6 comments/ 28783 views/ 0 favorites It's Just Sex! Ch. 04 By: cantdog Sonia Harris laughed. "Embouchure!" she said, and she laughed again. Van der Bos had pursed his lips and his face was darkening. She lay her refined hand delicately on his. "How delightful! You must pardon me, Mr. van der Bos. I had never considered that!" "It's very important with woodwinds," he retorted. It was a stuffy thing to say, but van der Bos was thawing again, nevertheless, under the impact of Ms. Harris's charm. She had personal charm, and the waiting room had been restrained and tasteful, except for the artworks, perhaps. The office was really quite lovely, and Ms. Harris had put him at ease, until now. Van der Bos was used to good things and educated company; but the chewed pencils on her desk were a false note. Perhaps she likes to have things in her mouth, he mused. A sudden thought made her eyes light again with mischief. "And flutes, I imagine!" Playing the skin flute was a phrase from her past; she hadn't heard it since the college. "Technically, the flute is considered a woodwind," the pedantic man offered. "And it is always hard and long! Oh, please, forgive me if you can, dear man. I am incorrigible with a new idea. Very well! Young and sweet, and very willing to follow direction-- I believe we can accommodate you rather well. Let us turn to the formalities, then. I think you will be entirely pleased, I really do." * * * * * Mr. van der Bos was suddenly very warm when he put down the telephone. The pupil he'd arranged for through the "It's Just Sex!" agency was on the way, and so quickly! Oboe, she'd said. The entire idea now seemed disastrously, monstrously wrong. Incredibly risky-- but also incredibly exciting. He trembled, but his shoulders pulled in and his head drooped. "What have I done, what have I done?" he muttered. He thought about having a drink, but he wasn't enough of a drinker; the stuff affected him too strongly, it would be horrible. He flitted around the room, inefficiently, tidying inconsequential objects. He carried the waste paper basket into the kitchen to empty it. Regrets and anxiety prevented him from even thinking in sentences. Stepping on the pedal and seeing the steel pail open its mouth broke the spell. As he dumped the paper in his shoulders straightened and he took a deep breath. "Well!" said he, "What a fool I am; but how much can go wrong?" It's just a young pupil, isn't it? With calm steps he moved to the front room and replaced the basket by the piano with a firm hand. Another good breath. "And he will surely know what we will do," he told himself. But as he sat and waited he began to fidget, even to sweat. He checked his watch, but time was moving by no faster. A minute per minute. He wanted to make a reed or something, distract himself, but Ms. Harris had spoken as though the boy would come any moment. "I'm acting like a schoolboy," he said, frowning. Immediately, the knock came on the front door. Like a schoolboy Van der Bos wiped his palms on his shirtfront as he went to answer it. "Mr. van--" "Do come in! Quick! There." Van der Bos shut the door and checked the street for witnesses. Nothing. The sun washed the street and hardly a leaf stirred. The room seemed dark when he turned again. He saw oxfords and tan khakis. The 18-year-old boy had an oboe case. He was dressed well enough. His eyes continued upward-- such a perfect complexion! He was beautiful. He was speaking. "Is something wrong?" "I'm sorry, young man; your name again, please?" There, thought he, that's the right note. His own voice returned him his confidence. "Peter Stockwell, sir." "Come and sit, please. May I see your instrument?" The boy's eyes went very wide. He froze and his fist tightened on the handle. Already? he thought, panicking. I just got here! But van der Bos was reaching out, low-- for the case. "The oboe! Yes!" He made his arm work and passed it to the older man. He watched the practiced fingers turn each piece, assemble the body of it and flutter the keywork, and slyly evaluated him. Van der Bos was dapper and deft; he had dignity. But he seemed brusque. I wish he would smile, Peter thought. But it seemed a forlorn hope. Van der Bos pulled a reed case from his pocket and selected one. He placed the case on the table with the oboe's case and then he did smile. "May I?" Peter nodded and smiled back. "It's a good student oboe," remarked the older man. He fitted the reed, fluttered the keys again, and played a phrase, then the same phrase very softly. Peter had never achieved so full a tone, or especially such a controlled soft sound. "It never sounds that good when I play it." "It's a real reed. The synthetics are easier to play, but for good dynamics you need reed. And firm embouchure." Van der Bos hiked an eyebrow at him with this word, and he smiled again. "I know, but it's not easy." Peter liked his smile, and already admired him. He seemed worldly and sardonic. He hadn't yet interpreted the pun, though. "Embouchure can be learned," replied van der Bos, plucking out his reed and placing it in the little case. He disassembled the oboe, though. Playing had centered him and he was once more the master. "Will you place yourself in my hands?" Well, yeah! thought Peter. The boy understood the double meaning this time. "Sure, what do I do?" "Completely?" There was more to this question than oboe reeds, but Peter took the plunge. "Yes." Once the flap of velvet lay over the black African wood and gleaming metal again, van der Bos stood and put out a hand. Peter allowed himself to be guided to his feet. He watched the teacher's eyes soften. The man's arm circled behind him, and nudged him close. He wants to kiss me! Peter realized. He closed his eyes and drifted forward into the unknown. The music teacher's arms were hauling his body against his own and his kiss was exaggeratedly passionate. Peter could not participate at first, although he held the man's hips to be able to stand. Confusion, frantic analysis, and a rising lust tore his attention from the kiss. He had told Ms. Harris that he wanted this, that he had to try it, that he had to know what it would be like. "I need it to be a total stranger. I don't want to have to meet him, every day, you know? I'd be so embarrassed." But it was nice so far. Peter was becoming hard, and the teacher was like a length of carven ivory beneath the professorial worsted. It was lovely to feel his strong fingers kneading assflesh, to smell the wool, wood, and sweat of the man. Peter kissed him in response. His slim arms slid up the master's back. My heaven, thought van der Bos, he's so young and so wiry! Such a tiny little ass, almost make believe! He broke the kiss. "Peter." The boy's eyes opened, his mouth hung slack. "Let's work on your embouchure!" Suddenly Peter decoded it. "Oh God! Yes, okay-- here?" The man had thrown off his clothes quickly on the way to the bedroom, but Peter had to disrobe under his eyes. The reddish cock with the little tip peeping out stood out from its nest. Peter both dreaded it and longed for it. He kicked away his underwear and sank down before it, reaching, but van der Bos interrupted him with a clasp on his forearm. "Turn around, Peter," he said, "I want to see you." He spoke softly but with complete authority. The boy stood and turned himself around for him. "You are a marvelous boy." Peter swallowed in a dry mouth. He checked the teacher's face once, but the cock held all his attention. "Show me your mouth work, now. That's it. That's very sweet." It tasted as he'd thought it would, but the smell was a drug. It made him shake like an aspen. He felt his anxieties dissolve and his cock become heavy and tight. It bumped into the teacher's knee, over the hairs. How could the heat of it not have branded the man? Never had his girl made him feel this ready. Peter explored the cock with fingers and tongue. It was only making him harder. That's it, then, Peter thought. I knew it, I knew it. He pressed his lips firmly and slid low, then back, then low again; the strong hand caressed his hair. Peter leaned his forehead into his master's belly and took him as deeply as he could manage. Tears started, but they felt good. It was relief. I just knew it, he told himself. One tear crawled down a cheek and dripped off. Van der Bos found him charmingly clumsy. His fresh rosy face and dewy lips engulfed him with such gentleness. To watch it sink into that soft clear earnest face was nearly unbearably good. "You have talent. But you need training; let me show you. Up. Up, now." Van der Bos sank to one knee and reached fingers under the young man's balls. "Pay attention now," he said. Peter laughed; the older man shot him a glance. "Pay attention!?" Peter echoed. A species of harlequin elevation of his mood had taken place. Van der Bos smiled around the young cock in his mouth. It really had been a silly thing to say. His own embouchure was finely schooled in both arenas. Sonia Harris would have said skin flute was another instrument at which he was master class. But he was taken by surprise. Precisely because he had forsworn his students, however tempting, he had forgotten how full-bore gonzo a young man can be. Perhaps it was his training with the brass instruments. Whatever it was, his tongue was as deft and as accurate as his fingers, rapid and precise. Peter had imagined he was as hard, as full, as he'd ever been, but the woodwind master improvised a tarantella of lust. The young man was soon hyperventilating and clutching galvanically at his head, uttering weird night-cries and syllables from obscenities. Having brought him there, van der Bos became suddenly gentle and subtle, not providing quite enough, not quite enough. It was utterly maddening, and Peter bellowed like a bull in extremis and took charge. Clamping the graying temples in his hands, he pounded cock fiercely into the teasing mouth. The wiry little ass van der Bos had admired earlier could pound nails. Whipcords of straining muscle ridged the legs and belly of the once-timid pupil, and he fucked the old man's skull with sweat flying off him. "Take it, you bastard!" With a final deep jam, the engorged cock drove in and the whole organ leapt, head swelling widely. Again, and the first salvo of cum shot into the teacher's throat. It was the most intense come Peter ever had experienced. Each exquisite thrill as the pulses traveled out the length of him threatened to cause him to black out. He released the older man and wobbled on his feet. He was still hard. The cum was oozing now, a solid stream but very slow, causing an insane tickle at the tip. He groaned and swayed. "Very good," croaked van der Bos. "Now show me what you've learned." Peter fixed an eye on him. There it was, that cock like a horn curving up. His breathing was almost under control again. He slavered for it. "No, I want it, you know, up inside my ass." His cheeks burned to say it, but he had to know. It was what he'd come to the agency to find out. "Suck then." There was a moment of mutual measurement. Peter dropped to the floor, grateful for the stability, and closed his mouth on him. Van der Bos crooned his pleasure and issued instructions. After a suck lesson he turned the young man over on the bed and took lascivious pains to lubricate him very thoroughly, rolling his knuckles in the hollow between the bones, marveling at the delicious slim ass which he would now own. He stood and placed himself, leaned forward, and sank in. "You're so fuckin nice, boy," he breathed. It was the finest ass he'd had in fifteen years, and he savored every inch of it. Ass. * * * * * "Agency, Ms. Harris's office!" the bland voice said. "I'm Peter Stockwell. Please tell Ms. Harris thank you very much, okay?" "Mr. Stockwell. It was all as you wanted it, then?" "More." It's Just Sex! Ch. 05 As Julia left the office of It's Just Sex, she tried not to think about the little break-down she'd just had in front of Ms. Harris. It was embarrassing to know that her desires had been laid out for public inspection. It was even more embarrassing to acknowledge that she had cried, really cried, about them. Julia was a single mom of four kids who worked a crazy schedule in human services. She was kind and funny, and people generally liked her. She wasn't bad looking, short and round in all the right places with brown hair and eyes. When she laughed she had the attention of everyone in the room. Intellectually, she knew that she could get laid if she really wanted to, but finding the time to go out and meet people was tricky at best. She had been separated from her husband for over a year and had only managed to bring a man home three times. She was lonely. And she needed sex. When the interview with Ms. Harris had started, it all seemed fine. Julia simply told her that she was single mom looking for a sexual companion. No strings, no promises, but the reliability of a friend with benefits. A casual friend. Movies, darts, sex. That kind of thing. Ms. Harris had nodded and taken notes. Then she cleared her throat and said, "Is it OK if I call you Julia? Good then. Julia, most people come to us to have a specific fantasy fulfilled. For instance, a woman who has never had anal sex may come in; a gentleman who is still a virgin in his 30's; a teacher who wants to feel he's seducing one of his students. What you are asking for is something you could seemingly find in any singles bar in the state. Is there something more that you're looking for? Something you haven't told me yet?" Julia was filled with cold dread as she thought about how to answer the question. She could feel her face flushing and noticed her hands shake. Across the table, Ms. Harris noticed the signs. She got the box of tissues ready and poured Julia a glass of water. She sat down next to Julia. "Take your time. We're not in any hurry. And please know that I've pretty much heard it all here at It's Just Sex. You can't shock me, I assure you." Julia took a deep breath and opened her mouth. Then she closed it again. It just seemed like a lot to ask for. OK, she thought, just say it. "Well, here's the thing. I like to give. I'm a pleaser. If you need something done, I'm the person you call. I like to do a job and do it well. Nothing brings me more pleasure than taking care of someone and seeing them happy. But I've only had a sex a few times in the last year and I've come away from each experience feeling a little empty. I've worked hard to make my partners happy, figuring out what feels good for them and doing my very best. Overall, it's been great. I've had the satisfaction of knowing that I've taken each of them to new heights. But none of them have been all that concerned with returning the favor. I've not had a single partner bring me to orgasm in over a year. And it's not that hard, really. It's just that no one has tried. At all. So I guess what I really want is someone who will, I don't know, take care of me, too. It seems silly. I mean, I know I can always get myself off, and I suppose I should be happy with that, but it just seems like…" Ms. Harris smiled broadly and interrupted. "Is that all? That's your request? You want a partner that's going to make sure you, umm, have an orgasm? Oh, Julia, that's not a lot to ask for. Really, it's not." She went back to her chair and sat down. "What's the best way to reach you?" "Well, since I'm on call for my job, and I have the kids all the time, it's probably best to email me a phone number and I can just call the guy, if you can find one, and make arrangements. Is that OK?" "That'll be fine. You'll hear from us soon. Please go from here up to the lab and have your blood work done. Then we can get started." *************** Several days later Julia was on the phone with Jacob, her match from the agency, again. They were having a seemingly pleasant conversation, when Jacob heard her sigh. "What's up?" "You know, it's nothing. Well, it's something, but it's not really important. I didn't want to say anything because everything was going so well, but my grandmother died yesterday and I'm under a lot of pressure from my family to go cross country to attend the funeral. But with work and my kids and no money, there's just no way. It's been a long day." "Can you get away for a little bit? I think it's time I finally bought you that drink." Julia thought for a moment, "Maybe. The kids are at their dad's. I could meet you for a while. But Jacob, I have to be really honest. It can only be a drink right now. It's that time of the month. And if you don't want to come all the way out here for just a drink, I completely understand." "Oh, in that case, never mind," he laughed as he answered. "Don't be crazy. A beautiful woman like you alone on a night like tonight? No way. I'll meet you at Dru's in half an hour." Julia couldn't believe it. Here was a man who was willing to drive across town for drinks. And he called her beautiful. She dressed quickly and even put on a little makeup before leaving. She was sitting in the corner sipping her whisky sour when he arrived. She saw him a few seconds before he found her and was pleased to see that he was as good looking as the picture he had sent her. He also looked kind. Not like you can always tell just from looking at a person, but he had a friendly smile and made eye contact with the bartender while ordering. She was happy with the match. He joined her at her table and they shook hands. Then he laughed a little and said, "That was the silliest thing. Come here, you." She stood up and walked toward his open arms. He embraced her warmly and said, "I'm so sorry about your grandma. Do you want to talk about it?" She shook her head and said, "No, thanks. But I do want to play darts. Are you up for it?" They played darts for an hour or so and then Julia got a little serious again. Finally, she said, "You know what? I think I'm going to go. I'm not very good company tonight and you should go do something fun." "I have an idea. Why don't you and I go over to your apartment? I'll fix you a big bowl of ice cream and we can watch a movie or something. And then you don't have to be alone. Being alone sucks when you're sad." Julia nodded her head in consent, forcing back a few tears, and said, "Yes, it does. Well, if you're sure, you can follow me back to my place." Stunned, she turned and walked out of the bar with Jacob close behind. [i]Why is he doing this? I told him we couldn't have sex. I really hope he isn't disappointed later.[/i] After they were inside and comfortably cozied up on the couch with ice cream, Jacob put his arm around Julia's shoulder. She leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder. In the back of her mind, she wondered if there was a penalty for not having sex with an It's Just Sex match. After another minute, she decided she didn't care. For the first time in her adult life, she was going to do what felt good. They chatted about her work and his family. He asked about her kids, looking at their pictures on the wall. The conversation was smooth and seamless and then finally, a comfortable silence settled over them. Time drifted away and everything was still. Julia closed her eyes and rested. When she felt Jacob's lips brush over hers, she wasn't surprised. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world. She kissed him back and he could feel the months of unfulfilled longing in her soft mouth. Her hands went to his face and she felt the strong line of his jaw and his slightly stubbly cheek. He wrapped his arms around her and she gave herself up to him for a moment. The kissing was magical, bringing her to life. His lips conveyed a perfect balance of tenderness and desire that Julia hadn't experienced since college. He was telling her that he was there for her, right now, to do exactly as she wished. Oh God, this felt so good… And then, bam! Julia was slammed back to reality. She pulled back from the kiss reluctantly, put her hand flat against his chest and said, "We should probably stop this." Biting her lip, she whispered, "I have my period, now. I'm bleeding, remember?" Jacob's look of frank sincerity erased her embarrassment as he whispered back, "Are you wearing a tampon?" Julia nodded and he resumed kissing her, this time with even more passion. She tried to ask, "Are you sure?" But his mouth covered hers and he laughed as he pushed her gently back into the couch cushions. He worked his way down her neck and seemed delighted to find a very sensitive spot in the hollow of her collar bone. He licked it tenderly, stroking it with the tip of his tongue until she was squirming under him. Jacob smiled up at Julia and started unbuttoning her blouse. When he peeled it open, he was delighted to find her bra-less beneath. "I'm so sorry. I'm not wearing a bra. My breasts are just too tender when it's that time of the month." "Shhhhh, you're fine, Beautiful. You're just perfect. I'll be careful here if you're tender. Please tell me if I hurt you." He carefully lifted one breast ever so slightly and lightly ran his thumb over her already-hard nipple. She sighed contentedly. Jacob delicately licked the place his thumb had just teased and Julia moaned. Following her cues, he began to explore her breast and nipple with his mouth and tongue. Julia was quickly at the edge of an orgasm. "Please…" she whispered. "'Please' what, Beautiful?" "No, nothing. Never mind." "Is there something you'd like? What can I do?" "No, this is good. Whatever you want. It all feels good," she murmured. It was apparent to Jacob that she needed something but he couldn't figure out why she wouldn't just tell him. She was uncomfortable asking for anything. He hoped that she would at least be able to receive his gift but he was starting to have doubts. When Ms. Harris had told him that Julia was 'a pleaser' that needed to be attended to, he had been excited. He loved giving women pleasure, especially women who routinely denied themselves. Jacob decided right then to pull out all the stops and really make Julia happy. He kissed and nipped his way down her soft belly. She started making sweet noises, almost like a kitten searching for milk. As he leaned in to breathe on her pubic mound, she laced her fingers through his hair. Her mind was reeling. Was he really going to go down on her? It had been ages since a man had done that. She loved oral sex. The last man she slept with said that the blowjob she'd given him rivaled the second coming of Christ. But no one had reciprocated. And now, this handsome, sweet and very gifted man was about to dine at the Y. The alarm bells started in her head, [i]Stop him! Remind him that the timing is bad. He's not going to like this once he gets down there![/i] She started to push his head back a little, but he shook his head at her and laughed a little. She lay there with her eyes closed, waiting. Breathless. Hungry. Julia felt his fingers spread her slightly and then there was a pause. She was certain he was about to change his mind when she heard his voice. "Well, you're beautiful. Simply beautiful." He leaned in and stroked her clit with his tongue. A ripple of pure joy ran through her from head to toe and she felt her pussy lightly contract under his tongue. He started to lick her seriously, paying careful attention to her 'hot spots,' the places that seemed to generate the best responses. In just a couple of minutes, his mouth was playing her sex with the mastery of a professional musician. She soared to the edge of an orgasm, and just as she went over, she thought, "This is really happening…" Then all thoughts were lost and she rode the wave. Jacob wiped his face on his sleeve and looked up at the now glowing Julia, who was breathing deeply with her eyes still closed. He took his shirt off and lay next to her for a second before she opened her eyes to look at him. "Thank you. Thank you so mu…" "There's nothing to thank me for. Now, I need you to do something for me." Julia smiled a naughty little smile and reached down to stroke his already hard cock through his jeans. "Anything you'd like," she answered. "Anything? You'll do anything I ask?" "Pretty much. I think I owe you something." "OK then. Go in the bathroom and take off the rest of your clothes. Find a dark towel and take your tampon out. I'll meet you in the bedroom." He smiled warmly at her. "But. But. Ummm. You know, you don't have to do this. I have other 'skills.' We could skip this if you'd rather." "I know. But I want to put my fingers inside you and make you cum again. And I know that we could skip it. I'm certain you'd take care of me at any point. Right I'm taking care of you. Please, go get the towel." Julia walked into the bathroom, trembling slightly. She stood under the harsh florescent light and looked at herself in the mirror and found a good case of FFF, Freshly Fucked Face. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips slightly swollen, her hair was mussed. She felt quite content with her experience and wasn't sure she could do as he asked. She had gotten the orgasm she had so desperately needed and was ready to reciprocate. It seemed a little greedy to return for more. She took a deep breath and then heard a light knock at the door. "Almost ready?" Jacob quietly asked. The rest of her clothes were quickly stuck in the hamper and a dark towel found. Finally, she removed the tampon, shaking her head and hoping for the best. Entering her bedroom, she found Jacob relaxing on the bed, fully naked with the sheets pulled back and the lights dim. He stood up and wrapped his arms all the way around her tiny frame. "It's going to be OK. I promise." He took the towel and laid it on the bed. "Please, lay with your face down." Julia looked at him confused, but did as she was asked. Once she was settled, she felt a little bit of oil pour into the small of her back. Jacob sat next to her, in the middle of the bed. He massaged her back lightly, taking care to be gentle and erotic at the same time. Each time he passed over her bottom, he traveled a little further between her legs, cupping her round cheeks as he worked. Eventually, she relaxed into his hands. At first, she was so tense that she was shaking slightly. But after a few minutes, her muscles let go and he felt her give in to his desire to please her. She sighed. And then he heard those sweet kitten noises again. He continued the massage, becoming more erotic a little at a time. She spread her legs ever so slightly for him and he noticed her hips rising to meet his hands, but just a little. At the point where she was in a dreamy state of strong arousal, he leaned down and whispered into her ear, "In just a minute, I'm going to put two fingers inside you and make you cum. It's going to be very intense. If it's too much for you, tell me to stop and I will. But try to stay with it, I promise you'll like it. OK, here I go. You feel so nice in there. I'm going to count down from ten and by the time I get to zero, you're going to be in the middle of an orgasm. Ready?" She didn't believe him. No one had ever made her cum in ten seconds. But he didn't sound pompous or arrogant. Just kind and very confident. "Ten… nine… eight…" What was he doing with his fingers? That was simply amazing. Julia had never felt anything like that. "Seven… six… five…" She realized she was moaning, and it was loud. He was right, this was the most intense thing she had ever felt. She could feel the orgasm shooting straight at her. "Four… three… two…" Oh no! She was going to pee! No, wait. She wasn't going to pee. Everything went white behind her eyes as she let out a keening wail. "One. Now. Please cum for me now…" But she couldn't even hear him over the sound of her own pleasure filling her head. He kept working those fingers as wave after wave of orgasm rolled over her, each even more intense than the one before. She was vaguely aware of him saying encouraging words, but she honestly didn't care. This felt too good, she wasn't going to break the spell. Julia had no idea how long it went on. A minute? Two? Ten? It just got better and better. Finally, she had to make it stop. "Please… I need to… breathe. Just a minute, please…" Jacob slowly and gently slid his fingers out of her now drenched pussy and sat next to her for a moment. When she didn't move or speak, he lay down along side her and pulled the blanket up over both of them. She rolled onto her side and snuggled against his warmth. This time, she kissed him. She searched his mouth with her tongue, tasting and teasing. She snaked a hand down between them and found his cock still hard and stroked him. His breathing grew ragged under her mouth and she felt the familiar delight in knowing that she was pleasing him. She lifted her top leg and wrapped it around his waist, using it to pull his body closer. Still stroking him, she guided him to her entrance and placed the head right there. She broke the kiss long enough to say, "Fuck Me Now." He drove himself into her with a thrust that filled her in one fast stroke. Her breath caught in her throat as she started kissing him again. A few fast strokes set the tone, and he easily rolled them both over so she was on her back with her legs wrapped around his waist. He leaned up to watch her face and was pleased with what he saw. She was lost in this moment. Eyes closed, head thrown back, lips parted. She had one hand on her breast, pulling gently at the nipple and the other was between her legs playing with her clit while he continued fucking her. Her hips were coming up to meet his again and again and she was propelling herself into another glorious orgasm that shook her body and then left her still and panting. Jacob slowed down his thrusts and came close to hold Julia in her afterglow. "Please," she whispered. "It's your turn. I don't think I can do anymore." "You're sure?" "Mmm-hmmm. I'm so happy, and so satisfied. Please, just tell me how to make you happy now." Jacob didn't answer with words. Instead he kissed her tenderly on the cheek, jawbone and neck while using long, slow, deep thrusts to bring himself closer and closer. She could feel his body slowly growing tense, feel his cock getting even harder inside her. His orgasm was so important to her now; she wanted to bring him as much pleasure as she'd had, but it didn't seem possible. Her fingers found his hard nipples and started to pull and twist them. That seemed to be just thing. He pushed into her even deeper and then went rigid as he moaned in a final release of pure released. Julia smiled to herself and gently pulled him in to rest on top of her. They dozed quietly for a few minutes. He rolled over, so that he was next to her again and she felt a quick wave of sadness wash over her. "I'm sure you have to go now…" her voice trailed off. "I have no where to be. Except right here." He spooned into her backside and buried his face in her hair. "Rest well, Beautiful." Julia smiled again as she dozed off again into a peaceful slumber. Around 5:00 a.m. she rolled over and remembered that Jacob was still with her. She ran a hand up the inside of his thigh and was surprised to find him very very hard. Tentatively she stroked him. He surprised her by rolling over and deftly pulling her hands up over her head and holding them there. His knee nudged her legs apart and he slid two fingers from his other hand inside her. Immediately he found that magical spot in her sex and started working it. "Five… four… three… two… one…" "Oh Fuck!" And Julia was off on another wave of overwhelming orgasm, this time even sweeter for having her hands restrained. It's Just Sex! Ch. 05 In these early morning hours, she didn't have the stamina she'd had the night before and it wasn't long before she was begging for him to let up. He smiled at her and replaced his fingers with his hardness. It was sweet sex in the pre-dawn light as he filled her up and found an easy rhythm that brought her another orgasm, followed soon thereafter with one for him as well. He collapsed on the bed and they both fell immediately back to sleep. Several hours later, Julia felt Jacob stir. She slowly opened her eyes and found him lying next to her, watching her contentedly. "I bet you haven't eaten a proper meal in days," he said. "I know that I hardly ever remember to eat when I've had a death in my family. Let's run down to that diner and I'll buy you a steak and egg breakfast." Julia giggled like a school girl and followed him out of bed and into the shower. He took his time, soaping her up gently and then rinsing her off. Jacob even washed her hair for her. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so nurtured. Blissfully, she toweled off and dressed. Breakfast was peaceful and delicious. Jacob was right; she hadn't eaten a decent meal since her grandmother had died a few days before. With work and the kids, she hardly had time, but throw grieving and guilt into the mix, it was a losing battle. When the check came, she reached for her wallet, but he laughed and flipped a credit card playfully at the waitress before she had a chance to protest. Jacob drove Julia home, holding her hand. When they pulled up in front of her apartment, she looked at him nervously. "Feeling shy all of a sudden?" he queried. She shook her head. "What's up, Beautiful?" "I just don't know how I could ever thank you for last night. I was at the bottom of the heap when we were on the phone. It means so much to me…" "Aww, don't thank me. Please don't thank me. I did what I did because I like to do it. It's so much fun to bring someone to mind-blowing orgasm. It makes me feel powerful and very satisfied. But a 'pleaser' like you already knows that, don't you?" She smiled with recognition at his words. Yes, she very much liked the powerful feeling of getting someone off, and doing it well. And now that she knew what it was like to be on the receiving end, she was certain that her future partners were going to have a higher standard to live up to. Jacob leaned across and cupped her face in his hands. "I had a wonderful time last night. Thank you…" and then he kissed her with tenderness. Julia slid out of his car, and walked on a cloud back into her apartment. When she reached her doorway she broke out into one of her famous laughs, and gave herself up to the delight she felt. *********** When her phone rang the next morning, Julia was pleasantly surprised to hear Ms. Harris on the other end. "I trust Jacob was able to meet your needs?" she asked with barely disguised mirth in her voice. "Oh, yes. He was wonderful. I've never been so well taken care of, Ms. Harris. It was like he…" she trailed off. It seemed like it would somehow break the spell he had woven around her if she tried to explain it to anyone else. "It was perfect. Thank you so much." "You're quite welcome. Feel free to give us a call if you're ever in need again. Good-bye Julia." Julia hung up with a big smile on her face. "I might just do that." It's Just Sex! Ch. 07 Michael was unsure of this whole thing. As most should be, he was skeptical about a dating service, especially one that centers on sex. Michael delayed for months, but finally decided to try the service. Now, Michael, twenty-five, eagerly waited the date that had been set up. He is quite nervous, as is his usual, but especially so for this date. He sat on the edge of his bed, contemplating the clothing choices before him. Michael is just under five foot nine, one hundred-fifty pounds. He is a stick of a person, his whole body can be described as skinny. His close cut brown hair didn't require any maintenance. "Just Sex" He thought. He breathed deeply and calculatingly finished dressing. Nice but not too nice, casual but not too casual. Michael can't really be described as sexually experienced, granted he is no virgin, but he is by no means a 'ladies man'. However, with the internet, Michael is quite knowledgeable when it comes to sex. He has strengthened his kegels muscles, and can now control himself very well. His date is quite the opposite. It isn't fair to call her a slut, but she has a lot of sex; A frequenter of the It's Just Sex organization. Jennifer is a shade over six feet tall with shoes on. She is the kind of woman that exists in most offices. She is flirty with the guys, very cute, and quite hot. Her legs seem to go on and on. Simply looking at her is somehow calming. A man could easily be aroused by a woman, but someone appreciating Jennifer will peacefully survey her as if she were a golden sunset. Her long straight brown hair flows as she walks. Her skinny tall frame is accompanied by medium breast. Big enough to be noticed, but not overpowering the image of her. Her bust is well rounded, she likes to wear a large B, but is actually a Small C. She walks so confidently, not looking for approval, nor asking for attention, just her. Michael left his apartment and hailed a taxi. He paid the driver, and exited toward the bar. "This is it" he thought, walking in with his heart racing. His eyes made a quick sweep of the mostly empty bar, before deciding that she had not yet arrived. He took a stool at the end of the bar. The second he sat down, he spotted Jennifer walking toward him. Jennifer was wearing a blue flowery dress, it was low cut exposing the tops of her pushed up tits. She sat down beside Michael, and looked at him like one would look at a used car. "uhh. Hi" Michael nearly choked. "Jennifer" She said, smiling warmly and extending her hand. He uncomfortably shook her hand, hoping she wouldn't feel the sweat on his palms. "Michael" He said. He was sitting facing the bar, she was facing him. She placed her hand on his thigh, leaning slightly on him. "What'd you have in mind?" She asked him. "uhh. Well, I thought we could…go back to my place, or your place, and we could uhh have sex" he said, stumbling through the words. "You don't sound very confident" Jennifer said, pouting her lips. "You want me to take control?" She asked. "Sure" he said, not really sure what that meant. A moment later he hoped it didn't mean any kind of bondage, but he couldn't say anything anyway. "Let's go" Jennifer said, grabbing his hand, and quickly turning to walk out, pulling him behind her. Once back outside, Jennifer quickly hailed a taxi, and toted him in behind her. She directed the driver to her apartment. "How's my place sound?" She asked Michael, her voice as warm as ever. "Great" He replied. They sat in silence briefly. Jennifer's hand again found his thigh. "So uhh, what do you do?" He asked her. "I am an executive assistant" She said in her official business voice. "And you?" "Office Technical Manager" He replied. Typical office jobs all around. Jennifer's small hand slowly started to massage up and down his thigh. Jennifer's confident brown eyes gazed into Michael's uneasy brown eyes. "How big is your cock?" Jennifer asked, back into her warm voice, it was loud enough for the driver to hear. "Maybe you will find out" Michael said, trying to gain some control in the conversation. "Maybe" Jennifer said, biting her lip and looking down to where her hand still was. She gently moved her hand, pressing against his jeans, up against his crotch. She felt his cock growing. Her fingers traced the outline of him in his jeans, gently caressing. It gave his cock a tease, to which it responded. Jennifer put her other hand on his neck, and leaned her face right up to his shoulder. "Want me to suck your cock?" She whispered in his ear. "Now?" He tried to whisper in response, but his voice failed to work, but the expression was more than enough to get his nervous point across. "Why not?" She asked, using her normal warm voice again. His cock had grown noticeably between her fingers. "Six inches?" She asked him, surveying him. "Six and a quarter" He said. "Not that I measure or anything" he started to relax a little. "You didn't answer my question" She said, lightly stroking his cock through his jeans now. "I wouldn't be opposed to it" He said, smiling. She briefly looked down at his pants, then looked back up at him. "If I am going to do this, I am going to do it right" She said. Jennifer leaned in a little closer, whispering "I am going to make you cum hard and fast. Don't hold back, I can take it." That surprised Michael a little bit. Jennifer placed her lips together on his cheek, her still wet lipstick leaving a kiss. She slowly pulled his head toward her, extending her tongue. She lightly licked her tongue across his closed lips, before lowering her head. She unzipped his pants, and pulled his near fully erect cock through his boxers. Her open mouth hovered above his cock. Michael sat back, relaxing, placing his hand on her back, rubbing her approvingly. Her hair obstructed any view downstairs, but he didn't need to look. Jennifer's tender lips met the head of his cock, caressing the smooth tip of his dick. She opened her lips, sliding her tongue down the side of him, a slow drip of saliva ran down his six inches. Her warm wet mouth embraced him, sliding down his shaft. He shuddered in pleasure as her mouth fully engulfed him. His cock in her throat, her tongue massaged the length of him all at once. Jennifer began swirling her tongue as she slowly moved her head up and down. Michael moaned without thinking. He suddenly realized, his eyes wide, that the driver knew what was going on. He looked up and saw the driver eyeing them in the mirror. He feared she would stop, but she didn't seem to care. The warm wet sloppy blowjob continued. Michael felt much more confident now. He slid his hand down her backside, lifting the back of her dress up. His hand felt her moist panties, and carefully he tugged on her underwear enough to expose her pussy. His index finger felt her wet lips, whilst her mouth bobbed up and down on his cock a little more feverishly. His finger gently parted her lips, teasing her slit. Jennifer, not to be shown up in any way, started to blow Michael like there was no tomorrow. Her lips slid up and down his shaft, her tongue flicking and massaging all around the head, her cheeks sucked in, her mouth sucking hard on him. Her hand cupped and massaged his balls. Jennifer gently moaned, vibrating his cock slightly. Jennifer gave superior head. Michael couldn't believe it, but he was already about to cum. He heeded her advice, and allowed his excitement to build. She sensed his proximity to orgasm, and plunged her mouth all the way down on his cock, again deepthroating him. Her tongue milked the length of his cock. Michael exploded in Jennifer's mouth, filling her with jizz. She tried to take it all straight down her throat, but the sheer size of his load backed up into her mouth. She moaned as he did, swallowing everything he gave her. Jennifer played with his now oversensitive member. She sat up, licking her lips. Michael put his cock away, and zipped his pants back up. "Thanks" He said. "What do you mean thanks?" She asked. Michael looked at her unsurely. "You aren't going to thank me with words" She said, a devilish smile creeping up on her face. The driver pulled to a stop. Michael paid the driver and they got out of the taxi. Jennifer held Michael's hand, again toting him, and pulled him into her building. They briefly waited for the elevator, then boarded the empty elevator. Jennifer pressed the button for her floor, and the doors closed. "Want to do it in here?" She asked him. "Maybe we should go somewhere more intimate" he said, unsurely. "Don't worry, I was kidding" She said, smiling at him. "But still" She said in a deep sexy voice. She pushed him against the side of the elevator, pushing her body against his. Her hands pinned his shoulders back, his hands held the back of her waist. Jennifer was a few inches taller, and as such, she had the natural control in their actions. Jennifer pressed her mouth against his, her tongue protruding between her open lips. He kissed back, his lips surrounding her tongue. Their mouths melted together, the slight taste of cum lingering. The elevator dinged, announcing their arrival at her floor. Jennifer walked out of the elevator, not pulling Michael behind her. He stayed against the wall, as if he couldn't walk without her guide. He suddenly realized he shouldn't fall behind, and walked out quickly behind her. She strode down the hallway to her door, and opened it. She pushed the door open, and leaned against the frame, waiting for him to walk in. Michael slowly walked inside. Jennifer pulled the door closed behind her, flicking on the lights. Michael stood just inside the door nervously. Jennifer grabbed his hand and led him straight to her bedroom. They stood at the foot of her queen sized bed. "Right to the point" Michael said. "I am going to take a shower. Make yourself at home" Jennifer said. She pulled her arms through the straps of her dress, dropping it to the floor. She quickly walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Michael sat on the edge of her bed. "Why didn't I do this a long time ago" He thought to himself. He pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. "Should I take a peek?" He thought, hearing the shower running. He walked towards the bathroom door, dropping his pants and underwear on the short walk over there. Michael slowly turned the know, cracking the door. Jennifer was in the shower, he could see her silhouette in the curtain. He cautiously walked to the back of the shower, peeking inside. Jennifer's body was glorious. Her natural tone was just the right slight brown that looked perfect. Her smooth skin was so inviting. The water poured over her round ass. Michael was hard again. Now he wondered if he should do something or just wait for her to get out of the shower. Before he decided, she acted. Jennifer's right hand was buried between her legs, and she started to moan gently. He watched a little while longer before deciding he should go out and wait. He closed the door behind him. Michael dug a condom out of his jeans laying on the floor. He set the condom on her dresser. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the bathroom door. The water turned off. A minute later, Jennifer opened the door, wrapped in a white towel. "I thought for sure you would come into the shower" Jennifer said. "I was tempted" "I see you are hard again. Looks like it is playtime" Jennifer dropped the towel, for what she thought was the great exposing. "Actually I peeked in there. Looked like you were doing alright by yourself" "I got impatient waiting for you" Jennifer said, picking up the condom off her dresser. She started to open it. "No. It's your turn" Michael said confidently, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards him. He laid her on her back beside him, her feet still on the floor. Michael got on his knees, gently pushing her thighs apart. Her pussy was inches in front of his face. He ran his hands up and down her smooth legs, feeling every inch of her. Her took his time, touching her all over, but not touching the most sensitive area. "Get to it already" She said, trying to sound impatient but sounding nice as always. Michael's mouth hovered, open, over her slit, his warm breath washing up against her. His tongue extended, the tip barely caressing the outside of her lips. His hands still felt up and down her legs softly. He leaned in, pressing his tongue inside of her, parting her lips. His lips pressed against hers, her juices moistening everything. Michael's tongue lapped up and down her pussy, then he would use his lips and poke with his tongue, altering with several variations. Jennifer moaned louder and louder as he went, her wet slit receiving his mouth. Michael kept at it for some time, bringing Jennifer up near orgasm. Her stomach rose and fell rapidly, her body sweating as she neared climax. The last straw came when Michael started using his finger to massage her clit. Her loud moans filled the room, her legs closing around him. Michael just kept on eating her as she came. Jennifer laid back, her heart beating heavily. "Are you hard?" She asked, looking straight up. Michael didn't respond, he grabbed the condom from the dresser and opened it. He stood up, looking over her. Her body glistened from sweat, she seemed to glow in post orgasmic grandeur. He applied the love glove. Her hand reached out, wrapping around his throbbing member. She sat up on the edge of the bed, gripping his cock in her hand. "Fill me up" She said provocatively. Jennifer hopped back up on the bed, up on all fours facing away from Michael. She looked back at him over her shoulder, smiling. He got up on the bed, on his knees behind her. His hands felt her smooth round ass, her soft skin, and smelled her juices. He took his cock in his hand, and led it to her inviting slit. Now she got to feel his cock in full effect. His just over six inches didn't fill her all the way, but enough, and he was not too thick either. He had the perfect fucking cock, big enough to get the full effect, but small enough that she wouldn't feel the effects for days. Michael slowly worked up his pumps, stroking ever faster and harder. Her juices were flowing. His hands held her hips, countering his humps. Their bodies smacked together on every stroke. Jennifer dropped down, pressing her face into the bed. Michael still fucked her from behind as her arms stretched out, hands clenching onto the blanket. Their moans were loud enough that her neighbors surely knew what was going on. "Stop" Jennifer said, panting. Michael stopped. She struggled to flip herself onto her back. "Ok" Michael penetrated her again, now missionary position, her legs spread out wide. He propped himself up with his hands on either side of her chest. He was thrusting up and down against her, her tits gyrating just in front of him. He felt her pussy tightening around him. Jennifer's hands groped his body, her eyes closed, mouth open in awe. She came explosively, hitting the high note with her passionate screams. Michael didn't even slow down, persisting with his fucking. He lowered down, lying on top of her, slowing to gentle thrusts, he felt and massaged her round tits, their cheeks pressed together. "Oh my god" Jennifer said in a near whisper. Michael brought himself face to face with Jennifer. Their eyes locked together, their bodies still thrusting up and down slightly. "Let's switch places" Jennifer said. Michael held onto her and rolled them both over. He was on his back, she was straddling him, her tits hanging right in front of his face. Jennifer rocked her hips up and down, grinding against him. She fucked him harder and faster than he had her. Their bodies were really smacking hard now, the whole bed rocking against the wall. "I want your cum" Jennifer screamed, her back arching hard, looking at the ceiling. Michael's hands were playing wither her nipples as they fucked. Her hair hung down, trying to cover her tits but failing. Jennifer was trying to get him off now, really going hard to impress him. Michael started to feel himself getting close, but he contracted his pc muscles, stopping his impending orgasm in its tracks. He could hold it for hours. Jennifer kept trying, pounding and pounding. She came again, her sounds of passion reverberating in the room. She collapsed onto his chest, sweat running down both their bodies. Her hair was messed up badly. "You are still hard" She said in disbelief. "Want me to fuck you now?" He offered to take control. "No. I am going to get you off" She persisted. Jennifer turned herself around, getting them to the sixty-nine position. Her pussy was now a red wet mess, she had taken and administered quite a pounding. Michael groped her ass, pulling his head up so his tongue could meet her lips. Jennifer now had his juice drenched cock in front of her face. It made her mouth water just looking at it. She figured that alternating the hard pounding with soft caresses should do the trick. While he was already going to town with her, she softly licked and poked his head with her tongue. Then she took just half his cock into her mouth, using her lips, cheek, tongue, and sucking power to try and get him off. But Michael was able to hold himself from cumming. After a while, they both increased the intensity of their head. She was close to deepthroating him, and he was using fingers and working her clit hard. Her frustration as well as enjoyment hit a new high when he worked her g-spot and clit at the same time. She came again, surprising her greatly. Michael now laid his head back, resting his neck, but still lightly finger fucking her post orgasmic pussy. She pulled her mouth off of his cock. "I sucked you off in the car so you would stay hard in the bedroom, but not this long" She said bewildered. She stroked his cock, not wanting to lose progress. "Well, do you want to do anal or another position or something?" He asked. "I don't even want to think about taking more pounding right now" She said. "Well, what do you want to do? I am up for it" He offered. "I just want to finish you off and be done, so we can relax" Jennifer said. "Okay" Michael replied. "But you won't cum" She said. "Try it again" He said. Now he stopped holding back. Jennifer pulled off his condom, hoping to give him a better feel to get him off. She sucked and slurped on him again, his cock now dripping in saliva. Michael felt the tinge and allowed it to happen, finally unleashing a giant wave of pleasure through him, and pulsing cum into her mouth for the second time this night. She was surprised by it, but swallowed nearly all of it, some jizz persisting on her lips. Jennifer turned around and laid down beside Michael, resting her cheek on his chest. They both breathed heavily, recovering from the extended fuck session. After a few minutes of relaxed silence Michael said "Now what?" "I need a shower" She said. "Me too" The duo was too tired to do anything. They spent half an hour laying there together, before getting up and walking into the bathroom. She turned on the hot water, and they stood together under the falling water, melting away. After they dried off, Michael dressed and left, Michael wouldn't stop thinking of her smile or her face for an entire day. * "On a scale from one to ten, how would you rate your date?" Ms. Harris asked Jennifer. Jennifer thought hard for a minute. "Twelve" She said. "Could you describe the date" "Well, lets just say he has endurance. And he is a good lover, he was good at just about everything. He didn't try to push me around or anything, he was sweet and pushed all my buttons." Her beaming smile said it all. "Would you go out with him again?" "For sex, or like to date?" "For sex" "Absolutely. In fact I plan on calling him today" Jennifer said. It's Just Sex! Ch. 07 "Was he endowed as his profile claimed?" Ms. Harris asked. "Yes he was really that size." "Ok. That's all my questions. We'll contact you" Jennifer shook Ms. Harris's hand and walked out. * "On a scale from one to ten, how would you rate your date?" "Ten" Michael said confidently "Could you describe the date?" "We met at a bar. We got a taxi back to her place. She gave me head in the taxi. Then we got back to her apartment and made love in several positions. She came probably four or five times." "Would you go out with her again?" "Definitely. I am going to try to take her out again" "Okay, that answers all my questions" They shook hands and Michael walked out. The Next Day "Hello?" Michael asked. "Hi. It's Jennifer" She replied on the other end of the line. "Oh Hi" He said excitedly, "I was about to call you." "So I was thinking. Do you want to get together again?" She asked. "Yeah. I had a great time" Michael replied. "How about Friday. My place" She said. "Okay. What time?" "See you at eight?" "Ok." Friday was five days away. Jennifer really needed time to recover. She forced herself to abstain until then. Michael did the same. The week dragged on for both of them, Friday did finally come however. Friday night Michael arrived at her door a minute before eight. Within ten seconds of her answering the door, they were shedding their clothes in her bedroom. This time she was prepared for an extended fuck session. Michael fucked her for over two hours, bringing her to seven orgasms that stacked up, running together. They used up every position they could think of, rocking the bed in every which way, pounding her pussy into submission. Finally, Michael blasted his giant load all over her tits and stomach. They showered together, and returned to lay in the bed. "I think I am falling in love with you" Michael said after a pause. "Michael. I don't feel that way about you." She replied. "You don't?" he asked astonished. "I thought for sure you were sending me these signals." "It's just sex" She said. "But I mean, your smile, your voice, like right now. We aren't having sex, we did that, now we are laying naked in your bed." "Michael. Everyone is horny. Why is it that we have to pleasure ourselves? Why can't people just get together and have sex that for fun? That's what this is for" She explained. "But even within this, couldn't some people fall for each other." He asked. "Yes, but its not about love for me, its about sex." She said. "Can't it be both?" "If you keep pushing it, then we can't have sex anymore. If you do fall in love with me, then we wouldn't be able to be together at all." She said. "All we can do is be friends, and have crazy awesome sex together." "How about we get together every weekend?" She asked. "But what happens if you get a boyfriend?" He asked. "I'm too busy. My career is number one in my life. I can't be bothered with a relationship. I just need enough sex to get me by. I don't even plan on getting married or having kids." She said. "Aren't you afraid of being lonely?" Michael asked. "Yes, but my career is too important to me. So, you want to stay the night?" She asked. In the middle of the night, she woke up from their lovely spooning. She woke Michael up and they fucked again in the middle of the night. Then they fucked off and on all day Saturday afternoon. Saturday night came and they were too tired to shower. Michael spent the night again. They laid awake, tired, but unable to sleep. "Are you sure you don't feel anything for me?" He asked. "I don't know. I love sex with you so much, I am not sure." "Do you want to move in together?" Michael boldly asked. "What!?!" Jennifer asked stunned. "Think about it. We both at least like each other. We get along fine. We are both pre-occupied with our careers. Neither of us want the three kids and a house way of life. And neither of us are likely to ever find love. So why not just live together and have all the sex we want, and be good friends." At first it sounded preposterous, but now it made sense to Jennifer. She really didn't see herself ever falling in love. The best thing she could imagine for herself was having crazy awesome sex whenever she wanted, and Michael could supply that for her. "I'll think about it." A month later, they did, in fact, move in together. They lived together for years. They were indistinguishable from a married couple. The only difference was they acknowledged that they didn't love each other or delude themselves with the typical couple stuff. They kept sex fresh, even continuing to use It's Just Sex both individually and in three-ways. They became the ultimate example of living a life described by the term "It's Just Sex"