, your big hand moving up and down your cock, oh my God your incredible cock, and it's turning me on even more." She gasps, then tells him in a high-pitched voice, "Oh, Doug ... this is it! I'm coming!" "Me too," Doug replies, and he groans again as he comes, accompanied by Elizabeth's frenzied panting, then a sharp inhalation of breath at her intense orgasm. They both fall silent for a minute or two, then Elizabeth asks, "How was that, baby?" "Amazing," he replies, and she giggles. "I should probably let you go so we can both clean up," she tells him. "But before I do, when do you think you'll get here tomorrow?" "I've got appointments till three, then I'll need to drop my samples and laptop off at home before heading down there. Probably not till after seven." "Okay," she tells him. "I'll be sure to be here for you." She giggles again then adds, "I can't wait to see you tomorrow, Doug." "Me either," he replies. "I'll see you then." "See you. And drive carefully." "I will, E. Bye for now." "Bye-bye." With that, Elizabeth disconnects the call, dresses quickly, and then resumes watching the sunset, a contented grin on her face. * * * For his part, Doug retrieves his discarded pants and boxer shorts from the floor, and heads upstairs for a quick shower. As he soaps up, he thinks of Elizabeth and the incredible phone sex they'd just had. The things he wants to do with her, to her, when he sees her Friday night. The way he imagined her fingers and hands moving over herself. The voracious look, like that of a starving wild animal, crossing her face as she neared her climax, and eventually came. Inspiration suddenly strikes, and an idea begins to form in his mind. After toweling off, Doug throws on a t-shirt and sweat shorts, and goes downstairs to place a few phone calls. * * * A furious pounding on the front door wakes Elizabeth from a sound sleep; she had dozed off on the living room sofa after a hot bath and two glasses of red wine in front of the television. Puzzled and slightly alarmed she calls out "Who's there?" when she realizes how late it is. She gasps sharply with surprise and relief when she hears Doug's voice respond, "It's me." She fairly races to the front door; her trembling fingers throw the deadbolt, and she opens the door to let him in, smiling broadly as he bursts into the entryway. Her cheerful greeting is cut off when Doug winds his strong arms around her slender waist and wrenches her against him for a hot, open-mouthed kiss. "Oh, baby," she groans softly when she comes up for air. "What're you doing here? I thought you had appointments tomorrow." "I cancelled them. I couldn't wait to be here with you," he admits. "Thinking about you playing with yourself earlier today was driving me crazy." Another long, slow kiss, then his lips move to her ear and he starts murmuring all the deliciously naughty things he wants to do to her during their weekend together. "That all sounds good," Elizabeth tells him with a giggle. "But don't you think we should shut and lock the door first?"