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Reese

By: clownprince2008



Author's Note: Originally there was much more to this story, but as I began to write, the word count grew much higher than I anticipated and as a general rule, I like to have no more than 3 pages per story. Therefore, I only included a portion of what I originally intended this story to be. So if there's any interest, another chapter may result. As always, votes and comments appreciated. Enjoy.

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I check my breath, my shirt and my hair before I knocked on the door; I appeared presentable enough. The truth is I'm not usually this nervous when it comes to women. But this particular woman deserved a bit more attention than the average girl at the bar. I knock three times; nothing. I knock three times more; a muffled response and hurried footsteps. I raise my hand to knock one more time when the door swings wide open. She stands there with her long trademark blond hair soaking wet, wearing a hotel bathrobe that hugs her curvaceous figure nicely. Reese Witherspoon, as I live and breath. 

'Am I early?' I asked, trying my best not to stare at the hint of cleavage showing at the top of her robe. 

'No, I'm late. I only got back to the room about 20 minutes ago. Come on in Nate,' she said in that casual southern voice of hers.

I walk past her into the hotel room; a room which was clearly more expensive that the one studio had gotten me. But then, she is the A-lister, I'm just the borderline unknown supporting actor. She continues to talk, I barely listen as I marvel at the view of the New York skyline.

'Larry insisted on doing 23 takes for that restaurant scene. I know he's supposed to be a great director, but he's driving me insane. We went overtime today by well over an hour. I was hoping I could hop into the shower before you arrived. So I apologise in advance it I'm still covered in soap suds. You want something to drink?' she asked, gesturing at the mini-bar. 

'I'm fine thanks,' I replied, turning my attention back to her.

'You sure? It's all on the Warner Brothers Studio's dime,' she said as she dried her hair with a towel. 

'In that case,' I said as I grabbed a bottle of vodka, and a bottle of Coca-Cola and brought them to the coffee table. 

Reese smiled and grabbed two glasses and followed me to the couch where we both sat down. I quickly mixed the Coke and vodka before handing a glass to her. 

'Cheers,' we both said, almost in unison.

We both took a sip before she leaned forward and grabbed a large script from the table. She opened it up to a page somewhere in the middle which was completely annotated with her own hand written notes. She turned to me and said,

'As I told you over the phone earlier, we have to go over the conference room scene. I was thinking we could run through it a few times before we moved onto other things. But even then, I think we both have a firm grasp on the dialogue. We just have to learn the scene off by heart seeing as Larry wants this filmed in a single long unbroken camera shot. Come to think of it, maybe we should start off with the scenes at the bar and the office and leave the conference room scene till last. It does have the least dialogue after all. What do you think?'

I sat there speechless for a moment, realising in that moment I wasn't half as devoted to this film as she was. When Reese didn't hear me reply, she looked up and saw my expression.

'Something wrong Nate?' she chuckled. 

'I'm sorry, I didn't realise we had been set homework.'

She laughed. 'No I'm sorry, I can be a bit controlling and overbearing. That's my maternal side creeping into my professional life.' 

'I'm still not sure how you could have 2 kids and still look great in a two-piece.'

'I do not look great in a bikini,' she said embarrassed.

'I was less than 5 metres away when you filmed that swimming pool scene yesterday, you looked fantastic. Very sexy.'

'Thankyou, that's very sweet,' she said, clearly blushing.

'Truth is, that was probably the best part of the movie,' I mumbled, more to myself than to her.

Reese clearly heard what I had said, but she debated for a second whether to follow up on it. After several seconds of silence, she asked,

'You don't like this film much do you?'

'I don't like it at all,' I replied without a beat. 'How can you tell?'

'Well for starters, for the past two weeks on set, you've keep saying the best part of the movie is when I'm in the bikini and our upcoming sex scene.'

I struggled to suppress a wry smile but couldn't quite pull it off. I looked at Reese, half expecting her to be fuming, but instead, her expression was similar to mine. 

'Does it bother you when I say crap like that?' I asked, genuinely concerned about possibly making her feel awkward. 

'Well, technically it's borderline sexual harassment, but somehow when you say stuff like that, it comes across as endearing.'

'What a lovely sentiment, I think. Cheers,' I chuckled, raising my glass.

'Cheers,' she laughed and to my surprise, drained the entire glass in one go.

Without asking, she took the mostly empty glass from my hand and refilled it, half with coke, half vodka. We clinked our glasses together once more before each taking smaller sips. It hit me almost immediately that the balance of coke and vodka had definitely shifted to the latter's favour during the refill. 

'Seriously though, what's you problem with the script?' she asked.

'The dialogue is just sooo badly written and the story is by-the-numbers drivel,' I explained.

To my surprise, Reese laughed and nodded in agreement. 'I have rolled my eyes more than once in between camera takes.'

'You know, I'm just a small time actor from Australia. To me this is just a job and a stepping stone to bigger and better things. You're Reese Witherspoon, Academy Award winning actress who's getting paid $20 million.

'Your point?' she inquired.

'What's your excuse for taking this role?'

'Okay, for the record, I'm only being paid $10 million for this film, and I signed up for it very early on. It was actually a very good script once. But it's gone through so many rewrites that now it just boils down to a sleazy romance film. I was contractually obliged, pure and simple.' 

'Yeah, it's going to be a train wreck by the time it's finished.'

'Oh stop your whining, you're not the one who has to strip down in front of the camera,' she scoffed.

'You're not nervous are you?'

'I've only ever done one nude scene before; and I was panicked throughout the whole thing. I'm not exactly looking forward to filming something that'll become a masturbatory aid for lonely men world wide,' she said before pausing to take another sip. Suddenly, she turned and looked me straight in the eyes and said, 'You know, you've barely been in my hotel room for 5 minutes and we're already talking about my getting naked in front of the cameras. How do you do that?'

'It's a gift,' I smiled. 'If you're uncomfortable with nudity, why did you take the role in the first place? This was always a pretty sexual movie, regardless of any rewrites.'

'I don't know, I'm a divorced mother of two who has barely had a date since my divorce. It seemed like an easy way to get groped without feeling bad the next morning,' she said casually.

I lowered the glass from my lips and looked at her, she wasn't laughing or even smiling and I detected no sarcasm in her voice. I lowered the glass even further and placed it on the coffee table. Reese was absentmindedly flicking through the script when the silence hit her. She caught me staring, jaw on the floor. She raised her hand to her face and laughed quietly to herself, 

'Seriously? What is it about you that makes me talk about this shit?'

I leaned back on the sofa and laughed with her. I got the feeling that a lot of this laughter was only there to delay my next question which inevitably came when I asked her, 

'That can't be the only reason you took the role? Because that's just sad,' I said, still laughing.

'In hindsight, I'm starting to wonder if that's the only reason too.' 

'Reese Witherspoon, actress, Oscar winner, horny MILF,' I muttered under my breath.

But once more she heard me and waved her finger at me like one would to a misbehaved child. 'You're a sweet guy Nate, but every once in awhile, that sexist, misogynist streak of yours rears its ugly head.'

'Ugly but endearing?' I asked, trying to push my luck.

'Oddly yes.'

We both laughed and finished our drinks one more time. I was drinking faster than usual, no doubt to make up for my nervousness. Reese and I had been working together for several weeks now, but somehow I still find myself to be awkward and clumsy around her. Almost like every meeting is a first date. Meanwhile, she was casual but professional as always. She exuded this calm, confident quality, even as she sat there, less than a metre away wearing only a bathrobe and I imagine, nothing else underneath. 

'This can't have been the first time some has called you a MILF,' I said, not even thinking the question through first.

Reese laughed and almost spat out her drink. I could tell she was more amused than angry. Reese and I had this natural rapport. Part of which meant she didn't call me out on my faux pas, most of the time anyway.

'Okay, I'm willing to discuss my onscreen nudity with you. But my status as an MILF is off limits,' she laughed.

'I'm just saying, you're 34 years old, mother of two, you look amazing in a bikini,' I chuckled.

Reese rolled up the script and playfully slapped me in the arm with it. 'Alright Mr Shepherd, enough chit chat. We should get to work. Scene 23, interior office, daytime, you have the first line,' she said as she sat up straight and turned to face me on the couch.

I continued to smile as I reached into my jacket and pulled out the folded script I had in the inner pocket. I found the right page before I got into character, turned to her and said, reading from the first line,

'"There can be no mistakes, if we fuck up this deal, the company is dead in the water."'

Reese paused and looked at the script and then to me. 'You're not going to say it like that are you?' she asked me, out of character.

I shook my head and smiled. 'Such a slave driver.'

'Mother of two; I have to be.'

'Those poor kids.'

Reese laughed and swept her long blonde hair back behind her head. It was the single sexist thing I had seen all day. She had no idea the effect she had on men. I put these thoughts out of my mind and went back into character, repeating the line more convincingly.

'"There can be no mistakes, if we fuck up this deal, the company is dead in the water."'

Reese nodded approvingly and without looking at her script, she said with conviction, '"I'm not a little girl. I can handle this. I will do this."'

'Such bad dialogue,' I muttered.

Reese laughed again. I loved making her laugh. For the next 40 minutes, Reese and I went over the various scenes we had together. Most of it was very pedestrian and mainly consisted of banal and occasionally, hilariously laughable dialogue, exchanged in various bland settings, but Reese, always the profession, managed to not seem bored by it all. Meanwhile, the only reason I agreed to come to her room and practice these scenes in the first place was to spend more time with her. Truth is, I always had a crush on Reese, but obviously I never expected anything to come of it. I never even expected to meet her. So naturally when my agent called me late last year and said I had been offered a role opposite Reese Witherspoon in what was apparently a very sexually charged film, I agreed almost immediately without even reading the script. Although after referring to Reese's character, Bianca, as "babydoll" 4 times in the past 2 pages, I was beginning to wonder whether it was the best career move. 

Finally, after much discussion and much delay, we had come to the conference room scene. The reason Reese had not too subtly been delaying talking about it was because this was our sex scene, and thus, the first piece of on screen nudity she would perform in more than 10 years. Reese slowly flipped the pages of her script until she reach scene 64 and said slowly to me,

'Alright then. Scene 64, the office conference room, interior, night time, our characters find themselves alone in the office after a successful video conference with their international clients.'

'International clients who are being played by Americans with terrible fake European accents,' I joked.

Reese forced a smile but was clearly distracted as she read over the long, unbroken passages that described the sex scene. Without pulling her eyes away, she fumbled blindly on the coffee table for her glass. I leaned forward and nudged it into her hand. She mumbled her thanks and kept reading. As I watched her drink, I looked back at the table to see that my glass was full of vodka. I turned to her and asked,

'We were drinking coke and vodka when I came in right?'

'Yep. Why?'

'Well, there's only vodka now.'

Reese chuckled. 'Yeah, we ran out of coke about 20 minutes ago. It's been straight vodka since then.'

'You handle your liquor well,' I remarked.

'Please, I'm small time compared to some of the people I knew growing up in the South,' she said before flipping the page and reading from the script out loud, '"Paul reaches up Bianca's skirt and begins to finger her."'

I smiled without even realising it, as Reese furrowed her brow and reread the line out loud once more, this time with a hint of distain in her voice. She finally looked up and me and raised an eyebrow.

'Jesus, normally a screenwriter just writes "they make love". They don't usually go into so much depth. Look at page 98, almost half the page is dedicated to the sex scene.'

I flipped to page 98 and saw for myself that she was indeed right. I started reading from the script out loud in a mocking tone,

'"Bianca moans loudly at his touch. Paul tears her blouse open, buttons bouncing across the table as he lays her flat on the conference table and removes her bra with his teeth,"' I said before turning to Reese and casually saying, 'FYI, that's actually very hard to do.'

I stared over the top of my script, Reese was taking another large drink from her glass. She returned my gaze and said,

'A 138 page script, and the only page that happens to be eloquent and well written is the sex scene.'

Reese suddenly tossed the script onto the coffee table and took another large drink. It was rare to see her be anything but happy and cheery. I followed her lead and placed my script down on the table and picked up my glass. We looked at each other over the top of the crystal glasses, none of us really wanting to push the issue. Eventually, after seeing she clearly had no intention of breaking the silence, I said,

'You know, we really don't have to run through this scene now.'

'Actually we do. We're filming this in three days and we haven't once talked about it so far. I'm sorry, it's my fault. I have this shy and demure streak about me sometimes.'

'Well, you have the first line, so whenever you're ready.'

Reese poured herself another glass of vodka and most of the refill before saying, 'Okay, the dialogue isn't the issue here. It's the actual sex that's the problem. Larry want there to be a lot of panting and moaning and thrusting involved.'

I raised an eyebrow, surprised at her choice of oddly crude words. Reese, off my look, replied,

'Larry's words, not mine. "Steamy", was how he described the scene. Come on, let's do this,' she said leaping off the couch.

Reese was already at the kitchen counter by the time I stood up. The first thing I noticed were that my legs almost gave out beneath me. Clearly my tolerance for alcohol was still very low. Nonetheless, I followed Reese to the kitchen counter. She rapped her knuckle again the black marble and said,

'Okay, this is our makeshift conference table. I'm suppose to be leaning against it when you walk up to me. You've just completed your brilliant seduction.'

'Calling a woman "babydoll" several times may be the worst seduction technique ever,' I chuckled.

Reese laughed loudly, and motioned for me to come over. With the script in one hand, she quickly took a peek at the page before turning back to me and saying,

'And now you come over and kiss me, despite my unwillingness. I don't return the kiss but you don't care.'

I stood there awkwardly for a few moments, not wanting to cross the line between practicing lines and kissing her without her permission. Reese waited for a moment before laughing softly and waving me over,

'Oh go ahead, plant one on me.'

Not needing any more encouragement, I took a few steps forward and wrapped my arm around her waist and kissed her square on the lips. True to the script, Reese's lips didn't move beneath mine, not that I cared. My grip on her waist became tighter as I felt her soft, moist lips beneath mine. I stood there, kissing her motionless lips for several long moments, even trying to part them open, convincing myself that it was for the good of the movie and not just me getting caught up in the moment. To my surprise, she began to slowly open her mouth and slid her tongue in my mouth, the smell of vodka on her breath. For the briefest of moments, we both kissed passionately. I felt Reese nod approvingly as she placed her hands on my chest, forcing me to back up a few steps. 

As I looked up at her, I could've sworn that she had a wide smile on her face, but just as soon as it was there, she had the script held up in front of her and was reading it out loud,

'"His hands begin to roam her body aimlessly for several longs seconds before Paul decides to reach up Bianca's dress and finger her."'

Once more, I stood there with an expression that basically said, "for the good of the movie". Reese smiled at me and nodded. I stepped forward once more and planted my hands on either side of her body, my right hand landed almost directly beneath her left breast. Through the fabric of her bathrobe, I could already feel the warmth of her body and her heart beating increasingly quickly. Reese tossed the script on the kitchen counter behind her and reached down, hiking up her long bathrobe to make things easier for me. 

I could feel the weight of her breasts on the top of my fingers as I felt myself become more and more aroused. I grudgingly pulled my hands away from her body and clumsily slipped my right hand up her bathrobe, placing it flat against her inner thigh. Reese, surprised by the physical contact inhaled sharply. Despite what was written on the page, I decided against doing anything. Our eyes met, her body held against mine, my hand placed against her bare thigh. She then, very matter-of-factly said,

'Let's t just skip the part where I moan in pleasure and skip to you forcing me up onto the conference table.'

'Sure.'

I bent down slightly moved my hand from her inner thigh to the back of her knees and did likewise with my other hands. Reese was surprisingly shorter than she appear on the big screen, so I had no problem holding her up by her thighs and lifting her onto the kitchen countertop. I hauled myself up onto her and pressed her body down until she was lying on the black marble surface with me on top of her. Our bodies touched, her warmth of her body seeped through her robe and my clothes, warming me up wherever we touched. The smell of vodka and expensive perfume filled my nostrils once more. I watched her as she adjusted herself beneath me to make herself more comfortable. My eyes moved up and down her narrow frame as my hands returned to her body. 

'Spread your legs,' I said, almost unconsciously.

Reese's breathing increased, and soon her breasts were heaving with every breath she took. I felt her legs spread beneath me, as she took my left hand and guided it up to her left breast. Surprised, I looked down at her. She shrugged and said,


Reese and Bianca Ch. 01



Author's Note: This is the love story of Reese and Bianca. If two women showing their love for one another is not your cup of tea, please find another story you'd like to read. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the hit soap All My Children, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. Not all the parts of this story will contain erotic sex scenes as there is a plot. First and foremost, this story is a romance, not a sex story. 

Also, I'd like to note that I do not own ABC's All My Children or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. 

I hope you like my story and please don't forget to vote...

Part One ::: Reese and Bianca Meet

(Bianca) 

Bianca was about to enjoy a beautiful day in the park with her precious little girl Miranda. "Mommy, I wanna see the swans," Miranda said, tugging on Bianca's hand as though to drag her away toward the pond. 

"Okay, sweetie, I promise we will," Bianca said cheerfully. Miranda was bursting with energy, and Bianca couldn't help but giggle at the little girl's persuasiveness. Miranda really loved living here in Paris and making new friends, but Bianca knew that Miranda missed her family in the states, her grandmother Erica, her uncle Jack, Aunt Kendall and Zach, and her cousins Spike and Ian. Bianca too missed home and oftentimes she thought of returning to Pine Valley, the city where she had grown up. 

Bianca and her little daughter were strolling down the pathway toward the pond so Miranda could see the swans when quite suddenly, Bianca ran head-on into the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eyes upon. The woman she ran into was about eight inches taller than Bianca. She was so tall and sexy, and so very opposite from Bianca. 

"Excuse me; I'm so sorry," Bianca heard herself babble. "My little girl was pulling me along... and I didn't see you. Are you okay?" 

"She's anxious to see the swans," Bianca explained, looking into the other woman's amber-colored eyes, getting lost in them. Never before had she been so instantly attracted to a woman as she found herself completely breathless over this one. Meanwhile, little Miranda had broke away from Bianca, letting go of her mother's hand and skipping off toward the pond. 

"Come on, Mommy!" Miranda called, her long dark hair flying in the wind as she neared the edge of the pond. 

"Miranda!" Bianca called out, not wanting her daughter to get near the pond without parental supervision. She gave the woman a smile and said, "Sorry, but I gotta take care of my daughter..." She then bounded after Miranda, who was watching the swans swimming in the pond with a look of delight on her sweet face. 

(Reese) 

Reese was in Paris doing architectural work for an extremely wealthy couple. That's what she loved to do, design dream homes for couples who were newly married and about to start their lives together. She had been working as an architect for a little over ten years now and her work was well-known. She had designed several of the homes which had appeared on Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. Because of this, she was now quite well off, but ever since her break-up with Simon, her family had disowned her. Things had gone horribly wrong, and Reese had realized that Simon wasn't the one for her. Right before the wedding, she had called the whole thing off. Then she had stunned her parents by announcing to them that she didn't like men, but preferred to be with a woman. Ever since that fateful day, her parents had all but disowned her. Life had been rather lonely for Reese, so she had thrown herself into her work. 

Because of what had happened and her parents' reaction, Reese hadn't dated anyone since her fiasco relationship with Simon. She had never acted on her feelings with women and spent most of her time just hanging out with her friends, most of which tended to be men. Her greatest longing was to have a loving and intimate relationship, but yet it was hard to let anyone in.... She had been protecting herself for far too long. 

Reese wasn't sure what had led her to the park that day. The weather was absolutely beautiful and she had decided to get some exercise and enjoy the lovely day. That's when she saw a precious little girl dragging her mother along toward the pond. Before she knew what had happened, the woman had run into her, nearly knocking her over. Reese stared into those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes and she was instantly lost. She couldn't even find her voice to speak, although the woman was frantically apologizing. 

Reese watched, seeing how the woman's rather large breasts rose becomingly against the silk fabric of her top as she spoke and she was deeply fascinated. Immediately, Reese drug her eyes away from the woman's chest, hoping she hadn't given herself away, but damn, this amazing lady was so attractive. Reese wanted to get to know her better. 

It was then that the little girl had broken away from her mother, skipping off toward the pond. With an apology, the woman had began walking away, and Reese followed. The two of them stood near the little girl, watching the child's delight as she saw the swans swimming in the pond. "What a beautiful site," Reese spoke. "Love is in the air," she said, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the woman who stood next to her, knowing that she too had noticed the swan and it's mate swimming together gracefully on the sparkling water of the pond. 

"My name is Reese Williams," Reese said when their gazes finally met. "You have a lovely daughter. How old is she?" She smiled at little Miranda, thinking how adorable she was and wishing she would be lucky to have such a precious little girl. 

(Reese and Bianca) 

Bianca gave Reese a smile. "Her name is Miranda, and she's four years old," said Bianca. "My name is Bianca Montgomery by the way." 

"Really?" Reese said with a partially raised eyebrow. "I've heard of you. You run that line of cosmetics. I wear your products." 

"You do?" Bianca said looking quite surprised. "They look beautiful on you.... ummmm what I mean to say, you are a very beautiful woman." 

Reese gazed at Bianca, seeing a look in those eyes of hers. Bianca was attracted to her, Reese was almost sure of it. There was a strong chemistry between the two of them, though they had just barely met. "Thank you," Reese said with a smile. "I was just thinking the same thing about you." 

"What are you doing in Paris?" Bianca asked then, cause quite obviously Reese wasn't a native of France. 

"I'm an Architect... and I was invited here by Pierre Francois and his new bride. I am designing their dream home. I will be finished in a couple of weeks, then I can start on my next project." 

"Really, you're THAT Reese Williams? I've heard of you, too. You're famous, you know.... I have seen your work in magazines. Wow, I can't believe it," Bianca said. "I'm fascinated... would you let me see your blueprints?" 

"You'd want to look them over?" Reese asked in surprise. "Sure, I wouldn't mind showing you..." 

"Mommy, I'm hungry..." Miranda suddenly spoke up, breaking the conversation that Bianca and Reese were very much enjoying. 

"Okay, baby, we'll head home and I'll order us some lunch," Bianca promised the child. 

"Yay!" Miranda exclaimed. 

"Reese, would you like to join Miranda and I for lunch?" Bianca asked. 

"Thanks, I'd love to," Reese agreed. 

*~* 

Reese accompanied Bianca and Miranda to the expensive chateau where Bianca had an exclusive suite, complete with a hottub, fireplace, and a nursery for Miranda. When they walked in, Reese couldn't help but gasp as the beautiful furnishings. "This was my mother's idea, not mine..." said Bianca with a little laugh. "Nothing but the best for her daughter and her darling granddaughter. I would have been happy staying at a regular hotel.... but well, mother insisted." 

"Wow, it's amazing," said Reese looking over the antique furnishings as Bianca gave her a short tour of the place. 

"The most amazing thing is that Miranda's nanny Rachel agreed to come with me to Paris. When I am working at the company, she's always here, looking after my little girl. I never have to worry cause I know that Miranda is being well taken care of," Bianca spoke as Miranda bounded off toward the nursery to play with her toys. The little girl wasn't the least bit interested in the adult conversation between her mother and her mother's new friend. 

"There she goes now," Bianca laughed, seeing Miranda disappear into the nursery where Rachel was waiting. 

"Your own nanny... that's really kewl," said Reese as she took a seat on a satin love seat in the middle of the living room. 

"Yeah, Rachel's been looking after Miranda since she was a small baby, so she's like part of the family." 

Reese couldn't help but wonder.... Was this Rachel more than just the nanny? She couldn't take her eyes off Bianca. Her heartbeat sped up as she found herself practically staring at Bianca in awe. A slow smile came to Bianca's face. "Is something wrong?" Bianca asked as it seemed that Reese had been undressing her with her eyes. 

"No... no, nothing's wrong. I was just thinking about how... hungry I am. What's for lunch?" 

"Room service. I don't cook," answered Bianca as she reached for the phone. Taking Bianca's hand into hers, Reese stopped her. 

"What do you mean... you don't cook? What about your little girl? Surely she wants a home-cooked meal now and then," said Reese. "Hey, why don't you let me cook for you? I'm not the most awesome cook, but I can whip up something yummy. How does Chinese stir fry sound?" 

Bianca grinned. "You cook? Sure, I'd love that," she said when Reese offered to make lunch. "Come with me; I'll show you the kitchen." 

Once in the kitchen, Reese made herself at home and began cooking a meal. Luckily Rachel had kept the kitchen well-stocked, and Reese had everything she needed to prepare the Chinese stir fry. Reese cut up the fresh vegetables and then began browning the chicken. "Mmmmm that smells sooo good," Bianca said blissfully as she walked over to the stove and looked into the wok where Reese was turning the meat. 

"You don't eat real food that often, do you?" Reese observed, seeing Bianca's look of awe when watching her cook. 

"No, I don't. I never learned to cook... and neither did my mother. We always had servants to take care of all our needs...." admitted Bianca. "Now that I am here in Paris, Miranda and I eat at restaurants... and I call room service. Rachel can fix a few things, but she's a nanny, not a cook." 

"Well, it's a good thing you met me then... I won't let you starve," Reese promised as added the vegetables to the wok. 

"Mmmmm vegetables... This is what real food looks like," Bianca said with a smile. 

Reese laughed as she continued to prepare the food. "So... Bianca, are you single? What about Miranda's father?" Reese heard herself asking as she blended the vegetables with the meat. 

The expression on Bianca's face suddenly went from great joy and contentment to one of shadows. "He's dead. And I never really considered Michael her father. She's my daughter, only mine," Bianca said softly, looking down and unable to meet Reese's gaze.  

Reese felt terrible for bringing up what was obviously a painful subject for Bianca. "Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...." she started to apologize. 

"It's okay. You didn't know.... you see, Miranda's biological father was a rapist," Bianca explained. "He raped me... and that's how my daughter was conceived." 

Reese winced, a look of horror crossing her face. The thought of some monster hurting this beautiful woman caused her to feel intense sorrow as well as rage. "Ohh my God, I--- I'll kill him," Reese hissed. 

"No, you can't do that.... I already did," said Bianca in an almost whisper. "He tried to attack me again... so I had to stop him. There was a struggle... and I---I killed him." 

"Ohh my God, I'm so sorry," Reese said, reaching for Bianca. Suddenly then Bianca was in Reese's arms, and Reese was holding her. Tears wet Bianca's cheek and spilled onto Reese's chest, wetting her shirt. Tenderly, Reese began caressing Bianca's hair. 

"Mommy," a little voice called out. And then Miranda was there, tugging on her mother's shirt. "Mommy, something smells good. I'm sooo hungry." 

"Ohhh honey," Bianca said, breaking away from Reese. She took Miranda in her arms and kissed the little girl's cheek. While holding her precious child, Bianca turned to look at Reese whose amber eyes were also shining with tears. "Reese, Miranda is my miracle child. She's proof that something wonderful and amazing can come from one of the most painful and tragic events a person could experience in life. I love this little girl with all my heart... and I will never, ever regret having her." 

Then Bianca spoke to Miranda whom she had gently placed into a chair at the table. "Reese is making us lunch, sweetie. Isn't that nice of her?" Bianca said to her little girl. "It won't be coming on a tray... Reese is cooking it herself." 

"Yayyyy!" Miranda exclaimed and both Reese and Bianca laughed at the little girl's enthusiasm. 

It wasn't long before the meal was done and the three of them sat down at the table. "What about Rachel?" Reese asked as Bianca was helping Miranda fill her plate. 

"She's already eaten," answered Bianca as she watched her little daughter happily digging into her food. "She loves it." 

"Good," said Reese with a smile, pleased that not only Miranda, but Bianca was enjoying the meal. 

"Reese, earlier you asked me if I am single," spoke Bianca. "In answer to that question, yes.... I am not seeing anyone. I haven't dated in well... a very long time." 

"Why not? You're beautiful, sexy... guys must be swarming all over you." 

Bianca smiled. "Maybe so... but I wouldn't be interested. I don't like guys, Reese. I like women." 

Reese nearly dropped her fork. There it was.... exactly what she had been sensing from this woman. "You mean ... you're ... you're..." 

"I'm a lesbian," Bianca finished as she saw Reese trying to recover from her admission. 

"Wow... I've never actually met anyone who... well, who liked women..." Reese replied, knowing with each word she sounded more and more tongue-tied. 

Bianca laughed softly, more amused by Reese's reaction than anything. "You don't usually hang out with lesbians?" Bianca asked her tone a bit teasing. 

"No... I usually hang out with guys," said Reese. "What I mean to say is that most of the architects I know are guys... so most of my friends are men." 

"One of my closest friends is a guy, too. My brother Zach... he's a great guy. You should meet him." 

"Hopefully I will someday," said Reese, hoping she got to know this woman even better. 

"So how about you? Are you dating?" Bianca then asked after taking a small sip of her iced tea. 

"No, I don't date." 

"You don't date?" Bianca said surprise. "Why in the world not?" 

"I had a bad break-up several years ago... so after that, I said never again." 

"So now you won't even consider dating?" 

"I would consider it... if the right woman came along...." 

"Hold it... did you just say...?" 

"Yes, I said 'woman'. Bianca, my past relationship didn't work out because it was with a guy, and I realized I don't like men. And I haven't been involved with a woman yet... because I have been waiting for someone special," Reese explained. 

Bianca looked into Reese's amber eyes. "I understand that... waiting for someone special," she said softly. "That's what I want too... Someone who wants to make a family with me and Miranda. Someone who would accept her and love her as I do...." 

Reese and Bianca were looking deep into one another's eyes when suddenly Miranda spoke up. "Mommy, I'm finished now. Can I go and play?" the little girl asked. 

"Sure, sweetie," Bianca said as she helped her daughter wipe her face with her napkin. 

After a moment, Miranda went off to play in the nursery and Bianca and Reese were alone once again. With Bianca's help, Reese started cleaning up the kitchen. "Lunch was wonderful, Reese," Bianca said. "With you around, I could get really spoiled." 

Reese turned from the dish she had been washing to look into Bianca's very dark eyes. "Would you like to see more of me?" Reese heard herself asking. She realized how suggestive that sounded, then reworded her question to: "Bianca, would you go out with me?"



Reese and Bianca Ch. 02



Author's Note: This is the love story of Reese and Bianca. If two women showing their love for one another is not your cup of tea, please find another story you'd like to read. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the hit soap All My Children, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. Not all the parts of this story will contain erotic sex scenes as there is a plot. First and foremost, this story is a romance, not a sex story. 

Also, I'd like to note that I do not own ABC's All My Children or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. 

*

Finally Bianca replied. "Sure, I'd love to go out with you. Where will we go?" Bianca asked.

"Would you like to go dancing with me?" Reese asked, cause she was just waiting for an excuse to have Bianca back in her arms.

"Dancing? That might be fun...." Bianca agreed. "And maybe dinner, too."

"Yes definitely," said Reese, still in awe that Bianca had agreed to go on a date with her.

"Tonight... let's go tonight," Bianca said eagerly.

"Okay," Reese said, nearly dropping the dish in her hands as she kept staring into Bianca's dark eyes.

Bianca suddenly laughed. "Reese, did you realize you just washed that same dish four times?" she said teasingly.

"I did not."

"Yes, you did...." Bianca giggled. She was smiling from ear to ear, to think that she had that sort of effect on this beautiful, amazing woman Reese.

"I can't wait for tonight," Reese admitted.

*~*

Bianca was getting ready for her date with Reese. She had tried on every single dress in her closet, and none of them had seemed right. She was now wearing a low-cut black one that seemed to hug all her curves in the right places. She stared at her reflection in the mirror as she sprayed on a sheen of perfume over her neck and breasts. That's when Miranda walked in. "Mommy, what are you doing?" asked the little girl, watching as Bianca gave her appearance another once-over.

"Ohhh, Mommy's just getting ready for her night out with Reese," Bianca said, giving Miranda a smile and little kiss on the nose.

"Mommy, you smell nice," Miranda said with a giggle as she gave her mother a hug.

"Off to bed with you, young lady... it's past your bedtime," said Bianca as she ushered her little girl off to the nursery.

"But Mommy, I wanna see Reese, I really like her," Miranda said in a pleading voice.

"You do?" Bianca asked as she settled little Miranda down in her pink and lavender princess bed with her stuffed white bunny.

"Yeah, she cooks...." Miranda said with a grin.

Bianca laughed, then gave Rachel a wink. "Don't wait up for me," she said. She then gave Miranda a quick good night kiss.

As she walked into the living room, the doorbell rang. She rushed to open it. She sucked in her breath, seeing Reese. "Oh my God, you look stunning," said Reese, her eyes about bulging out of her head when she saw Bianca in that sexy black dress. If it were any more low-cut, Bianca might have a nipple-slip.

"You too," said Bianca, trying not to be too obvious, but Reese looked amazingly hot. She was wearing a mini skirt that showed off her long sexy legs and a dazzling leather top that consisted of very little material. High black leather boots topped off the outfit. Bianca, who hadn't had a lover in well over a year's time, couldn't stop the burst of desire she felt when she looked at Reese.

"Are you going to invite me in... or just stand there staring at me?" Reese asked, snapping Bianca out of her trance.

"Sorry," Bianca said, moving aside so Reese could enter. "I'm all ready, shall we go?"

"Yes, dinner and dancing... this is going to be fun," said Reese as she and Bianca left on their date together.

*~*

After a nice romantic dinner, Reese took Bianca to a club. The music was throbbing as they entered the place, finding quite a crowd. They practically had to shout over the pounding music. Colored lights sent patterns over Bianca's flesh as Reese took her hand and lead her to the dance floor. A fast song played as they began to dance. Their eyes locked as the music flowed. No matter how she tried, Bianca couldn't tear her gaze from Reese. Something about this woman made her drown. She could barely breathe.

The song then turned to a slow romantic one. Reese pulled Bianca into her arms, staring down into her eyes. She bent forward and whispered into Bianca's ear, "Paris... it is the city of love." Bianca's heartbeat sped up, her body pressed to Reese's. Never had anyone made her feel this way before... and so very fast. Was it love at first site? Bianca didn't know, but there was definitely something going on between them.

After the song ended, they just held each other. Eventually, Reese pulled free, looking at Bianca. "You okay?" she asked, because Bianca wasn't saying anything, nor was she moving.

"Yeah, I just think I need a drink." Not only did Reese make her breathless; but Bianca was incredibly thirsty.

"Okay," said Reese with a smile, taking Bianca's hand in hers and leading her to the bar.

"Get the lady a drink... whatever she wants..." Reese said, smiling at the bartender.

"How about Sex on the Beach?" the bartender suggested, looking at the two amazingly stunning ladies.

"Yeah, how about it, Bianca? How about Sex on the Beach?" asked Reese, looking at Bianca with a gleam in her eye.

"Ohh wow, Sex on the Beach. I thought you'd never ask," Bianca said, looking at Reese. She then turned to the bartender and said, "Both me and my lady friend here would like Sex on the Beach."

"I bet you would," the bartender said under his breath, raising one eyebrow before going off to fix the drinks.

After the bartender walked away, Reese giggled. "You're so bad," Bianca said to her with a grin plastered on her face.

"Hey, you're the one who wanted Sex on the Beach," Reese pointed out.

"I can't help it... I happen to like Sex on the Beach," Bianca stated, smiling at Reese as they took seats at the bar.

The music blared as they looked into each other's eyes. "Bianca, I've had an amazing time with you tonight. The dancing was fun... just being with you is fun," Reese said.

"I've had a wonderful time, too," Bianca said, wishing that loud music, the crowd, and everything would just go away, so she could be all alone with Reese.

"Hey, I got an idea. After our drinks, why don't we go back to my place? It's nice and quiet there," Reese suggested. Bianca smiled as it seemed Reese had been reading her mind.

Their drinks arrived then, and Bianca reached for hers, taking a long sip. "Sure, I'd love to see your place," Bianca agreed.

*~*

"So did you design this place yourself?" Bianca asked Reese as she showed her around her cozy little cottage on the lakeshore.

"Nope, but I'd be happy to show you some of the blueprints of the homes I have designed," said Reese as she lead Bianca inside to the sunk-in living room.

Reese then picked up some blueprints off her art table, showing them to Bianca. "Wow, amazing," said Bianca as she looked them over. "You're so talented. I can't believe you design all these places. I'd love it if someone made a house for me."

Reese couldn't help but grin at that comment. "I could picture you in a very large home... something Victorian... with lots of antiques. Definitely somewhere near the water," said Reese.

"Exactly. And lots of bedrooms. Space for Miranda to play," said Bianca dreamily.

"That's a wonderful thought," Reese agreed. "Have you ever thought about... in the future, if you meet the right lady, having another child? A little sister or brother for Miranda?"

"Actually, I've thought about it a lot. Things didn't go so well with Miranda. I had a really hard time... I nearly miscarried. And it wasn't just the fact that I almost lost her, it's all the emotions that were involved, because that pregnancy had been forced upon me.... It wasn't exactly a happy time," Bianca explained. "How I wish I could have another chance... another baby, this time with someone amazing, someone I love."

"Yeah, I long for that, too. I always wanted a bunch of kids. A whole house full of kids. Suppose I'll never have that now," Reese said a little sadly.

"Are you saying that just because you want to be another woman that you will never be a mother?" Bianca asked Reese. "You can't think that way... if two people love each other, and they long to become parents, they will find a way. This is the modern world... and there are ways to get around that, Reese. I've actually been thinking of artificial insemination."

"You have?" Reese asked with surprise.

"Yeah I don't want Miranda to have to grow up an only child. I have a wonderful sister, and I love her so much. I want Miranda to have that sort of connection with a sibling, like Kendall and I have."

"So are you... going to get inseminated?" Reese asked.

Bianca shook her head. "No, not now anyway," Bianca said with a sigh. "It's not really the way I like it, being a single mom. I'd rather meet someone special first... someone who wants to share their life with me."

"I can't blame you for that. I think that's what everyone really wants, that special someone in their life. That person who makes their heart jump at the slightest touch," said Reese, her voice soft and husky. Tenderly, her fingertips brushed along the curve of Bianca's cheek.

Bianca stared into Reese's eyes. "That's what I mean exactly...." she whispered. "Like what I am feeling now..."

Reese's heart skipped a beat, hearing Bianca's words. Very slowly, her lips descended, brushing against Bianca's. Bianca leaned into the kiss, becoming breathless. Her lips parted under Reese's as the kiss became even more steamy. Feeling Bianca's response, Reese deepened the kiss, her tongue lightly tracing Bianca's lower lip. Suddenly then, Bianca pulled back slightly, looking at Reese.

"Wow, that was some kiss," she said softly, lightly touching her lips which were moist from Reese's mouth.

"Bianca, I'm sorry... it's just that I'm so attracted to you... and I couldn't---." Reese began.

"No, don't apologize. I wanted that kiss... it's just that, well, we just met ya know, and I feel I am getting swept away so fast. It scares me a little," Bianca explained as she looked into those gorgeous amber eyes of Reese's.

"Yeah, I know. It's like that for me, too. I never... This is the first time I have shared something like this with a woman... and it's both very exciting and yes, a little bit scary too," Reese admitted.

"You mean... that was... your first kiss?" asked Bianca.

"Yeah, with a woman," said Reese with a small laugh and a grin.

"Well, you're pretty good at it..."

"Thanks..." laughed Reese.

"Actually, you were damn good at it, but I better get going... " Bianca said, quickly gathering her things and heading off toward the door.

Reese rushed after her, looking concerned. "Bianca, don't go like this...." Reese pleaded, gently turning Bianca around to face her.

"I'm not running from this, Reese... I'm not running from us. I just need some time to process everything," Bianca said softly. "I need time to deal with what it is I am feeling."

"And what is it you are feeling?"

"I--- I am not sure... Desire... Attraction... and Love. Maybe, I don't know. How can I feel this so soon? I just met you."

Reese slightly raised an eyebrow, looking at Bianca. "I don't know, but I'm feeling it, too.... and it's scary... so damn scary."

Bianca swallowed, greatly relieved that she wasn't the only one experiencing these feelings. "Right now we both need a little time to discover what it is we are truly feeling, and once we do... we know where to find each other," Bianca said to Reese. "I gotta go now... I have had some really bad relationships in the past, and I won't make that mistake again. I'm not rushing into anything until I'm sure it's right. It isn't just me anymore... I gotta think of what is right for Miranda, too."

"I understand," Reese said with a nod.

"Good, thank you," spoke Bianca. "And thanks so much for a beautiful night. I will never forget it."

"Neither will I," said Reese as Bianca walked out the door.



Reese and Bianca Ch. 03



Author's Note: They are back by popular demand! Reese and Bianca! 

If two women showing their love for one another is not your cup of tea, please find another story you'd like to read. The story of Reese and Bianca will be submitted in several parts and is based off the hit soap All My Children, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. Not all the parts of this story will contain erotic sex scenes as there is a plot. First and foremost, this story is a romance, not a sex story. 

Also, I'd like to note that I do not own ABC's All My Children or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. 

Please don't forget to vote! Sorry guys... but this chapter is short and sweet...

*~*

Bianca had gotten greatly absorbed in her work the past two and half weeks. She had become moody and pensive, often snapping at her employees for no apparent reason. Her usual sunny and kind personality had been slightly skewed as she struggled to come to terms with the intensity of her feelings for Reese. One particular day, the site manager of Fusion walked into Bianca's office, announcing that the architect for the new building site had been hired and was on her way in to see Bianca.

"Send her in," Bianca said, barely looking up from the brochure she had been browsing which featured the new line of body wash and tropical lotions newly introduced to the European division of Fusion.

The door opened again and in swept none other than Reese. "Reese!" Bianca practically gasped, standing up and appearing greatly shocked in finding that the site manager had hired Reese Williams as the designer of the new building which would house the new teen line of Erica Kane's cosmetic business in Europe.

Reese smiled when she saw Bianca, then immediately began apologizing. "Bianca, I'm sorry... I didn't realize at first when I got hired to design this building that it would be for YOUR company.... but then when I figured out who it was I was working for, I hoped you would be okay with me taking the offer. I know I normally design dream homes for couples, but when I heard the ideas the company has for the teen line and its building, I was eager to design it. I really hope you don't mind," explained Reese.

"No, Reese, I don't mind," replied Bianca once the initial shock had worn off. "And to be honest, I've been meaning to call you. Please sit down. I need to talk to you."

Reese set her briefcase aside as she seated herself in the leather lounge chair across from Bianca's desk. Bianca too took her own seat behind her desk as she gazed over at Reese, disbelieving that fate had once again put them together, forcing her to deal with the situation instead of avoiding it as she had been doing for nearly three weeks now.

"Reese, I have no doubt that you are the perfect person to design the building which will house the teen line of Fusion Cosmetics. In fact, I couldn't have chosen a better person myself...." said Bianca. She carefully then began to broach the subject of that kiss they had both been unable to forget. "But all business aside, I wanted to discuss with you what happened the other night... on our date," spoke Bianca.

Reese sat there, listening intently as Bianca had her say. "I apologize for leaving the way I did... yet I really did need some space to deal with what it was I was feeling for you. You see, I have never felt that intensely for anyone before, and it was very scary as I barely knew you. I was afraid I would be swept away too fast and too far and end up getting hurt," explained Bianca. "Some of my past relationships have left me feeling incredibly scarred, and I didn't want anything to happen in which I would end up coming to regret. The more I contemplated my feelings for you, I came to realize I do want to have a relationship with you.... and I hope you too feel the same way. But I need you to realize that I must take things slow, cause I don't want to rush into it too fast and end up getting hurt. And I would never want Miranda to get hurt as well. If you and I had a relationship, she might become quite attached to you... and then if things did not work out, it might break her little heart."

"Bianca, I would never want to hurt you or Miranda," Reese spoke. "I understand that you wouldn't want to jump into a serious relationship too fast... and yes, I do want a chance with you, too. I've thought of nothing else since our date."

"Well, at least we are both on the same track then," said Bianca with a little smile. "I must have tried to call you a dozen times, but something always stopped me."

"I assumed you needed some time, so I didn't call you either. I don't want to push you into anything, Bianca. I respect how you feel."

Bianca sighed, running her fingers through her dark hair to sweep it out of her face. "I shouldn't let my past relationships have any impact on what I may or may not find with you... but I can't help but go into this cautiously. I hope you understand."

"I do... and I just want to spend time with you, get to know you and Miranda. The rest will come in time, when we are both ready for it...."

Bianca smiled, thankful that Reese appeared to understand her hesitation. "How about you? You said you have never before had a relationship with a woman.... Isn't the thought of US a bit overwhelming?" Bianca asked.

"Yes, it's a bit scary and overwhelming, but it's what I have always wanted and dreamed of, so it's also very exciting and exhilarating at the same time. I can't stop thinking of you, Bianca. I don't know if you believe in love at first sight or not, but something definitely happened to the two of us when we met in the park that day. As if it were swept away by fate... or destiny," Reese contemplated.

Bianca smiled and shrugged just a little. "Dunno, but yeah... something definitely happened, you're right about that," she agreed. "And I would be a fool if I didn't explore those feelings I have for you and see where they are going to lead. Since the emotions are so strong and we have just now met, I think it's safe to say things are going to get hot and heavy pretty fast... and I just want to be positively sure we are both prepared for that," Bianca added as her voice became very soft and a bit husky.

"Bianca, one day at a time, that's all we can do," Reese pointed out as she stood up from her chair and went to Bianca. She took Bianca's hands into hers and guided her up into her arms. With a small sigh, Bianca settled herself against Reese, sliding into her willing embrace.

"All I know is that you are an amazing woman and I never want to hurt you," Reese said, pressing a tender kiss into Bianca's hair. "I know I am walking into new and unknown territory, but I really don't care..... it's worth it if I get the chance to love you."

Bianca giggled just a little as she pressed herself to Reese. "Reese, I know you were engaged once... to a guy... But please tell me, did you and he have a chance to consummate that relationship?" Bianca wondered.

"Ummmm no..... not that he didn't try... but it wasn't right for me," Reese replied. "I didn't want him. I definitely didn't want a man."

Bianca pulled away swiftly, staring into Reese's eyes. "You're a virgin?!" she gasped, the surprise playing over her beautiful face.

Reese laughed, knowing how absurd it sounded.... after all, she was not exactly a young woman anymore. "Yeah, well, technically I am.... I have never you know, physically been with anyone," Reese explained. "But Bianca, I'm not a saint either. Don't think that at my age I have never, you know... discovered the joys of self-fulfillment. So yeah, technically, I'm a virgin, but physically, I am not."

"Wow," was all Bianca could say as she looked at Reese in awe. She had never been with a virgin before. All of her past lovers had been experienced when it came to relations with the opposite sex, if not well-tutored in the arts of lesbian-love. Strange as it seemed, Bianca couldn't help but feel that Reese was right. Reese's innocence was nothing more than a technicality. She had felt sensations in Reese's kiss that had went beyond anything unskilled. When and if they became lovers, she was certain it would be nothing but perfection.

"Come on, Bianca, you should be flattered... if things go the way we want them to... you will be my first and only," Reese said as she gazed into Bianca's dazzling chocolate-brown eyes.

"I can't imagine that, Reese.. I am so overwhelmed by this... by you... and by my feelings," Bianca admitted as she held Reese close and settled her cheek over Reese's heart.

"Shhh," said Reese as she caressed Bianca's long dark hair. "We have lots of time to discover what it is we are feeling...Let's just slow down and enjoy the ride."

Trustingly, Bianca pulled back to look into Reese's eyes. "Alright, I promise to do my best. I will do what I can to throw all caution into the wind and just enjoy my time with you; I haven't been happy for a very long time, and that's what I want, to be happy with you.... I'm falling in love with you, Reese."

"That's good," said Reese as she stared at Bianca with a mixture of desire and complete admiration in her eyes. "Because I've already fallen in love with you." 



Reese and David: Domestic Bliss



(This is the latest installment of the 'Tuition Time' and 'Reese and David' series. I hope you enjoy the latest adventure between Reese, a sexy mature woman who teaches 3rd grade and David, a tall hard-bodied young many recently graduated from college.)



What with school not starting back for another week even for teachers I still had a few free days on my hands. So I had myself into a zone where I had to clean everything in the house. I left my two worst household chores for last, dusting and ironing. I'm one of those that often only dusts a shelf unit or anything on a wall as far up as I can see. David, my live-in lover for the last couple of months, learned early on with his well over six foot towering frame he'd see all that dust at his eye-level. He had commented on that once. I plainly told him if he wanted to dust up that high, he could go for it. 

So far he'd never offered. 

Being in the 'zone' I even made my way through that disgusting chore and reached up as far as I could on my bare tip toes to at least make a pass at wiping everything I could possibly reach. That done, it still left me with my most detested chore of all...ironing! The real disgust with this chore always starts with how the stupid ironing board makes a horrid scraping metallic noise when I set it up. Add to that I never seem to be able to get it set to the right height. Sometimes it's too high, making my shoulders ache or down too low, making me bend over the board hurting my lower back. I got it pretty much set right this time so I dove right in and switched on the iron. While it was heating up I went to the fridge and fixed myself a cold glass of iced tea. As I took a healthy swig some of the condensation on the glass dripped down onto my neck and trickled under my top. The cool liquid made my skin tingle and when I looked down I not surprisingly found my nipples were standing up boldly. Of course they more easily peeked through my top as I wasn't wearing a bra. In fact, except for work I rarely ever did wear one, but why bother? My puny boobs didn't need much support. I wasn't blessed with huge knockers like my mom and baby sister had been. I was still proud of my tiny round mounds of pleasure though, especially since my very huge, puffy and sensitive nipples, for me, made up for the lack of boob size. 

I was very tempted to pinch one as I stared down at them both standing up so obviously excited. But I had work to do I told myself. I smiled and shook my head.  

Sitting my glass back on the kitchen counter I went over to the laundry basket and picked up the first of David's shirts. I smoothed it flat on the ironing board then standing with the hot iron in my hand, I let myself daydream for a moment. I realized I hadn't left the house all day so I was still wearing a thin white camisole-type top and my shortest denims shorts. It was an outfit much skimpier and daring than I'd ever wear out in public, not to mention I had on no underwear at all. For some reason that simple thought got another tingle out of me, but a warm arousal also made its way through my body. The shiver ran all the way up to the hot iron in my hand as I pictured David coming home and seeing me in that outfit. Being his normal easily aroused self I pictured him taking me right there in the kitchen. 

I was about to put the iron down and shove my hand into my shorts...again I shook my head.

As much as I hate ironing I hate having wrinkled dress clothes even more. I have also found myself wanting my man to look his best on his new job, now that he'd graduated college. He had joined this company in the last month and had quickly become one of the most respected young administrators in the regional office. His friendliness and reliability quickly cemented his popularity among staff and management alike. Of course, I knew from very first-hand experience it was impossible to resist his charms. 

With that I grinned inside and out...then started daydreaming again. I imagined David's large hands all over my body...that tingle over my skin reemerged, but now it went much deeper down to a very private place. This time I did run my free hand down the front of my shorts...  

But once more, I shook my head and went back to ironing. 

Okay, yes, I could afford the laundering bill if I'd take his shirts and my blouses to the cleaners. It would save me the dreaded chore, but the cheapskate I was or what I prefer to call myself, the 'thirty person', came out in me. Why should I pay someone good money to do something I could just as easily do and in many cases do better or at least the very way I wanted? That was really it, not the money, the perfection. I'd tried a couple of the local cleaners, but I usually ended up pressing them again myself because I usually found some stray wrinkle or some crease I didn't like. So my normal perfectionist persona won out as I couldn't stand the thought of David running around in wrinkled shirts. 

So my most dreaded chore had become a routine so I could have my man looking his best. Diligently I worked on each of David's dress shirts, tediously smoothing out every wrinkle and putting sharp creases on the sleeves. Even as I did, I found it difficult to concentrate on the chore at hand. I had other things popping into my mind as I touched his shirts, like my young lover that wore them...and his hard naked body.

David and I had been together for nearly four months and well over a month of that we'd been living together. He had made me feel so alive and so young again. The over twenty year difference in our ages only meant to me that I had a man who could keep me satisfied sexually if not nearly every day, most nights and long into the early hours of the morning. Even then he could take that 'morning wood' of his and perform again without any effort at all. Of course I loved my man for more than just his sexual prowess and stamina, but you can't fault a forty-plus year old woman for thoroughly enjoying that part of the relationship, too!

The tingle between my legs returned.

My cunty, as I fondly call my female sex, started to get moist at the thought of what I would be doing with my lover later, with any luck. But I also knew my man was down to his last dress shirt for his day job and the 'Ironing Fairy' had not paid a visit in a few days.

"Damn, you're sexy." A voice called out behind me.

I admit I jumped a little, but I didn't want David to know he had taken me totally by surprise.

"Thank you, my dear." I called back calmly to my lover without looking.

"You sure do a thorough job you know. My shirts always look so good." I heard David's voice much closer realizing he was walking up behind me. I looked back at him over the frame of my eyeglasses and found him very obviously staring at my ass in my tight denim cut-offs. Not surprisingly my glance came across the almost ever-present bulge in his pants. 

"Well, I still have work to do," I made a few more passes over the shirt with the hot iron. "See you later." 

I grinned knowing full well if I let him he'd grab me and have his way with me right there in the kitchen. 

"Are you teasing me?" He asked standing almost right behind me by then. I could feel his warm breath on my neck. 

I ignored him and kept on ironing, although I did wiggle my backside back at him. I was being a bit of a cock tease I know, but I so enjoyed playing with David. I always enjoyed playing with him. At the same I was determined not to let him stop me from finishing my chores.

"Damn you! You're driving me crazy and you know it!" I felt his arousal rub up against my shorts, right up the middle of the seam.

"So, would you like me to finish ironing your shirts later?" I eased back into him more, moving my butt up and around.   

Suddenly, his lust exploded and he grabbed me, pulling me back against his long, lean body. He kissed me on my bare neck, under my ponytail. His pelvis ground against me as I reached back with my free hand and grabbed his taut ass, pulling him harder against me, horny lust taking me over. The hot iron was still in my other hand.  

His cock bulged through his dress pants and into my jeans shorts. 

He was so hard! 

My skin came alive at the sensation and my body was prepared to indulge in sexual fun regardless of what my mind told me was left to do with my chores. His soft lips played on my tingling skin. All I was good for at that point was dissolving into our mutual lustful feelings. One of his hands went up the back of my neck and his kisses became more passionate. His other hand had made its way around my front and up under my top. 

"I'd like to see more of you right now." He whispered in my ear. 

"How much more?" I purred at him, playfully squeezing his gorgeously tight backside. 

"You are just so damn hot! I want to see it all." He pulled me backward slightly and I reclined against his chest. "I have to be the luckiest guy on the planet." His arms encircled me and his hand cupped my breast. He held it from underneath, my nipple captured between a thumb and forefinger. As it swelled under his touch he pinched it more firmly and I lifted my pelvis to meet his other gently exploring hand for his fingers had slipped under the waistband of my shorts and grazed my trimmed strip of pubic hair. He eased his long fingers down further, pressing until he opened my lips gently. 

"Ahhhh," I drew in a deep breath, my back arching. 

I felt his long hard cock press into my back as I moved my legs further apart letting his fingers play over the outer lips of my sex. He made me feel so soft and deliciously warm as he ran his tongue down the nape of my neck. My heart pounded in my chest and all the time he pushed his erection into the small of my back I could feel its intense heat. Suddenly I felt a flutter as David's fingertip tapped on my clitty. My head snapped forward, little sounds of satisfaction escaping my lips as he teased me.  

I took a huge breath and turned my head back to look at him once again. "So, you want to see it all, huh?" 

"Mmm-hmm. I want you to show me everything."

"Just don't get too used to this." I said then pushed him back with my butt, shoving into his very eager erection. "Go sit in the chair over there." I nodded toward the little kitchen table and sat the hot iron back the ironing board.

I swear a puppy dog couldn't have looked as sad as he did as he pouted before backing his way to one of the chairs. Then he sat there with his hands on his knees, as his eyes wandered up and down my body. I tried not to grin, but rather kept a sexy look on my face as I walked to him. 

I bent down and put my face right in front of his.

"You want to see these?" I asked, grabbing both my breasts through my thin top.

He didn't take his eyes off mine, but put his big strong hands up and squeezed my hands that much more firmly over my small boobs. "More than anything."

The poor man sounded almost desperate.

I stood straight up with a big smile on my face and grabbed the bottom of my top and brought it up a little, just past my bellybutton. As I did, I gyrated my hips slowly and stepped forward to straddle one of his legs. Then I pulled it the rest of the way off and tossed it on the table behind him. That left me wearing nothing but a smile and my very short denim shorts, which were already getting plenty damp.

I put my hands on my hips, "Like what you see, lover?" 

He reached up and placed his hands directly on my breasts this time and gave them an even more firm squeeze. "Yes I do." He gently kneaded my boobs, letting his fingertips graze across my very erect nipples.

"Suck my fat puffy nipples then, big boy." I even surprised myself with how naughty that sounded!

He eagerly granted my request, though, hungrily suckling, then nibbling and finally gently biting one. The last sexy gesture involuntarily caused me to throw my head back and groan. Before I could take in another breath his long thick tongue swirled around my other straining nipple. My knees weakened and I slumped down onto his thigh, my own pressing up tight to his crotch. I could feel his arousal again as it extended down the leg of his pants. 

I rubbed all over it. "Mmm, I love how you do that." My eyes met his as he devoured my breast.

"I...could...get...used...to this...too." He mumbled between his suckling.

I bit my lip and began to grind down harder on his young cock, squeezing my thighs over his leg. His eyes rolled back in his head this time and he lost his mouth's grip on my breast, but only for a short moment. 

"Do you, mmm, like this? Oh..." I commented before he quickly regained hold of my fully extended nipple with his lips. I moaned and grabbed a handful of his hair. 

"I love this." He replied between deep breaths as he nibbled my breasts. "I love you." 

"Mmmm, you're good at this. No wonder I love you too." I leaned in closer to him, closed my eyes and rubbed up and down his thigh. "You sure you want this old body still?" 

My nipple fell from his lips again. "You're crazy. You know I do."

"I see..." I winked and nodded down at his erection, "and feel that you do." I felt his erection surge through his slacks and rub tighter up into the crotch of my shorts. I was getting wetter by the second.

I abruptly pushed him back in his chair. "I have something else for you," I said in that new very naughty tone of mine then knelt down in front of him. As I reached for his zipper, I looked up and watched his eyes grow wide. 

"Oh baby. I want you so bad," he said, barely able to contain himself.

"Badly." I corrected him.

"What?" He said breathing hard.

"Badly, you college graduate."

"Oh, thank you Ms. Matthews, Miss English Major. Ohhh!" He groaned as I pulled his manhood out of his pants and likely scraped it against the zipper of his fly. 

"Oh my, sorry." I stared at it for a second then looked up at him, smiled and started stroking that long nine inches of pure man. "I indeed see that you do need something very badly."

"Oh yes," he moaned and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. "Mmmm, yes I do."

I giggled and went back to what I was doing, something I'd done many times over the last few months. I never tired of stroking that very long, very thick manhood of his. I stared at the tall hard rod right in front of my face, slowly running both hands up and down. It took both hands! His big pole made my hands seem so small. 

David groaned more and more.

As I looked up into his now opened eyes, I leveled my head up above his cock and opened my mouth wide. But, instead of taking him in, I let some spittle fall on his cockhead and began working it all over with just my palm.

"Oh man!" He couldn't manage anything else I assumed.

"My dear, no I am all woman." I made a fist around his hard and wet cock and slid it down to the thick base. "Do I have to keep correcting you young man?" 

"No Ms. Matthews!" He clenched his teeth and drew another whistling breath. "Oh Ree, that feels so good!" 

Once again I brought my head to linger over the head of his cock, looking down on it. This time, I kissed it from the head on down the shaft and back up to the pre-cum drooling over the head.

"Oh damn, yes!" His breathing instantly became quick and deep. 

It turned me on so having my way with him. When I shifted my position in front of him there on the kitchen floor I realized the seam of my shorts pressed right into my moist sex lips and up snug against my clitty. I closed my eyes and savored the exquisite feeling for a brief moment. 

I was so hot!

But I had work to do...

Taking a deep breath of my own I grabbed the base of his cock tightly with one hand and brought my mouth fully down over his crown. I was so hungry for his lovely cock. The wet sucking noises and both our moaning echoed throughout the kitchen.

"You're so sexy baby!" He called out.

I stopped to lick my lips. "You like it when I suck you?" 

"Oh yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Ms. Mathews, I love when you suck me." He strained to say that out loud as he gently hunched his hips to get back into my mouth.

But I wouldn't let him.

"What?" His eyes opened wide. "Don't stop now!"

I stood up and straddled his cock instead, rubbing it against the crotch of my denim shorts. "You love when I suck this cock, huh? This gorgeously hard cock, huh lover?" 

"Oh yeah, that's the one." He moaned and hunched into me again, his swollen cockhead rubbed determinedly against my damp shorts. He made them even damper with his usual excessive amount of pre-cum smearing across them. 

"You want me to sit on him, dear?" I asked as I rubbed him across the front seam of my shorts which nearly caused the sensations on my clitty to have me scream out loud. But I choked back the cry and looked him right in the eyes awaiting his response.

"Oh damn, do I ever!" He thrust his hips in earnest, humping my crotch, that huge cock snug up against my very damp cunty.

I jumped off his lap and took a couple steps back from him. 

"Not again!" He groaned roughly.  

I would say he really did look like a pouting little boy at that point, but seeing his very long, very hard, very manly cock hovering above his taut stomach, there was no way he could be called a 'boy'. 

Just looking at that ever-ready cock I was so sure I would cream my jean shorts any second! 

I stood there a couple feet away from him, not saying a word, but letting him study me as I leaned back against the sink, my smallish breasts thrust out at him trying to make them at least appear a little bigger. I tried not to breathe heavily to avoid him knowing just how equally turned on I was. 

Yes, I knew I was being a very devilish cock tease. But it was working as that cock of his was truly teased to its full length and girth. I so loved my hung young lover! 

"Alright Ms. Mathews, get back over here." He gave me a very lecherous grin as he tried to sound powerful. 

I knew I was in for a healthy dose of vigorous sex then! 

"Alright, Mr. Cocky," I said in that new found low husky voice of mine, "What do you have in mind, sir?"

"First, come over here and give me a big kiss." He said sprawled back in the kitchen chair, his legs wide sporting that sturdy erection standing tall above the thick, black, curly hair protruding out of his pants. I grinned wider as he proceeded to reach down and smoothly stroke his hard cock with his left hand and pointed to the floor in front of him with his right. 

I fluttered my eyelashes and licked my lips very slowly, before I traipsed back over and knelt between his feet, my face level with his swollen cockhead. My lips were only a couple inches from it and I knew he could feel my hot breath waft over him. I stared right at his shaft watching it throb until another tiny drop of glistening moisture appeared in the little hole on top. 

"Oh Ree!"

"You are rock hard," I kissed the tip again. "I always love knowing I have this effect on you." In my hands was the most beautiful cock ever. I stared at it with pure lust in my heart and body. Then I looked up into my lover's face to see him looking at me with pure lust in his own eyes. 

"Mmmm, I can't help but have this reaction around you," he reached out his hand and it through my hair and then along my cheek.

I chuckled quietly and leaned back on my haunches before I looked straight up into his eyes, "Well, Mr. Cocky, are you going to shoot your hot load into my hot little mouth already?" Then haughtily I gripped his thick shaft with one hand while I slid the other along his thigh and into the coarse hair sprouting from his pants, until my fingers slipped inside to tickle his balls. Teasingly, I kissed his shiny crown, the sticky pre-cum smearing across my lips.

"Oh Ree! Yes, do more of that. I like that...oh!"

I looked up at him over my glasses as I kissed his cockhead and stroked him up and down a couple more times. "You're talking too much. Just close your eyes and prepare to get one of the hottest blowjobs of your life." I lowered my head and ran my tongue around his swollen cockhead. It was time for the teasing to be over so I went right to what I know he loves. I slicked up the underside of his manly cock, up the hilt to the tip then abruptly I plunged back part way down his thick shaft filling my mouth with my man. He held my face in his palms as I looked up into his eyes and let him see the upper half of his very long, very stiff shaft disappear in and out of my mouth. 




Reese and David: Domestic Bliss



We stared hard into one another's eyes. I grew more turned on myself just watching him watching me so closely.

My lips squeezed around his firm thick girth each time I took him in. I pulled on him with as much suction as I could bring to my joyful work. My hands roamed, caressing his taut flat stomach and on up under his shirt to his nipples which I had learned early on got very sensitive the more turned on he got. I sucked him in harder, feeling his swollen cockhead probe my mouth over and over again. I knew it was pleasing him hearing his manly noises and feeling him gently thrust himself between my lips, but it was such an excellent turn on for me too and I wanted more. But another thing I'd learned early on with my young lover was that although my lips could expand to accommodate his extra girth I could only take so much of him to my throat. His cockhead already tapped the entrance to my throat and that was about as far as I could ever take him. It didn't stop me from trying again though and I held his hips in check as I tried to ease him in a little further, a little ways down my throat. I actually worked him in maybe another inch and felt his head swell until I thought sure he was going to jam himself down there permanently. But when I looked up and saw his eyes rolled toward the ceiling I knew I was pleasing him beyond anything I'd ever done before. I had taken him in as deeply as I could. I had finally gotten enough of his nine and a half inches swallowed to the point his bushy pubes tickled my nose. 

But I had to back off or risk gagging. I felt him thicken and pulsate right against my tongue as I slid back off him. I knew he was close so I continued to suck while looking up lovingly at him over my glasses.

"Damn! That felt good...feels so good." He said as he eased back in the chair and looked down at me. "I'm so ready to cum!" He called out and started to stroke his lower few inches as I lavished attention all over the head with gentle licks and warm, wet sucks. 

I could feel he was finally at the point of no return. 

And so he was...

Without a verbal warning or his normal grunting expulsions, David let loose with an overly explosive ejaculation. I wanted to take his release in my open mouth, but before I could the first hot jet shot out and splashed across one lens of my glasses. Then another splattered against my cheek underneath. I quickly extended my tongue which acted as a softer landing pad for his subsequent cumshots and drank him in. Streak after streak of white flew from his cock tip and into my mouth. It came so fast and heavy I had no real time to swallow it all, but as I tried with my mouth closed one last jet of cum violently splattered right across the tip of my nose. I swear it was like wet snowflakes showering my face, only these were nearly hot as the sticky droplets splashed against my skin. My entire face was soon covered in streaks, drips and dots of David's intense release. Squeezing his manhood, I savored every last sweet drop of his man-cum and rubbed his cockhead over my already cummy lips. 

I coyly looked up at him knowing I'd made him feel very good. I sat still for a moment, cleared my throat, breathing heavily myself as his cum dripped off glasses, cheeks and chin down onto my bare chest. 

"Even covered in my cum...you are....so very...beautiful. Everything about you...is so...beautiful." David said as he breathed heavily.

I took off my messy glasses and looked up at my lover. I felt myself falling in love with David all over again. "I would do anything for you, my dear. I love you so."

He smiled at me and my words and helped me stand up. Then he grasped my body in his strong arms, lifted me off my feet and kissed me. "I would do anything for you, too, my love." He held me up there with his cum now smeared on his lips and cheeks. 

That was so erotic and so...oh my...incredibly made me need him! 

I dropped my hand between my legs and felt the moist heat coming through the denim. I fondled the lips of my very wet cunty through my shorts, cooed blissfully and again looked at my young lover longingly, "I think I need some relief now, baby."

"I'm here for you, Ree." He said putting me down.

Acting so innocent and demure I slowly unbuttoned and slid my damp denim shorts down to the floor. I could feel the wetness on my toes as I stepped out of them. 

I heard David assume a quick intake of breath. 

Provocatively, I grinned, raised my arms and did a twirl. "Do you like what you see now, Mr. Cocky?" 

His voice was thick with lust. "Yes, I do, Ma'am."

"Ooo..." The rush of cool air over my cunty lips and on my bare butt made my whole body tingle anew in anticipation. Before I could say another word, David had me in his arms again, and he lifted my naked body up onto the kitchen counter.

"Spread those long lovely legs for me, my dear." He bade me. "I have work to do now. Very pleasurable work I should say."

I did as he asked. I always did when it came to our love making. He knew better than any lover I had had in my forty-two years how to make me feel really good...beyond good! 

"So beautiful, so lovely," he said as he looked right down at my hot, wet cunty. I had shaved down there the night before and my traditional thin landing strip was there for him, so were my very pink, very open sex lips. I knew I was so hot and wet that I was very open and exposed for him, for whatever he wanted to put there.

I didn't have to wait long to find out what...   

His finger traced around my moist lips before gently opening them wider with two long, thick fingers. I felt so sexy, even if I was in my kitchen as those two digits slid inside me, all the way in. 

"Damn, you really are wet."

"You make me this way, lover." My whole nude body trembled already anticipating a very intense orgasm. "I need to cum so badly, please!" I pleaded.

"Yes, you do, very badly." That patented grin and raised eyebrow looked at me as he slowly knelt on the floor in front of me and the counter. He raised one of my legs and draped it over his broad shoulder. 

At that point, I was tingling so and the wetness between my thighs seemed to be dripping from me so onto the granite countertop. The sensations running through my body threatened to overwhelm me. I swear my clitty was vibrating out from my body in total anticipation of his touch as I held my breath and he came closer and closer to touching it. When I looked down I found he had extended that talented tongue of his to reach out for my little love bead.

I held my breath and held my breath...  

Then he suddenly withdrew his tongue. Instead he licked all around the edges of my nearly bare sex. 

"Oh, damn you! Don't do this to me. Do my clitty, David. Please!" 

He smiled broadly down between my legs and even winked devilishly up at me. I swatted him playfully across the top of his head then pulled him closer to my cunty. He didn't disappoint me this time as he slid that thick tongue back toward my enlarged clitty and the pointed pink tip flicked at it. The deep breath I had just taken was immediately stolen back away! My hips twitched and my butt squirmed on the cool granite while my hands pulled firmly on his head, urging him to do more. 

David slowly slid one finger back inside me as he pressed the flat of his tongue against my clitty. I almost jumped off the entire counter at the combined sensation of my sensitive bead and the sweet spot up inside me being simultaneously stimulated. He always knew exactly what to do to drive me wild. He licked and licked as he slid another finger into me and I tightened around them both. He looked up at me and I could just see the upturned corners of his mouth. I knew he had a broad grin of triumph on his face as his tongue flicked at my clitty just a little bit faster pleasing me to no end. I pulled at his hair as I crossed my legs over his shoulders and pressed my heels into his back. I could feel the quivering in my thighs as I squeezed his head between them. "Ah...that's so...uh, yes, nice...don't stop, baby, let me have...let me...oh, let me cum...yes!"

This talented young man really had learned what I like and as if on cue his mouth became a little vacuum for my tiny pink pearl, sucking on it hard, pulling it deeper between his lips. My fingers dug deeper into his scalp, my thighs squeezing his head tighter and tighter. My own head fell backward against the cabinet with my eyes squeezed shut awaiting the impending ecstasy.  

"That's it, don't stop; suck, baby, suck it. I'm...so...getting...so close...Ohhhh!" I let out a loud gravelly moan as my orgasm hit me full force all at once and not in the usual wave. I rode his face and his tongue, humping into him over and over. My thighs squeezed tight, my butt up off the countertop as I held my breath and the totality of the ecstasy enveloped me.  

"Oh, Dav..., oh yes! Oh my, yesssss..." His tongue dove into my cunty as I slammed it against his face in fast jabs, making love to that other long, pink love tool of his. My pounding and his probing brought on another quick orgasm, even sweeter than the last. It happened so quickly, so forcefully it totally surprised me and I literally lost all control of my body as I had never done before. 

"Oh, yes...oh...oh...oh yes, baby...oh...ahhhhh!" I screamed out and pressed my body and my cunty hard back into his face and screamed. "Yesssss...!" 

He held me there, not giving me any relief as my climax finally crested and the last sweet orgasm tore through me. I moaned and whimpered as he got to his feet and leaned over to kiss me. His face was additionally wet and sticky now from my hot cunty. I savored the taste as he plunged his tongue, that was seconds ago deep in my cunty, now fully into my mouth. It was so messy, he was so messy, but when my lover finally leaned back with that adorable grin on his face I knew I wanted more of him. As it turned out he wanted more, too...but what was new about that? 

His youthful erection was back with a vengeance!

I felt it bob against my thigh as he stood over me. My David never seemed to tire, never seemed to fail to satisfy me even beyond when I thought I should be fully satisfied already.  

"What do you have in mind now?" I purred up to him. 

David returned that cute sexy broad smile again and up went that eyebrow. He then turned to gaze toward the ironing board. 

"What?" I alternated looking at him and over at the tool of one of my dreaded household chores.

David lifted me off the counter, then turned me around and gently guided me over to the narrow end of the board.  

"We're just getting started, my lady. Now, bend over the end of the ironing board, up on your tip toes and spread your legs."

Without a moment's hesitation, knowing my lover was going to treat me very well again, I placed my feet just as he'd told me to do and then laid my arms out across the ironing board. Smirking at having guessed his plan, I moved into the proper position, bracing myself with my bared bottom pushed high and my toes pressed firmly into the carpet. 

"By the way you might need to keep a good grip!" He said as he eased up behind me, his ever-ready cock leading the way as it slipped between my thighs.

Well, if he wanted to ride me like this, I was going to let him really enjoy himself. The deliciously naughty thought made me shiver and my cunty moistened even more. "Get on with it, you kinky stud!" I wiggled and shimmied my backside out at him as I blew him a kiss over my shoulder. 

David eased up against me pushing my hips forward. The blunt end of the ironing board bumped into my utterly soaked sex and I couldn't help but to push harder into it myself. Between my thick, moist labia, I could feel the pressure against my hooded clitty and although I had just had two incredible cums I wanted more. 

David made me want more!  

Desperately, I pushed my backside as high as it would go, forcing my toes still deeper into the plush carpet. Then he was leaning over me, pressing my shoulders down to the board with his hands on my butt and back as he eased his swollen cock head between my wet sex lips and in one smooth stroke he thrust nearly all the way in. His unexpected sharp thrust pressed my hips hard into the ironing board, shaking it, which caused the hot iron still sitting at the other end to rock forward and fall right in front of my face. The searing, metal point of the small appliance slid up close to my cheek. The sudden thought of pain made me jerk my head back, but the force of my lover's groin pressed into mine, thrusting that thick cock deep into me, left me prone and unable to move. I stared at the hot iron only inches from my face but all I could think of at that moment was the pleasure emanating between us. I settled in as he rode me earnestly, my ass cheeks being smacked loudly by his pelvis. The angle of my body allowed him to penetrate as deeply as ever inside my eagerly wet cunty, in turn I squeezed his thick shaft each time he was buried to the hilt.

Damn he felt so good! 

David was very intent on giving me everything he had. He rammed his long hard cock ever faster and harder into my sloppy wet cunty. 

"Do...it...uh...baby!" I called out urging him on even more, my cheek pressed down to the fabric of the ironing board cover as it rocked and vibrated under me. 

David obliged my request, grabbing my hips in one hand and reaching up to tug on my ponytail with the other giving me ever shorter, harder strokes. The less than gentle pull on my hair didn't hurt, but it did cause me to lift my head and come face to hot metal with that iron again. Luckily for me the iron slid away from my face, in all the forceful banging of our bodies against the board. 

"Oh baby, please...yes!" 

His incredible thrusts made the contact of my raised and swollen clitty against the nub of the ironing board so thrilling that my breath came in faster and raspier gasps. 

"Oh...David, yes...do it baby...do it...cum in me!" I quivered and arched my back, pressing my butt cheeks fully against him. 

"Oh yes. Ree!" David bellowed behind me as he gave a mighty thrust of his manhood and pulled taut on my ponytail. "I'm gonna cum again! I'm gonna...uhhh...cum!" 

Then I abruptly felt his thick cock leave my body and his hand leave my hair. 

I quickly looked back over my shoulder, with squinted eyes coming down my latest climax, and saw him stroking his very stiff, very wet manhood. His body tensed and he gritted his teeth as the first stream of cum shot out of his long cock and halfway up my back. 

"Oh, David!" I squealed both at the wonderfully erotic sight and at the heat of his man-cum as it splashed against my skin.  

"Oh Ree...Ree, arghhhh...!" He grunted ever so loudly. 

The second cumshot flew into my hair, making me flinch and yell out. "Oh yes! Do it baby!"

I lost my grip on the ironing board and fell forward across it as the jets of his hot cum continued to splash up across my back. Before long I could feel much of the last of it pool in the small of my back and drip down through the crack of my quivering ass cheeks. 

David staggered back a couple of steps, breathing ragged and hard.

"Look at me, all covered in your mess." I still panted myself, licking my lips as I looked back at him through still dazed, half-closed eyes.

"I'll, uh, shoo...take full responsibility." His lack of breath didn't stop him from bending down to kiss my left butt cheek still upturned for him. Then he rose back up with a contented grin on his face along with a little of his man-cum on his cheeks.

"You know, I think you need to clean up your mess, young man." I said, looking back over my shoulder as I rested my elbows on the board.

"Oh yes ma'am, don't mind if I do!" He lowered back down and ran his loving tongue along one of the longer whitish streaks of his sticky cum on my warm bare skin.

He brought out a smile from me. "You're so incredible, baby, and I love you so much." 

"I know, and I love you, too." My man said, before he went back to licking up his mess and me.

Just so you know, I did get to finish the ironing chore. By the way, the hot iron left a nice burn stain in the board cover while my stud of a lover had pounded me incessantly over it. 

I did get taken to a nice dinner, too. 

Afterward we came home for 'dessert' and I enjoyed every drop he offered and I'm pretty sure he loved his hot dessert, too.

(...be looking for the next and concluding installment of 'Reese and David', where the two lovers consummate their commitment for their bliss filled futures.) 



Reese and David: Golf Lovers



David moved into my condo five weeks ago a week after his college commencement ceremony. He got to walk across the stage that day, but he didn't receive his 'sheepskin', as he had to finish one last required class for his degree. So he had to take a summer school class. When he moved he had no furniture to bring from his old dorm room. His largest items were his free weights set, a stereo and a television. He really didn't have all that many clothes so it was easy for him to take over the closet in the guest room. 

But he never spent a night in that room. He slept every night with me in my queen-sized bed in the master bedroom. 

David had offered to pay me rent several times. I would just smile and said he could once he finished his last course and got a real job. Then he teasingly turned that back on me by calling me his 'Sugar Momma' and that if he did start paying me he'd be paying for my 'services'. Instead of being insulted it only made our relationship more exciting. I was jokingly his 'lady of the night' of the now.

Of course the financial conversation usually took place on a Sunday morning as he pulled a sizable wad of cash out of his pants. "Its not like I don't get paid a good bit now." He'd say as he'd hold up the bills, some of them hundred dollar bills and purposely flaunt them in front of me. "I still can't believe women pay me just to take my clothes off and gyrate in front of them."

Women not only paid him, but they paid him very well. He was still dancing as personal male entertainment a job had started a few months ago to help pay part of his tuition and other expenses. He had become well sought after for select women-only parties. It was very discreet and he was managed by an agency that was careful to provide no names and kept out of the mainstream social scene. Some days though he made me think he should forget about getting a so called '9 to 5' job once he actually was out of school. He sometimes could work a weekend of 1-2 hour sessions and make more than most people his age would earn in a week.

Yes, I felt jealous on occasion. But the thong he wore under any outfit never came off at those parties. I trusted him. Now I wasn't a fool. I know that monster of a manhood of his didn't avoid all stimulation and partially rose to the occasion under than thin strip of cloth, enough to make the women hunger for more, and hand him more cash at the end of the night. But I knew he brought that manhood home to 'me' every night. I was the one he made love to. I knew I was the woman the others were to be jealous of. 

I still could not believe it sometimes. But every morning when I woke up with a huge smile on my face after a long night of lovemaking and seeing my naked young lover lying next to me, I knew it was real. 

David had changed my life.

From that first memorable handjob I gave him at Jenna Copeland's lingerie party a couple of months ago, where he was the evening entertainment, to bringing him to my bed for our first frantic romp that night, little did we know where it would lead. Soon we were living together. We had the greatest time together, on all levels...and yes, the sex was the hottest I had experienced in my entire life. He had gone from a weekend fantasy to being a relationship of such complete compatibility.

So David and I had been together for sometime now, but I had to admit for the first couple of weeks of being with David I had a drug addict's withdrawals for the taste and pleasure of another woman. It was not hard to understand, since I had solely been with women for the last three years. I had been with just the one, MacKenzie, for the last eight months before David had come along. In fact, I found the desire for a woman so strong one night in my dreams, a few weeks ago, that I escaped to the guest room to bring myself off sobbing into my clenched hand. 

And that was that. The urge had been satisfied. 

Now I was so totally focused on the man in my life. David Smalley. 

It was nearing David's birthday, he would be twenty-two, and I wanted to surprise him with a sexy gift. Racking my brain for just the right thing, a naughty seed of an idea finally came to me at midweek. I had learned early in our relationship David was intensely competitive when it came to sports. He had been a wrestler since middle school. I don't know how many matches he'd won in his time, but he did have a lot of medals and trophies to show for it. That was one whole box of stuff he'd carried over from his dorm. He was an athlete and it was not in his nature to play soft, much like his intensity when he made love to me, he was a mad man, but always very focused. So I thought of a way to combine his sporting enthusiasm and our mutual enthusiasm for pleasing one another. I planned a sexy round of golf.

I myself played golf only intermittently during most of the year. However, since as a teacher I had summers off, I would play at least twice a week. I played in at least one league during the week and a few of the girls usually met on weather-friendly Saturday mornings when we were off traveling on vacations or such. I knew David played as I'd seen the set of clubs amongst his college possessions. David and I had not played a round together as yet surprisingly what with his class during the week and his working Friday and Saturday's. I decided for his birthday on Monday we'd finally play together. But before this round I needed to get a new golf outfit. I had to, to better play into the other half of my intentions, getting him so hot on the course he'd have to make love to me and with all that extraordinary competitiveness he'd want to strive for a hole-in-one with me.  

Shopping for my golf outfit was fun. I had to find just the right combination of sexiness and comfort to tease him and still play a competitive round of golf. After hitting the mall and every store there, I ended up at the local golf outlet and tried on six outfits before I found just the right one. I purchased a short white skirt to set off my long tanned legs and a bright thin cotton yellow blouse just tight enough to highlight my smaller assets but not too tight to restrict my golf swing. The most fun was heading back to the mall to find just the right underwear to go with the outfit. I must have looked through a hundred pairs of panties before my fingers fondled the thinnest and skimpiest pair of white cotton undies I had every seen or felt. They weren't quite a thong, but still less than a French-cut brief. I made this last purchase and drove home with a wide smile on my moist red lips. But they were not as moist as the lips down between my legs by then. 

***** 

As Monday approached, my excitement had mounted to the point I could think of little else. I was in a state of almost permanent arousal. I got up that morning and went to pee, leaving my young lover in bed. When I came back I saw him laying there with his eyes watching me. 

"Did you have a good night's sleep?" I asked. 

"I did," he said, "and had a very nice dream, too." 

"Was I in it?" 

"Uh-huh. It was actually you and me out playing golf." 

"It was?" I went to my dresser trying to be nonchalant about this coincidence. I looked at his reflection in the mirror. He smiled at me as he rose up on his elbow and continued to stare at me. "We were playing golf huh? We've never played together? Do you want to play with me? Think you can compete with me?" I almost choked with the confidence. 

"Sure, and I think I can hold my own. I've been playing since I was fourteen."

"Actually," I smiled and lay back down on the bed next to him, "I made a tee time for us today. Its part of my birthday present to you." I stroked his stomach through the sheet. 

"I guess we better get going then. We have just over two hours before we tee off." David said with a contemplative look then he busted out in a childish grin. "Okay, I have to be honest. I saw your clubs sitting in the closet and as I was admiring that cool putter of yours I saw the paper propped on the side of your bag with tee time." 

"Why you!" I grunted initially in real disgust, but then when I saw his manhood stirring under the covers I thought better of it. "I assume your putter is ready for a round today?" My fingers circled down the sheet until they were over his growing member. He quivered under my fingertips as I grabbed him full in my hand. "But, I suppose you are looking for an early hole in one." I teased.

"You read my mind." He grabbed me and rolled over on top of my naked body. 

Over an hour later we were showered, dressed and on the way to the golf course.



*****

David wanted to hit a small bucket of balls before we went out on the course, so we went off to the driving range. I watched as David did some stretching exercises first. My boyfriend looked perfectly handsome in an open collar golf shirt and khaki shorts. When he bent over to do some back and leg stretches I got the most wonderful view of his scrumptious butt. His khaki shorts weren't tight, but when he bent over like that you could easily make out the taut muscles in his backside. He looked so yummy. Part of me wanted to stop right there and head back home to bed with him. I closed my eyes and remembered his taking my warm body with his this morning. It was so pleasant and passionate. And yet that was only breakfast, I told myself as I opened my eyes. I still had plans for lunch, dinner and dessert...and I didn't necessarily mean food.  

David had started hitting golf balls by now. He started with his four iron. I could tell he was a pretty good golfer. The first few balls went mostly long and true. He took a few more strokes with that iron and then went back to his bag and took out his driver. His first shot easily carried 250 yards. He got straighter and longer from there. 

He could hit a pretty good ball after all. 

"You going to hit a few or just stand there ogling me?" David asked as he lined up and took a swing at that poor little white dimpled golf ball. He smacked it hard and it went on out past the 250 marker once again.

"I'm not ogling you, I'm studying your swing." I lied, as I watched him stand up straight on the tee box and I scanned down his frame. "When I start beating you after a few holes, I want to be able to give you a few pointers to help out."

"See anything so far?" He grinned, leaning on his driver.

"I'm still studying." I grinned back as I very obviously eyed his shorts and tried to picture that special club he had under them. 

I just bit my lip and set up to work on my half bucket of driving range balls.

*****

By going out on a Monday and at mid-morning we didn't have a lot of other golfers to deal with. We rode our golf cart right out to the first tee and we fund one in the fairway ahead of us. I didn't see any one coming up behind us right away either. I was pleased with the situation, thinking ahead to my sexy plan for David on the course today.

I walked up behind my man as he stood behind the cart pulling the head cover off his driver. I gave his butt a pinch through his khaki shorts. "Good luck lover."

"Don't think I'll need it, but I'll take it anyway." He responded.

Cocky, he was a confident and cocky athlete. David was also a dream. I'd been dreaming for weeks now and did not want to wake up. He was my life's dream.

I went up onto the elevated tee box placed my pink ball on a pink wooden tee and stepped back with my metal wood in hand. "You know I'm getting pretty good at this game. I've learned to concentrate on the ball even better this season." With that I stood and addressed my golf ball. But as I did a pesky fly buzzed by my face and I reached up with my gloved hand to swat it away. When I did my club face tapped my pink golf ball just enough to knock it off its tee.

"One stroke!" David called out. I looked up at him and saw he had his hand over his mouth chuckling.

"Okay, I see how this is going to be. Not so confident you can beat an old lady, huh? Have to play by the strictest of rules."

"Well you did address the ball. Those are USGA rules." He was still smiling and chuckling. "I'm just kidding."

"No. No, I know how competitive you can be. I'm not going to beat you and then you come back at me later and say I cheated. You can have that stroke. I'll show you."

With that I bent down to put my ball back on the tee. Kneeling there I let my short skirt pull up tight over my thighs. I was hoping he could see most of the way up under my skirt. At worst my tanned thighs would distract him and best he'd get a glimpse of my new underwear and get him excited even more. I just knew this view would have to distract him in some way, but I also knew I was just getting started.

"I do like your golf outfit." He commented. So he'd noticed. I took my stance, feet shoulder width apart. "Besides being a very smart woman you can often be a very good tease, too. It's not going to be easy keeping my mind on golf today." It was working.

"Hmm, I wonder what you are really thinking about," I commented thoughtfully as I ran my fingertips suggestively down along the handle of my golf club, "as you stare at my bottom." I addressed the ball again and wiggled my hips as I got back into position. Just before my back swing, I glanced back and saw I had his full attention. "Somehow, I don't think your mind is going to be so much on golf today."

With that I looked back down on my teed up ball, wriggled my body back into position and this time brought the club back smoothly. I wound up and let loose with a big swing that sent that little pink dimpled ball into the air, straight down the fairway.

I bent to retrieve my tee and just coincidentally a gusty breeze blew up my skirt. I looked back at my lover and saw him looking at my exposed bottom. 

"You may want to be more careful with that short skirt of yours." He said talking more to my backside. "Bending over like that gives me and everyone else close by a nice look at that thin pair of underwear of yours."

I stood up straight and looked David in the eye and smiled. "What underwear?"

"What? I know I saw something besides bare skin under that short skirt of yours." David stood there with his mouth hanging open now.

"How do you know I'm wearing anything at all? I may have a bit of an exhibitionist in me, just like you my sexy male dancer boyfriend."

...and so it went with David knowing I was up to something already. Through the first three holes he managed to keep his focus on his game no matter the intensity of my flirting and he played decent bogey golf. However, as we disembarked our cart and strode up together to the raised fourth tee, I knew it was time to kick up the mischief.

"I guess I must be bruising your big ego about now young sports man. Your lady friend is beating you by two strokes already." 

"Just get up and drive that silly looking pink ball. You have the honors for the fourth hole in a row." He shook his head in disgust at being behind.

"I would hope losing to a woman wouldn't bruise that ego too much." I looked at him, smiled, and generously licked my lips as I bent down to tee up my ball. The way I bent over this time I knew provided a distracting view of my skirt raising up and exposing another generous view of tanned thigh. "I just learned this new grip only a couple of months ago in a lesson from the club professional," I said as I ran my fingertips down the shaft of my driver and back up to adjust my grip. I stopped and looked to the back of the tee box at my lover. "A good grip makes a big difference." I proceeded to glance down toward his crotch. 

Then I raised my gaze. The look on his face told me it was if I was squeezing him down there. 

"Come on, stop that! We're here to play golf." He returned. 

I chuckled. "I am. And I'm enjoying beating you by two strokes." With that I wiggled into my stance and let loose with another fantastic drive. I was even impressing myself today; flirting as hard as I was playing golf and being pretty successful at both. 

After I bent down to retrieve my tee I walked over beside him and leaned on my driver. He was still shaking his head looking down the fairway at my ball. I bumped my hip into his, "Bet you could use a couple of good strokes right now couldn't you?"

"You are such a tease today!"

"Well, it is your birthday. I wanted to give you something special to remember on your twenty-second. Just relax and keep your mind on your balls, oh, I mean your ball. Oops, your golf ball of course." I put my fingertip between my teeth and gave him the most fake innocent look ever. "I suppose you should hit the ball now. We are still a good hole or more ahead of that foursome behind us," I said, breaking him out of his obvious trance, "but if we play around they'll catch up quick."

He shook his head some, but assertively walked up the tee box, put his little wooden tee in the ground and balanced his manly white ball atop it. He didn't look back at me, just addressed his ball and hit the ball with all the strength he had. 

It was the longest drive of the day so far.

Only one problem with it...he shanked it into a thick stand of trees on the left. 

"Oh my. I guess your mind was totally on that swing." I held back a chuckle.

"Get in the cart, Ms. Mathews." He wasn't pleased all of a sudden. I may have gone a bit too far. I was quiet as we rode down the left side of the fairway. 

But David did recover well and we both made it on to the green in three shots. He was on the far side of the sloped green and looked his putt over. He looked and looked studying it like crazy. Finally he stepped up to his ball with his expensive Ping putter. As I walked by him, I said in a very low, sexy voice, "How about a little incentive here? You make this putt and I'll give you a blow job somewhere before the 18th hole." 

I swear I could see the shudder in his body as he looked up at me. "You're kidding, right?" 

I didn't say a thing but instead gave a shrug of my shoulders and a nod of my head as I bit my lower lip.

"Really? You are kidding?"

"Only one way to find out".

"I don't know if your kidding or not, but I certainly intend to take the dare." David bent back over his ball and went back to checking the line of his putt. It was a good thirty feet at least, up hill, and with at least one break toward the pond, at least from what I could see. 

He stood over his ball, adjusted his stance three times instead of twice which was his normal routine. He held his breath which I also never saw him do before a putt and then stroked the ball. It went up the slope, took the break toward the water as I'd read, rode the grain and headed straight for the cup. I wondered if his heart was beating as fast as mine as the ball rolled slower, still aimed for the dead center of the hole. In those next few seconds I could feel my white cotton undies grow a slight bit damper as I knew David was on the verge of meeting my dare. The ball rolled slower and slower, three feet to go. The cup had to have loomed bigger and bigger in David's masculine mind as it edged closer. I wondered if something else was also growing bigger. 

Then suddenly with just inches to go his dimpled white ball hit an obvious impediment and ticked slightly left. I watched as the ball slowly rolled to the edge of the hole and made one more full revolution as it rode the lip. I could feel my chest deflate as I had not realized I had been holding my breath. The ball traveled halfway round the cup and hung on just at the last second.

"Oh my, I guess little David doesn't get a nice tongue bath on the course today. Too bad!" I teased as I walked over to address my own ball.

"Look at that ball just hanging there. A tiny tuft of grass between me and a little afternoon delight." He practically grunted more than said as he walked over to tap his ball in.




Reese and David: Golf Lovers



"Mmmm, now who's talking sexy?" I shot back.

Just as I finished my wise crack I looked over at his ball again. It was like slow motion as the little white dimples moved just slightly. Then with a slight momentum, his Titleist fell over that tiny precipice and headed for the bottom of the cup. 

"I just love the sweet rattle of the ball into that hard plastic cup." He said as he walked up and bent down to retrieve his ball.    

"I don't believe it." I stood there with putter in hand, staring at him. 

"It's perfectly legal. Check the rule book. I'm allowed time for it to fall in just like it did." He walked up to the cup reached in and pulled the ball out between two fingers and tossed it up in the air. As he snatched it back he glared at me. "Okay, pay up."

"Right here in the middle of the green, huh?" I walked toward him with confidence ready to reach out for him.

He quickly went defensive. "You really are a crazy woman today. No, not here on the green. I can wait."

I looked down the front of his khakis and saw his body was more eager than his words. "I think your little friend there is telling me something else."

"Come on let's get to the next tee. I'll take an I.O.U." 

"Suit yourself. I'm willing and ready to make good on my promise." I sashayed past him ensuring my little skirt bobbed left and right in just enough of an exaggerated fashion as to tease his problem just that much more.



We both got in the cart and he pushed down the accelerator a little harder than normal. It almost made me tumble out. Then when he got to the tee box and braked too hard I thought I'd fly through the plexiglass windshield.

"Hey big boy, feeling frustrated? Taking it out on the cart?" I teased. 

"No, I'm fine." He got out and walked away. "I have to pee. You go ahead and hit, I'll be right back." He said and walked off toward the little out building amongst the trees.

As I watched his delicious backside walk away from me, I felt deserted, but for the second or maybe tenth time that day another naughty idea popped into my head.

"Yea I think I need to go, too." I scooted over into the driver's seat and ran the cart passed him and stopped in front of the little brick building that served as a place for restrooms. 

"I'll race you!" I called out and headed toward the ladies room door.

He responded accordingly and ran on into the men's side. Only he didn't know I was turning right around and following him in.  

Before he knew what was happening I slapped him on the butt and reached on around to the front of his shorts. He about fell into the sink as he tried to turn around. 

"What the he..." He didn't utter another word as I grabbed his neck and pulled him down to me. I parted my lips and the tip of my tongue traced around his lips. They parted too and my tongue quickly found his. He relented too easily and swirled his around mine, drawing it into his mouth, sucking it gently. As we sucked face I unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts then pushed them down over his hips. I pushed up closer and rubbed my upper thigh against him. I could feel him harden before me. Fishing blindly into the fly of the boxers I struggled to pull that growing rod out. When I finally was successful, that huge penis took full advantage of being set free and it grew to its full length in seconds in my hand. It throbbed hotly as I closed my fingers around it. I stroked it lightly as I heard and felt him moan into my mouth. I gripped it hard and pulled on it. I found myself smearing his amazingly generous pre-come on my palms and fingers.

"W...what are you going to do?" I heard David's choking question as I stroked his stiffening erection.

"I told you, darling. I was going to suck your beautiful big manhood before the eighteenth hole," I breathed hard and let my tongue slip out to moisten my lips. "You don't want me to do this?"

"No, I mean yes, but...well, I don't know if we should be doing it here." He said looking down watching wide-eyed as I hovered above his engorged penis.

"Would you rather go do it on the tee?" I said, but didn't wait for an answer and knelt down in front of him. Then with my lips right above his penis, I stuck my tongue out again, darting out this time to touch his swollen tip.

"Uhhh!" he grunted. David's head was back against the bathroom mirror, his eyes closed and his mouth open. I watched the head in front of my face as it throbbed for a second, then settled, and aimed directly at my drooling mouth. I teased the underside of his balls with my fingertips. 

I pointed my tongue and with a stiff flick slowly pressed into that growing little pool of clear moisture. I could hear him suck in a deep breath and felt the rest of his body stiffen as I lingered and lapped at the tiny hole. His hips lurched forward and the point of my tongue stabbed wetly into that tiny slit. 

Again he whimpered.

I finally brought my whole mouth down and engulfed him in one full motion. I increased my wild mouthing of his rod, letting my tongue ream the crown and swallowed his beautiful mushroomed head, my nails continued to run under his balls. My mouth ground down harder on his throbbing shaft as his fingers splayed on the back of my head twisting my hair. Suddenly, David's hips jerked forward, and his lust-engorged penis rammed deeper into my mouth. I depressed my tongue and let him fill my cheeks with his pulsing hardness. He held my face between his hands, the panting of his ragged breathing coming shorter. His instinctive thrusting nearly caused his long hard sex to travel too far and nearly made me gag. I could see as well as feel I had more of his length disappear between my lips than I ever had but still he had more to feed me.

I breathed through my nose but still gasped for air as he thrust himself in and out of my mouth four or five more times. 

And then ... all at once, I felt the eruption take place, feeling the first stream of white-hot liquid leap from his penis. He inhaled hard above me as he began a short staccato jerking as he flowed into my madly sucking mouth. It was so hot feeling him flood my mouth. Thick flows of his boiling semen streamed from the swollen end and the immediate volume caused my nostrils to flare out in an opposite reaction. I closed my eyes and tried to keep from choking as I also tried to enjoy his sex still ramming through my tight lips. With his hands clenched and nearly pulling my hair now he pulled himself free of my mouth but with one hand continued to jerk himself off for another three or four fist strokes, having enough left to cum on my face and neck. 

I stood up and using my finger wiped the few drops of cum that lingered on my lips and chin, then put in my mouth and slowly licked it clean. "You taste so incredible. I love you and your cum so much." 

David just stood there, his cock slowly wilting, his mouth still wide open, totally dumbfounded and I hoped totally satisfied.

I stood, whipped down a few paper towels from the dispenser and wiped off most of my lover's remnants then I tossed the sticky towels at him and walked out to hop back in the golf cart to head back to the tee box. 

*****

I teed up my ball and went through my pre-shot routine before David came out of the bathroom. I was extremely horny by now and could feel my nipples were as hard as they had ever. I could also feel the stain of David's cum on my skin and smell the wonderful lingering aroma. I finally setup over my ball and hit a solid drive down the fairway. I was relieved to see the little pink thing end up in the short rough and not in the trees.

Over the next couple of holes David was actually able to recover in more ways than one and we finished the front nine with him confidently ahead, I'm sure he thought, by two strokes. We grabbed a couple of sandwiches and tall 'Half and Half' drinks. Those are cold drinks that are half lemonade and half iced tea. Arnold Palmer the great hall of fame golfer made the combination famous and his likeness and story is on each tall can. 

*****

At least two groups, a threesome and a foursome had passed us on the way to the tenth tee while we had eaten. But we weren't in any hurry today. Besides, now it left another gap between us and the next group behind us. By the time we were up on the par four eleventh green I still didn't see anyone on the tee box behind us. 

We played a rather calm first few holes on the back nine. David and I were all but even as we approached the sixteenth green. 

He lofted a pitching wedge toward the elevated green, but it was coming in short. It hit the front right corner of the green and then skidded on until his ball rolled into the greenside bunker. 

"Damn, first sand all day. I guess I'll just have to keep this wedge." He called over to me by the cart. "I'm not really much of a sand player though. But I'll try my best. Bring my putter with you just in case though." David commented with that cocky attitude in his voice again.

As I walked up the green I saw he was set in the sand trap already and was concentrating hard. He took his backswing and played a full swing, which I thought immediately he was right he was not a good sand player. He was going to whack that poor little white ball clear across the green and onto the next tee. I watched as the ball rose high, flew over the flag, and landed about fifteen feet past the flag. I was sure it was going to skip right on off the other side, but instead I watched as backspin caught the ball and propelled it back towards David and the pin. Fifteen feet became ten, then five and finally less than one. 

David called out, "Not bad huh?" and then laughed at the obviously astonished look on my face.

I said nothing right away, but walked over to the pin, and instead of pulling it so he could putt it in, I lowered my own putter and swatted at his ball, knocking it back to him. "That's a gimme."

"What are you gonna 'gimme'? He got this innocently sexy look on his handsome face.

"We'll see. We still have two holes to go." 

*****

On up to the seventeenth tee we went. He had a par on sixteen while I had a bogey, so since he had beat me he had the honors and would tee off first, but...

"You go ahead and hit. I'm gonna clean my ball." He said as he put his ball in the ball washer and started plunging up and down on the black plastic handle.

"Alright, if you insist. I'll just have to show you what a good drive looks like again." I said, and teed my ball up. As I got up into my stance, I looked back and saw him still at the ball washer his hand moving up and down. "You know, that looks awful kinky from here. You sure you aren't practicing for later?"

"Just hit the ball." He called back and pulled his ball out wiped it with the cloth hanging on the side of the pole.

I smiled and addressed my ball. Just as I was about to take my back swing a gust of wind lifted my skirt. I paused and pushed it back down. Then I addressed my pink ball again, but once more just as I got ready for my back swing, another gust of wind fluffed up my short skirt. Before I could reach down this time though, David had scurried up and knelt behind me. He pushed his hands up between my thighs. 

"Hey!" I gave out a high pitched scream.

"Shhhh. Settle down." David said calmly and looked up at me. As I looked down at him he was looking from side to side, I assume to see if anyone else was in sight, but it didn't slow him from running his fingers across the damp lips of my sex through my underwear. I bit my lower lip and shuddered as he ran them back and forth deeper into my moist folds. I closed my eyes and let out a moan of pleasure as he rubbed his long thick index finger up over my clitoris. My low moan quickly turned into a near shrill shriek of delight it felt so good. 

Just as suddenly as he had appeared beneath though he stopped and stood behind me again. "Okay, now give the ball a good whack."

"What?" I gave him a pitiful look as I stood there with my legs parted and the breeze still blowing up under my skirt, which was in no way cooling the fire that he had ignited. "You can't be serious?"

"Just hit the ball. Your teasing got me to hit the ball further a couple times today, now it's your turn to take a huge whack being all sexed up."

"Now look who's being the big tease." I thought about whacking something alright, like the side of his head with my driver. But I thought better of it. I wanted him to be fully functional for me later. So he was safe from my wrath for now.

I wound up and did give the ball a good 'whack'. But for the first time today it sliced off into the trees on the left. And it just kept going.

"Hmmm, I guess your pre-swing antics broke my concentration, Lover." I turned and walked off the tee box. "Let's see how you drive on this hole."

"No problem. This has always been one of my best driving holes on the course." He teed up his ball and addressed it in his usual pre-swing routine. 

Just as he got ready to do that last little tick of his arms I'd seen all day to take his back swing...I yelled.

"Wait!"

Before he could look back at me I was down on my knees behind him now. I reached up between his legs and locked my fingers around the bulge in his shorts. "I knew it. You got sexed up playing with me. I just want to know how you can possibly be so unmerciful toward that poor little white ball."

"What are you talking about?" He looked down at me.

"It's just not fair to have two big clubs to hit with." I gave him a healthy squeeze and laid my cheek against his hip to grin up at him. 

"One club for the 'poor little white ball', as you call, it and one real big club coming up for you, Lover." He said and jutted his hips forward stabbing that monster of his into my palm. 

I gave it another good squeeze and pull then got up to walk back to the cart. "Okay, your turn. Give it a whack; with your driver not that bad boy in your boxers."

"I may hit this sucker five hundred yards now with my extra big club you made for me." David still had not come out of his stance when he looked over his shoulder at me.

"Just hit the ball stud."

David addressed the ball this time, but obviously rushed through his swing. I couldn't see it from this angle, but I'm sure that other 'club' of his could not have deflated that quickly so he must have been thrown off balance by it. As huge as he got down there I'm sure he'd a lot of blood to fill it and with that his monster must weigh a lot. Indeed I saw his ball goes out a ways and take a mighty hook for his left-handed swing and trail off into the trees also. His of course much farther down than mine.

"I guess you lost your concentration too." I teased and slid my driver back in my bag. 

"Just get in the cart and let's go find our balls." He marched toward me and the cart. "You better keep your mind on the game if you want to finish eighteen."

"Who said all eighteen holes had to be played on the course," I replied brushing my hand over his shorts as he walked by me to put his club away. 

"Get in." He scoffed. 

I let him be for the moment as he drove us down the fairway and then into the woods toward where my ball had entered. 

"There's my ball," I almost yelled as I pointed off to the right where my pink ball sat up on a tuft of weeds. He drove over deeper into the trees.

"I don't think you have a shot at all from here." He told me. "Why don't you just get another ball and drop one back in the rough?"

"I have a better idea. Why don't I play two balls instead of one?" I said as I slipped my hand up the leg of his shorts and under his boxers to grasp his hairy, manly balls. "I found them!" 

I lowered my head and pressed my face down onto his crotch and proceeded to nibble at him through his pants leg as my hands worked to unbutton and unzip his shorts. When I lifted my head we could both see his cock pushing out of those boxers, bulging right towards my face.

"Come on; let's play your balls from here." I got up from the cart walked around to his side. He stood and I wrapped my arms around him. I got up on my toes and stuck my tongue into his mouth. Once I had his full attention I let him go. 

"Look at me, David," I said, "Look into my eyes. "I want you to make love to me. I want to do it, right here and right now."

"But..." He seemed dumbfounded, but the bulge in his khakis gave him away. Leaning forward, I took his hand and pulled him behind another tree. 

I lay down on the grass and stuck my hands up under my skirt and whipped my underwear down. "David, take me right now."

David's face went from nervous to gleaming as he looked between my thighs and face.

"I've never done this before, Miss Mathews. What am I supposed do?" He stared hard between my legs now with a huge boyish grin. 

"Hmm, why don't you get down here and lick me like I'm an ice cream cone, a very drippy ice cream cone, Mr. Smalley." I told him as I pulled my wet lips apart before his face and exposed my wetter insides and my swollen clitoris which felt like it stuck out like a ripe berry. "Now get down here and flick that hot tongue like crazy over this cherry on top." 

"I'll do my best Miss Mathews." He said in a soft voice and looking me right in the eye even as he lowered his head between my thighs. 

"Oooo!" I moaned when he made the first slash of his tongue up through my hot pink sundae. 

Of course David was far from an inexperienced teenager as his talented tongue lapped up my dripping juices and he so expertly sucked on my labia while his fingers stroked and caressed down to the moist crack of my bottom. I involuntarily lifted my hips to meet his face even harder. At the same time I was opening myself to him from behind. He didn't disappoint me. He crooked his finger between my cheeks and easily found my tight little hole back there. As his tongue sped up the momentum over my clitoris his finger pushed gently inside. But I wanted more and began to grind down on his lone thick finger. It felt so tight, but felt so good. I heard the whimper exit my throat and felt like I was two different women as he pleasured me. My cunty was beyond being a dripping ice cream now, it felt as if it was flowing with my juices and his hot saliva. It felt like a warm bath soothing me with my vibrator buzzing away on my loving pearl. Only I could swear at that very moment his strong tongue was flicking over my clit faster than my vibey ever had. I was beginning to breathe so fast, my whimper became a drawn out and ever escalating grown. As I felt his long finger slither up another couple of inches I squeezed down on it hard and shoved my sex hard into his tongue. 

My whole body hung in suspension between ecstasy and exhaustion. The stars began to circle my head and I exhaled one deep breath from my lungs and then the explosion came. I came. I came hard. I kept coming. The vibrations on my clit kept coming. The wet sounds in and around my body became like a storm. My breath came in such short and rapid starts I just knew I was going to pass out. Then one last strike of lightning flashed in my mind's eye and down through my body. I tensed and then collapsed.

I recovered enough to realize I lay back on the ground and my breathing was calming. That is until I looked up to see my lover, my stud, my David, pulling his stiffened manhood out through the fly of his boxers. It throbbed there until he reached up to give it a little extra squeeze. When he did a bead of pre-cum oozed out. I looked up into his face my lips curled and I gave him the most lewd smile I could muster. 

"That didn't take much effort to get you back to game form." I stuck out my tongue and gave a long swipe over my wet lips. "Mmm. I think I want more." 

The look on David's face was almost scary. He looked me hard in the eyes and did not speak or smile. He just crawled up on his knees between my legs and reaching around my hips he lifted me off the ground and pulled me up over his body. Before I knew what was happening he thrust up into me plunging his sex deep into mine and he held me there. I went past the initial shocking tightness and pain and savored the feeling of his huge throbbing manhood. He held me and pummeled me with his thrusting. 




Reese and David: Golf Lovers



"Mmm, oh yes, you finally get a hole in one baby!" I feel him swelling as he bounced me up and down and I jerked my head back arching myself to his steel rod fill me. I was soon so full I was sure his impending load of cum would have no room to ejaculate into.

I screamed in joy, wrapping my legs around him, holding him inside me. I could feel every inch of him as he swelled inside me and just enough friction across my clit sent me into another orgasm that erupted and swept over me. I rode it and rode it as I rode him. 

As I was about to come back down David pulled back and slowly pushed himself back into me once, twice, and a third time slamming into me as he screamed out. He fell over onto me and buried his face in my neck as he finally let himself go. He came with several short thrusts. He continued to moan loudly as he bit into my neck. I felt his hard penis twitch and jump a couple more times as my cunty contracted around it.

For several moments we stayed like that, him resting on top of me, my arms holding him tight. His body continued to move slowly as he now only nuzzled my neck. As he caught his breath I felt his warm liquid running out of my body and down the crack of my bottom.

David pushed himself up and slowly pulled out of me. That huge manhood of his even post-orgasm remained thick and hard as he needed a concerted effort to come out. I had never had never felt so tight around any other man. He exited with small pop! Then he turned over and dropped down onto his back beside me. I curled up on my side and put my head on his chest. I could still hear his healthy young heart pounding wildly. He moved his arm and pulled me closer.

"You made my birthday a day to remember, Reese," he whispered, as I felt his fingers moving softly through my hair, "really remember."

As I was about to roll over on top of him, I noticed a couple pair of legs only a few feet in front of us. I looked up and saw a couple, a man and woman standing near the tree we had supposedly been hiding behind. "We have an audience." I said with a nervous lilt in my voice.

I could feel David turn beneath me. He looked up with a shocked face. I smiled at our couple as they look back astonished at what lay in front of them. The guy looked to be in his early thirties and the girl looked to be a little younger, and was very pretty to say the least. I quickly lost my nervousness and with the remaining warmth of my orgasms still flowing through me, I boldly stood up. "I'm just learning a few new things about the game. My boyfriend here is good with a club." 

"Uh, my wife is just learning, too." The man stuttered. "My wife hit her ball in the trees here. We just came looking for it. We didn't mean to bother you." He continued to stammer. Hubby was getting a good look at me in my short white skirt and the undies hanging off my left foot. His jaw was easing open and I swear he was about to drool. 

I glanced over at the woman who ignored me and was obviously engrossed in looking down at David's slowly wilting but still impressive looking manhood. I just don't know if it was ladylike of her to be standing there with her jaw hanging down and the start of a little drool building at the corner of her mouth, too. But how could I blame her. She only blinked back into focus when David finally scurried up, pulling his boxers and shorts up as quickly as he could.  

"You two can play through if you'd like." I offered trying to clear the air of tension and being perfectly comfortable letting them play on. David would need a few minutes I'm sure. To be honest, I needed some time, too. 

"Come on honey," The husband took his wife's hand and awkwardly stepped back around the tree. The missus almost tripped as she started walking when she couldn't avert her eyes from my hunky boyfriend. 

They did play on. Only they didn't retrieve the wife's ball. They just went on to the next tee. 

David and I straightened up and I picked up my ball. We went on up and picked up David's ball, too. Then we sat and waited to let another group play through. 

We didn't finish the hole either. We moved on to the last hole.

*****

The eighteenth hole was a par five and somehow we both made it the green in regulation. David's approach shot was with his 3-wood. He struck it perfectly. It just flew and flew. The ball hit about twenty yards in front of the green. But it must have been a hard spot as it bounced up and went right toward the fringe. It rolled right up to the left side of the green, maybe thirty-five feet from the flag. He ended up three putting, but was not bothered by a bogey at all.

I sank my ten-footer for a par five. I made the short walk to the hole and made a big production of retrieving my ball from the cup. I'm sure my skirt rode up enough to give him another clear view of the bareness between my legs. I had stuffed my panties in my golf bag between holes. 

When I looked back up at him, I saw his lusty expression. "Oops, sorry big fella. But I guess you are the birthday boy, so you deserve a little extra show." I walked up to him, reached up to put my hand behind his head and pulled him down. I slowly licked his lips with my pointed tongue before slipping it between them and on into his mouth. I kissed him slow and deep. He reached around me and palmed my behind though the thin material of my skirt. He then had both hands back there and not so gently cupped my cheeks in his eager hands. 

"Reach down a little lower and you're gonna feel how wet I still am." 

"You're dripping," He said as I felt two of his long thick fingers slip up inside me. "Is that me still dripping out of you?" 

"I'm sure some of it is; it's your leftovers." I reached up and kissed him again, "Speaking of leftovers, I hope you've still got something left for me, Lover. Golf is only the start to our day."

"I'm sure I do." He confidently expressed with a very huge smile. 

I looked down at his shorts and saw the ever present erection building in his khakis. This man was incredible. He was making me feel incredible.

We walked hand in hand off the last green and back to our cart. 

Since we didn't finish a couple of holes and probably incorrectly recorded a couple of other, we'll never know who beat whom in that first round of golf together. One thing I know he'll remember is how he scored his first hole in one on the golf course. He'd never have to reveal he sunk it while off the fairway and in the trees rather than in the cup on the green.  

*****



Reese and David: Last Day of School



Reese and David: Last Day of School

On the last day of the school year, just before classes were to begin, I stood at the window of my third grade classroom and looked out toward the yellow school buses arriving. It was going to be a hard day to be in school for teachers and students both. It wasn't going to be the easiest chore to keep children indoors in a stuffy classroom when we both knew they would rather be outside playing and starting their summer break. These young boys and girls would be itching to bust out of the classroom doors and to 'freedom' for the next two and a half months. 

At least we wouldn't need to concentrate on any studies today. Work was all but over. All we had to do today was turn in textbooks and do a short survey for the principal. We would have our traditional end of year party, both with our students and later just the teachers in the lounge. Our principal, Joan Masters had thrown the best end of year parties I had ever seen in my twenty years of teaching. 

I found my mind wandering as I watched the children playing in the school yard before the first bell rang, signaling the doors were open and they could come in. I found in the crowd and then focused on one eight-year-old boy playing tag with his friends. I thought about what a darling Steven had been this year. He always wanted to help me. 'Ms. Mathews can I clean the chalkboard for you today...Ms. Mathews I'll put away the art supplies for you.' He was my little helper, my teacher's pet as they say. But truly all my children were so wonderful this year. They came to class last fall with their eyes filled with energy and excitement. I stood there looking out upon them and the others and just hoped with all my heart they never lost any of that. All these children did not come from well-to-do families. Many had a hard time providing even rudimentary supplies for their kids. I along with many of my peers would supplement their school supplies from our salaries. With my master's degree and years of experience I could make much more teaching in a private school that had all the funding it could ever want and students that had parents that could pay for everything, but I had made up my mind years ago that I wanted to teach in public school where I thought I could make the most difference. 

My thoughts were suddenly broken as the first bell rang. My heart fluttered at the thought and realization the last day of my twentieth year of teaching was beginning. I stood in front of my desk and smiled as my children filtered into the room. Each one stopped and said good morning to me before they took their seats. Seeing all the bright smiling faces filing into my classroom right at that moment told me I had made the right career and life decision. 

I walked to the front of my classroom and addressed my young students. "Today's class work will be as short as possible. It's much too nice outside and I know you don't want to be in this classroom any more than I do, so we'll get your textbooks collected and do some other necessary paper work. Then we'll go out for recess." I got this curious look at that point. "I know we aren't supposed to have recess on the last day of school, but it will be our little secret."

The unanimous cheer was almost deafening. I was going to be a naughty teacher the last day of school. 

As I called out each pupil's name, they brought their books up, I looked them over and they placed them in stacks on the table in front. My helper, Steven, was making sure they were very neat stacks. Normally, I had at least a couple of lost or damaged texts to write up for replacement each year. This year, with this wonderful class I had absolutely none. That saved even more time.

All that took maybe half an hour. Then we went on to what our principal started a couple of years ago. She had us have every student write down at least three things they liked about school this year and at least three they didn't like or might like to see be different next year. I gave the boys and girls another twenty minutes for that exercise.

Finally it was almost 9:30. Our class parties could not start until 10:30. So it was outside for some physical exercise and fun. The room mothers would be by soon to start setting up and laying the food out.

My mind trailed off as I stood by the play court looking over my charges.

Summer was on the way...for me another summer with a new lover.

*****

Since that first summer after my freshman year at college I had enjoyed very wonderful summers. I was from one of those so called well-to-do families and was used to traveling a lot during my summer breaks. I also started another tradition, finding a new lover to bring to my bed each summer. Though there was always an emotional attachment there was never any lasting relationship. In fact, other than Mackenzie, I had been with only one other person even half as long. I never looked back on that part of my life with regret though. I had friends and family that filled my life. With all my experiences, I resolved to make those that came into my life happy. 

Up until the past couple of weeks all that had brought me comfort and happiness.

Then I met David Smalley for the second time in my life.

Something inside me had opened up. That first weekend upon our reunion when we made love it seemed a whole new world was opened up to me. As I stood there this morning, I remember the first orgasm I had that night with my young lover and then the two the next morning. Just thinking about that first weekend with my young David made my body ache with the same desire I had felt those couple of weeks ago. 

Now for the very first time in my life I started thinking of something that very seldom crossed my mind...I wanted to settle down with one person, not for a summer or for a few months, but for the rest of my life. But would David want me like that. Maybe if it lasted the year, would he be regretting the commitment in two years or say ten years when I was old and he was in his working prime? 

But then...he had just graduated from college. This past weekend was his commencement ceremony. I knew the reality. The infatuation was real. My feelings for him were real. The age difference between us was real also. I was almost exactly twice his age, I forty-two and he going on twenty-two. I had known it was his senior year and I knew he would be graduating and leaving to move back home and find a job and start a career. I fooled myself into thinking this would last. 

I had refused to think about it. 

Then last Friday, the night before graduation ceremonies he came to see me. He had been to dinner with his parents, and after leaving them at the hotel instead of going back to his dorm as he told them and stopped by my place. He was rather quiet at first when he came in, not his usual self by far...

"What's wrong tonight?" I asked as we sat at my kitchen table sipping iced tea. As I looked at him sitting their sip his, I could not help but think back on our many intimate liaisons, including the first time he had put his manly tool in me that Saturday morning which took place right here at this table. As I started to get that warm feeling throughout once more, he abruptly put down his glass, stood and turned to lean up against the kitchen counter and look out the window. 

"I'm a little embarrassed to tell you this." David started. "I didn't even have the nerve to tell my mom yet. I know my dad would not take it well, but mom might understand. But I still had no guts to tell her."

"David, what's wrong? What could be so embarrassing?" I got ready to stand and be by him when he turned and faced me with his arms crossed across his chest. A frown of distraught was across his face. I had never seen my young lover look so serious.

"I'm not officially graduating tomorrow." The words came out in a voice I had had never heard from him before. I could hear the pain. 

"Oh," was my solitary, inadequate reaction. 

"Yea, I passed all my classes this semester, but as it turns out I messed up and forgot about retaking a class I failed back in my sophomore year. It's a mandatory class for my major." His head hung low, so far that his chin was no against his chest. "My advisor apologized, but it doesn't change anything I still have to take the course again to fill the requirements for the degree. So now I have to go to summer school to make up the one class."

Now my heart did a double stop and start. At first I felt his pain and my heart wrenched. But I also understood the reality that for him to take summer school he would have to be around here for at least another six weeks this summer. My heart swooned and beat within my chest. But how could I be so pleased by his pain? I wasn't really pleased I told myself.

I got up and went to him. I walked up and wrapped my arms around his tall, lean body. I felt his warmth and smelled his masculine musk. I closed my eyes and suppressed my carnal urges for the moment and looked up to his down turned face. I took his chin in my hand and lifted it until we looked one another in the eye.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed or upset about, David." I saw the hurt in his eyes. I also saw that face that had pleased me so much over the last few weeks. I rose up on my toes and pressed my lips to his. I felt the warmth and moisture of my lover. I felt the blood surge to my most intimate areas. As much as I wanted to act on those feelings I knew it was time to be more than a lover and be an understanding and supporting partner right now. "You shouldn't be so upset, David. Many young people can't say that they even got done this soon. Many people I know had to take more than another full semester to finish their four year degrees. In fact, I never told you this because there was never a reason to, but I went to summer school and a whole extra semester and graduated the following December because I was on academic probation after my sophomore year."

His eyes widened at that revelation. I blinked and he eased me back from his body.

"I didn't know that. I thought you were the smartest woman I ever knew. You had to go an extra semester?"

"Yes, and I'm sorry to burst your bubble about my academic prowess. But yes, I was not the perfect student in my younger days."

"I still think you are the smartest woman I have ever known. I know you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known. And as for prowess, I know where you have the greatest prowess, Ms. Mathews." That very sexy, mischievous grin was back across his face. He lowered his hands to my hips and pulled me back in to him.

I put my arms to his chest and kept myself leaning back from him. "So you promise to stop feeling sorry for yourself? Not feel bad about telling your mommy about this predicament; one that you are going to reconcile easily by taking that last class?" I ground my pelvis into his thighs and smiled up at him.

"Okay, I promise. I know you're right. I'll tell them after the ceremony tomorrow."

"No, I think you need to tell them before then. If I was your mother I would want to know before." 

"You know that is another thing I love about you. You always know the right thing to do and say. You are a lot like my mom in that way."

A weird feeling came over me with that last comment. Was I more than just a fantasy for David? Was I also a mother figure? I was indeed old enough to be his mother. David sighed loudly above me. "You're back to thinking you're old enough to be my mother again, aren't you?" 

He was reading my mind! That was more than scary. That was...

"I am. I guess I just can't imagine a handsome young stud like you being attracted to me." I decided to tell him the truth. "Honestly, David, it's because you scare the hell out of me or more to the point, what I feel for you scares the hell out of me."

"You mean you want my younger body badly." He was obviously not in pain anymore. His jokes were back, but now I wasn't sure it was the time and place for jokes. We were getting serious here. 

"No, well, yes that too, but it's not all that. I want you, I want to know everything about you and give you the same from me in return." I took a step back from and smiled nervously. "And, yes I want you to make love to me forever and ever. But..."

"But what Reese?"

"I wasn't sure before but I think I love you too David!"

"You're sure you don't just love the idea of being with a younger guy and well, how I can keep it up all the time?"

I slapped him on the chest. "Shut up!" But I grinned broadly and even blushed when I added, "Yes, I like that part a lot, but I love you, not just 'him'!" I nodded downward below his waist. "You're more than everything I wanted in a man as a young girl and now an older, uh, more mature woman. You're good looking, intelligent, of course a fantastic lover, but you're so also sensitive, caring and considerate. Look, you still worry about what your mom thinks. I've never met another man that comes close to you. What more could I ask for?"

"All I know is you've made me feel like the luckiest guy on earth these past several weeks."

"And you've me made me so happy, too, David." 

"I want you to meet my parents tomorrow." His words hit me in the face. "I don't think this would be a good time David." I stumbled over my thoughts and words. "I, uh, I think we ought to take that part a little slower. Break the news to them about your extra class you need. We'll save the introductions of the old lecherous woman to another day."

"I think you're cute when you call yourself names, you know that?" He hugged me tight this time and picked me up off the ground. David made me feel far from old. I couldn't stop thinking about his touch on my naked body and how nothing had ever felt more invigorating. It was beyond any sort of horny wet dream between the two of us. I actually felt so giddy. But I was too old to be falling in love like a schoolgirl. It was too true though, he made me feel that young again... 

*****

After my young students had departed for their summer break, I spent a little time going over some paperwork and then went down to meet with the other teachers and our principal in the lounge. 

"So, another last day for you, huh Reese? How many is that now?" Sheila, one of the three rookie teachers, said as she walked up beside me. 

"Today makes twenty and the children weren't any less eager to leave as that very first class of mine back at Albright Middle School. In fact, I feel the same myself today as I felt back in 1987. I'll miss every one of them."

"Well, I hope I can feel that way in twenty years. Today I feel so tired and ready for summer break." Said the shapely young first year teacher. Here was another female endowed with a chest I'd never have. 

I blinked. "I felt completely exhausted after my first year, too. You'll learn that experience is a good thing and you have done your job with your students."

"I suppose so, but I'm ready for a vacation. My boyfriend and I are going to the Bahamas in June. I just can't wait." The bubbly young woman went off toward the drink table.

We had our party and I said good-bye to all my teacher friends. I went back and closed up my classroom. I'd come back tomorrow and finish cleaning and straightening up. I needed to get home. I needed David. *****

I made it home from my last day at school. My teaching profession could be on hold for several weeks now. I could enjoy my summer just like the children I had hugged and said goodbye to this morning. Well, maybe not just like them. I smiled to myself.

I threw my keys on the foyer table and headed toward the kitchen and a refreshing glass of iced tea.

A noise from the back of the house stopped me in my tracks. 

"That's it," I heard the male voice from the direction of my bedroom. "Keep going, keep going."

Then I heard a female voice appearing to gasp for air, answer back, "Yeah, almost there, don't stop now."

"That's it, don't stop, almost there," I heard the male voice again. This time the breath in my own chest left me as I realized it was David's voice.

Finally, I heard the female voice again. "Yes, hurry, now!" It was Violet.

As I was about to reach the back bedroom I heard the voices stop but now I heard the sounds of creaking bed. My heart was pounding unmercifully as I slowly looked around the doorway into my bedroom. 

There David and my little sister were prone on their backs on the bare mattress.

"You owe me, you know that don't you," Vi said as I watched her elbow David in the side. "This mattress was heavier than you led me to believe. I may have pulled a muscle in my back. Oh hi, Ree!" Violet looked up and saw me now standing in the doorway. 

"Hi indeed." I said standing there with my arms on my hips in a quizzing stance.

"Dragging this umpteen million pound mattress around was more than I bargained for big sis. I told young David here he owed me one."

"Well, you have no idea how I thought he was doing to pay you back from all the grunting and words I heard coming down the hall. Luckily I came in here and saw you both fully clothed." I grinned at them both still laying there then crossed my arms over my chest and gave them a sterner look. "Of course, you two look mighty cozy side by side on that bed right now."

David immediately jumped up and nearly fell over on me as he tripped on the pillow that lay on the floor. 

Vi busted out laughing. I wanted to laugh but fought the urge and kept a straight, discerning face. David righted himself and stood next to me.

"I swear I didn't touch your young lover Ree. All I did was be a good sister and come over to help move furniture."

"Yea, honest, that's all we did." David said pulling down on his t-shirt.

I paused with my serious look until I couldn't hold it in anymore and grew a wide smile across my ace. "Okay, you're right. You're a lifesaver my dear baby sis, for helping my strapping young man help rearrange bedroom furniture. Happy?"

"Yes, that's better." Vi smiled and got up to stretch her back. "This room actually looks bigger now with the bed over here. Give you two more room to get horny all over one another."

'Vi!"

"What, its not like it's not the truth. You two can't keep you hands or lips or any other body part off one another these days."

David chimed in, with his somewhat embarrassed pink cheeks, "I thought I could finish the move on my own, but that damn king sized mattress was impossible to handle for one person. Luckily your sister came by when she did and volunteered to lend a hand."

If only he had known my sister had been by here on another afternoon and caught us in a naked tangle on this same mattress just last week. I had forgotten she was stopping by that day and only remembered when I looked up and saw her standing where I was standing now in the bedroom doorway. Only her eyes were as big as fifty cent pieces when she stopped in her tracks as David lay atop me and I bit into his shoulder both of us crashing into another exquisite orgasm. She'd stood there and let us mutually climax while she put her finger to her pursed lips signaling me to be quiet and backed herself back into the hall. Later that night I called her and we giggled like we hadn't in years talking about the embarrassing scene. Only now I ginned at David and he had no idea what I was thinking about.

I looked over at my sister and actually was amazed she had not taken the opportunity to tell on herself and now me for keeping the secret. That was a big problem she had, keeping her mouth.

I also couldn't help notice as she continued to stretch her body out how physically beautiful and still in shape she was, even after having two babies. I glanced back at my David and he was picking up the pillow he had nearly tripped face first over. I would not have an ounce of jealously if his eyes were to gaze across at Violet in those tight shorts of hers that hugged her still relatively slender hips and butt. Of course, that t-shirt was about stretched to the limit at this point by those pair of overly generous boobs, of which I could and had always been jealous of.




Reese and David: Last Day of School



"What are little sisters for?" she commented and gave David a huge, full bodied hug. 

He squeezed back and I did get a little jealous at this point wondering if he actually enjoyed the feel of her body, especially those full breasts of hers pressing back against him. Something he would never get from me. 

They finally broke the embrace, but just as I was calming down to the real situation, I looked at my sister. Vi got that mischievous look on her face, one I had seen so many times over the years. As I was about to give her a look that she better not do something ridiculous, she fell backwards back onto the bed. She immediately started humping her hips up and down over and over again. "Uh, mmm, ugh, uh."

"What are you doing?" I asked, again with my arms crossed back across my chest. My nearly flat chest compared to hers.

"Mmm. Mmm. Ugh." She kept gyrating on the bed. The mattress gave and the frame began to creak. 

David blushed, "What the..."

She kept it up, making what he and I knew were familiar noises.

"Stop it!" I almost yelled. 

Vi finally stopped. "I just wanted to test the new position of the bed and see if it may be any noisier over here on this side of the room."

"You're an obnoxious little sister you know that don't you?"

Then out of the clear blue Vi grabbed David by the hand and pulled him down to the bed next to her. She twisted her body around until she was straddling him.

"Vi, what do you think you're doing?" I did yell this time.

"I want to test it with the body weight of two to see if it's any louder." She answered looking down at David, pinned to the bare mattress between her legs. "I bet you can get this bed to rocking with my wild cat of a sister on top of you. Can't you big stud?"

"You really are crazy," David responded, and lifted her up of his body with ease with those strong arms of his. He put her back on her feet and stood up beside the bed himself.

"You are such a spoil-sport," Vi said and slapped at his chest.

Again, I couldn't help but laugh. I realized the other thing my sister could never help, and that was being the biggest flirt. 

"I'll get going then." Vi said. "I'll just leave you two to make some noise now that I got your boy here all horny for you, sis."

She reached up and wrapped her arms around David once again and held him long enough to give him a good kiss on the lips. "You're so cute." She said in a soft voice to him. "Now go on, put on a good show for your lover. You'll both thank me later."

David's face was red with pure embarrassment, as Vi walked by me smiling and on out the door.

"Well, have fun, you two." She yelled back from down the hall.

David and I just stood looking at one another

As soon as we heard the door close behind Violet, not even knowing whether she had really left or not, we were out of our clothes.

I didn't care and obviously David didn't either. He wrapped his arms around me, picked me up and this time laid me in the middle of the bed. 

I looked into his gorgeous eyes and then down at his full erection. "So, did Vi get you all horny?"

He sat up next to me, "What? No. Your sister is a sexy woman, but not in a million years do I want her. I'm all yours. You are the sister I want." Then he came back to me and nuzzled my neck. 

"I appreciate you thinking I'm the one you want. I know Vi has never cheated on her husband and I don't expect her to cheat with you. Not that I would blame her any. She's seen you naked more than once now. She's knows how endowed you are." I stroked his cheek then reached down to stroke something much bigger and harder.

He grunted at my touch and hunched his hips toward my hand. "Yea, but the first time was during a show. The second was from outside my SUV. That will be the last time if I have anything to say about it. I only want you to see it all from now on." He reached down and we both stroked him.

I bit my lip as I thought about another time he had no idea about. Vi had gotten that good look at his backside pumping away as he buried himself in me on this same bed. But I didn't have the nerve to tell him even now. 

"I guess you've masturbated for years haven't you?" I deflected the subject as I pulled on his manhood.

"Yea, I suppose." He said as we both watched me stroke his full length with my comparatively small hand. "I think the first year I did was the year I was in your class. It may have been a year before I'm not sure."

"Masturbating is nice. I still do it. Well, not as much now that I have you around." I settled back into the pillows at the head of my bed and stared at his big rod between his legs. "It really is much more enjoyable knowing your intimate experience is shared with someone else. I think it's incredibly sexy to masturbate in front of a lover."

"That's what I was, well..." he laughed nervously, "well, I've tried with a couple of girlfriends in the past, when they asked about how and how often I masturbate, but both times it ended in nothing but laughter, and not so great sex."

"Well, we could watch each other for awhile, see what works best for either of us when we masturbate and learn to do that for one another." 

"Okay." He took over and very slowly began to move his hand up and down his shaft. He began to masturbate himself with full, slow strokes. For a few moments I felt a little self-conscious seeing him fully stroke himself although he had done it for me more than a couple of times in the last few weeks. But now it was because I asked him to. I wanted him to do himself for me as I watched, but I also wanted the experience of knowing how David liked to be stroked so I would be able to do him the way he likes next time.

I whispered, "Are you stroking the way you usually do? Is that the way you like to be held?" I watched his hand arrange the grip on his shaft so that his fingertips were on the ridge on the underside of his thick head.

He resumed his slow pumping, "Now I am." In the reflected light I could see his fingers were slick with pre-come already. What made the sight even more exciting was that he looked up at me staring at him as he pumped a little faster. 

I leaned back and cupped my breast as I watched. Then I spread my legs and turned slightly in my seat to give him a better angle to watch me. I wanted David to watch me. I wanted David to encourage me to finger myself for the both of us. I knew I was going to be cumming on my fingers like I'd done before but now it would be for the both of us.

David seemed to take it all in stride once he started watching my own movements intently as I ran a finger over my cunty. I opened my legs wider and gave him an unobstructed look at my fingers and my sex and my fingers in my sex. 

"You know, I truly realize how being well trimmed as you are brings out the real eroticism of your womanhood. Your lips, already wet and nicely puffed up only add to where your fingers manipulate them so sensuously." David spoke as if he were the professor of a biology or anatomy class. He didn't miss a beat or a stroke though on his healthy manhood though.

I blushed and began to evaluate my own movements as I looked down to watch a finger, then two slip inside, watching my nether lips puff up even more and swell around my fingers. It was almost as if they were being...

"Your fingers look as if they are being swallowed." David interjected. I smiled at him realizing we were both thinking exactly the same thing.

I drug my fingers upward, stretching the pink lips with them and easing them to let them fall slowly and softly back into place. I did this for a few strokes and at the last my wet fingers took a long run up against my clit. My legs seemed to involuntarily stretch still wider, my hips pushed my sex out into my hand and I hummed a soft tattoo, "Mmmmmmm."

I looked over and caught David on a slow down stroke. He stared intently between my thighs and I looked back down to watch where my lips were parted with two fingers and the glistening pink of my inside sex was before us both. I glanced back up and swore his sex swelled in his hand, his legs did open wider. He kept his eyes on my hand and my cunty as he pleasured his big tool with very long and slow strokes. I just knew he watched me as intently as I was watching him, wanting the same thing, but I could not avert my gaze for fear of missing one second of this incredibly erotic scene. I found him sliding his hand up and down a little faster as he must have enjoyed the pure exposure and eroticism of the moment as I. 

"You really have a wonderful penis," I finally had to say, not losing focus on what my own fingers were doing as I pulled my cunty lips open even wider, "I like the way you play with it. It's very sexy, manly and cute all at the same time." 

"Mmmmhmmm," he mustered and bit his lip. "And you look lovely down there too." 

I crooked my middle finger carefully between my lips and slid it slowly inside. As I flattened my other hand I spread my fingers over my sex. Now my extended finger went just as deep as it could. The sight and sensation of his hardness and my wet cunty were totally connected as I felt my finger become that manhood of his as I watched him pump himself.

He thrust up into his fist mimicking my movements. 

I finally looked up into his face and caught him looking at my face this time, a wide grin on his lips, "This is so hot..." he whispered. 

I had to provide for an ultimate tease now. I just had to. And I knew just what to do.

I withdrew my finger and as if in slow motion he watched me bring it up to my lips. I knew I had his undivided attention as he stopped stroking and I pushed my wet middle finger into my mouth ever so slowly and pulled it back out still more slowly. I could feel my own heart beating wildly. I could feel see his pulse through his throbbing steel rod of a manhood. 

"You are indeed the sexiest woman I have ever met." He said just before he licked his lips. 

"Finish yourself for me. You go first." I instructed.

David circled his cock with both hands and began to pump faster. "Can you see me okay?" He asked. 

I moaned, "Yes. Yes, and it's so sexy." I said as I put my two fingers up my cunty and began to rub my clit with my other hand. 

He adjusted the grip on his sex and began the climb to climax. He was in an earnest effort now. More pre-come leaked from his cock as he groaned from deep within.

"Watch me cum for you, Reese." His hand was a blur as it flew up and down his cock. My fingers were going deep inside my cunty and out again, and in, and out, and in, as I slouched further on the bed to give my fingers better access. David cupped his balls and began to pull harder on his shaft. My eyes were glued to him cock as I knew he was about to shoot. He was going to shoot for me. 

Suddenly my young lover hissed between clenched teeth as the first explosion of his cum flew from the swollen almost purple end of that manly cannon. I watched as thick spurt after thick spurt of hot cum shot from the tip of his beautifully tall sex. The nearly milky white ropes flowed up like a geyser four or five times, each flow falling back to his taut stomach or hard muscular thighs. The last few smaller ejaculations spurted then oozed out over that gorgeous head atop the lusty tower of manhood. Cum was everywhere. He had literally covered himself with his cum. 

I was jealous it was not all over my skin. 

So nonchalant, so casual, he sat there not more than five feet from me his cum all over. But now it was my turn to moan as David's actions had had their effect on me. I began fingering myself faster. 

"Show me how you like to play with yourself, Reese." He instructed me now.

I reclined further back, spread my legs and began to work on my clit with my right hand. David's eyes flashed between the sight of me rubbing myself and his lap where his hand was pumping his cum covered penis amazingly still standing tall. 

"You're really into masturbation, aren't you?" I asked.

"I'm really into you." He smiled and rubbed his cum all over his big sex. I'd never known a time that I thought cum all over a man could be so erotic. The sight of David's body drenched in his own cum was sending me beyond eroticism. 

"Do you like watching me masturbate?" I asked breathily. 

"Yes, very, very much," he said as he checked my fingers out and did not look me in the eye anymore. 

I spread my legs wide open and shoved my fingers in as far as they would go. As I looked down at my cunt I was excited by how lewd the scene was. Here I was slouched down, my legs spread, fingering myself as my young lover watched and encouraged me to cum for him. 

"Mmmm, yes, I think I'm getting close." My voice was no more than a whisper as I pushed in and out more furiously. The middle finger of one hand moved over my clit and I started to tap in an ever increasing tempo. His fist had begun pumping furiously up and down over his astoundingly hard penis once again. I watched and wanted to feel what he was feeling, seeing it in his face, hearing it in the throaty sound of his voice. 

"I'm almost there," I said as I began to push my fingers in deeper and faster. 

"Please cum for me now," he whispered. 

"David, David," I was softly repeating his name, my head moving from side to side, eyes closed, lost in my pleasure. My thighs clamped shut around my hands and my mouth fell open in a silent utterance as my climax hit. It came from outside my body. The lights in my eyes and the tingling on my skin seemed to be starting from the outside in. The feeling in my cunt intensified and rolled over my body in a crashing wave and then another and still another. In seconds my breath caught in my throat starting with a low moan until I built to a screaming crescendo...

"Oh, ...yes, oh...Dav...yes!" 

My world went black.

I heard a voice, but it sounded as if it were down a tunnel. The pinpoint of stars grew to a bright light in front of me as the roar in my ears subsided. 

"...beautiful. Wow, that was, uh, that was amazing!" I finally made out David stammering in front of me. 

"What? Yes it was," I panted, "I wasn't expecting that big a release. But it was amazing."

"And beautiful." He stared at me.

I looked down and saw he was still as hard as before, his cum from earlier still all over his body. "And you are beautiful." I licked my lips and swallowed hard before I went to him. I reached out and grabbed his manhood. It was so hard and so wet and sticky with his man-cum. I loved it! I began stroking him, feeling the excess of that cum squish between my fingers. "It was so hot seeing you do this as I did it to myself. But, as good as that was it still wasn't enough to put out the fire I have for you. I need this. Give it to me, David. Give me this. Give me your love." I said tugging hard until he rose up and pushed me back on the bed.

He gave it to me...him and his love. 



Reese



We woke up the next morning, naked in each other's arms. She jumped in the shower. I joined her. Again we fucked. Only then did I learn that she was on birth control. In hindsight, that should've been my first question to her. But when the chance to be with someone like Reese Witherspoon, presents itself, you don't exactly look for excuses not to. By 10 o'clock of the following morning, Reese was due on set. Watching her get dressed was almost sad. I returned to the piles of discarded clothes from the previous afternoon and put them on. Within 3 minutes, Reese and I had gone from stark naked to fully dressed in clothes which left nothing to the imagination. I remember clearly, watching her put on the baggy sweater and jeans. We kissed once more at the door, and with our lust, somehow still not satisfied, my hands found there way up her shirt and down her pants. She was more than happy to guide them there. She thanked me for a wonderful (and unexpected) night and we parted ways for the day. 

And I spent the rest of that day sleeping. Something I realise I had not done much of l during my night with her. We had sworn to act professional for the last two weeks of filming. As we stood at her hotel door saying these things, the notion seemed ridiculous. But now, two days later, it didn't feel so impossible. I was content to leave it at that. Reese was right, when you spend a night being that...active, it does get it all out of your system. And so, two days later, I walked onto the studio lot, excited to be filming this movie for the first time since I had met Reese. 

As I walked onto the set, a whole host of crew members were leaving. I greeted several before heading straight in. It was a small set. A perfect replica of a modern office conference room, with nothing to give away the fact it was a movie set except for the fact the window looked out onto a massive green screen. As a testament to how cheap then producers were, they decided to digitally add the New York backdrop as oppose to just hiring out a real office floor for a day. The set was quite empty, just Larry who was the director, the camera man, the sound man, the lighting director, and of course Reese, dressed smartly in a woman's business suit. She looked up at me the moment I set foot through the door.

'Morning Nate,' Larry said cheerfully.

'Morning Nate,' Reese said, slightly quieter and more reserved.

'Larry, Reese,' I said, nodding to each person. 

Larry opened up the script in his hand as Reese and I quickly exchanged flirtatious smiles. She looked beautiful as always. And for a moment, I began to think whether our plan of staying professional would work out. Larry interrupted my train of thought and said,

'Okay, so you guys have gone over this scene right? Gotten all the details for the sex scene straightened out?'

'Yep,' Reese and I said in unison.

'That's good. I'm sorry again I couldn't go over the scene with you two the other day. We're still a bit behind schedule. Did I miss anything?'

Reese and I exchanged looks again. Reese stared at me, tongue in cheek. I suppressed a smile and simply replied,

'No not really. It was pretty boring.'

'That's good. I've heard more than my fair share of stories about actors getting carried away when it comes to filming love scenes.'

'Unprofessional,' Reese frowned, attempting to conceal her obvious amusement. 

'Okay, I've cleared the set, lights are ready, camera too, and we're already 10 minutes late. You guys want to get ready?'

Larry took his position behind the camera as Reese and I walked over to the conference table. I looked over at her and casually said,

'And how are you today?'

'Satisfied, very satisfied,' Reese said.

In the corner of my eye, I saw the sound guy furrow his brow. It was only then that I remembered Reese and I were both wearing microphones. It was probably best to limit the double entendres. Reese now stood leaning against the table, I stood opposite her. Larry popped his head out from behind the camera and said,

'Alright guys, seeing as we have limited crew due to the nudity, let's just get the sex scene out the way. We'll go back and do the dialogue later when everyone comes back in. Nate, Reese, we start with the kiss and move from there. Phil, start rolling cameras. Whenever you're ready guys.'

Larry gave us the green light leaving Reese and I standing there, in front of the lights and the camera. I stood still for several long seconds, Reese looking at me. Her breathing had increased; so had my own. To my right, I could see Larry waiting for me to do something. And so, per the script, I walked up to Reese and kissed her square on the lips. And with that, the memories of our night became so much clearer. It was amazing how familiar her lips felt. Just as was written in the script, Reese didn't kiss me back. She just stood there, 100% in character. What I did next however, tested her.

I reached up her skirt, placing my hand on her thigh. And then slowly, I ran it further up her leg, and let it come to rest directly on the front of her panties. Through the thin fabric, I could feel her heat coming from her vagina. Reese's eyes shot wide open, she had not expected me to touch her there. I continued to kiss her lips, and to test her even further, I didn't fake my fingering. With two fingers I pushed hard into her groin. Despite her panties, I could still feel my fingers entering several centimetres into vagina. From between her pursed lips came a moan. And from the moan she began to kiss me back. Oblivious to the camera and the crew, I continued to rub the area around her vagina, as we began to kiss passionately. Her tongue slipping into my mouth, our lips moving against each other, her hips pushing forward slightly to meet my fingers. Suddenly, from behind the camera, Larry yelled,

'Cut!'

Reese and I immediately stopped kissing. My hand coming out from under her skirt. We both looked over at Larry like scared students called before the principal. 

'You did rehearse this scene right?'

'Thoroughly,' I said.

'Reese, your character isn't supposed to enjoy this just yet. She's against his advances. It's only when he forces her onto the table and really goes to town her body that you return his affections. Alright? We want to play the, "is he raping her, or is she consenting" angle. 

'Right, sorry Larry. It slipped my mind,' Reese apologised.

'Maybe it's a good thing we stoppped,' Larry said, turning to the lighting director, 'Christian, can you fix the overhead light. It's a bit too bright.'

'Sure thing Larry,' replied the lighting director.

Larry looked over to us and mouthed the words, '1 minute'. I looked down at Reese, who stood on her toes trying to reach my eye level. We both laughed nervously. Both of us knowing what the laughter meant; even if the crew and Larry who were watching us, didn't. Reese reached towards my jacket lapel and turned off my microphone. She did the same with hers. She leaned in and whispered,

'I didn't forget. I just got caught up in the moment.'

'I know,' I replied smugly. 'We're not done with that yet, are we?'

'What can I say, one night just wasn't enough. I thought it was, but seeing you here, having your hands there. It's just...' she said, trailing off at the end. 

'I can come over tonight.'

Reese sighed and looked up at me with a smile. 'I'll be waiting. But for now, let's keep it professional. I can't act with your fingers inside of me like that...As much as I do love it when they are.'

Suddenly, Larry called out from behind the cameras. 

'Lights are fixed. Ready guys?'

Reese quickly turned our microphones back on. We traded glances once more before looking over to Larry.'

'Ready,' we said in perfect unison.

I'm not going to lie, filming that sex scene was pure torture. Getting to kiss her and fondle her magnificent breasts but never getting any satisfaction. People often think that filming sex scenes are very exciting and gratifying. But in reality, simulated sex in front of 4 people and a high definition camera is anything but. The only difference between what most actors go through and what Reese and I are going through is that after we finish filming this scene, we will go to her hotel room and do it for real. 

This film may turn out to be bad, but being part of it has officially become the best to ever happen to me. But regardless of how much the critics may criticise it, and they will, I have no doubt that nowhere, in any review, will there be criticism of lack of chemistry between Nate Shepherd and Reese Witherspoon.