0 comments/ 2936 views/ 0 favorites Reta By: Scorpio58 RETA Din fericire, uneori golanii si-o mai iau si pe coaja... Dr_Vlad, multumesc pentru timpul acordat parcurgerii acestui text inainte de a fi facut public. Sunt pe cale, contrar principiilor mele, sa dau bataie... E vara, la pranz, cand majoritatea oamenilor sunt la munca sau acasa, cand imi este dat sa asist la urmatoarea scena... Chiar vis-a-vis, pe bulevard, pe peretele unui bloc este instalat un telefon public, fara cabina. O tanara, a carei varsta n-o pot ghici de la distanta asta, se apropie si se pregateste sa dea un telefon. Introduce moneda si incepe sa formeze numarul, cand, din spatele ei, apar trei bagabonti, unul dintre ei apropiindu-se chiar in spatele ei. Isi flexeaza genunchii in spatele genunchilor tipei, lovind-o, astfel incat, ea, involuntar, isi flexeaza genunchii si cade cu curul drept pe pula golanului... Este un banc tampit, pe care, in general, unii idioti il fac, insa cu persoane cunoscute, nu asa, la misto, pe strada... Javrele incep sa rada, in hohote, iar cand tipa se intoarce spre atacatorul ei, acesta o apuca de ceafa si o obliga sa se aplece, mimand ca-i da sa-i suga pula... Retineti, in mijlocul zilei, in plin bulevard... Nu se multumeste cu atat! O impinge, violent, spre peretele blocului, facand-o sa se loveasca cu umarul de cutia metalica ce protejeaza telefonul... Dar nu-i destul! Ii altoieste o palma peste ochi si o mai si ciupeste de un sfarc! Habar n-am ce idei mai avea, intrucat, intre timp, varful piciorului meu este deja intre bucile curului lui. Nu sunt fotbalist, insa, credeti-ma, daca trag un sut, chiar stiu sa-l trag... Tipul, efectiv, o ia in zbor planat si se infige in peretele blocului, apoi se prelinge... Nu stau sa vad consecintele, ca ma intorc spre ceilalti doi. Tarziu! Deja tipii au luat-o la sanatoasa, asa ca revin la baiatul asta plin de initiativa... O ia si el la sanatoasa, in directie opusa, insa, facand un efort, reusesc sa-l prind din urma si sa-i altoiesc un picior chiar in spatele calcaiului, facandu-l sa se intinda pe jos, din zbor planat, julindu-se oribil pe maini, nas si barbie... Se ridica, totusi, destul de zglobiu, insa vazand cat de aproape sunt de el, se arunca in genunchi si incepe sa tipe: - Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh" Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh! Ajutoooooor! Sariti ca ma omoara!... Plange jigodia... Sincer, n-am nici o pofta sa ajung la militie, sa dau cu subsemnatul, asa ca-l las dracului si ma intorc. Pun receptorul telefonului la loc in furca, apoi o iau de brat pe fata si o iau din loc... Sunt la mine in cartier, asa ca stiu bine locurile, inclusiv scarile blocurilor care au corespondent in cealalta parte... O bag, aproape cu forta intr-una dintre scari si iesim in cealalta parte... Nu peste mult timp, o conduc pe terasa unei carciumi destul de discrete, cu gard la exterior, astfel incat, din strada, nu se vede... Ospatarita ma stie, asa ca se misca rapid si ne aduce doua sticle de apa minerala. Nu se poate abtine -- se uita insistent la fata, care este cam ravasita si la mine... Ii explic, soptit, ca fata a fost agresata de niste golani... Imediat o apuca pe fata de mana: - Hai, draguta, vino cu mine! Trebuie sa te aranjezi un pic... In mai putin de zece minute imi aduce inapoi la masa o fata aratand sensibil mai bine, cu parul pieptanat, fata spalata, cu bluza cea galbena aratand ca lumea si cu fusta lafel... Imi zambeste: - Iat-o, eroule, e toata a matale... Apoi, in soapta, imi spune: - Nici nu stii ce rau imi pare ca n-am avut sansa sa vad cum ii tragi sutul in fund nemernicului!... Da sa plece, insa isi aminteste ceva: - Acum, stimate domn, da-mi voie sa ti-o prezint pe Reta -- are nouasprezece ani de-abia impliniti, este studenta in primul an la limbi straine, iar de telefonat, vroia sa-i telefoneze matusii, care locuieste pe aici, pe aproape, intentionand sa-i faca o vizita... Iar isi aminteste de ceva: - Inainte de a pleca, domnisoara, sa vii in spate, s-o suni pe matusica de la noi... Reta zambeste, lasandu-ma sa vad ca nu numai ca are un par frumos, saten deschis, o pereche frumoasa de ochi verzi, dar si niste dinti de vedeta... Ii multumeste ospataritei, care nu pierde ocazia, din nou, sa mi se adreseze: - Si-acuma, domnule, n-ai decat sa i te prezinti acestei domnite atat de frumoase!... Imi face cu ochiul, apoi, in timp ce se indeparteaza: - Noroc sa va dea Dumnezeu!... In sfarsit, singuri -- cu toate ca, sincer, nu prea stiu ce ne-am fi facut fara ajutorul acestei doamne... Ma prezint, ii povestesc ce-i cu mine, ce fac, mentionand ca, intamplator, locuiesc in cartier. Aflu ca matusica locuieste la doar un bloc distanta fata de locul unde s-a intamplat incidentul... Insist sa-i povestesc ca bagabontii sunt straini de acest cartier, asa ca, cel mai probabil, dupa "lectia" de astazi, n-or sa mai calce pe aici... Biata fata inca mai tremura, asa ca insist sa mai bea niste apa. De fapt, ca sa poata sa duca paharul la gura, este fortata sa tina paharul cu amandoua mainile... Ma apuca si pe mine tremurul nervos si regretul ca, in ultima clipa, am renuntat sa-i mai articulez nemernicului un sut in diafragma, sa-l las un pic mai mult fara aer... Dupa o jumatate de ora, cer nota, insa mi se spune ca e din partea casei, asa ca multumim frumos, iar ospatarita o ia pe Reta si o conduce la telefon. Matusa este acasa, asa ca Reta ma roaga frumos s-o insotesc. Hopa! Stai ca intram in familie! In fine, accept invitatia si mergem in vizita la matusica... Nu stau sa va mai descriu starile prin care trece biata femeie, de la disperare, teama, pana la satisfactie, auzind prin ce a trecut nepoata-sa... Intr-un final, sare la mine si ma pupa, zgomotos, pe amandoi obrajii. Doamne! Simt cum ma inrosesc!... La naiba, am, deja, douazeci si trei de ani!... Nu putem scapa de acolo in mai putin de doua ore, timp in care suntem imbuibati cu tot felul de prajiturele si alte dulciuri... La plecare, matusa ma roaga s-o conduc pe Reta la statia de taxiuri si sa stau cu ea pana gaseste unul, ca s-o stie in siguranta. Fac mai mult de atat. O conduc pe Reta pana la ea acasa -- un apartament inchiriat impreuna cu o prietena si colega de facultate. Am uitat sa mentionez ca Reta nu este din Bucuresti, parintii ei fiind de destul de departe -- Reta a insistat sa faca filologia la Bucuresti, convinsa fiind ca aici este cea mai buna facultate... Aici, normal, se reia scena, intrucat trebuie sa astept pana ce Reta termina de povestit aventura, Soniei. Sonia, la randul ei, ma masoara din cap pana-n picioare: - Arati bine si se vede ca esti solid, insa... cu trei tipi?!? Trebuie sa fii foarte curajos, sau, scuze, inconstient!... Ii zambesc: - Si foarte bine antrenat -- aproape zilnic... Simt nevoia sa mai adaug: - De fapt, dupa cum ai auzit, n-am avut, efectiv, de-a face decat cu unul... O dau pe psihologie: - La astia care actioneaza in gasti, esential este sa pui batuta ca lumea pe seful lor -- ceilalti isi vor cam lua talpasita... Sonia ma priveste cu mult interes: - Exista vreo posibilitate in orasul asta ca si noi, fetele, sa ne putem antrena undeva? Zambesc: - Nici nu-ti inchipui cat de la indemana poate fi pentru voi -- chiar vis-a-vis, la Arhitectura, la subsol. - Uau! - Totul e sa mai aiba locuri pentru incepatori. Trebuie sa mergeti si sa vedeti... Se apropie de telefon, ia agenda si-si noteaza numarul meu de telefon, apoi rupe o foaie si il noteaza pe al lor. - Mi-a facut, realmente, placere sa te cunosc, ca sa nu mai vorbesc ce bafta a avut fata asta sa te nimeresti prin preajma... Imi iau ramas bun si plec. Dupa mai bine de doua saptamani primesc un telefon vineri seara. Este Reta, fericita si entuziasta ca atat ea cat si Sonia si-au inceput antrenamentele si ca, daca sunt bun si n-am nimic impotriva, ar vrea sa ne intalnim duminica, pe la zece, in parc, impreuna cu Sonia si prietenul ei... Nu ma pot abtine, glumesc: - Reta draga, dar propunerea asta seamana mai mult a intalnire amoroasa!... - Chiar este! - Uau!... - Iar de data asta, sa stii, vreau ca macar sa te sarut -- chit ca nu doar pe obraji, cum a facut matusa-mea... Pufnim amandoi in ras, apoi stabilim, de comun acord, la ce terasa sa ne vedem, la zece fix. La zece fara doua minute imi fac aparitia si o vad pe Reta cum sare de la masa si vine, in zbor, spre mine, aruncandu-mi-se in brate. Ma ia prin surprindere, sudandu-si buzele de ale mele... Imi revin repede, asa ca-mi bag limba printre buzele ei... Oi avea eu multe defecte, insa, din "constructie", sunt un tip decent, asa ca, observand copii prin preajma, ma desprind de Reta si mentionez: - Copiii... O iau pe Reta de mana si ne indreptam spre masa unde ne asteapta Sonia si prietenul ei, George. Sonia ne aplauda cu entuziasm, facandu-i pe cei de la alte mese sa se uite la noi... Fata asta, Sonia, pare sa fie foarte vorbareata, explicandu-mi ce morala i-a facut Retei ca nu s-a obosit nici macar sa ma sarute drept multumire ca am scapat-o din ghearele infractorilor... Tine sa mentioneze ca sunt un tip foarte prezentabil, iar Reta nu are nici un prieten, nici aici, la Bucuresti si nici acasa la ea... Hait! Trebuie sa fiu atent! Sonia asta e in stare sa manipuleze lucrurile de asa maniera incat risc sa ajung in fata ofiterului starii civile inainte ca sa pot sa-mi dau seama!... Ma caznesc sa schimb subiectul, asa ca le intreb despre antrenamente... Sa te tii entuziasm! Au invatat sa dea cu pumnul, au invatat cum sa loveasca cu piciorul!... Cunosc entuziasmul asta al incepatorilor, asa ca incerc sa le ponderez un pic... Le explic cum e cu entuziasmul si ignoranta incepatorului si cum va trebui sa mai treaca multa apa pe Dambovita si multe antrenamente pana sa se poata aventura intr-o lupta reala... Treaba se realizeaza cu multa transpiratie si nu trebuie sa scoata din ecuatie nici o anumita doza de durere... De asemenea, le avertizez ca, foarte multi, indiferent de sex, dupa circa trei luni considera ca au lucruri mai bune de facut decat sa repete, la nesfarsit, aceleasi si aceleasi miscari... Sonia se uita la mine cu sclipiri de incapatanare in ochi: - Uite, cu martori aici de fata. Daca renunt, te rog sa-mi tragi doua palme peste ochi si sa-mi tragi si un sut in fund! Normal, nu asa de tare cum i l-ai tras aluia!... Toata lumea izbucneste in ras, mai putin eu, care ma multumesc doar sa zambesc... Iar trebuie sa schimb subiectul, asa ca ii intreb cum stau cu muzicile, ce le place, mentionand, normal, ce colectie de muzici de inalta fidelitate si ce scule haioase am eu acasa... Toti par entuziasmati, iar Sonia ma implora sa le dau ocazia sa vina pe la mine sa vada si ei sculele... - Cu multa placere! Oricand! Replica Soniei vine pe nerasuflate: - Ce zici daca venim chiar azi, dupa ce ne plimbam un pic prin parc? - ... Daca am zis ca oricand, este limpede ca si astazi este foarte bine!... La unu suntem deja la mine, iar pe la trei sunt deja obosit si sictirit de cate benzi, discuri si casete a tot trebuit sa pun -- Sonia asta se dovedeste a fi o pisaloaga de prim rang... Ba o vrea pe aia, ba, uitandu-se-n catalog, o vrea pe ailalta!... Fac eforturi serioase sa nu se vada pe fata mea ce sictir m-a apucat... Oricum, se pare ca George se prinde, asa ca se apropie de ea si-i sopteste ceva. Tipa zambeste si-i sopteste si ea ceva lui... Nu stiu cum sunt altii, insa mie personal imi repugna secretomania la mine in apartament... Sonia se ridica si se apropie de Reta -- ii sopteste si ei ceva, apoi il vad pe George ca se ridica, intinzandu-mi mana si multumindu-mi pentru tot. Sonia vine si ea, se repede si ma saruta pe amandoi obrajii, explicandu-mi ca ei se vor retrage, lasandu-ma cu Reta. Ma roaga sa am mare grija de ea si sa tin cont de faptul ca este exagerat de timida, mai ales cand e vorba de dragoste... Imi face cu ochiul, apoi se intoarce spre Reta: - Tine bine minte! Ai grija cum te porti -- nu-l face sa te dea afara, ca daca te prind ca ajungi acasa inainte de unsprezece, iti rup picioarele! Se indreapta spre iesire, insa iar se intoarce: - Si daca, cumva, ai chef sa ramai aici peste noapte, sa-mi dai si mie un telefon, sa nu-mi fac griji... Biata Reta e rosie ca focul -- trebuie sa recunosc ca si eu ma simt cam jenat... Chiar ma intreb ce fel de viata are George cu fata asta atat de directa, tupeista... E genul de lider care te fute de te-ndoaie... In fine, ii conduc, scap de ei, apoi, intors in camera, imi fac de lucru strangand paharele celor doi si doua castronele... Trebuie s-o las pe biata fata sa-si revina. In bucatarie, prepar doua cafele. Pe Reta o gasesc afisand aceeasi atitudine -- cea a soricelului in fata pisicii... Ii zambesc: - Reta, nu e cazul sa-ti faci griji! Doar nu o sa trebuiasca sa ne luam dupa ideile Soniei... Ii intind ceasca cu cafea: - Uite, dupa ce ne bem cafelele, putem merge s-o vizitam pe matusa ta, sau oriunde in alta parte... - Nnnnuuuuu! Nu se poate! Daca matusa-mea ma vede iarasi cu tine, o s-o sune pe mama, apoi mama o sa ma sune pe mine, apoi o sa-si "aminteasca" de niste treburi la Bucuresti si o sa vina aici, pe capul meu, cerandu-mi sa i te prezint... O droaie de complicatii!... - Inteleg... Iau cataloagele de pe pat, le aranjez frumos si le pun la locul lor... Simt nevoia sa fiu malitios: - Si zi-mi, te rog, Asa face Sonia si acasa? Ia lucrurile si le lasa imprastiate prin casa? Habar n-am ce "cutie" am deschis... - Asta este motivul pentru care ne certam aproape zilnic! Si sa te tii! N-o mai pot opri! Gura Retei turuie incontinuu -despre rufe, spalat, calcat, facut curat -- hai ca mi-a facut capul mare!... In sfarsit, Reta s-a destins, asa ca simt ca e cazul sa sparg gheata -- ma apropii de ea, o ridic in picioare, ii zambesc si, uitandu-ma in ochii ei: - Hai sa continuam ce am intrerupt atat de brusc in parc, din cauza copiilor! Nu-i dau timp nici macar sa se gandeasca -- e-n bratele mele si o sarut, patimas, agresiv... Mai da' nu se lasa! Avea, probabil, dreptate Sonia cand spunea ca Reta e prea timida... Trec vreo cinci minute si ea... tot de lemn... Ma asez in fotoliu si o fac sa-mi aterizeze pe genunchi. Continui lupta... Cred ca a trecut deja un sfert de ora cand, in sfarsit, timid de tot, incepe si ea sa-mi raspunda cu limba... Tocmai ce-mi puneam problema daca nu cumva fata asta chiar nu stie sa sarute... Chiar imi trece prin minte si intrebarea daca nu cumva gagica e virgina... Nu se poate! Cu siguranta ca Sonia, cu stilul ei, m-ar fi informat!... O las, ma ridic, opresc muzica si pun ceva ambiental, apoi ii comunic fetei ca vreau sa stam putin de vorba... Se uita la mine, oarecum mirata, insa si... foarte curioasa... Ii explic, incet si pe indelete ca, faptul ca am scos-o din belea o face, cu siguranta, sa-mi fie datoare, insa recunostinta ei nu trebuie in nici un caz sa aiba implicatii sexuale... Ii explic ca-mi place de ea, ca ma simt atras, insa nu voi face, din acest moment, nici cel mai mic gest -- subliniez -- sexual. De asemenea, ii povestesc ca momentan nu am o prietena permanenta, fata de care sa ma fi angajat in vreun fel, insa asta nu inseamna ca am dat-o-n calugarie. Am cateva prietene bune cu care ma intalnesc destul de des si cu care, pe langa altele, mai fac si sex... Faptul ca Sonia are idei, e problema Soniei, nu a ei sau a mea, asa ca, daca, de exemplu, in clipa de fata se simte aiurea cu mine, singura, in casa mea, putem imediat sa plecam, sa mergem la un film, la o cofetarie, la o terasa, sau, pur si simplu, sa ne plimbam -- sigur gasim noi ceva de facut pana sa se faca ora unsprezece... Reta se ridica in doua bete, se apropie de mine: - Hai, ia-ma-n brate si saruta-ma! Ma codesc un pic, insa... ma conformez. E alta Reta! Sarutarile ei ma surprind si ma coplesesc totodata!... De data asta ea este cea care-mi baga limba-n gura, cautandu-mi, frenetic, limba... Nici nu stiu daca sa ma bucur sau sa ma supar ca s-a purtat cum s-a purtat inainte... In fine, ce-a fost, a fost, conteaza ce si cum este acum... O conduc, gentil si o imping pe spate in pat. Cu multa blandete, ii iau un san la mangaiat, simtind in podul palmei, prin textura bluzei si a sutienului, cum i se intareste sfarcul... Chestia asta imi place de mor -- imi vine o pofta sa-i sug sfarcurile, sa i le mozolesc, sa ma joc cu ea... Daca nu as fi ocupat cu sarutarile, precis ca mi-ar lasa gura apa... Ii scot limba din gura si-i iau gatul la lins si sarutat -- se pare ca i-am atins un punct foarte sensibil -- tremura, maraie, geme, imi ciufuleste parul, ma trage de el... Zic sa incerc marea cu degetul, asa ca incep sa-i desfac doi nasturi de la bluza. Isi ia mana de pe spatele meu -- gata, probabil ca o sa ma opreasca -- m-am grabit... Dupa ce-i deschei si al doilea nasture, spre surpriza mea constat ca ceilalti nasturi sunt deja desfacuti... Oi fi eu experimentat la femei, insa asta nu inseamna ca nu reuseste nici una sa ma surprinda... Ma impinge, se ridica in fund, isi da bluza jos, apoi sutienul. Se ridica in picioare si-si da si fusta si chilotii jos, apoi, destul de precipitat se indreapta spre fereastra si lasa sa coboare jaluzelele... Intre timp. Imi revin si eu din surpriza si... imi dau seama ca pierd timpul... Ma dezbrac la foc automat. Cu toate ca e destul de intuneric in camera, tot observ ca evita sa se uite la pula mea. Se baga in pat, invelindu-se cu o cuvertura... Dau cuvertura la o parte, dezvelindu-i tatele -- ma aplec si-i iau un sfarc in gura -- vrea, o simt, sa tipe, dar se abtine, iar eu... sug! Ling, musc usor, iar sug... Trec si la celalalt, ca sa nu fac discriminari... Tremura ca varga... Totusi, felul ei de a se purta ma intriga, iar curiozitatea ma ucide... O imbratisez: - Reta, acum, ca suntem atat de aproape unul de altul, imi dai voie sa-ti pun o intrebare extreeeeem de indiscreta? Continui: - Fii atenta, faptul ca accepti sa ma lasi sa te intreb nu implica si obligatia ca sa-mi raspunzi, daca nu vrei... Hai ca daca mai vorbesc un pic, incepe sa semene cu introducerea la vreo conferinta!... O vad, in semi-intuneric, uitandu-se in ochii mei si dand din cap, aprobator... O intreb, mai mult soptit: - Cand ai facut ultima data dragoste? Ramane tacuta, dar relaxata, mai bine de un minut: - ... Si daca-ti spun, imi poti promite ca n-o sa razi de mine?... Iarasi sunt surprins... - Ce Dumnezeu ai putea sa-mi spui, sa fie atat de comic, sau caraghios?!?... - Doi ani, domnule, daca nu chiar mai mult!... Ce pot sa spun, decat: - Doamne! Dumnezeule!... Tac, insa reiau sarutarile, apoi linsul pe gat, suptul mamelelor, in timp ce o mana ii mangaie abdomenul, parul pubian, cobor la labii, o ating, finut, pe lindic, care deja-i tare -- de fapt, la ea-n pizda e inundatie... Intre timp, ma gandesc la tot felul de indivizi romani si straini deopotriva, care sustin, "in cunostinta de cauza" ca... toate romancele sunt curve!... Parerea mea, sincera, este ca mai degraba sunt ei labagii... In fine, cine sunt eu sa-i judec?!? Incet, gentil, ii bag degetul mijlociu in pizda. La ce inundatie este acolo, nu intampin vreo problema -- trec la etapa urmatoare -- ii mai bag un deget, intrand pana ajung cu degetul mare sa-i pot mangaia lindicul... O simt ca nu stie ce sa faca de excitata ce este -- ba strange picioarele, ba le desface... Brusc, ma trage cu bratele sa ma urc pe ea -- gata cu preludiul -- femeia vrea pula... Incerc sa fiu cat se poate de gentil -- ma gandesc ca, totusi, daca doi ani n-o fi avut parte decat de degete, probabil ca pula o va surprinde un pic, sau... cine stie? Retail Author's note: the following story is based on an actual, with the names modified for obvious reasons. This story contains explicit material and any reader who is not over the age of 18 must exit now. The author wishes to express his gratitude to user bigbeautiful for her editing of this story to make it more readable. She was an employee, a retail sales clerk I found out. I spotted her not two minutes after I entered the store to buy furniture from the local store of a national chain. She was digging through some papers trying to find information for a customer and when she couldn't find what she wanted, she bent way over and dug deeper into the package with the papers. And when she bent over, that's when something caught my eye, like a magnet attracted to metal filings. I wasn't even conscious of her but I was instantly aware of her breasts. Her hooters were huge, at least huge for her build. She was basically a small woman, standing just 5' 3" tall and weighing maybe 130. The important thing was that a significant amount of her weight was located in her tits. They were encased in a beige knit sweater with a scoop neck that revealed a cleavage valley that could have hidden a whole village of pigmies. I nearly walked into an overstuffed sofa looking between her hanging mountains instead of following the aisle. Finally I gathered myself and proceeded with my shopping, finding the chairs I wanted to look at and checking out the obvious options. When I was ready for some help, I rang a bell and waited for assistance. I nearly dropped my teeth when she came strolling up asking if she could help. Given an opportunity to survey her from head to toe, I could see that she was up in years, probably late fifties or early sixties. She was nicely shaped although she was a little thick around the waist but it was not so much that I didn't immediately want to screw her. She had a nice shaped butt and dark red hair and everywhere I could see her skin was a nice tanned color. Her face would never pass as a beauty but she had a nice smile and seemed to have a pleasant attitude. My questions made her move around the department enough that I got to ogle her bottom and liked what I saw. I took my time and looked at everything, including the sales person. I didn't try to hide the fact that I thought her boobs were something special. Finally I made my choice and we went to the checkout register. It took her a while to ring it up, register the warranty, and take care of payment, all the while I was leaning over the counter daydreaming of diving into her cleavage. At last she gave me the paperwork and explained about the delivery and only then seemed to realize what I had been staring at. Maybe it was because as she explained the transaction, my gaze kept going from her eyes to her tits and back. Anyway she seemed to get the idea that I was enthralled and she smiled. I whispered "magnificent" and she said "thank you." I said "You've been very helpful." She said "thank you." I said "it has been my pleasure." She said "thank you." I said "that's beautiful." She pushed out her chest and said "thank you." Her smile grew broader. I said "Oh how I wish ..." and let it drop. She said "maybe you could ... " I asked "please?" She said "follow me." She took off down an aisle toward the back of the store, weaving in and out of several departments and pushed through a swinging door into the storage area. I was hard pressed to follow her but I had an urgent need to stay close enough to follow the lush swing of her rear end. She turned left, again weaving through stacks of stored merchandise piled high in steel shelving. I followed her to several stacks of mattresses, where she stopped and turned to me. Quickly she pulled her sweater up around her neck and asked "Is this what you wanted to see?" I groaned and nodded. She said "I've got to get back to work. Come get 'em." She sat on the stack of mattresses and lay back. I made a bee line for her and was soon slobbering all over her mounds. She moaned softly and held my head in both hands as I licked and sucked first one and then the other, back and forth greedily. Her nipples stood up well and greeted my mouth as it closed over it. They were as delicious as any titties I had ever had the privilege to suck. I knew what I was going to do next though. Still sucking her tits astride her, I put my fingers into the waistband of her slacks and pantyhose on each side and began to pull. She murmured "no, don't, honey" but I kept pulling, especially when her hips rose off the mattress. In a swift move, I stripped them all the way off her feet and tossed them aside. Again I latched onto her nipples and sucked hard while wrapping my arms under her body. I tugged her up onto the mattress so that she was stretched out. Again she said softly "no, honey, no" but I licked my way down over her navel, into her bush and, pulling her legs up and out, I buried my face in her snatch. Within a couple of minutes I had her squirming and moaning softly and then she came, rocking and shaking with wave after wave of orgasm while I kept eating her pussy. Just three minutes later she did it again, pulling on my ears as if to stuff my head inside herself while the pleasure rolled over her. I kept on sucking and licking and eating but then she whispered "Honey, I'm going to have to go back to work." Reluctantly I sat back to let her get up but she whispered "No, don't leave. I want you to fuck me first but you've got to be quick, honey. Give me your dick" and she held her pussy apart with both hands. I pulled out my throbbing erection and slid it into her red hot cunt and proceeded to fuck her until my balls emptied their load of white sticky cum into her love box. Afterward she pulled my head down to her open mouth and gave me a long sweet liquid kiss. Then she said "I've gotta go, honey." Hastily we dressed and I took a circuitous route to the store exit while she hurried back to the checkout. As I passed by, she was talking to a woman customer about dining tables. Four days later I was reading when my phone rang. I answered it to hear a woman's voice ask "Mr. Hanes?" "Yes." "This is Nora Satrun." "Yes?" "You don't remember me, do you? I sold you the chair." "Oh, yes!" I responded enthusiastically. "How are you?" "Oh, I'm doing fine" she said "although I've been getting a little horny thinking about what we did. I was wondering if you had any interest in doing it again soon." "Nora, I would love to. I have thought a lot about you since that afternoon. When can we get together?" "Well, I like doing it here at the store and I'm working today. Can you come in?" "Yes, I can. I can be there in twenty minutes." "Good. Come in and wander around until you get to the store room door and wait for me there. I'll come in and you follow me, okay?" "Yes." She had saved her dinner hour for us and when she saw me come in the front door, she checked out and came to the store room just a couple of minutes after I got there. I followed her in and we hurried to the same stack of mattresses. We did nearly the same as before but she let me eat her pussy for a longer time and then I fucked her twice before she had to get back to work. It was one fantastic hour for me. And that's the way it was about every fourth day for the next three months until she asked me to come to her house one evening. That night we nearly fucked ourselves into a coma before resting for a while and then screwing again. She was a great lover and age was in no way an impediment. We're doing it regularly twice a week, at either her place or mine, and occasionally throw in a fuck in the store room for old times' sake and because there is something deliciously sneaky about it. I gotta wrap this up. Nora just walked in the back door and I don't want to miss out on a second with her. Retail Ryan looked up from his sandwich, annoyed. Lunch was the only quiet time he got during the day, the only chance he had to be alone, so the sound of footsteps approaching the break room made him scowl. When the door opened, however, his face cleared. If anyone was going to disturb his peace, he was happy it was Erin. Petite, small breasted, and with straight, dark hair to the middle of her back, Erin was his boss, and his crush. But she was married, so Ryan contented himself with lusting after her from afar. Sometimes he would catch himself watching her small, round ass as she walked away from him, or just imagining himself running his hands through her smooth, shiny hair. She greeted him with a smile. He returned the grin, then quickly returned his gaze to his food to keep from staring. He heard her open the refrigerator, then the microwave. As the microwave began its soft hum, she came and sat down across the table from him. Ryan looked up again, trying not to seem rude. "Pretty slow day today." "Yeah, the day always drags when it's like this." He did his best to look her in the eyes, but he couldn't help but notice her sweater. It was white and soft, angora maybe, and it clung to her body in all the right places. The microwave beeped, and Erin stood. As she walked to the counter, Ryan admired the shape of her. As she turned around, he quickly flicked his eyes back down to the table. She sat back down, and they both ate in silence. Ryan had just finished his sandwich and moved on to his yogurt when Erin spoke again, "I see the way you look at me." Ryan dropped his spoon in surprise, but kept his head down. "I know what you want." Ryan looked up now, prepared to protest. "I know you want me." Before he could speak, Erin took one of his hands in her own and slid the index finger into her mouth. She sucked it gently, then, with a sly grin on her face, spoke again, "it's OK. I want you too." She stood now, still holding Ryan's hand, and he followed suit. She slipped his hand under her sweater and placed it on her soft, flat stomach. Ryan's penis was stiff in an instant, but now he did protest. "Erin, your husband..." "What about him?" "Well, um, you have one!" "Yes." Ryan wanted some acknowledgement that what was going on was maybe not a great idea. He didn't know how to respond to Erin's nonchalance. "My husband will never know. And if he ever does, well, so what? Ryan, I know you think you're subtle, but I see you undress me with your eyes. Even when we're just talking, I can see the lust on your face. My husband has never looked at me that way, and frankly, it turns me on. So are you going to worry about him and walk out that door, or are you going to let me make your fantasy come true?" Ryan didn't say anything more, he just slid his hand around her waist till it rested on the small of her back, then he pulled her tight against him. As his boner pressed into her leg, Erin's lips curled into a big smile. Ryan reached down to meet that smile with his own. Her lips were soft and warm and Ryan darted his tongue between them to find hers. Both of his hands were on her back now, and he caressed her soft skin. While they kissed, Erin reached between them and began to unfasten Ryan's pants. He snuck a look over her shoulder at his watch. "We're going to be late back from lunch." "We have a little time." When her tiny hand found its way to his cock, he gasped with the sudden contact. She grasped it tightly and began to stroke. Ryan stopped kissing her, now, able only to lean against the wall and enjoy her touch. "Have you ever masturbated thinking about me?" Ryan's "yes" was mumbled, but she got the idea. "Next time you do it, I want you to remember the feel of my hands around you and the feel of my breasts in your hands. Taking the hint, Ryan smiled and put his hands back under Erin's sweater. He moved them slowly up her stomach and slid them under the wire of her bra. Each hand covered one breast completely. When he squeezed, she inhaled deeply. Erin's stroking was growing faster, now, and Ryan's breathing, heavier. He pulled his fingers down her breasts until he held just the nipples. He felt them grow stiff as he began to rub them gently. Erin took one hand off of Ryan's penis and began rubbing her own crotch. Ryan's eyes grew wide, and when Erin tweaked his foreskin with her thumb, he moaned loudly and came. Still rubbing now, but more gently, Erin slowed her rhythm against both Ryan's privates and her own. His body was quivering and she smiled at him, then leaned in for a quick kiss. "You don't have anywhere to be right after work, do you?" "No." "Good, because you're going to return the favor. Now get back to work; your break is over." Erin flicked the light switch, then pulled the door closed and began to lock it, but before she could turn the key, Ryan turned around, "Crap, I left my scarf inside." Erin let out a sigh and let him back into the store. Ryan didn't go far, though. He stepped out of view of the doorway and turned to peek through the blinds. He could feel his penis growing harder as the last of his coworkers' cars pulled out of the parking lot. He waited a beat after he heard the lock turn. When he turned, he was surprised to see Erin's pants already sliding down her legs. "Not wasting any time, huh?" "Fuck you. You got yours at lunch; I've been soaking through my panties all afternoon. Now get your ass over here and touch me." Ryan wasted no time in complying. He grabbed her by the ass and lifted her ankles out of the crumpled khakis. With Erin's legs wrapped around his waste, he carried her across the room and set her down on the sales counter. While Ryan pulled Erin's sweater over her head, she wriggled out of her panties, letting them drop to the floor. With the sweater in his hands, Ryan stepped back to admire Erin. "God you're hot." "No shit. Now quit playing around and put your face between my legs." Ryan dropped the sweater and stepped back to the counter. He wanted to do just as she told him to, but he refrained, instead using one hand to pull her face to his and letting the other rest lightly on her bush. Even from that position, Ryan could feel the heat emanating from within her. His tongue caressing hers, Ryan sought out Erin's clit with his middle finger. When he found it, she started on the counter. Her little jump made him grin and apply more pressure with his finger. She pulled her face away from his so she could throw her head back and moan. Ryan used the opportunity to move his kisses to her neck, then her shoulders. When he reached the top of Erin's bra, he used the hand not pleasuring her to pop its clasp. He pulled it free of her arms and then continued kissing down her body. He paused briefly in his descent to nibble one nipple, then the other. This attention elicited more happy sounds from Erin, but she was getting impatient. She rested her hands on the top of Ryan's head and applied gentle pressure. He knew what she wanted, but wanted to keep her waiting. Erin, however, was having none of that; she pushed harder on Ryan's head and he relented, burying his face between her legs. With his face now soaking in her wetness, Ryan inhaled deeply, taking in Erin's scent. He pulled his head out from between her legs long enough to spin her around so that she was parallel with the counter. Erin laid back and Ryan climbed up to join her. When he lowered his head again, he brought it only close enough to her to flick her engorged clit with his tongue. She responded by breathing deeply and lifting her hips into the air. Ryan slipped his hands beneath her now raised ass and took one of her firm, round cheeks into each hand and started massaging them. The rhythm of his mouth against her cunt fell in time with the massage, and she began breathing more heavily. Ryan increased the pressure with both his fingers and his tongue. As Erin grew closer and closer to climax, her ass lifted further and further off the counter. Eventually only her head, shoulders, and toes were touching the counter and her hips were writhing with pleasure. Ryan slid one hand around her hip, down across her neatly trimmed bush, and plunged two fingers deep inside her. He drew them out gradually, and them drove them back into her. She moaned again. Out again, then back in, and another moan. Slowly Ryan increased the speed of his fingers and Erin's moaning kept pace, getting higher in pitch with each new thrust. Ryan could feel his cock straining against his zipper. Watching Erin squirm under his able touch had given him a boner like he had never had before. Suddenly she screamed. Her whole body convulsed, and a stream of liquid squirted out around Ryan's fingers. "What the fuck?!" Ryan pulled his fingers out of Erin and leapt back down to the floor. The look of ecstasy on Erin's face was replaced by one of fury. "You've got to be kidding me! I thought you were different than my stupid husband. That was the whole point!" Ryan merely stood next to the counter and looked confusedly at Erin and the puddle between her feet. "Well, haven't you ever seen a woman cum before?!" He didn't answer her question, but asked one of his own. "What do you mean about your husband?" "The idiot won't even go down on me anymore, says he 'doesn't want me to pee on him.'" "So that's not pee?" "Of course it's not, you twat! Listen, when you cum, you squirt some shit out of you, right?" "Yes." "Well so do I. And if you ever want to see this pussy again, you're going to come over here and lick it up." "I..." Erin raised her voice: "do you ever want to fuck me?" "Yes." "Then you're going to come over here, lick up that puddle, and then make me cum again." The tone of her voice made it clear that this was an ultimatum. Even in the confusion and ensuing argument, Ryan's erection had barely subsided. This was an extraordinarily hot woman lying on the counter before him, a woman he had fantasized about for years, a woman he knew he would do almost anything to be with again. So he stepped forward and bent down to lick the counter. Her cum had cooled off, but it still bore her fragrance; he was surprised by how much he enjoyed the flavor of it. It tasted like her. Ryan felt what little of his boner had abated return quickly. When the last traces of the puddle were gone, Ryan turned his tongue's attention immediately back to Erin's glistening pussy. It was only moments this time before Erin's body had tensed up. Her hips were dancing before Ryan's face, and he had to weave and bob his head just to keep licking her clit. As before, her moans grew faster and higher as she came closer to cumming. When Ryan sensed she was on the verge, he stuck his thumb deep in her ass. The reaction was instantaneous. Erin's entire body shuddered, her legs squeezed Ryan's head from either side, and a stream of warm, fresh cum shot from within her. Ryan drank in as much as he could and let the rest drip down his chin. After a moment, Erin's body relaxed and Ryan was able to pull his head out from between her legs. She shuddered a few times as orgasmic aftershocks rippled through her body. She looked content. Ryan was happy, but he wasn't content. By now, his boner was almost painful, so hard did it strain against his pants. He slid along the counter until he was kneeling between Erin's legs. He bent to kiss her, unfastening his pants as he did so. When his penis was free of its confines, he guided it towards her, seeking her heat with the tip. She was gleefully returning his kiss, but when the head of his cock brushed her outer lips, she stopped. "Nuh uhh. Not tonight." "But..." "Calm down. Soon, but I have to get going. I need to make it home before my husband." "But..." Ryan couldn't formulate a complete thought. Erin gave him an amused, sympathetic look. She pressed a hand against his chest and pushed him back so that she could sit up. Once he was upright, she leaned forward and lowered her mouth around his erection. It took only a few flicks of her tongue and the gentle touch of her fingers on his balls before he let go in her mouth. Erin sat back up and looked him in the eyes as she swallowed. Then she turned and hopped off the counter. "Now get lost; I need to get dressed and lock up behind you." Ryan climbed down to the floor and zipped his zipper. He leaned over and kissed her hard on the mouth, cupping her ass as he did so. As he stepped through the door to go home, he turned back to her; she had pulled on her panties and was fastening her bra. "Soon?" "Soon. Retail Fun with Kelly This is my first story, so your feedback is both welcome and encouraged. ------------------------------------------ Let me tell you what happened earlier today. I was leaving the office to pay my girlfriend Kelly a brief visit during lunch. She is a manager of a clothing store at the local mall. This is one of the typical chain stores filled front to back with wood and chrome clothing racks about four and half feet tall with a check out counter about half way into the store along one of the walls. Kelly has been in the retail business for about eight years and manager of this location for about a year and a half. We have been dating for about four months. To me, I think of Kelly as a real catch. She is a twenty eight year old, striking red head with large brown eyes and pale white skin; quite the Celtic beauty. However, she is only five foot one. Not that this is an issue, but me being six foot three always made us seem an odd match. Regardless, she may be on the short side, but lacks in no other way. She is petite with small but perky breasts just large enough to create an hour glass figure with her perfectly curved ass. She is a real vision to behold. One of the great things about my relationship with Kelly is that she and I are great lovers. She is erotic, sensual and perpetually turned on. She loves sex like no other women I have ever known. I can usually count on her to be up for it pretty much any time and any place. Depending on our schedules, we try to meet once or twice a week for the lunch time quickie. To make this easier on our lunch time rendezvous days, Kelly wears loose fitting knee length skirts with no panties underneath. This day is no exception. Our plan was for me to arrive at the store at 12:45 PM. She was to have me help her "move some fixtures" in their storage unit located in the back utility hallways of the mall. We would get down there, have about 30 minutes of "moving stuff" and then we would return to store. She would go back to her daily duties and I would return to the office. So much for the best laid plans of men and mice. The plan began right on target with me entering the store at just about 12:45 PM. Kelly was racing back and forth helping her employees with various customer problems. There was an older women at the counter have difficulties with her store charge card. Another woman was wanting to special order several pairs of shoes of which they were out of stock. A third was having trouble finding a suit that fit her just right. A fourth wanted a rain check for a sale item they were sold out of. A fifth needed help finding a specific size blouse in a specific color. A sixth had several items to return, but had lost the receipt. On top of that, there were four or five other women casually wandering and browsing in the store. With all of this going on, Kelly was short staffed that day and had only two employees working. All of them were racing around trying to keep everyone satisfied. Everyone except me. When I entered the store, she waved to me and signaled that she would be just a minute. I decided to wander about and kill time. Ten minutes later, she held up her hand with all fingers outstretched indicating five more minutes. I wandered some more. Ten more minutes passed and she again signaled just a minute. I continued to wander. After another five minutes, she finally came over to talk. She led me to the back of the store a short ways from her staff and customers. I was suddenly very excited as I knew what was going to happen next. However, my hopes were quickly dashed. "Baby, I am so sorry to keep you waiting. I promise I will make it up to you," she said in a very alluring voice. "Great!" I said excitedly. "Let's go and you can start making up to me right away." She was about to speak but paused. There was a look of hesitation and regret on her face. When she spoke this time, it was not so alluring. "Baby, that's what I meant. I can't go today. We are getting slammed and I can only afford five or ten minutes here to visit with you. Then, I absolutely have to get back to work." DAMN! She was kind of looking down as she spoke, but then tilted her up slightly and off to the side. She looked up at me and then she said it. "You're not upset, are you?" Right on queue, she bit down on her lower lip. Now, you can imagine what was going through my head. I came here to get laid. A quick and exciting diversion of my day. I had been horny all morning thinking about this. Instead, I spent my lunch hour walking around aimlessly in a women's clothing store watching a bunch of women do woman stuff. And finally, when that is over, I get to go back to work with a case of blue balls. So what did I say? "No, of course I am not upset." And then, "No really, I understand. It is totally okay." So I lied. What man wouldn't? Kelly smiled. It was that disarming smile she was known for. "Instead, we could just stand here and talk for a few minutes." Talk?? Talk!! I had had it. I casually looked around. There were now only three or four customers towards the front of the store and her employees were there with them. We were standing behind a clothing rack towards the back of the store. She had her right arm out stretched at a right angle resting on the wooden platform top of the clothing rack. Being six foot two, I was leaning down slightly resting on my left elbow facing her. I slid forward slightly and bent down to whisper in her ear. "I will give you a few minutes," I said, "but I am not interested in talking." With that, I reached down with my right hand and slid it up under her skirt along the inside of her thigh. She gasped and started to pull away. I quickly grabbed her right shoulder with my left hand and held her gently but firmly. "What are you doing?" she asked quickly in a forced whisper as she looked around to see if we were noticed. "Stop moving and no one will know" I said. She was still panicked. I brought two fingers to her pussy lips and slide them up and down and wiggling them side to side. She gasped. Her eyes darted back and forth in a state of alarm. "We can't!" she whispered harshly. "Do you really want your employees to know what's going on?" I asked. "Stop acting all freaked out." I was moving my fingers in a figure eight motion now. "Come on, this is just stupid... and risky. Some might... see us," she said as her voice quivered and her eyelids shuttered. Her resistance seemed to be faltering. I moved my fingers faster. "Are you sure you want me to stop?" I asked. "I... I..." she stammered. Her lower jaw quivered as she bit her lower lip. Her pussy was becoming quite wet now. I started to slide my thumb up and down her pussy lips as I slowly slide my middle and index finger into her. First, I slide them in about an inch and slowly withdrew them. Then slowly again to about the second knuckle and back out. Then all the way and back out. Then back in and started gently curling my fingers in a "come here" motion. At this point she was totally into it. Her hips were bucking and grinding, her breathing quick and shallow. Her eyes were closed and the lids fluttering. This went on for several minutes and then we heard her name. "Kelly!" It was one of her employees. Her eyes snapped open in a look of panic. She quickly looked to the front of the store. Her employee, Stacy, was at the side checkout counter with the phone receiver in her hand. Kelly tried to pull away, but I held her fast. "It's Brenda from 236. She needs to talk to you about the upcoming inventory," Stacy said. "Tell her I will [gasp] call her back shortly," Kelly responded as I continued to finger her deeply. I moved my thumb to her clit and began rubbing it in a circular motion. She gasped again. Just about that moment, she noticed a female customer walking past us on the other side of the rack. She was an older woman with a pleasant face who turned toward her and smiled kindly. Kelly, in a semi-controlled breath, uttered a simple "Hello," in response. I continued my efforts for several more minutes and was working on her g-spot with my two fingers. That's when I slide my third finger in. She was now shivering all over. Her left hand was at her side digging into her thigh. Her right hand had moved to my left biceps and clamped on tight. Her eyes were partly closed and somewhat rolled upwards. Her breathing was a series of short breaths. She was very close to the edge. That's when another customer approached on the other side of the rack. She seemed oblivious to what we were doing. "Excuse me," she said, "I have a question." She was an attractive woman of about thirty with long brown hair. Kelly and I were both surprised by her as we sort of snapped our heads in her direction. She smiled, looked at me and then at Kelly. She and Kelly were momentarily locked in a shared gaze for what seemed like an eternity. Some sort of realization must have hit her as she got this curious look on her face. Then, a moment later, the right side of her mouth slowly crooked upward in a devilish smile. She seemed quite satisfied in her knowledge of our secret as she gave Kelly a knowing sort of look. "I think one of the other girls can help me," she said. "You go ahead and finish what you're doing." She flashed us both that same devilish grin and turned and walked away. I smiled at this and almost laughed to myself. I think Kelly would have done the same, but she was otherwise occupied. She raised her left hand and clamped it down on my right biceps, now using both hands to hold herself up as she seemed to float on the balls of her feet. As she looked straight into my eyes, her head seemed to jerked back slightly as her orgasm hit her. I felt her pelvic muscles contracting on my fingers as waves of ecstasy rolled over her face. Tremor after tremor racked her body. It felt as if her entire body was pulsing with electric energy. Moments later, as her climax began to subside, her breathing became heavier and deeper, and she leaned forward against me. I held my hand still, almost cradling her pussy for a moment before slowly sliding my fingers out of her and extracting my hand from her under her skirt. She stood very close for a moment or so longer, holding onto my arms. Then, as she seemed to remember where she was, she opened her eyes wide, took a step back and breathed a deep breath. She took a quick look around as if to capture the state of everything going on in her store. She reached down and quickly smoothed out her skirt and then reached her right hand up and under her hair to flip it back. She seemed suddenly very composed, refreshed and charged up as she took a step forward towards me. Kelly reached for my right hand, the hand that had been inside her only moments ago. My fingers were still glistening wet. She took the edge of skirt and quickly wiped them off on its underside. She brought my hand up close enough for both of us to smell it as she leaned forward close to me. My fingers reeked of her musky sweet aroma. With her right hand, she reached forward and grabbed my rock hard erection through my slacks and began sliding her hand up and down. "Don't wash your hand for the rest of the day," she whispered. "Pick me up here at six PM and don't be late. You can take me out to dinner and I will take care of this while you drive." She gave my cock a good long squeeze as she gave me a quick but very passionate kiss on the lips. "See you at six, lover," she said. She paused as she gave me a quick wink and flashed her killer smile. With that, she turned, walked away and back to work. I pulled my sports coat forward and partly closed so that my erection wouldn't be standing out for the whole world to see. I quietly made my way out of the store and back here to the office. As instructed, I have not washed her scent off of my hand. Every time I smell it, I find myself caught up again in the moment. All I can think about is seeing her again. DAMN! Six o'clock seems an eternity away. Retail Isn't So Bad After All It was a Thursday night, Janessa just closed down the store at about 10 after 9, when the last customer left. It wasn't that busy but you always get the last minute customers who "know you're closing" but will only be "a few minutes". That always irked Janessa. She was working alone tonight, as usual. That happened quite a bit. She was at the counter getting the deposit ready for Angela, since they both closed alone that night; they had to walk down to the drop box together. It was company policy. She knew she'd be there any time. Angela came at about 20 after 9. On the way down to the Food Court where the drop box was located, Angela asked, "So, how was business tonight?" Janessa replied, "Ahhh, you know, same old shit...just a different fuckin' day." She sighed. "I hate people," she muttered. She was becoming very impatient with her job. In fact, you could say she hated it. She was in the process of finding a new job and not having very good luck, as usual. They walked back; Angela got into her silver Honda and drove off while Janessa headed back inside to finish up the night's closing paperwork. Janessa was an average girl. 5'8", not skinny but not fat-just right you could say. Although she insisted she needed to lose weight. Just a little she would say. Her best feature was her lips. They were full, pouty, and sexy. She wore a 38 D-cup. She was blessed, she would tell her friends and boyfriend. That would be her second best feature. Although any guy would say that would be her first. She had big brown eyes, shoulder length, layered dark brown hair. She always put it up while working. She was wearing a blue plaid skirt she had bought at her store, a black fitted tee that showed her curves, and black strappy sandals. It was towards the end of October, but it was very warm out, which was unusual for New York. Janessa was just getting done at the counter when she heard a loud banging on the doors. Her heart went up into her throat and she jumped. She looked and saw that it was her boyfriend, Drew. She walked up to the doors, unlocked them, and let him inside. As soon as he stepped one foot in the door, she gave him a good punch in the arm. "You're an ass!! You scared the shit outta me!!" she exclaimed. He just looked at her and pouted and then started laughing. He grabbed her around the waist and gave her a quick kiss on the side of her neck. She threw her arms around his neck. "Hey baby. Are you almost done in here?" he asked. "I have just one more thing to do," she told him. Janessa's Mustang had been getting fixed, so Drew was picking her up. They've been friends for a couple years and started dating just a few months ago. Every time Janessa saw him her heart skipped a beat. He had short black hair; and very dark brown eyes. He was about 5'11", very close to six foot. Her Italian Stallion, she'd call him. She always liked the tall, dark, and handsome ones. Doesn't every girl? She loved the way his tribal tattoo wrapped around his bulging bicep. He wore contacts, but Janessa always begs him to wear his glasses around her, so he does. She has a thing for guys with glasses. She insists that it's "sooo hot." Tonight he had them on. He wore jeans that fit his ass just so right it made her lick her lips. He had a white tee on that showed off his muscles - and his tattoo - just right. His shoes were.... Fuck shoes, she thought. He looks so fuckin good, I wanna fog up those glasses of his...She grinned. He was looking around the store while she was finishing. She walked up behind him and gripped his ass, which would be her favorite part of him. "I'm done," she said in his ear. "I just have to go out back and get my shit." They got to the back of the store and he couldn't help himself. He grabbed her and pushed her against the wall. He pinned her arms up and started kissing her neck while his free hand was sliding up the inside of her thigh. She started giggling. "Drew! I have to clock out! How am I going to explain the 2 hours of overtime to Tammy?" She laughed. "Awww, come on," he said. "Just wait," she ordered him. She pushed him playfully back a step. She came back out a minute later. Drew was leaning against a fitting room door waiting for her. "You forgot to turn the music off," he told her. She didn't say anything. She stared at him and bit her lip. She threw her purse down. "Whaa--," he was interrupted as Janessa grabbed him and started kissing him. He stumbled back a little. "Whoa Nessy, you caught me off guard," he said grinning. "I likeee." She looked at him and whispered, "Shut up and kiss me." No arguing there. As they were passionately kissing, Janessa got a key out of her little pocket of her skirt. "What are you doin'?" Drew asked. "Nothing," she replied. She unlocked a fitting room; the handicapped one. It had a big seat in it, and railings. She pushed him in and sat him down. There was only one light in the room. The other one had blown. She hadn't got around to replacing it. It was a little dim in there. Perfect, she thought. When she was out back earlier, she had put in one of her CD's with her favorite song that she likes to dance to, "Skillz". It was playing softly throughout the store. She started dancing slowly for Drew. She had been taking one of those new stripper-cise classes without him knowing. She was doing a figure eight with her hips, going all the way down to the floor and coming back up with her ass sticking out, rubbing against his legs. He sat there and enjoyed himself. He went to touch her ass and she waved a finger at him. "No, no, no. Not yet," she smirked. She continued dancing for him. She gave him a lap dance and grinded her ass into the bulge in his pants. She turned around and straddled him and kissed him softly and bit his lip. He reached up her skirt and grabbed onto her ass. He was loving it. He started moaning. She stopped and stood up. She wasn't done yet. She was going to give him a little striptease. First, she reached up her skirt and slid off her skimpy, black lace thong and playfully threw them at Drew. Then she pulled off her top revealing an equally skimpy, black lace bra. Her breasts were all but spilling out. She kept her skirt and bra on. She went up to him, still sitting down, and put one leg up next to him on the seat. He wanted to have his way with her so bad, but he was trying to keep control. She ran her hand up her thigh and under her skirt and started to rub herself. She moaned and threw her head back. She was pretty confident that it would make him go crazy. Sure enough, by now, Drew couldn't take it anymore. He was hard as a rock. That had done it right there. He reached up and took over. He had to feel her pussy. She was very wet by now. He started to rub her clit and kiss the inside of her thighs. She was really getting into it. Suddenly he stopped. "Ha! How do you like being teased?" he laughed. "Oh, but I do," she smiled. Janessa ripped his shirt off him and pushed him down onto his back and straddled him. She started sucking and nibbling on his ear. She moved down to his neck, then chest. She licked his nipples and played with his nipple rings. She undid his belt and whipped it off him. She unbuttoned his jeans with her teeth. She was running her tongue back and forth right below his belly button. She stood up and pulled his pants off him. She started pulling down his boxers, and said, "Oooh, you trimmed up for me, huh?" He looked down at her and smiled. She pulled his boxers the rest of the way off him and grabbed onto his dick. She started licking from the bottom all the way up to the head. She ran her tongue along the ridge of his head, flicking her tongue over it and sucking it. She heard him moan her name and grabbed his hand to put it on the top of her head. She slowly took all of his 9 ½ inches into her mouth. Drew had his fingers through her hair, pulling on it. He knew she liked that. She continued deep-throating him. Whenever she gave him head it made her extremely horny. She couldn't help it; she took her free hand and started rubbing herself. She moaned loudly. The vibrations on his cock felt wonderful. Drew looked down to see what she was doing and he almost lost it. He started bucking his hips up. She could tell he was getting close, so she stopped. "Oh my God, don't stopppp," he begged. "Mmm...you taste good," she licked her lips and smiled. It was his turn, he decided. He wasted no time at all. Drew stood up and made her lay down. He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to the edge. He hovered over her and started nibbling on her neck as his hand went between her legs, teasing her. She was sopping wet. She let out a loud moan and her legs opened farther for him. She wrapped her legs around him. "This needs to come off," he told her. He took her bra off and threw it on the floor. He gave her a passionate kiss as he played with her breasts and pinched her nipples. He started kissing her breasts then took a nipple in his mouth and flicked his tongue over it. He then took it in his mouth and sucked hard on it. She moaned even louder than before. I know her weakness too, he thought, smiling. She started pushing his head down south. She was getting antsy. "Ok, ok," he laughed. He got on his knees on the floor of the fitting room and pulled her closer to him. He kissed her legs and made his way up to her thighs. He kissed and licked the inside of them and moved closer to her dripping pussy. He was taking his time now. She was grabbing his hair and moving closer to his mouth. She wanted it so bad. He eventually made his way there. He thought she'd come even before he started. He licked her lips a little, and then started sucking on them. Then he thrust his tongue inside her. It surprised her and she arched her back and moaned. She spread her legs as far as she could, and was moving her hips as if she was riding his tongue. At the same time, he was rubbing her clit and she was rubbing and pinching her nipples. She was in heaven. She was getting louder by the second. He knew she was on the verge. He stopped, gave it a kiss and stood up. She looked at him like he had three heads. "Why the fuck are you stopping?" she asked, out of breath. "Cuz I can," he said smiling. He stared at her for a few seconds. "Oh, don't give me your crap, Nessy. You did it to me too!" he laughed. "Ok, you're right," she giggled. He sat down next to her. She immediately jumped on him and straddled him. "I have to have you inside me. Right NOW!" she demanded. She started kissing him and rubbing her wet pussy over the tip of his dick. He grabbed onto her tight ass. "Whatever you want, baby," he whispered. She slid onto his dick and let out a sigh of relief. Her pussy was aching for him. God, he's so big, she thought. He was her first and only. In time she got used to his big size. She was scared to death the first time they had sex. She was so wet, he slid in easily. She grabbed his back and dug into him as she rode his dick. He had his hands over her breasts and was biting her nipples. They moaned together, getting louder by the minute. She got up and turned around and sat on his dick so he could get the view every man loves. She arched her back and threw her head back so he could pull her hair. He moved her down on the floor and got behind her. There was a huge mirror in that fitting room. That was his favorite part. He could watch himself and her. He entered her from behind, slowly at first. Then she yelled, "Faster! Harder! NOW!" He grabbed her hips and slammed her onto his dick. Over and over. He grabbed onto her breasts and bit her back. She yelped in pleasure. Then he flipped her over onto her back and threw her legs up on his shoulders. He lifted her ass up and thrust into her. She told him she was almost coming. He slowed way down. She wrapped her legs around him and squeezed all of her muscles. He liked that. She loved it slow. He was fucking her so slowly she thought she'd die of pleasure. What a way to go, though, huh? she thought. He kept going...all the way in...slowly...and back out. Again and again. She told him to go faster. He did. They were both moaning, practically yelling. They were drenched in sweat. It dripped off him onto her breasts. She started shaking and let out a loud moan. "Fuck!!" she yelled. He smiled and kept going. He went even harder. She came three more times. Then finally he came. He thought it was the biggest load ever. He came inside her. He stayed inside for her for a moment. They were both quiet, in their own little orgasmic worlds. She put her arms around him and kissed him. He pulled out of her. They got up. "That was fucking great. Just what I needed after a shitty day of work," she smiled. He grinned. "Your store is blessed now." He busted out laughing. She laughed and snorted which made them laugh even more. They got cleaned up and dressed, and Janessa turned everything off. They walked out of the store at almost midnight. It was pitch black. No lights at the mall were on anymore. He put his arm around her waist as they walked out to his black Eclipse. "Ya know what?" Janessa was smiling. "Maybe retail isn't so bad after all..." Retail Relief! The bell on the door rang as I entered the store...I walked into a seemingly deserted business, so started to browse, waiting for someone to come out through the "EMPLOYEES ONLY" door. When the door finally opened, a sexy specimen of a man walked out with a big grin of recognition... I wanted to be sucked into a hole in the floor at this moment, because to my surprise, this was the same man that had "found" me tied up in a barn, "saved" me and then seduced me in the hay loft...or maybe I had seduced him...either way, I looked around for a means of quick escape. He sauntered towards me, finally saying hello. Sheepishly, I returned the greeting, knowing my face was flaming from the guilt I was feeling. I had told him I would call, but I never did...I guess life does catch up to bite you in the least expected-and most awkward!-circumstances. Why hadn't I called? Well, there was one very big reason...he is single, and I am married. The sex was hot, the chemistry was there, it was quite enjoyable and passionate and fulfilling for both...and I had wished that I could have called him afterwards, but in the end, he was Single. The last thing I had said to him was that I was looking forward to a repeat performance, preferably without the straw... I realized, shaking the memory from my head, that he was talking...and worse, that I had not heard a word. I had to ask him to repeat it, admitting that my mind had been...elsewhere. (In a hay loft, to be precise!) He knew exactly where my mind had been, and chuckled at the colour once again rising in my cheeks. "I was asking how I could help you...if there was anything in particular you are looking for," he repeated. The double meaning was not lost on me, and as I looked at his face in surprise at the words, I saw that it was not lost on him either. I had forgotten the scent of him, and as he got closer, walking me through product options, I almost found myself leaning in to catch more of the smell...gawd, this was distracting! My mind was racing off in sexual tangents....could I blow him here? Would he even let me? Are there more staff on the other side of that door? Or are we alone in here? I began fantasizing about snippets...my knees touching the cold floor as my fingers grasped his ass, pulling his cock deeper into my throat...sliding my skirt up to my waist as he lifts me to a countertop... I quickly shake myself out of the fantasies, remembering that we are, after all, in a business setting...and he is very much at work and being professional, given the circumstances... He has been standing in front of me, watching my face as he spoke, and suddenly, I knew what was coming...Quietly, he asked me why I had never called again all those months ago. I explained, as best I could. I suppose it helped his ego, realizing that it was not a BAD experience in the barn that had driven me away...but he was rather peeved at being abandoned simply due to his relationship status. A slightly heated debate followed, during which I burst out in frustration that I had wanted to fuck him again, and that I had spent the last twenty minutes imagining fucking him on every surface around us! Well, that did it! I found myself being pulled into the "EMPLOYEES ONLY" area...quickly, I was pushed against a desk, a skirt was raised, a thong pushed aside, his cock-hard and throbbing-was being wrapped, and swiftly entering the wet heat created by the fantasies I had been having...It was all so fast, so passion-driven! Our interlude lasted only minutes, but they were minutes spent in the breathless agony of intense pleasure. Our bodies moved towards each other in unison, striving for maximum depth...within seconds, I felt the shockwaves beginning to build in my toes, my legs, my arms, my pussy...my breasts were begging to be sucked and nibbled, and as his mouth gently touched the erect nipple, a moan escaped my lips... I urgently begged him to be rougher, to bite, to suck...and as he did, I rose higher, closer to the peak, until finally I could not control my body's reaction...as I crested, so did he...his guttural groans at the end of each stroke seemed to relax me, and I could feel my pussy contracting, soaking the condom around his cock with my juices...As my clit slowed its pulsing, the muscles within slowed their continued grip on his shaft as he, too, came down from the height of orgasm. We both collapsed against the desk, spent. Within a few minutes, I had moved, straightening my skirt and thong, readying to leave...only, instead, I bent to my knees in front of him, carefully removing the condom and replacing it with my lips. I sucked on the now limp shaft, sending tremors through his body, and was just beginning to get into it, enjoying it, when the bell over the door rang... I stood up, ensured that my clothes were set, and waited for him to finish quickly dressing. While he washed his hands at the sink, I confirmed my order-all business. I thanked him, and was walking through to the retail area when he quipped..."I'll call you when your order is ready-I know how you are when it is left up to you to call." I smiled as I walked to the exit, thinking that perhaps an excuse was just what I needed to take a chance on a Single man again! Retail Sucks and So Do I The snowflakes were large and fluffy, gliding slowly down to cover the cars of the employees in the lot. Not a single customer was out in this weather and the store had been dead for hours. I stood at the window, leaning lightly against the cool pane. The touch of the glass reminded me of the glass dildo sitting at home by my bed. The blue one with the great big head that makes me gasp as I slide it into my cunt. I stared out at the grey sky thinking of the cool smooth glass sliding in and out of my pussy when I heard laughter from behind me. Turning I saw the three guys I was working with standing behind the counter at one of the computers. Having been pulled from my fantasy I walked over to them and immediately became suspicious when they got quiet. Hmmmm... how little they knew me. Always afraid of offending me, I wondered if they were telling dirty jokes or something. I walked over to the counter and leaned over it, as I usually did. I was dressed in my grey pinstripe skirt, black stockings, heals, bra, and thong, and my dark blue blouse that seemed to run out of buttons half way up. My blutooth hung from the top button, in danger of being suffocated by my breasts which were on full display as I leaned over the counter. A few of them were looking but I pretended not to notice, I didn't want them to stop. "What are you guys up to over here?" I also pretended not to notice that they obviously didn't want me to know what was going on. "We're trying to find Kevin a girl!" Hamid spoke up, obviously unaware that I wasn't supposed to be in on it. The other guys started laughing again, no longer able to hold back. My eyes went to Kevin, the tall, lean, quiet boy. I say boy, but I know he's older than me. He's just so shy it's hard to think of him like that. I never thought anyone would be more shy than me, I've always been the quiet one, but somehow he won out. I didn't mind though, I was tired of being quiet. I looked over his light brown hair, nice face, and blue eyes. "Well that shouldn't be too hard," I grinned, "He's cute." I knew this would make him blush and it did. I was pleased. The rest of them laughed even harder. "Do you even remember how to do it after that long?" one of them asked, more laughs. "I know!" Hamid chimed in, "You can wear blutooth! I walk you through it!" Even Kevin laughed at that one. God, they were so mean to each other, but damn, that was funny. They continued ribbing each other but I didn't catch all of it. An idea was forming in my dirty little brain. So, he needed to get laid, huh? Somehow I didn't put much faith in the fix ups of these guys. Trevor was a party guy, no girl interested in him would be Kevin's type. Hamid was married and had never been with anyone but his wife so I didn't know how he'd do fixing up someone else. My eyes wandered down to the front of his pants and I wondered what their thin material concealed. I looked up and realized he'd seen me and we stared at each other a moment, I smiled and he blushed and turned away. Something about how shy he was turned me on. Usually I'm the shy one, but I really liked to be in charge. The way he blushed brought out the cougar in me, not that I'm old enough for that, but still. Not only did I want to end his dry spell but I had a desperate desire to see what was behind that wall he put up. I thought about how much I'd love blowing his mind, and other things. I always love knowing I've fucked a guy so well he'll think of me whenever he fucks someone else. I came out of my dreams when I heard the words, "I know, but three years! Jesus, man!" there was no laughter following that one, Kevin's face was stone and there were a few nervous glances my way. I wasn't supposed to hear that. Just then Jack, the manager, came out and asked if there was anyone who would like to put away the recent shipment we received in the inventory room. Kevin volunteered immediately, obviously wanting to get out of this situation. He followed Jack into the back. I turned to look at the other two who busted out laughing once he was gone. "Jeez, you guys, you don't have to be dicks about it," I glared. I knew they were just being guys but obviously he wasn't happy with what had just gone down. "We're just messing with him, besides, I'm going to hook him up!" Trevor said defensively. "You actually have girls who would like him? Besides, you're nearly a decade younger than him, how old are these girls?" "I dunno, 19, 22... my age!" "Hmmmm....." I thought this over. On the one hand guys always talk about loving young pussy, on the other I didn't think any girl of Trevor's was likely to want anything to do with a thirty something, quiet, shy man like Kevin.... and if she did she'd probably eat him alive, but not in a good way. "You got better Idea?" Hamid grinned at me. I looked at them both a moment, and smiled. I stood up straight and smoothed my skirt. My blutooth clung to it's button for dear life. "Yes, actually, I think I do," and with that I turned on my heal and walked towards the back. I brushed against Jack as I passed him on his way back to the front. I swiped my key card, went into the back, and made my way to the inventory room. The door was opened, which was good, as I usually didn't have access. I heard the sounds of boxes and stacking from the last aisle in the back. There was a pause as he caught the clicking of my heals on the floor. I peeked around the corner of the racks and he looked at me, a stack of phones in his hands. "You need something?" he asked innocently. I smiled and licked my lips. "It's my understanding that you do," I took the boxes from his hands and sat them on the shelf, then without hesitation I pulled him close and kissed him. When I pulled away he managed to ask, in that quiet whisper of a voice of his, "What are you doing?" "I should think that's obvious," I grinned, "I'm going to fuck you." He started to speak, he might have been protesting. We work together, someone could walk in, you have a boyfriend, whatever it was I wasn't having any of it. I kissed him deeply again and let my hand wander down to the bulge that was growing in his pants. I massaged it lightly through the fabric and I felt him moan into my mouth. "Mmmmm.... I think I'm going to love this," I said as I pulled away and slid to my knees, undoing his pants. They slid to the floor and his briefs quickly followed. His cock was long and thin, just like the rest of him. It was curved slightly, and a perfect pink hue. I squeezed it firmly and looked up into his eyes. He was watching me, I loved being watched. I continued looking into his eyes as I licked him from base to tip. "You taste wonderful," I told him, and he did. I licked at his head and felt him twitch in my hands, I love that feeling. I teased him with my tongue just a second more and then I wrapped my lips around his cock and took him in my mouth. I bobbed up and down on his cock, alternating between sucking and licking. I pulled off and blew lightly over him, cooling his cock. He moaned at this and I looked up into his eyes again as I took him back into my mouth, sucked him down into my throat as far as I could and buried my nose in his pubic hair. I love the way the hair tickles my nose. I breathed in the scent of him and moaned, the vibrations causing him to moan too. I sucked him hard as I pulled back and slipped his cock out of my mouth. I jerked him with my hand and looked up into his eyes again. "You like that baby? You like me sucking this hard cock?" I massaged his balls with my other hand. "Yes!" he moaned, always a man of few words. I wondered if that would change. "Mmmmm, I want to taste your cum, baby, you going to let me drink it?" I didn't wait for an answer but sucked one of his balls into my mouth and rolled it over my tongue, then the other. I pulled his cock back into my mouth and ran my nails over his balls from behind. "Jesus," he whispered. I slipped my fingers back further and ran a nail from his asshole to his balls and back again. I didn't expect him to last much longer, considering it had been so long for him, but he was proving me wrong. I decided to take advantage of it. I took his cock out of my mouth and stood up. "I want to feel that huge cock inside me. You wanna fuck me, baby?" to my surprise the wall seemed to come down. "God, yes!" he grunted, then spinning me around he bent me over and hiked up my skirt. I grabbed a hold of the shelf in front of me and felt him pull my thong to the side. "Jesus.... shaved..." he muttered and I laughed. "I like it that way, makes me feel everything more." He ran his fingers over my pussy and felt how wet I was. "Come on baby, stick that cock in there, I want to feel you inside me!" He didn't need any more invitation. I felt the head at my entrance and gasped as he slid it inside. Thankfully he wasn't too thick, but god was he long. He grabbed my hips and pounded into me, I didn't even think to stifle my cries until I heard the door to the main room beep as someone swiped their card. I expected him to freak, to pull out, but he kept pounding harder and it was all I could do to keep from crying out. Whoever had entered the back room went into one of the offices and I heard the door close. "Wow, baby, you're fucking me so hard. I can't stand it, oh god, your cock feels fantastic," I felt his hand slide up and reach under my shirt, fondling my tit that was in my lace bra. I reached a hand back and flicked my clit, then tickled his balls, and alternated between the two. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I grabbed the shelf that was shaking with the force of our fucking and forgetting about the stranger in the backroom I cried out, "Jesus, Kevin, fuck me! God, fuck me hard!" as I a wave of intense pleasure washed over me. Before long he was ready to cum and I found myself being spun around again. I knelt on the floor and waited. He grunted loudly and his load hit me on the cheek and then I sucked him into my mouth to get the rest, drinking him down, tasting my pussy on him. God it tasted so good. "Oh god," we both turned at the new voice and there stood Jack, that must have been who had come in the back. He stood there, staring at us, obviously unsure what to say, but my eyes traveled down to the obvious bulge in his pants. If I wanted to stay out of trouble I better turn this to my favor quick. "Mmmm.... looks like you like what you see, why don't you bring that cock over here and join us?" I reached out for him and he stepped forward. I think he'd wanted to fuck me for a while. Probably something to do with the way I lean so close to him whenever he's near me, or flash him some cleavage when he thinks I don't know he's looking. It wasn't long before I was off my knees and he was unbuttoning my blouse. Kevin unzipped my skirt and it fell to the floor, the blouse and my bra following. I stepped out of my thong as well. I stood there, in my stockings and heels, Jack fondling my breasts and sucking my nipples, Kevin groping my ass. I couldn't believe I was going to get both of them. I was on my knees again in a second. Jack had lost his pants as well. Kevin was completely naked now. He was nicely muscled for such a lean guy, and his cock was hard again. Jack's was smaller, thicker, and dark purple. God I loved cock, they're all so different. I took it in my hand and licked the tip, I held Kevin's in my other hand, jerking him. I didn't waste any time. I licked up Jack's shaft, sucked him down my throat while massaging his balls with my hand. Unlike Kevin, Jack was more vocal. "Oh, god, suck my cock. Play with those balls, fuck yes." I pulled Kevin closer and jerked Jack off while I sucked Kevin back into my mouth. It amazed me how different they tasted as well. I began alternating sucking and jerking, stroking their balls, loving every second of it. Then Jack pulled me up to my feet and ran a hand over my pussy. "I've wanted to fuck this for a long time," he said, leading me away from the shelves and over to a desk. He helped me step onto the desk and I was amused that he had thought that through so well. On my hands and knees on the desk I was better able to get cock at both ends without straining anything. Jack stood behind the desk and Kevin in front of it. I licked and sucked Kevin's cock while I felt Jack run his up and down my wet slit. When I felt him start to push in I sucked Kevin's cock into my throat and moaned in pleasure as Jack filled my pussy. I'd never had a cock at both ends before but I always wanted to. It was exactly like I dreamed it would be. Jack grabbed my hips and began fucking me hard, forcing me to use my hands to support myself on the desk and thereby allowing Kevin to fuck my face. I had to time the thrusts just right to keep from gagging but the intensity of getting fucked like a pair of Chinese finger cuffs was overwhelming. "I always knew you were a dirty little whore," Jack slapped my ass while he fucked me. I was never much on spanking, but I loved being called a whore. It was true. A cock whore and a cum slut. I merely grunted around Kevin's cock in agreement. "You like getting your holes fucked from both ends?" he was way more talkative than Kevin and his words were sending me over the edge. "You're going to take every inch of that cock and beg for more, aren't you?" "uh..huh...." "Fuck, yeah, your pussy is amazing. I could fuck you for days. You want to be my little cum slut? If you want to keep this job I think you'd better be my cum slut." Again all I could do was grunt as cocks were slamming into me at both ends. Finally I heard Kevin grunt and tasted his sperm shooting into my mouth. He quickly pulled out and the remainder shot at my face, dripping down my cheek. Finally being freed to speak I cried out, "Fuck your little cum slut! Fuck me hard! I fucking live for your cock!" If he responded I didn't hear it. We both lapsed into grunts and cries as his load shooting deep in my pussy set off my own climax. I didn't realize until afterwards, while I was sitting there covered in cum as Jack went around and gathered clothes, but there is a camera in the back room and no doubt that all of this was now on tape. The thing is, if anyone saw it no one ever said a word. Kinda makes me wonder where that tape is now. Retail Therapy Jessa had severe issues with men. When she was 7 years old she had a crush on the security guard of her elementary school. He was 36. As she grew older, she became tired of boys with no experience who didn't know a pussy from a pistachio. The first boy who took her virginity was Leroy; and it was fast and painful. The second boy she was active with didn't know where to stick it in, and had left her shirt on during our sex. It was horrible. She vowed to herself that she would never again sleep with someone her own age. At 19 years old, Jessa started to become more of a woman. She grew her dark, curly hair down to her waist, and her full breasts peeked out of the tank tops she always wore in the Southern California heat. being a short girl of Romanian descent, she had to wear tall, spiky heels under her pants to boost her height, and fooled many men into thinking she was much older than she was in actuality. Her large, deep dark eyes were always outlined with the blackest eyeliner. "Fuck," Jessa said, as she was hovering on the phone with her friend. "My boss just called me in to work on my day off...I HATE him!" She growled. "I have to go." She slammed down the phone and jumped out of bed to get ready. Deftly, she reached up and stroked her bare breast while thinking of what to wear. Her nipple responded and became erect, and she let out a soft moan. She started to feel wetness gather between her legs and shook herself out of it while she pulled on her skirt....The hot summers always had made her horny, ever since she was a little girl. Now, she had to stifle the urge and force herself to get to work. Jessa walked into the air-conditioned electronics store and sighed with relief. Casey was waiting for her behind the counter. "Thanks for coming in today, I couldn't get anybody else..."Was all he had to say. "Yeah, whatever.." She replied, and made her way to the backroom. Casey was always so annoying. He was 34 years old and still couldn't manage to ever leave the electronics store. His best quality was his eyes. They were a light, swirling blue and when Jessa wasn't busy hating him, she often found herself lost in them. He was tall, standing at 6 foot two, and always had chest hair peeking out from his shirt. Jessa knew he had tattoos across his muscular chest, because she often walked in on him changing his shirt on his lunch break. She knew he was always staring at her ass when she bent over to pick things up at closing time, as well. She walked back out from the backroom, and Casey took off his glasses, staring at her hardly. "What..." was all she could manage to leak out before she realized...The door was locked. And nobody was in the store. "Casey...What are you do--..." but he cut her off as he scrambled towards her and covered her mouth with his. She tried to scream out, but he carried her in his powerful arms, kicking and screaming, her mouth still stifled with his mouth, his tongue probing across her lips. "Stop!!" she screamed, and kicked at him, to no avail, he pinned her to the wall, lifted her up by her round bottom and slammed her onto the desk. "I've dealt with you acting like a spoiled little snob to me long enough" he growled, "now it's time to teach you a lesson, you little bitch." She whimpered and started to tear up, but he held his hand over her mouth and shushed her. "Aww, don't worry" he cooed, "I'm gonna make you feel good..." Casey scooted her closer to the edge of the mahogany desk and ripped open her button-down shirt with ferocity. Jessa whimpered as his hands found her bra and tore it off hungrily. softly, his lips found her nipple, and a spare hand inched it's way up her skirt. His experienced fingers found her clit as his tongue danced over her already erect nipple. Jessa squirmed in protest, but Casey's arms and powerful legs wouldn't let her free. "Mmmm...I can feel that you like that, little girl..."He murmured onto her breast, saliva dribbling down into her belly button. He gripped her bottom and eased her onto the floor, parting her legs with his thighs and unzipping his pants. Jessa bucked wildly, trying to break free, but eventually had to stop. The pain in her arms was unbearable. Like she had moved a mountain. Casey found her wetness and softly teased her clit with the tip of his manhood. Jessa looked up at him, and was horrified. She was horny. Seeing Casey's sweaty face and hungry eyes was possibly the biggest turn-on of her life. She had unknowingly torn his shirt open, and his glistening muscles and chest hair were poking out behind the beads of sweat. She found herself moan as his cock caressed her. "Oh, you like that?...You want that?" he growled "O, please!" She whispered... It was all he needed. Casey thrust deep inside of her, and she screamed out, hugging herself close to him suddenly, like a frightened child. His hips moved slowly, the big, throbbing center of his manhood gliding in and out of her with gentle, long pushes. Casey gripped her thighs and pushed them to the side, penetrating her deeper, his moans becoming louder and her screams growing as they began to climax. Jessa had never had an orgasm with a man before, but Casey's fingers rubbing her clit, and him groaning in her ear, while his other hand kept pinching and rolling her nipples, was almost too much to bare. "O, yah you're good, baby" he grunted, and she moaned softly, feeling him twitch inside her. He leaned up and thrust again, this time bellowing slightly, and came deep inside her. She almost cried out as he fiddled with her clit as he came, and she responded, almost lifting her whole body off the ground and screaming loudly, her wetness grasping onto him, coming twice against his flesh. Her hips continued to push up to him, until he withdrew to lay down beside her. They were silent for awhile until Jessa asked "What...was that?..." She laughed. "I've always loved you, Jessa...I wanted you all to myself from the beginning..." He leaned over on his side to look into her dark eyes... "Be my girlfriend?..."He chuckled... She hit his arm and laughed.. "Shutup...Pervert." Retail Therapy It began, as many of these stories do, with a pair of panties. I love lingerie as much as the next girl, but never overly indulge, as money was a little tight. My new husband Alexander and I had finally settled into our post-college lives and were reasonably well off, but had a plan to pay off college and house debts that left us on a budget. Alexander loved the items I did have- a babydoll here, some satin bras and fully lacy underwear. One pair in particular always got his attention: a pair of fully lacy boyshorts, white as snow and fully covering my ass and shaved vagina. He loved those panties, and even requested me to leave them on one night during sex. We're a pretty experimental couple, so I agreed. However, what came out of his fascination was something I couldn't control. It was late on a Thursday night when I came home from work. It was a pretty typical day to barely see one another, and our sex life was pretty much limited to the weekends. Alexander was in the process of making his own business and was still working out his apprenticeship, while I worked full time at a photography studio downtown. I came in the door quietly, hoping I wouldn't wake him, and snuck upstairs. What was in front of me I never will forget. Alex stood in front of the mirror wearing only my white lace panties, stroking his cock through the fabric. I hid so that he couldn't see me but I could see him. His feet were firmly planted and his mouth was an 'o' of bliss as he stroked his shaft. My brain went in a million directions, going from Tim Curry in "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" to my mild teenage porn phase as I watched my husband. And wonder of all wonders, I felt that familiar urge as I watched. For the firs time since I'd been married, my fingers unzipped my dress pants and worked themselves into my panties. As he tugged at his long shaft, my fingers went to my clit. It was incredibly erotic to see a full grown man in something so feminine. I was amazed at how wet I was without any foreplay. The sight made my blood pump, and my breath quickened as I saw his ass cheeks tighten under the sheer lace as he unloaded into the panties. I was stunned as my own orgasm washed over me, and I had to brace myself on the wall to keep quiet. I watched my husband take two fingers, scoop them into the wasted panties and take a quick lick. Recovered from my climax, I stepped in front of the mirror. "What are you doing?" Alexander whirled around and immediately turned as white as the panties. "Lily...I thought you weren't going to be home til later...oh my God." he sputtered. Then, to my raising eyebrows, "I'm not gay, I swear." he looked so afraid that I took pity on him. I slid over to him and put my arms around him, feeling the body of the man who was obviously still a stranger to me. "Babe, there's no reason to apologize. C'mon, let's talk." He told me that he had been doing this since he was young, and how he would acquire bits and pieces from his sister and his previous girlfriends, all without them realizing it. How he had never told anyone, and most importantly, how much of a turn on it was to him. At the end of his story, I kissed him long and deep before standing him up. "Baby, I'm not mad. I wish I'd known, but I understand. I...I actually kind of like it." He stared a me, a grin slowly encompassing his face. "Really?" "Yeah!" "So...you want to explore this" I kissed him again, this time caressing his ass while he moaned. "Absolutely." xXx We fell asleep in just our panties that night, my husband and I. I woke early that morning, sliding my hand over his body to rest on his cock. I could barely believe this was happening, but it was turning me on to new levels. I kissed him slowly, sliding down his body to his morning-hardened member and licking it lightly until he awoke. When he woke, I told him to go get a shower and to change, but to get a new pair of panties to wear under his boxers. He grinned and rushed to comply. While he was showering I picked up my cell phone and dialed. Hopefully, her number hadn't changed... When he returned, looking like his normal self, I took a satin scarf and tied it around his eyes. "I have a surprise, but you can't peek!" I led him to the car, watching in satisfaction as his cock hardened. He obviously enjoyed being my hostage. Seeing him all hot and bothered only added to my excitement. This was going to be fun! Alex tried to play twenty questions with me as we drove, but I refused to answer. We drove for he longest time until finally i stopped the car. Alex was led into a shadowy store as I removed his blindfold, and he blinked in the light. We were in a perfectly normal store, and obviously he was a little disappointed. "What're we doing here?" he asked. I only smiled. "Were picking out your new wardrobe, silly. I called in a favor to a friend, have you looked around?" Alex had just registered the fact that the store was totally empty, and a smile creased his face. "You're incredible," he said, kissing me. "Excuse me, I'm the one that cleared the place," a voice said behind us. "Rose!" I said, hugging the woman. Rose was my friend from college and Had opened a small boutique downtown. She was a little older than Alex and I, but every bit as gorgeous as a model. Rose had big tits on a lean but strong frame, and was frankly a knockout. Alex seemed to notice, but he looked nervous. "Why is she here?" he whispered. "Well dear, she's the one that's going to help us out today. She's sworn to secrecy, don't worry!" With that, we made our way through the store, and slowly my husband and I built a dream wardrobe. We went from cute skirts to the lingerie section as we browsed, the three of us laughing like...well, like little girls! I learned a lot about Alex from this, especially what he liked in a woman and her clothes. I was a little embarrassed myself, seeing my husband get the daring items I had contemplated getting but never had. It excited me more, however, to see him going through the silks and lace of the lingerie section. We finally finishe going through the store, and Rose led us to the dressing rooms. "Now, Alex...or what should I call you?" she said, giggling seductively. She had been flirting with Alex all day, and crazily enough, I didn't mind it! It felt good to be the woman who a desirable man was in love with, and Rose's attention was a good thing in my eyes. I'd always been attracted to her, just a little. "Um...just Alex is fine?" he said, confused. "No silly, a lady isn't called Alex, they have to have a proper name," she said, chiding him. We wen back and forth for a couple minutes, until I saw Alex's eyes light up at one name. "I think Alex...I mean, Alice.... Likes our choice!" I told Rose. She agreed with a smile. "Alright Alice, you go wiggle into something. We'll be right there, we have a surprise for you." I shot her a questioning look. What surprise? She shooed Alice into the room and closed the door. "Come with me," she said, leading me into another stall. Although there were two of us, the fitting room was just as small as Alice's, and I felt equal measures of excitement and claustrophobia as I locked myself in with my friend. Inside the room were two sets of the most beautiful lingerie I had ever seen. An actual lace-up yet delicate corset was on top, a purple satin number with lace outlining the boning and the cups. A black satin thong and a strange lace contraption lay on a bench beside it. Rose explained that it was a garter belt, and that it held up stockings. Before my eyes, Rose stripped down and bent to put on the thong. I was amazed by the smoothness of her body and her amazing breasts. I had never fully examined another woman's body until now, but I felt the familiar hot energy between my legs. "Lace me up?" she asked, smirking. I blushed as I helped her into the corset, barely touching her in my anxiety. She helped me into the thong and garter belt. I had to admit, I felt sexy! She was a lot more hands-on than I had been, and I was shaking by the time she was done. She only smiled and said that we had to wait for Alice. Arm in arm, we walked out to where Alex...no, Alice- was changing. "Can I come out now?" he asked. "Yes, you can!" we said in unison. Alice stepped out of the dressing room, and I don't know which of our jaws dropped the fastest. I know he had never seen me like this, but his change was even more amazing. His hair was already pretty long, and he had preferred to keep his face and stomach shaved, as well as his legs and armpits well maintained. I know know why, as his body barely reflected a masculine aura now. His chest was concealed by a see-through pink babydoll and his lower half by a pink and black g-string. The flimsy fabric could barely conceal his growing cock, which pulsed against the fabric. He was also wearing black garters and stockings. He was one he'll of a woman, and I became even more wet looking at him. It was an amazing contrast between man and woman in one sexy package. I wanted to run to him and fuck him right there, but Rose tensed her arm. I was guessing she had a plan. "Well...what do you think?" he said, patting down his clothes self-consciously. "You look fine. Now sit." Rose said in a commanding voice. Alex dropped the the waiting room chair. "Now, you're going to stay there until we tell you to." "Alright," Alice said, smiling. He was obviously enjoying this treatment. "And you cannot touch yourself, no matter what." With that, she leaned over and kissed me full on the mouth. I wasn't suprised, though I wasn't prepared. All the same, I kissed her right back, our tongues tracing each other's mouths. Alice watched with his mouth agape as we melted into the kiss, slowly exploring the other's bodies, putting on a show for him. As we kissed, I saw him physically restrain himself, keeping his hands away from his swelling cock. Rose leaned over so that he enormous tits were in his face. "Rub your nipples through the fabric. Doesn't it feel good?" "Oh, yessss..." he said, eyes closing in bliss. Rose slowly undid the lacing to her corset, and in one fluid motion straddled Alice. I could barely believe any of this was happening, but as Rose's hands ran over he body as she grinder into my husband, my hand again slipped into my thong. Slowly I built myself up and Rose ground herself into Alice, making him suck her tits. Finally she stood up and came over to me, with a reminder that Alice could only play with his nipples. He watched in fascination as Rose removed my thong. I cried out in surprise as she slowly licked me from hole to clit, then increasing her rhythem on my clit while her finger found my hole. I had never been through something like this, but rose worked me like a pro. I heard Alice moan from the chair, and I knew he was enjoying the show. The circumstances and the oral I was recieving sent me over the edge, and a delicious orgasm ripped through my body. I grabbed Rose's nipple and began to suck hard, and she moaned loudly. We were interrupted by Alice. "Please let me touch myself, I'm so hot, oh God," he begged as Rose moaned. She pulled her nipple out of my mouth and smiled wickedly. "Oh, we'll do better than that," she said, dropping to her knees and sliding the thong off of my husband before going to undo my corset. "Leave it!" he said, with passion. "Ooh, someone has a lingerie fetish," Rose teased. Alice blushed, but said nothing. Rose beckoned me, and I knew what to do. Slowly, taking turns, we began to slide our tongues up the huge shaft of my husband. Rose licked the precum off of his head while I tickled his balls lightly. I had always been a good one for blowjobs, and enjoyed giving them almost as much as most men enjoyed receiving them. I took over he shaft as Rose began to suck his balls. I eased the thick shaft into my mouth, inch by inch until I was almost to Rose. We kissed around his dick for a while, feeling him get harder the entire time. I know it must have been a sight to see, two beautiful women kissing his cock. Finally I couldn't take it and began to deepthroat him, causing him to jerk around like crazy. "I'm gonna cum!" he cried out, and with I smile I pulled him out of my mouth as the first load blew into my mouth. I used his cock to smear his cum all over Rose's tits while he sighed in bliss. When he was done, I slowly licked ever drop off of Rose, pausing to feed it to her from time to time. Alice was smiling in bliss as we finished up. The only person that hadn't orgasmed was Rose, and I thought it was only fair to reward her. Alice sucked at her nipples while I sucked at her wet pussy until she came as well, covering my face in wetness. We slumped to the ground, all of us in a pile of bodies and cum. xXx When we could move again, we dressed into our normal clothes. Rose bagged all of 'Alice's' clothes and gave them to us, saying that it was her store and shed do as she pleases with the merchandise. With a thank you (and a kiss all around) we left. Once in the car, Alex turned to me. "How can I thank you?" he asked, wonder on his face. I reached over and gave his crotch a squeeze. I could feel myself being more confident and sexy from our time with Rose, and I was liking it!" "Don't worry baby," I reassured him. "You can thank me plenty. This is just the beginning!" We made love more passionately then ever before that night. As we drifted off to sleep, I kissed his panty covered mound and held my love as we drifted away. Retail Therapy What another run-of-the-mill shitty day this had turned out to be. I was still stocking clothes four hours after my shift had ended since Mary had called in sick and my fucking maniac of a supervisor, John, had practically threatened to fire me if I didn't pull a double to cover for her. One of these days, I'm actually going to look for a new job like I've been threatening for years... Then what'll John do? It's really unfair that all the good looking people in the world get away with so much shit because of their appearance. And boy, John's wavy, sandy blonde hair and dark eyes worked in his favor. He was about six feet tall with broad shoulders with Channing Tatum-like features. John was also no stranger to the affect he had on women, and I was certain it was one of the main causes of that conceited, self-absorbed attitude. Sometimes I wondered if he kissed his mirror at night, or filmed himself jerking off. I also wondered how he got stuck as a manager of a Gap. With his modelesque aspect and his "superior supervision skills" (gag), I felt that John should be in a suit bossing people around on Wall Street or yelling at a jury while defending a very guilty convict in court. Either way, I tried my best to avoid and ignore him while getting on with my lousy job. Unfortunately, John has this habit of walking around and hitting on anything with two legs and a rack. In a smooth, almost suave, kind of way, but still... It was really annoying during our slow times because he'd follow the employees around. He always had a way of saying things without actually saying them, which is why I think he hasn't been slapped with a sexual harassment accusation just yet. That and most of the girls like it. Regardless, through his sleazy lawyer-like charisma, I knew he was some kind of smart. You could just see it in his eyes, below the deep-seated lust, of course. He may have been seedy, but I often had to stop myself from daydreaming about his unfortunately and undeniably fine body. Just imagining those strong arms holding me against him, as he pinned me to the floor, demanding that I... A shopper passed in front of the window in front of me, startling me. I stood up, my knees popping, after finishing a shoe display near the front. I was glad to move on to something else; I felt, several times, John's eyes on my ass as I was squatting in front of the display. I headed back to the storeroom to see what else needed putting out today. Thankfully, Mary's shift was almost over and other employees were starting close-up duties. I grabbed a box of summer shorts to arrange in the girls' department. Often, I stayed until after closing to wrap stuff up making sure everything was arranged just right etc, etc. I don't understand how half the slackers here got hired in the first place. Regardless, the managers knew to look for me before locking up, and I'd only ever been locked in twice. I rolled my eyes just thinking about how oblivious I become when focused on the little details. I swear, one of these days it's going to be my undoing. For now though, I continued to fold and unfold shorts and lay them out on a table for display. When lights started going out, I looked up to note that all the customers had cleared out, as well as most of the staff. All except me and John. I rolled my eyes again and took the now empty box back to storage as John messed with the check-out computer. I broke the box down and stacked it up against the wall with the other cardboard boxes, attempting to stack them evenly. In my focus, I didn't hear John walk in behind me. His hand on my shoulder had me practically jumping through the boxes, leaving those body shaped holes you see in cartoons. The surprise had adrenaline pumping through my body, and it wasn't a completely unpleasant feeling. I felt like my perception sharpened and I could har my heart pound a little harder. It helped release a tiny bit of the tension in my muscles that had built up over the double shift. John chuckled but left his hand on my shoulder. "Staying late again, Viv?" Well obviously. I pursed my lips and raised an eyebrow disdainfully but nodded in answer to his question considering he was behind me and couldn't see my face. I turned and shrugged my shoulder back to shake off his hand, but it only moved enough to slide down my arm. "On your way out?" I forced out. It had been a long day and I was in desperate need of relaxation. The idea of soaking in a nice hot bath gave me an internal shiver. The sooner I could get home, the better. John instead shrugged back and tugged a little on my arm, tentatively I thought. I couldn't see this man doing anything hesitantly. His hesitation caused me to pause from making the dramatic exit I had had in mind. Suddenly, he smirked and I blinked, erasing any illusion of gentle character I had accidentally projected. He, in that sleazy way of his, ran his hand down my arm, forcing me to unconsciously try to pull away. I scoffed and brushed past him, or tried to anyways. His hand tightened on my wrist, slightly jerking me back a step. My scoff turned into a surprised cough which only deepened John's smirk. "Problem?" he asked, his gravelly voice dropping in tone. I tried not to visibly gulp and hoped that my voice wouldn't betray my actual lack of confidence. "You wish," I shot back, trying to weasel my way out of his grip. He loosened the hold on my arm and I stepped away. I began to turn when he silkily muttered, "I see the way you look at me, just like all the others." I halted, whether from shock at his pure narcissism or at something else, I couldn't tell. Without turning to face him, I asked, "Oh? And how do you mistakenly think I look at you?" Mr. Stuck-up, cocky pants, I added in my head. I jumped when he touched me again. He must move like a ninja, seeing how this was the second time he snuck up on me tonight. Both of his hands rested on my upper arms now. "Let go," I ordered. Instead of letting go and responding to my very practical demand, he leaned in and whispered in my ear giving me goosebumps. I couldn't tell if they were the good or bad kind... "You look at me like you want me." "And everyone looks at you that way?" I laughed. His grip tightened on my arms. His voice took on a dreamy quality. "Most everyone anyway. I mean, I'm not an idiot. I know what I look like. I've been... blessed with certain features." I gagged to myself and rolled my eyes yet again. Faster than I thought possible, John spun me around to face him and pressed his lips to mine. I jerked my head away, my body, though, held still by his grip. "Ew, gross!" I practically shouted in his face. Shock flitted across his face; then, as his expression settled, something darker hid behind his eyes. Something slightly dangerous? I wondered, curious despite myself. I put one foot back and tried yet again to pull away. John smirked once more, letting go of my arms but stepping forward to match the distance I had backed away. He shrugged. "You can pretend it's not true, but I've seen you looking at me while I work." "Like everyone else does, you mean?" I asked, sarcasm heavy in my voice. "Why not come on to one of them?" I pursed my lips and raised my eyebrow again; he could see me this time. He chuckled darkly, running a finger down my cheek. I didn't dare move; the look in his eyes still had that dark tint. "I like my girls with a little fight in them. Let's say, a little bit more of a challenge that way." The sound of his voice made me tremble a little. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Well consider me unchallengable. Don't bother." I turned and started to walk out the doorway to go clock out. He called after me, "See, if I thought it would make a difference, I may have tried another approach." I continued walking but spoke over my shoulder, "A different approach?" I reached the cash register computer to sign off my shift, or rather, Mary's shift. He strode along behind me. "Yeah. You know, romance you, etcetera." I tilted my head and put a hand on my hip, offended. "I'm not worth romancing?" He chuckled. "Not that exactly. Other 'approaches'," he emphasized 'approaches' in a way that was not only obnoxious but kind of sexy, "are just more... appropriate for your type. Sure, you may appreciate romance on a, well, on a romantic level. But that's not what I want to appeal to," he murmured mysteriously. My eyebrows furrowed with my confusion. "Excuse me?" He slowly crossed his arms and leaned against the cashier counter. "You're a girl who needs a good fucking. But not just any kind of fucking. A particular... brand." My eyes widened in shock. "Excuse me?" I repeated again, but barely above a whisper, curiosity now definitely taking over the shock. "You're a fighter," he continued, his eyes raking the back wall of clothes displays ambivalently. "I can just tell; you secretly like to fight. And you're such a control freak... your type revels in losing control, being forced to lose control." I had no idea what he was talking about but listening to the way he said it was turning my body against me. I was getting wet. Damnit. I logged out and continued to stare at the computer. "Like that kiss back there. You reacted violently, because you were surprised, but also because it was a sign of repressed passion." He leered. "Psh. I yelled 'gross'. Not exactly the sign of a turned on girl..." I argued still staring at the computer, refusing to look at him. In that ninja-like way of his, his hand snaked out faster than I could see it, tangling in my hair and pulling my head back so he could kiss me again, hard and rough. My eyes wide, I squealed against his mouth, but this time he didn't let go. I squirmed as his other hand circled my waist and pulled me against him. I couldn't budge against his muscled arm or his rock hard body. His mouth crushed against mine was making it hard to breathe, not to mention the fact that, yes, fine, he was a good kisser. My lips tingled, and I gasped when John bit down on my lower lip sensually. I could feel his kiss all the way down to my toes. I was getting lightheaded, but began to fight back harder. I might have been getting wetter by the second, but that didn't mean I had to give in; like I wanted to get caught up with this sleaze-ball. I pinched his side really hard, finally forcing John to at least relinquish his hold on my mouth. I gasped for air. John groaned, but not because of my pinch... "See? Not so bad." "Maybe for you," I spat defensively. "You can't just go around grabbing girls and kissing them and expecting them to like it. In fact..." I reached up and brought my hand back to slap him. Right before my hand made contact with his cheek, the hand he had tangled in my hair grabbed my wrist, stopping my hand mid-slap. I blinked, astonished. "Nuh uh uh," he tisked. "Good try though." The hand wrapped around my waist slid down to my ass, cupping one cheek. I outwardly grimaced but something inside me melted a little, and I hated myself for it. He pulled me forward using both hands, one on my ass and the other still on the wrist of the hand I had tried to slap him with. I tried digging my feet into the floor but he only reacted more strongly, roughly tightening his grip on me and pulling me towards him, against him. Another surge of adrenaline raced through my chest and a giggle escaped my lips, one that I cut off as soon as I realized it had happened. What was wrong with me? John's eyes smoldered and he chuckled deeply in response. I tried even harder to pull away and he tsked me again, closing in on one of the storefront's walls. He turned us and slammed me against the wall in a pleasantly painful sorta way. He moved his hands to my shoulders and eyed me up and down appreciatively. I narrowed my eyes more at him but my traitorous lips lifted into a wicked grin. Seriously, what was happening with me? I was quickly losing my false confidence and falling into something... else. I mentally shook myself and then re-pursed my lips. He shifted his grip to both of my arms. "Something in the store you like, sir?" I cocked my head and his grip tightened on my arms, in pleasant surprise I supposed. I experimentally pushed back, gauging his strength, his seriousness about all of this. His eyes glinted. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," his voice rumbled in warning. My chest tightened in response. Just for fun, I struggled some more. His eyes flashed and his arms ran brusquely up my skin locking my upper arms against the wall behind me. So quickly that he caught me off-guard, he ran his tongue up the length of my neck, hot and wet, until his nose bumped my earlobe which he equally as quickly pulled into his mouth and bit, hard. I gasped and barely contained a moan. He pulled back slowly enough to make me tense. His hands slid further down my arms and he took my wrists in one hand, briskly pulling my arms above my head. "You want this, don't you, baby?" he whispered before licking his lip. My eyes sparkled back in defiance, and I squirmed. "Like you would know what I want," I shot back, but a shiver up my body betrayed me. "Oh, I can make a wild guess," he teased. He slid a leg between both of mine, his hip pressing mine further against the wall. I felt trapped, restrained as I was, but something about it was secretly thrilling. I pushed my chest out, the only part of me that didn't seem to be held down. His glance dropped instantly to my breasts, and he smirked. "I don't mind you trying to 'escape' that way." His voice was husky. His free hand tugged at my shirt, pulling it out of my khaki pants, and then he began to unbutton it. I didn't know how to stop him, or even if I wanted to; both realizations startled me. "What are you doing?" I asked, a hint of panic creeping into my voice, my bravado fading away as quickly as he opened my blouse. John didn't pause but instead began tracing the top of my bra with his fingers, giving me goosebumps again. He ignored my question. "Now you're going to do as I say," he muttered, dipping a finger beneath the fabric of my bra to reach my nipple. My clit jumped in response, but my brain focused on his statement. The absurdity of what he had said almost made me laugh, and helped me regain my former confidence, false or not. "Oh, am I? Just because you have me pinned to a wall, doesn't necessarily mean I'll just do whatever you say." I scoffed. "I was counting on it," he rumbled. My skin prickled and I closed my eyes for a moment. John tugged at my bra. "I want this off. Are you going to be good and do that for me if I let go?" "It's more likely that I'll run screaming from the room," I bluffed. He appraised me for a second and then, once again faster than I could fathom, flipped me around so that my face was pressed against the wall. Just as quickly, he slapped my ass, hard. "Ouch!" I yelled. "That fucking hurt, you bastard!" "Ah," I could hear him smiling, "There we go." "What do you think you're doing?" I asked again, vehemently. "Making sure you'll do what I tell you. Have you changed your mind?" I scoffed again. "I don't think so, bud. I think you're crazy." "And I think you like it," he responded, spanking me hard again in the same place. I winced and let out a squeak. "Are you going to do as I say?" "Sure," I lied. "Sure I will." I couldn't see his face to see if he believed me, but he let go of my wrists and stepped back. "Alright, off with the shirt and bra," he commanded. I moved my hands towards my chest and then faked a lunge to the left and tried to run around him on the right. I unfortunately didn't even get three steps before he grabbed me, sank against the wall in a classic exercise wall sit, and threw me over his legs, spanking me in quick succession. I squealed as he switched back and forth between ass cheeks, increasing in speed and force. "I'll stop whenever you decide to obey," he warned. I was actually coming close to tears and managed to push out, "Okay, okay, I will. For real this time." He spanked me twice more and then stopped, leaving his hand on my ass. As I panted, he squeezed causing me to moan both from pleasure and pain. Slowly, I removed my shirt, then bra. "I'm not gonna be able to sit for a week," I complained. "I doubt that," he chuckled, helping me to my feet before holding my wrists behind my back with one hand and tracing up my side with the other. My skin felt chilled where he touched it with his fingers. He cupped one of my breasts and squeezed, making me moan. I ignored the smirk he gave me in response. "See? Aren't you glad you complied?" He traced his thumb over my hardening nipple. I moaned again. I was wet, topless, and at this rate, probably just as fuckable as he had labeled me. "What exactly are you planning?" I whispered. "I thought that was obvious," John chuckled. The hand cupping my breast slid down my stomach and over the top of my khakis, which were unfortunately required as part of our work uniform. He slid his hands between my legs and I unconsciously thrust my pelvis forward against him. "I told you, you need a good fucking." He pulled at the button of my pants, popping it open. "Gonna be a good girl and take these off for me too?" he asked with a slight purr in his voice. I considered saying no, being over-confident again, but my lust was absolutely taking over. So much for that relaxation I'd wanted. Not to mention the fact that my ass was still on fire. Seemed like John was right; I just needed to be screwed. I hesitantly nodded, sure the confusion was showing through my eyes. "You paused..." he murmured. He started to turn me, pulling at my wrists from behind my back. His other hand slowly rose in the air. I turned my head so that I could keep my eye on him. "Wait! Wait, no I didn't pause," I begged. "I'll take them off, I promise." "Why?" he asked, raising his hand higher. Why? What do you mean why? I thought rapidly. "Because you said so?" I said tentatively. His hand stopped in the air, but didn't come down, just hovered. "That's not what I'm looking for..." I started to panic. I wanted to avoid another spanking. They hurt! His hand began moving again. "I'll do it because I want to!" I practically yelled. "That's a little better," John cajoled. "But not quite realistic. I'm not sure I believe you..." His hand rose a few more centimeters. I closed my eyes and gulped. His hand rubbing relentlessly over my pants on my clit was not making my focus any clearer. I took a shaky breath and tried again. Starting with a moan, I whispered, "Please... let me take them off." John continued to look me in the eye, one eyebrow raised. "Quite honestly, I'd rather take them off myself. But I'd not want to risk you trying to run off again. Really, I just want what's best for you." I choked off a hysterical laugh. Between being caught in this situation and being driven crazy with my lust, I didn't know what was more insane. I needed this. I needed him. But it was still hard for me... How was any of this happening? John leaned closer and whispered in my ear, making whatever part of me that was not already melted, weak and quivery. "I'm going to stop. You're going to be still like a good girl and let me get these pants off of you, won't you now?" I nodded, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head at the gravelly sound of his voice in my ear. He moved away from between my legs and placed both hands on my hips, letting them slowly slide back towards the zipper. He pulled at the zipper, slower than I thought possible. At this rate, I just wanted him to get on with it! "Please," I whispered breathless. He continued to pull at the khakis, sliding them down my thighs, over my knees, over my calves... "Step out," he whispered just as breathlessly. Retail Therapy at its Best (Note from the author -- Whilst this story follows on from Just Four Friends, I hope that it is complete enough to be enjoyed on its own. Please rate it and have fun!) * I gasped in shocked amusement as Anna held up a dress, well what loosely could be called a dress. Black PVC with straps, zips, buckles, chains and studs was not my normal attire; even the new 'me' hadn't gone this far. The laughter in her eyes and sly smile playing over her lips showed that Anna knew this was unrealistic, but a bet was a bet. "I have to see you in this," she whispered, leaning into me, brushing the mound of my breast with her arm. I still couldn't believe I was here. 8 months ago, all I cared about was my career. I was plain, frumpy and growing old before my time. It was amazing that my funny, vibrant, lifelong friends had wanted anything to do with me. Then I met James! He had opened my eyes, my life and my legs, but the crowning glory was the discovery that my 3 bosom buddies had spent the last 10 years being just that! Bosom buddies! They had been pleasuring each other quite regularly, just for fun, and now I had joined them. It had only been a couple of times so far, but it had been such fun each time, and James' reaction when I slowly told him each juicy detail meant it would carry on happening! This shopping trip had been James' suggestion, no sorry, instruction, and he had been very clear on what he wanted. "Make sure you buy some sexy underwear, both of you, then come home and model it for me." I had been nervous about entering the erotic clothing shop so Anna had suggested a game. "We'll both find the most outrageous thing for the other to try on. After that, normal lingerie will be easy. Bet I can find something you'll refuse to try?" So the bet had been made. Whoever refused to step out of the changing cubicle first would have to model to James first. I'll admit I was dubious about my friend parading sexily in front of my man, but I was also intrigued about his reaction. I had already selected two outfits for Anna to try; one was a (seemingly) tame nurse's uniform, the other a bra, suspenders and stockings ensemble containing red faux fur and crotchless knickers. She'd blanched a little at that one, as the shop was surprisingly busy and, despite her taste in partners and frequency, Anna was no exhibitionist. However she was determined to win the bet, hence the bondage dress that was now dangling luridly from her finger. "I wouldn't even know how to put it on," I complained. Her smile broadened. "I help!" With a slow wink, she turned back to the rack and resumed searching for that one outfit that would definitely have me crumbling in submission. I had already picked out Anna's two trials, my selection of underwear to model to James and a couple of outfits I genuinely wanted to try on. All Anna had was the bondage dress and a couple of dresses for herself. I was getting impatient. As I made my way towards the changing rooms at the back of the shop, I flicked through various outfits before one caught my eye, and I knew I had won the bet! A sheer, see-through, knee length dress with holes cut out for the breasts and front and back access. There was no way in the world Anna would come out of the changing cubicle wearing this little number. I quickly returned the lame nurse's outfit, hid the sheer dress under the other clothing and turned to see a smiling Anna making her way towards me. "Got everything? Let's go!" My confidence evaporated. What other monstrosity had she discovered? Both changing cubicles were free, so we gave each other one 'bet' outfit and went inside. I locked my door and held up... a leopard-skin print jumpsuit -- this would leave NOTHING to the imagination and was going to ages to fit into. "Hell Anna," I shouted, "I'm going to be here forever!" A laugh drifted into the changing room. "At least I didn't give you the worst outfit to start with." I felt a little ashamed. Had I gone too far with the sheer dress that I was yet to give her? The crotchless panties were the least of her problems and she didn't even know it. At least this jumpsuit and the bondage dress covered everything... or did it? I was now nearly naked, standing in only my thong, looking at this tacky Shania Twain rip-off and I realised that the neckline wasn't a neckline at all. I took it off the hangar and stepped into the legs. I pulled it up to my crotch and felt the seam pull into my pussy. "Nice," I thought, "a tasteful camel-toe!" A shout from Anna questioning my readiness made me stop, panting slightly. "Are you kidding?" I retaliated, "it'll be ages before I'm ready!" I pulled the jumpsuit up and my fears were realised. The 'neckline' went down to my navel. I struggled my arms in, pulled it up to my shoulders and found it barely covered my nipples. I tucked them in and looked in the mirror. I took a deep breath. I HAD to do this. "Ready?" I called. I turned to the door. "On three..." I unlocked the door. "One, two, three!" She called. I opened my door at the same time as Anna and we stood there, grinning like schoolgirls. "Step out then," dared Anna. "You too," I answered. The balcony bra beautifully held her ample breasts, pushing them up to form an inviting cleavage. The red faux fur trailed down her flat stomach and the stockings and suspenders framed her legs and hips. Looking down, I realised the opening in her crotchless panties couldn't be seen. My face obviously displayed my disappointment and Anna giggled. "Ha! It doesn't show. But those wonderful tits of yours are bursting out." I looked down to see my left nipple peeking out. I pushed it back in, stepped out, turned round and stepped back in. Anna burst out laughing. "I've never seen you move so quick!" I pointedly looked between her legs. "Your turn. Move!" She shuffled forward, making sure the opening remained closed, did a slow turn watching my face all the way before leaping back into her changing room. She burst out laughing again. "That's not fair," I exclaimed. "It's the deal -- out of the room and turn around. I did it! Come on, next outfit." I reached behind the door for the sheer dress with only minor pangs of misgiving. Anna was holding out the bondage dress, so I grabbed it, threw her dress at her and slammed the door to my cubicle shut. I heard her squeal as she realised she'd been duped. "You bitch!" The thought crossed my mind again that I may have gone too far, but a giggle from the opposite cubicle put all those thoughts to rest. I eyed the atrocity on the hangar before me. I had no clue how I was going to get it on, but then closer examination revealed that all the chains, belts and studs ended at a concealed zip under the right armpit. I removed the jumpsuit, unzipped the dress, stepped in and zipped it up again. You could definitely call it a tight fit, but at least this one covered my boobs. I turned and looked in the mirror. "Wow!" I thought, "that's actually not bad." I went in and out at all the right places and the neckline really enhanced my 34DD cleavage. I opened the door slightly and queried the readiness of my partner in sin. To my amazement, her door opened, although all I could see was her face as she peered into the opening. "Get your stuff, and get over here! Now!" Her eyes were smiling, belying the seriousness of her tone. I grabbed my gear, walked out into the corridor, did a twirl to complete my side of the bet and walked into her cubicle. I dumped my things on the chair, smiled at the bright red sign with gleaming white lettering -- "ONLY ONE OCCUPANT PER CUBICLE" -- and turned to look at Anna. She was wearing the dress. Her pert breasts poked out of the holes in the sheer material, her trimmed pussy was glistening and... I waggled a finger and she slowly turned. Oh yes, there was that cute arse of hers. I lowered my finger and ran a nail over each cheek as she turned. When she faced me again, she was grinning. "Ok, you win!" She leaned in and kissed me on the lips, parting them with her tongue, passion pouring as the chains covering my boobs crushed against her naked chest. I responded to her as she flicked her tongue into my mouth and her hands snaked up and around the back of my neck. I lightly ran my hands over the silky dress down her back as an urge overcame me. I pushed her back and leant down, taking one of her nipples in-between my teeth. She gasped as it hardened in my mouth and used her hand on the back of my neck to pull me into her. As I nuzzled her tit, the thought of James' instruction and reaction sent a shiver down to my womb. I knew his instruction to buy sexy underwear had been made in the hope that Anna and I would end up in this very situation, I was still unsure of my feelings but I knew I enjoyed the fervor and passion with which James rewarded me every time. My playmate suddenly changed the pressure on the back of my neck and I found myself on my knees. I smiled inwardly. Very typical of feisty Anna. She lifted one leg and I was faced with her wet cunt, ripe for licking. I extended my tongue and ran it from hole to clit and was rewarded by a stifled squeal and shiver. I opened my mouth and took in her nub, rolling my tongue around it, sucking gently. Anna arched her back and pushed into my face. Her sweet smell filled my nostrils as I licked and nibbled her. Using two fingers I probed her hole as her juices started to flow. I pulled out my fingers, licked them clean and then gently forced them back deep into her pussy, relishing the feel of her muscles as they started to squeeze. I moved my fingers inside her and rubbed the small ridges of her 'G' spot. Her pussy started pulsing and quivering, juices flowing down my fingers as she started to cum. I withdrew my fingers, leant forward, clamped my mouth around her delicious pussy and milked her, my teeth working on her clit to lengthen the orgasm. Amazingly Anna managed to remain quiet as her orgasm flowed into my mouth, although her hold on my head and hair belied the intensity of feeling the exquisite pleasure. Soon enough she released her hold on me and, with a parting lick, I stood up. Her eyes were sparkling as she leant in and kissed me, obviously relishing the taste of her cunt juice on my tongue. "Well," she gasped, "I know I've said it before, but it's worth saying again. I fucking love the new you, and where did you learn to lick a pussy like that?" I laughed. "I'll admit all I do is think of what James does to me!" I undid the zip of my bondage dress and stepped out of it. Anna looked at my bare breasts hungrily. I smiled, stepped back and held up my hands. "No you don't. I want to try on these clothes, and then get home to James. His cock is all I can think of right now!" Anna laughed. "You'd better not take that off," pointing to my thong, "I can see how wet you are, you'll end up leaving a trail everywhere." We both giggled as we tried on the other garments (minus the knickers). Eventually we pulled on our street clothes, paid for our selections and practically ran out of the shop. As we fell through the front door at home, we were still laughing. James appeared from the kitchen and grinned at the pair of us. "You girls have fun?" The laughed response made his eyes shine as he quickly deduced what must have happened. He kissed me lightly on the lips, then kissed me again as I opened my lips slightly. His eyes widened as his tongue encountered the lingering taste of Anna's juice. "Mmm... nice!" We all moved into the living room and Anna spied the bottle of wine James had chilling in the cooler bucket on the coffee table. As she filled the three accompanying glasses, James pushed into me from behind. I could feel that the thought of the actions behind the taste on my tongue had an immediate effect on my lover. "So," he enquired as Anna passed out the golden nectar, "do you have outfits to demonstrate?" "We do," I replied, "and Anna goes first." She spluttered into her wine. "How d'you work that out?" "You didn't fulfill your side of the bet!" She gave me a look of distain, took a gulp of wine, picked up her bag of purchases and pointed to the stairs. "At the top, turn left." I smiled as she stomped out of the room. James pressed even harder into me and used his free hand to reach round and squeeze my breast. "Fun afternoon then?" he whispered as he nibbled my ear. I reached a hand behind me and lightly brushed his engorged cock. "It had its moments," I teased as I gently squeezed. He felt harder and bigger than I'd ever known him to be. "Still feeling playful?" he asked. I let go and turned to look at him. Doubts, fears and misgivings flooded into my mind. "What do you want to do? Do you want to fuck Anna?" He smiled in reply. "God no woman, you're the only one I want to sink my cock into, but I love to watch her eat you!" I couldn't help but smile as I was reassured. I could hear Anna's footsteps on the stairs and hastily kissed him. "I don't know how she'll feel about it; lets just see how it goes?" Anna walked into the room, hesitantly. She'd found my dressing gown and had it wrapped tightly round her. My best friend looked positively scared. She looked at me and I smiled. At that, she raised her chin, opened the gown to give us no more than a three second glimpse of a PVC bra and panties. As she hugged herself to ensure the dressing gown was closed, I went over to her, glass of wine in hand. She gratefully took it and drained it in one movement. "Let's both go and change?" I suggested, smiling back at James. I was surprised, pleasantly surprised at my friend's hesitancy and nervousness. As we entered the bedroom she turned and hugged me. Now I was starting to get concerned. "Hey. You ok?" She drew back and looked at me. "You love him. He's your man. I don't want to get in the way, nor cause any problems, and if I go back down there I might just do that. He's hellishly sexy and I'm so turned on..." Her eyes were burning as the passion coursed through her veins. I smiled at her, pleased by her desire for James and touched by her concern for me. "It's ok, we just need ground rules. I want to play as much as you do and James is probably wanking down stairs already. There's only rule; my pussy is the only one his cock fills!" Anna's eyes widened. "You sure?" I nodded. She visibly relaxed and laughed. "I think we can honestly say your transformation is complete. The old Steph is really gone!" We were still giggling as, two minutes later, we descended the stairs, suitably dressed, minus the dressing gown. Anna had slipped into a royal blue lace bra and thong. I had donned a purple balcony bra with matching thong and suspender belt. The obligatory stockings were topped with purple lace. Stockings were James' favourite; he had commented more than once that my shapely legs were made for stockings! We slowly pushed open the living room door to be greeted by a glorious slight of my sexy lover lying on the sofa. He'd removed his jeans and rucked up his rugby shirt as he smoothly and deftly ran his hand up and down his naked, erect, beautiful cock. Anna drew a sharp breath. "Oh my! Now that is a gorgeous sight to behold." "My thoughts exactly," returned James as he looked us both up and down. His eyes lingered on my stocking tops as he added, "nice, very nice indeed." The action of James' hand on his engorged member made my pussy quiver with desire and I took the few steps to the sofa. As I sank to my knees James placed his hand on the back of my head and gently guided me to my target. An appreciative moan escaped his lips as mine wrapped around his knob end. I used my tongue to lightly tease his hole, out of which seeped a little delicious pre-cum. The pressure on the back of my neck increased slightly and I opened my mouth to take in as much of him as I could. I relaxed my muscles a little as he reached the back of my throat and felt him grab a handful of hair as I started to work my mouth up and down his length. A second moan of pleasure escaped him as I sucked. Suddenly I felt a small pair of hands tugging at my thong. As it was slipped over my arse, Anna kissed each cheek and I lifted my knees until the garment was removed and discarded. A finger ran up my inner thigh until she reached round and teasingly tweaked my clit. With her other hand she eased my legs apart and I realised she was now lying on the floor with her head between my legs. A couple of cushions ensured that her lips and tongue made the perfect connection with my quivering pussy. As I settled into my rhythm on James' cock, so did Anna's tongue on my cunt. The feel of her attention to my clit and hole joined with the taste and feel of the large cock in my mouth and very soon my mind was reeling; I didn't know which sensation to concentrate on; it was becoming exquisitely torturous. Slowly James eased the pressure on the back of my neck and I released his cock from my mouth. I looked at him and he motioned towards Anna lying prone on the floor. Feeling the change in my position, she stopped nibbling my clit; I immediately ached for her to continue. James pushed me round and I realised what he intended. So did Anna. She slid off the cushions and gripped my legs as I knelt over her head. I leant forward and trailed my tongue down her stomach following the strip of pubic hair that guided me towards her seeping hole. Licking me out had obviously increased her feeling of horniness! She pulled me back down onto her face and resumed nibbling my clit. I returned the favour and inwardly smiled at her grateful gasp into my pussy. As I parted her pussy lips with my tongue, she followed my actions. I loved the mirroring; her mouth on my pussy, my mouth on hers; my tongue in her hole, her tongue in mine. I glanced up to see James smoothly stroking his cock as he watched my best friend and I eat each other out. The look on his face was of absolute joy and pleasure as though all his birthdays had come at once! Soon I could sense Anna's impending orgasm and knew my own was not too far out of reach, but I had to have James' cock inside me. I looked up at him. "Fuck me James," was the only invitation he needed. Anna stopped licking me and started to move out the way until I grabbed her thigh. "And where'd you think you're going?" "Oh, I thought I'd leave you two to it." "I don't think so," grinned James, "three is definitely not a crowd right now. On the sofa!" Returning the grin, Anna laid on the sofa, one leg bent at the knee, the other trailing on the floor, giving me perfect access to her awaiting cunt. James knelt behind me and placed the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. My own wetness mingled with Anna's saliva ensured that, with the gentlest of pressure, he smoothly entered me. He continued to push in all the way, till his balls grazed my clit. I let out a long contented sigh. He felt so good inside me, filling me perfectly. He quickly settled into a steady rhythm. I knew it wouldn't be too long before he would be ready to cum, especially as he had a perfect view as I leant forward slightly to resume my licking and sucking of my best friend's heavenly pussy. As I sharpened my tongue and thrust it in and out of her hot hole, I matched James' cock, thrusting and out of mine, perfectly synchronized. As my tongue began tire I felt the now familiar feelings begin to build again in my womb. I glanced at Anna and saw that she had removed her bra and was frantically tweaking her nipples, a clear indication that she was nearing her peak. To save any painful accidents during my orgasm, I replaced my tongue with two fingers, easily sliding them in and out of her, upturned to connect with that wonderful pleasure spot, and used my other hand to rhythmically caress her swollen nub. Her hips started to buck and rise as she neared her crescendo. Retail Therapy at its Best At that point when I felt I just had to cum, I felt James' cock swell even more inside me. He increased his grip on my hips and whispered "oh, go on baby." At that, all three of us simultaneously gave in to that exquisite pleasure. Anna and I squealed as our pussy walls quivered and pulsated; the feeling around my fingers shot straight up my arm, down my body and increased my own spasms around James' spurting member. He gave a low groan as I milked every last drop out of him. As I pulled my fingers out of Anna's satiated hole, James withdrew from mine and I collapsed onto my side. The three of us looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Timing!" we all chimed at the same time. Anna looked down at me. "Oh honey, look at you. You're laughing so much you're leaking." She twisted round on the sofa, leaned down and began lapping James' spunk from me. Once she'd cleaned me out she sat up and grinned like the archetypal cat with the cream. "Nice" she said, licking her lips, looking at James. She leaned across and kissed me deeply, mixing the taste of me and James with her own juices in my mouth. The taste was divine. I pulled away and shared the sensation with my lover. After the deep kiss he looked at us both. "Very tasty! If you two ladies don't mind, I would love to do this again?" Picking up the wine glasses, Anna and I looked at each other and agreed that James certainly has some great ideas! Retaining The phone rings; it's him, I know it's him, I can tell by the sound of the ring... Oh what time is it? Damn!! 2:30pm. you know you have to answer it, if you don't there will be hell to pay. "Hello." His tone is strong; his words are short and to the point. "Maryanne, I expect you to be in position, ready and waiting for me at six sharp. We have ... an issue or two to discuss." No questions asked you know exactly what he wants. "Yes Master Jerrod, as you wish." He disconnects, leaving a buzzing tone in your ear. Your mind starts to race... What have you done, or rather, what haven't you done? He has let you have quite a time in this last week... No lists of chores with short deadlines. Not a word about you going out with your friends and arriving home well past dinner. He hasn't even done an inspection of you or your toys. Looking around you notice the living room looks rather disorganized. The kitchen sink has many unwashed dishes in it. The house has become a mess rather quickly. You have been busy with other pursuits... The weather has been great so you have beetled around town, met up with your friends for drinks and once home you have been playing games on the computer or getting caught up in some TV show. 'Well I guess that is it, isn't it? Slacking off for the week and now he is a little cross. No big deal... He will make me kneel in the corner for a while then give me a few licks over his knee, just as a reminder that I had better get back in the routine he set out for me... Just to play it safe I should probably tidy the place up a bit... cover any bad spots until tomorrow when I have more time to get the place clean... I still have to shower and straighten up my toys... He will be very upset if he finds out I have been playing with them without his permission or guidance. I wonder what is on the tube at three in the afternoon... Sitting down on the couch I start flipping channels. I find one of my afternoon soaps, lay back and relax. Thinking to myself I have plenty of time before six. I am still a little worried about tonight - Master Jerrod did sound very short and curt on the phone. Oh well I know I deserve to be redirected... I will show him what a good girl I can be and I won't even try to get out of my punishment. The phone rings again... this time it is my best friend Ally... "Hello" "Oh Maryanne!! I just had to call and give you a heads up, I heard Kurt on the phone with Jerrod, He sounded very angry. Turns out when you and I were shopping yesterday Jerrod found a letter in the mail... It was from the police. Multi nova caught you speeding again..." "Oh NO! Jerrod said the next time I got a ticket in the mail..." "I know! That is why I am giving you a heads up... He told Kurt that he was going to deal with you once and for all... He is very angry." "Did he tell him how much the ticket is for?" "I heard it was for about $200. You have really done it this time." "Ally, what am I going to do? He called me this afternoon; I thought he was a little upset because I have been a little lazy." Tears started to well up in my eyes and my throat became very tight. "Ally I have to go. It's five and he will be home at six." "Good luck Maryanne. I will talk to you later." "Bye." Quickly I hang up the phone. I run upstairs, start the shower and get undressed. I wash my hair and body; shave my legs and double check that my pussy hair is not too long or too short. Once out of the shower I cream myself well and pay special attention to my bottom. 5:55pm, he will be home in five minutes. I take my place in my corner on the second level of the stairs. I kneel with my legs spread just over shoulder width apart, hands on my head, nose in the corner. Five minutes felt like a life time. I heard the key in the door. Instantly my stomach turned. I saw Jerrod look up the stairs and see my naked body in the expected position in the corner. "Good girl, at least you have done one thing right. You can stay there until I am ready to deal with your insolence. I am not pleased with you my pet." He continued to make his way up the stairs to the master bedroom. I haven't been in this position long, but already my arms are beginning to ache, and my knees and lower back are sore. I know that this is going to be a VERY long evening. Thirty minutes have passed; I know this because I can hear the sportscaster report the day's events on the television news.. Master Jerrod has just gotten out of the shower. The bathroom door opens; I take the chance to speak, "Master I am sorry for what I..." "THAT IS ONE! You know better than to speak before being directed to! My pet - you have some very real, very hard lessons to learn tonight. I gave you an inch and look where it has gotten you. I am not ready to deal with you at this moment... Think carefully my pet, as to why you find yourself in this position... Speak not another word. Retraining will commence at MY leisure." With that he gives me two very quick, hard slaps on my bottom. I am holding my breath trying not to whimper, as my bottom burns. Oh how could I be so unwise...? This is why he is the master and I am his slave. I just can't bear the thought of what he is going to do... he is so very cross. The news is over; I can hear him gathering his tools of choice. Oh what will it be? Cuffs, the belt, the paddle oh I hope it is not the cane! "Pet, come into the office." I move as quickly as my sore legs will carry me. "Back on your knees, hands on your head." He sits in his chair strong and straight looking at me. I can feel his hazel/green eyes burning into me. I have my eyes directed to the floor as I know I am not allowed to look up unless told to. "You have been a VERY naughty girl this past week... and a couple of weeks before. For this you will take responsibility for your actions. I have told you many times before, you will be held accountable for everything you do. Since you have been acting like a disrespectful brat you will be treated like one." "Yes Master" He grabs the back of my hair pulling down so my face is toward the ceiling, "Did I tell you to speak??" "No Master." "That will be another ten. Tonight you will learn just how dangerous it is to speed; You will learn that everyday you will tidy the house. You will not go off and play until your work is done, AND every night my dinner is to be ready for me unless I tell you otherwise. You will feel the shame for the lack of respect shown to me this week." "You will remain on your knees for the rest of the night, then you will return to sleeping on the floor by me. You do not deserve to sleep in the bed next to me. That is a privilege you must earn. When I wake in the morning you will rise, start the shower for me and have my clothes arranged properly on the bed. You will return to your corner in position until I have left for work. I will give you a list of chores and the times that they will be done by. After that you will write lines... oh yes my pet you will not be playing tomorrow. The television will not be turned once while I am away, nor will your computer. You will cook the meal on your list and have it ready and waiting for me. You will learn this lesson once and for all even if I have to make it so you don't sit for a week." Jerrod can see the shame I already feel as he tells me his expectations. I wish I hadn't broken his rules, I am feeling the pain of it all already but I don't dare ask for mercy. All I wish to do is please him again. "Lie down, spread your legs, I want to inspect you..." I lay down, knees bent, legs spread and arms above my head. I hate being inspected; he looks so close and can always tell if I have been playing with myself. He spreads my lips and gives my clit a little pinch, I start to moan and catch myself midway. Quickly he gives my breast a slap to remind me I am not meant to enjoy this. Then he carries on; in goes one finger to my pussy, then a second... oh no he knows; the dreaded third finger. "Hmmmmmm tsk tsk you naughty little girl. Toys will be locked up for a week now... you know the rules no play unless you ask your master first. You are here to please ME first NOT yourself." And with that another quick slap to my breast. "Turn over, Bottom up." I swear he does this just for his pleasure... He spreads my cheeks, then he puts a little KY on his finger and in to my ass it goes. "Terrible that you have to be punished to night... I know how you love to please me; love to have me fuck your ass... Terrible, it really is." I wanted to cum the instant he inserted his finger but I didn't dare... That would have me tied in the dungeon to the wooden saw horse for who knows how long. (Painful on my pussy that contraption is.) "Back on your knees, down to the dungeon." I am feeling so exposed crawling naked down the stairs. "Hurry Up!" Thwack! OWWW He has the belt! I crawl as fast as I can. In the dungeon there are two chairs set back to back. In the corner is the saw horse and hanging from the rafters is a long rope. On one of the chairs is a pair of cloth covered hand cuffs. He was not kidding when he said "Retraining". "Pet, you have a choice to make, we can do this the easy way OR I can do this the hard way." I know what he means... He wants no hesitation to his commands, complete submission. I am not to speak, squirm or fight in anyway. "Well which is it going to be?" "Master I will do whatever it takes to please you." "Good girl." He sits down on a chair. "You have earned yourself a warm up spanking. Come." I crawl quickly, eyes still lowered. "Up and over." I do as he commands. He rubs my bottom and sighs. "You know how I hate to punish you." SMACK! My right cheek begins to burn. "You should know better than to misbehave." SMACK! My left cheek is now feeling hot too. SMACK! SMACK SMACK! SMACK!! Over and over, making sure to cover every inch of my bottom including the sweet spots where the lower part of the cheek meets the upper thigh. I can hardly take a breath fighting the urge to squirm and lift my legs. I can feel the tears start to warm my face. "You have been very naughty Pet. Warm up is over! On your knees, eyes down. Put the cuffs on. Stand under the rope, raise your arms and spread your legs." I do as told; he ties the rope round the cuffs good and tight. Then pulls the rope taught enough to make me feel very stretched out. "You are going to receive twenty five with the belt. One for every mile over the speed limit you drove. That ticket is going to cost you more than money." I let out a small whimper. Thwack! "YOU will make no sounds while I speak to you!" Oh it stung! "You not only put yourself in danger but everyone else on the road with you! You should be ashamed! Not respecting yourself and others enough to follow the proper guidelines; RULES set out to keep you safe! I love you my pet, the last thing I want is for you to be harmed. Carelessness will not be tolerated! I warned you the last time, now it is time to put an end to your careless behavior. You will count EVERY stroke. If you miss or hesitate too long we will start the process over. Do you understand?" "Yes Master." THWACK! "One Master thank you." Thwack! "Two Master thank you." Thwack!! "Three Master thank you." Oh the pain is already unbearable... I will never speed again! I will abide all rules of the road... oh I wish he would stop. I am fighting my tears so as not to start sobbing. I am so embarrassed. I wish I could please him. With every stroke I somehow manage to keep count. "You will learn this lesson Pet! You will! Shame on you! Shame!" Thwack! "Twenty four Masterrrr thank you..." Thwack! "Twenty five MMMaster Thank You." He Stops and I am sobbing. "You shall stay tied here for fifteen minutes. Think about this my pet. You don't want to find yourself in this position again." He walks upstairs and turns out the light. I continue to cry for sometime. I will behave better, I will! I will please my master whatever it takes. The light turns back on; Master Jerrod walks down the stairs. My body is aching, I know I have still more punishment to endure. He has only punished me for the ticket. "I am proud of you my pet. You are taking your punishment like a proper slave should. There isn't much more. I thought about your lack of respect shown to our home in this past week. You have angered me greatly. I was going to use the cane for the last of your spanking" NO glory not the cane... "But then I realized what would bring the point home better. Yes Pet, you will receive another thirty with the wooden spoon. And tomorrow while you cook my supper with it you can recount every stroke." Without hesitation he unties me, taking the cuffs off. "Bend over the chair and reach for the floor". I move as fast as I can. "Count every stroke." Whack! "One Master thank you." Whack! "Two, Master thank you." Whack! "mmmThree Master thank you." He knows how much I hate the spoon. It is a constant reminder of my misbehavior. Ohhh it stings greatly... I want to fight it, to squirm, to run... the pain. I will, I will... I am sobbing so hard I can barely count. The last stroke is the hardest of them all... Whack! "Thirty Master thank you." I can hardly believe the spanking is over... My bottom burns, it feels like it is full of prickly needles. "On your knees my pet." He bends down, gives me a kiss on the head, "You have done very well. I love you. I don't want to see you hurt and I want you to take care in what you do. Your time is valuable it should not be wasted doing nothing everyday. Your job is to take care of the house and me. Have you learned this lesson?" "Yes Master. I will do better. I only wish to make you happy. I am sorry I willfully disrespected myself and others, you... I will not do it again." "No my Pet you wont. If it does, it will be ten times worse for you." "Now crawl upstairs and go to bed. I will have your list for you in the morning. You will write 200 lines as neatly and carefully as you can. The lines will say. I will drive my car with caution and respect. I will respect my master's rules. The rules are in place to keep me safe." "This you will have done for me when I get home. I expect when you set the table you have your lines sitting on my plate ready for me to check. Now go quickly." He kisses me once again. I crawl upstairs to my bed on the floor. Tomorrow will be better. I have learned my lesson. Master Jerrod will be proud of me. Hopefully proud enough I can sleep next to him again soon. As I lie there I wish I could suck his large cock. Show him I love him. It would please me greatly to give him pleasure. That won't happen tonight. He will pleasure himself without me...This night was for retraining. Retaking a Kingdom Circling the battlefield are the countless Vultures, the Drudges of the land, picking off the remains of the fallen. They peck and tear at anything in view, and the dirty wraith weaving between the bodies was no exception. She plucked anything she could find from the dead. Her hood pulled far over her auburn curls; she bent over to retrieve a substantial Sapphire ring stuck to a finger buried deep in a pile of bodies. All the while dreaming how different her life could be if she could pry this jewel out. Dreams, that's how everything is created and decided. * All Garret could remember from his childhood was running along the river bank, and laughing while he watched the other kids climb across the opposite shore. He wished to follow, but his father would not allow such rough play. Heaven forbid his only heir to the throne is swept down the stream. He was content to watch his friends, The Duke of Merrill's children, reach the opposite shore. They giggled and waved, and ran to the woods to gather berries for dessert! Sitting and waiting he watched the clouds change form. A loud thud sounded to Garret's left, "Stop throwing berries at me" he yelled back. Bending over to pick up the treat, he noticed it was covered in a sticky substance. Not the normal smooth maroon color. Holding it up to his face for inspection, it was a tiny finger. * Garret awoke screaming in pain, climbing his way out from under a pile of bodies, his ring finger was half cut from his knuckle. His Signet Ring was gone. Rage in his eyes he pushed to his feet, shakily scanning his surroundings. All he could spot was a cloaked figure running towards the high ground. Tucking his wounded hand into his coat Garret sprinted off, he stumbled on his first attempt, tripping over the remains of his lieutenant. Gathering strength from anger, he bolted after the fleeing figure. Leaping onto his back halfway up the hill, they rolled the length back down. He pinned the figure underneath his broad chested frame and began to pound his face with Garrets good hand. "Give it back, Thief." He barked (Nothing) Grabbing his neck the hood flew back, revealing a very unconscious and blooded feminine face. Stunned, the Prince released his thief and her head flew to the ground in a loud thump. He ripped the hood off to reveal mud splattered auburn curls surrounding a dirty face. Ripping an end of her shirt, quickly he bandaged his damaged finger, noticing shapely legs poking out from under the missing fabric. Glancing up, her lips were parted in an almost pout. "They would have been inviting had she not wounded and stolen from me," he thought. Pulling her arms above her head, he ripped his belt off and bound her wrists together. "Bitch" he said to himself, while still admiring the slight curves witnessed underneath her dress. One Nipple was pushing against the cotton of the peasant dress very alluringly. In a trance, Garret reach down to trace a circle around the areola, each trace making a small moan escape the throat of the mystery girl. Daringly he crept his hand down her tight stomach, trailing over her mound to the inside of her thigh. Each caress making his cock bulge against his trousers. He pulled up the side of her skirts, and trailed his way back up to her sex. Putting a hand against her opening Garret could feel heat, running a finger along her slit he felt the girl start to dampen against his invading digit. Her eyes flitted open, Lindsay was pinned down underneath a wall of a man, with his hand massaging her clit. Skittering back, she tried to pull herself up to run, but found her hands bound securely. "Let me go, bastard." Anger and fear blocking everything else, she kicked out a foot and connected with the mystery soldier's groin. Doubled over in pain, Garret refused to budge pushing all his weight on to the girl's abdomen. Grabbing her chin, he made her to look into his eyes, "Be still and listen to me, or everything will be much worse than what it already is. You have three chances to tell me where my ring is girl?" Forced to look in to this stranger's cobalt eyes, Lindsay could not help but admire the hard lines of his face. The blond, thin eye brows lightening his rugged features, softening his features slightly. She could feel her heart skip. "Had an idea of what you are talking about, I would tell you," she spit back at him. "You will address me as, My Lord, and you have two more chances." He barked into her ear. Throwing her head back, Garret Forcefully grabbed the girl's breast and clamped down on the nipple. Screaming in outrage, Lindsay bucked wildly against him trying to worm out from under his hold. "Release me." "That is two" The Prince smiled sadistically down at his prey. Pulling himself up, he flipped the girl onto her stomach, wrenching her bound arms up in the air. He grabbed a fist full of hair as he craned her neck back to look at him. "Don't make it three," He whispered menacingly in her ear. "Go to Hell," Venom on her voice Garret slammed her head to the dirt, and flung her skirts up. His injured hand holding her down, he plunged a finger into her cunt. Finding her dry and unprepared, perfect, he didn't want this to feel good for her. He released his raging erection and forcing her lips apart, plunged himself inside of her to the hilt. She thrashed wildly against his invasion, trying to crawl forward. He pushed her head further into the dirt. Thrusting wildly and with a purpose, each push was to prove a point. "You will not disobey me, Slut" He could feel her squirm underneath him, struggling to catch a breath. Garret felt the girl contract and conspand around him, the feeling glorious. She was beginning to become wet, and their hips were starting to move as one. Spellbound, Garret began to massage her warm and inviting ass. Her skin really was a milky gorgeous white, he thought to himself. He moved his hand down her stomach and began to rub the tiny bud found there. A muffled groan erupted from the girl, shaking him out of his dreamlike stance. "She isn't supposed to be enjoying this." He corrected to himself. Grabbing his hand back like it was on fire, he concentrated on finishing before she could cum. A short two pumps later and he felt himself explode inside of her. Pulling her hair up, he whispered in her ear. "I told you three, little one. You should have told me where it was, I ended up taking it anyway." He smiled at her, waving the bauble he pilfered in front of her face. In a daze, Lindsay struggled to gain some understanding of what this prick was telling her. Her mind was a wash of fuzzy feelings; no one had ever made her feel this way before. No one had ever taken as much as he had just taken from her, not taken...Stolen. Staring down at her mockingly, he drew his sword. " You are so tight, it's almost as if you were made for me.....I might decide to l keep you for a time." That was the last thing she heard before the hilt of his sword connected with her skull, and the world went black. Retaliation A big 'Thank You' to WanderingScot for taking the time to edit my story and make it a much better read. * Chapter 1 I was trying to think of a name for this story. It could have been, 'Getting Even', 'Retribution', 'Revenge', or even 'Getting Fucked By My Best Friend'. I decided that 'Retaliation' fit the bill. Then I had to decide on a category. It fits in so many such as 'Mature', 'Erotic Couples', 'Interracial' (seeing I'm of mixed race), and 'Romance'. I chose 'Loving Wife', even though she wasn't my wife. You'll see why if you decide to read this story. My name is Sam, short for Samuel. I'm of mixed race due to my ancestors. My grandfather was black and my grandmother was of Asian descent. My dad was rather dark skinned and so am I. To complete the interracial picture, my mom was Mexican. I will say she was and still is a beautiful woman. Maybe that's where I got my good looks from, just kidding. My story begins with me and my best friend Bill. He is a white guy or to be politically correct a Caucasian dude. At one time we were the best of friends but that isn't the case any longer. We have gone our separate ways a little over a year ago while we were still in college. We met in grade school and even hung out together most all the time. We always tried to outdo the other. In sports he was usually one step behind me. It always pissed him off. We both ended up playing college ball. He was pissed when I received a full ride scholarship and his was a partial one. He said it was because I was of mixed race and his family having money. It never paid to argue with him when he always threw race into the mix. As far as having money goes he was right. His family was rich. They owned a packaging business. They would package brand name products for many different companies. His mother inherited the business from her father. She was president of the company and controlled most of the purse strings. Bill's dad was an outside salesman for the company. He was also the vice-president. My family was middle class. Dad worked as an insurance agent and mom worked in a ladies fashion shop. Bill's mom shopped at the store where my mom worked so they knew each other. As I mentioned Bill always tried to one up me in everything. He would brag whenever he beat me in anything which wasn't very often. About the only time it bothered me was when we dated different girls. In high school some girls said they couldn't go out with me because of my race. So when Bill went out with them he always bragged about it. Once we got into college things changed. The girls didn't have their parents there telling them who they could and couldn't date. I dated women of all races. We both dated some of the same girls. We did have a pact that if one of us got serious about a girl the other would keep his hands and other body parts off. Even though we both played football I was also an honor student. I wanted to become a Certified Public Accountant. Bill just wanted to get a business degree. He told me he knew he would be in the family business so he didn't need to try that hard. When we went home to visit after our junior year, Bill's mom told me when we graduated she had a position for me in the office. In the coming year they would be extending their business, adding another building. She was hoping that I could be in charge of the accounting for both offices. I gave her a big hug and thanked her. She always looked and smelled so good. I can't remember how many wet dreams I had about her while growing up. Too bad she was Bill's mom. Her husband was known to cheat on Mary whenever given a chance. I had seen him more than once with other women. I'm sure Mary knew about him but never said anything. I told Bill that his mother offered me a job when I graduated. He told me I would probably be working for him. He was going to be running the new warehouse. I couldn't tell him I would be in the office and he would more than likely be reporting to me. I figured I'd just wait and see what transpired. In our senior year I met a woman named Sasha. She, like me, was of mixed blood. So beautiful and an olive color. I fell for her pretty quickly. She was so good in bed and would do most anything. We did it in almost every position except she wouldn't let me fuck her in the ass. When I told Bill about her, I reminded him of our pact and to keep his hands off of her. At the time he was going with a good looking girl named Judy but when it came to looks, Sasha was special. She had this exotic and mysterious look. I fell pretty hard for her and thought we would maybe have a future together. I didn't date any other women. I didn't need anyone else since I had Sasha. Whenever we had sex I always used a condom when I was in her pussy. I would often pull it out, take off the condom and come on her tits and belly. I did my best to see she came first. **** I was named player of the game twice during the season. Of course Bill wasn't so he was pissed at me rather than being happy for me as a friend. Before the Christmas vacation I received all A's on my report card and made the Dean's list. I was so happy that I took Sasha out on the town and then we fucked all night. For New Year's we were going to a party with Bill and Judy. Not long after we got there Judy said she wasn't feeling well and wanted to go home. Since I drove Bill asked me if I could take her home. I offered him my keys but he said he had already drunk too much. Judy apologized to me and said she shouldn't have come but Bill told her she should try. I told her it couldn't be helped that she was sick and that I would take her home. I told Bill to watch after Sasha while I was gone. A lot of guys would probably want to hit on her. I walked Judy to the car and took her home. I walked her to the door to make sure she would be okay. "Thank you Sam, you are a good friend." I kissed her on the cheek and wished her a Happy New Year and hoped she would be feeling better, then headed back to the party. It was held in this huge house and there must have been hundreds of people all over the grounds both inside and outside the house. I kept looking for Bill and Sasha and couldn't find them. One gal told me that she thought she seen them going upstairs. I couldn't understand what they would be going up there for. It was mostly bedrooms, another living room and a bathroom. I started looking through the different rooms and when I opened one of the bedroom doors, I saw Bill fucking Sasha. I couldn't believe it - he knew how I felt about her and what about our pact? At first they didn't even know I was in the room. The only light was from a night light near the bed. "Oh fuck Baby, Sam was right, you are one good fuck. Come on give me some more of that fine pussy." When I walked toward the bed Sasha looked over at me. She looked surprised but didn't say a word. I knew she had a lot to drink but she knew what she was doing. Bill looked at me and grinned. "Sorry old Buddy but I just had to have a piece of her. She's every bit as good as you said. Hell, I might even have her ass before the nights over." I wasn't sure what to do. Should I fight with Bill over her? She wasn't being forced and knew what she was doing. "You mother fucker. You knew that I really cared for her but you just had to do it. Someday, someway, I'll get even with you, you son of a bitch. You can have the fucking bitch now. I don't want anything to do with her or you." As I turned to leave Bill made a loud noise. I knew he must be coming. I looked back and noticed he wasn't even wearing a condom. What a fucking asshole. I left the house and the party just as the clock struck midnight and everyone was yelling, "Happy New Year." It wasn't one for me as I left the premises. The next morning Sasha tried to call me a half dozen times, each time leaving an 'I'm sorry' message on my answering machine. Finally I answered it. "I just have one question. Why the fuck did you let him fuck you? I thought we had something special." "Bill told me that you and he often swapped. He said you would probably be having sex with Judy. I didn't know till after it was over that he had lied to me." "You're a fucking whore. You just wanted some strange cock and found a way to get it. Well, I want nothing more to do with you and hope the hell you got knocked up. I'm just sorry I wasted my time on you. Hope you and Bill will be happy together." I just hung up. Later in the day I got a call from Judy. She said she heard what happened and said it was her fault. If she didn't get sick, I would have stayed at the party. "Judy, Bill has spent his life getting even with me. Both of them knew what they were doing. If he didn't fuck her last night, he would have some other time. I'm just glad I found out the truth about her before it was too late." Judy and I talked a little more and she said she had broken it off with Bill. She didn't want a boyfriend who would do that to a friend. She also said if I ever wanted to get together with her for a little revenge fuck it was alright with her. I saw Bill at practice. Thank God we only had one game left. One time he was grinning and approached me. I spoke quickly. "Get the fuck away from me you son of a bitch. You come near me and I'll kick your sorry ass into next Tuesday. Take your cheating ass friendship and your new girlfriend and stick them both up your sorry ass." Bill's grin turned very serious. He knew I wasn't kidding. This time he knew he went too far. After our final game I put most of my time into my studies. I wanted to make sure I graduated with honors to really show Bill up. One evening there was a knock on my door and when I opened it, there stood Judy. She was holding a six pack of beer. "Hi Stranger, care for some beer and a piece of ass?" It had been nearly two months since I broke up with Sasha. I took Judy up on her offer. We fucked every which way but loose. She even gave me her ass. After spending the night I made us breakfast. We both knew we wouldn't be a couple but the sex was good. We got together a few more times as 'friends with benefits' before I graduated. Judy was a good friend and a good lay. Neither of us had anything to do with Bill or Sasha. In fact Judy told me she heard through the grapevine that Sasha was knocked up. I had to smile. **** It was getting near Easter and I was planning on going home for a visit. I had heard that Bill and Sasha were going to get married. Of course I didn't get an invitation but wouldn't have gone anyway. I did wonder about Mrs. Abel, Bill's mother. She had promised me a position with her firm but now since Bill and I were no longer friends, I did wonder where I stood. I stopped at the fashion store where my mother worked and while I was there, Mrs. Abel came in for a dress she had altered for Bill's wedding. She looked as beautiful as ever. "Samuel, it's so good to see you. I've been wanting to talk to you. If you have a few minutes we can sit down and have a cup of coffee or tea." Mom told Mrs. Abel it was nice to see her and said she would see me later at home; she had some customers to attend to. Mrs. Abel and I went next door to a coffee shop and got a beverage and talked. Damn, she looked good. She brought back memories of the wet dreams I often had about her. "What is it Mrs. Abel? I've been wanting to talk to you also. I guess you know Bill and I aren't friends anymore. I was wondering if that position as an accountant was still waiting for me?" "Samuel, the position I have for you is in the accounting department. Ethel Guthrie is our head accountant and she has two assistant bookkeepers. She will be retiring later this year and I thought you could start as her assistant, learn all about our books and be her replacement later. "Ethel is old school and has been there since the beginning of time but she does everything by hand. By that I mean she uses a weekly ledger and posts all the accounts receivable and payable by hand. I was hoping to have you transfer all our records to the computer. Ethel said it was just too much to learn." "I've learned computer accounting, in fact I'm the top of my class," I replied. "That doesn't surprise me. You've always been a smart boy," she looked at me, "and now a good looking smart man." "So, will I still get the position after graduation? It's only two months from now," I asked. "We have a slight problem Samuel. I can't have you and Bill being at odds with each other. It would make for a bad work environment even though you wouldn't see each other every day. What caused this riff in your friendship anyway?" "He didn't tell you? Sasha, his soon to be wife was my girlfriend. I caught them in bed together." "I thought the both of you dated the same girls many times. Why was this any different?" "I told him I really cared for her and thought she might be the one. We made a pact that if either of us got serious about a girl that the other one would keep his hands off of her. He knew I cared for her, I told him so but he just had to break our pact." "I'm sorry Samuel but it's over now. Bill and Sasha are getting married and I do want you working for me. I suggest you let bygones be bygones and come to the wedding. You two don't have to be close friends but I do need you to be civil to each other. It's up to you now." I gave kind of a smile. "Mrs. Able, I have no problem being civil to both of them but I wasn't invited to the wedding. They might not like it if I show up." "Don't worry about that. I'm paying for the wedding and I'm inviting you and I'll let Bill know that I invited you. Thank you for being the bigger person here. No wonder I've always liked you," she said with a smile and gave me a hug when we stood up. I was hoping she didn't notice I had a slight hard on. Thinking about her always did it to me and now I was hugging her and smelling her. Damn, I don't care how old she was, I was infatuated with this woman. **** I entered the church vestibule and there stood Bill in his tux. "So, I see you came. Mom said she invited you. Why are you here?" asked Bill. "I'm here because your mom asked me to come. Look, I know we're not friends anymore and I don't intend to be but your mom offered me a job after graduation and I want to accept it. She's worried that our lack of friendship would disrupt the business. I promised her that I would not argue with you and would always be civil to you." "What about Sasha and you trying to get even with me. I know as well as anyone how you carry a grudge." replied Bill. "I promise you, with God as my witness, that I will never do anything to hurt your marriage to Sasha. I realize that even though you broke our pact that Sasha made a choice too. She chose you and I will honor that. We'll never be close friends again but that doesn't mean we can't be civil to each other." I put my hand out for Bill to shake and he did so reluctantly. I walked in the church and sat down toward the back. I didn't know most of the people there but did recognize a few and said hello to them. I know Bill didn't trust me or even believe me when I told him I wouldn't come between him and Sasha. I did mean it but it didn't mean I wouldn't get even with him some other way. After the wedding I walked through the greeting line. I said hi to Mr. and Mrs. Abel, giving a handshake to Tom and giving his wife Mary a hug and a light kiss on the cheek. I also shook hands with Sasha's parents. I doubt if they even knew who I was. When I got to Sasha, she looked nervous and her pregnancy was beginning to show but she was still an exotic looking woman and very beautiful. I told her and Bill congratulations and gave her a light kiss on the cheek and shook Bill's hand. He didn't even smile at me. I know he was wondering if I was going to try and jeopardize his marriage. He didn't have to worry because I didn't want anything to do with Sasha and her cheating ways. At the reception I sat with a few people that I knew. I drank a few beers and danced with a few women. There was a lot of talk about Bill marrying a mixed race woman and the fact that she was also pregnant. I just mentioned we went to the same college. I didn't want it getting back to Bill that I said anything negative about him or Sasha. I was about to leave when Mrs. Able asked me to dance. I took her out on the dance floor and put my hand on her bare back and held her some distance away from me. "Come on Samuel, I won't break. You can hold me a little closer," said Mrs. Able as she smiled at me. I knew it would happen. I got the start of a hard on. I was hoping she wouldn't notice but she put her arms around my neck and held me close. I knew she must have felt it but never said a word. God, this woman turned me on. I figured once I began working for her I would see another side of her and my feelings might diminish. She did tell me that the next song was one where the bride would be dancing with all the men and the groom with all the women. They had a jar to collect money for dancing with the couple. It was an old tradition. I did take a turn and danced with Sasha. I couldn't help but notice that Bill was watching us even though he was dancing with other women. "I'm sorry Sam," said Sasha. "Some day I would like to have a talk with you and explain to you why I did it. I'm so sorry that I hurt you. You deserved better than that." "No need to explain anything to me. It's over and done. You picked the man you wanted to be with." Before she could say another word another man stepped up and began dancing with her. I just told her I wished her and Bill the best. After walking away I went home. It did hurt me. I don't know if it was the way she did it or because I did have some feelings for her. All I knew is that it was all over now. I was going on with my life. Back at school life became quite hectic. We were taking all our finals and getting ready for graduation. I did see Bill and Sasha a couple of time but didn't really talk to them. Judy had told me that she heard Sasha was going to finish the semester but was going to take a year or two off after having the baby. Judy and Sasha were both sophomores. On graduation day I sat with the honor roll students while Bill was with the general assembly. It felt good that I had beaten him one more time but it wasn't anywhere near the retaliation I wanted for what he did to me. That would come much later. My parents were so proud of me for graduating high in my class. Mr. and Mrs. Abel were there and they came up and congratulated me; she gave me one of those hugs. I was sure glad my parents were there. It gave me something to think about other than Mrs. Abel. "We hope to see you a week from Monday so you can start your new position," said Mrs. Abel. "I want to thank you again for the opportunity." I replied. "I promise I'll do my best for you." "I'm sure you will Samuel," she said with a smile. Chapter 2 I arrived at the packaging company on time dressed in my suit and tie. I was to go to human resources for my interview and instructions. According to Mrs. Able it was all a formality but I did need to fill out my paperwork. I met Mr. Henderson and he gave me my paper work and explained my benefits and wage. I was surprised that my wage was as low as it was. I know I could make a lot more money if I went job hunting. I need to explain a little about the business. As I mentioned they package things for any customer anywhere. They mostly dealt with major manufacturers who find it cheaper to outsource their packaging needs. My dad had told me that when Mary Abel's dad owned the business it was a sweatshop, with very low wages and no benefits. After Mary took over she tried to make it a better work environment. Retaliation Later after I had seen the payroll, in fact part of my job was doing the payroll, I noticed that the hourly workers made eight dollars an hour to start. After every six months of employment their pay increased fifty cents till they reached the maximum of eleven dollars an hour. She did add paid holidays and offered to pay half the health insurance through a group plan for those who chose to take it. There were eighty to a hundred hourly workers depending on the season, with the now added new warehouse which would employ up to another twenty five full time people. She really was trying to do right. It made me respect her even more. The salary personnel were on fixed wages. The four salesmen were at three-thousand a month, except her husband, Tom who received five-thousand a month because he was the vice president, but it was just a title. He did sit in on the meetings but all major decisions were made by Mary. After talking to Mr. Henderson he told me Mrs. Abel had asked to talk to me. I headed up to her office. The receptionist asked me to sit down. She said Mrs. Abel would see me in a few minutes. "Hi Samuel, please come in. Jennifer please hold my calls," said Mary. We went into her office and she asked me to close the door and sit down. "You look very nice Samuel, welcome to Abel's Packaging. I know you are a bit disappointed with your starting wage. I tried to give you the best I could. As you will find out, Ethel receives four-thousand a month. By the way, please don't discuss our financial situation including wages with anyone. That's why you had to sign the secrecy statement. "After Ethel retires later this year I was hoping to increase your salary to five-thousand a month. Hopefully you might be able to find some ways in which we might increase our bottom line. I really do want you to stay but if you want to go elsewhere, I understand." "Mrs. Abel..." she stopped me. "Samuel, please call me Mary except in major meetings. I feel so old when you call me Mrs. Abel." I smiled. "Mrs. I mean Mary, you look anything but old. I'm sorry, that might be a little out of place." "You can compliment me Samuel. I rather like it," she was smiling. "About the wages. Yes I expected more but I've also always wanted to work for you. You're one of my most favorite people. Let's take it a day at a time and I'll do my best to find some loopholes and maybe it will all work out fine. I just want to thank you for giving me the opportunity to show what I can do." I really was glad she gave me a chance and the freedom to do my work. This was a good starting ground and who knew what the future held. Right now I was happy, and satisfied with my position. Besides in a few months I would become the head accountant with a substantial increase in pay. She held her hand out for me to shake. "No hugging at the office," she laughed. I shook her hand and headed out to my office and to meet Ethel. Ethel is a wonderful woman. She was old enough to be my grandmother and treated me like a grandson. She was great to work with and explained to me how she just couldn't handle the computers. I smiled at her and said we would work on all the latest information together. I could see where she would be missed. She was just a nice elderly person who I feel was totally trustworthy and gave her best. She said she would be happy to finally retire and see her kids and grandkids more often. Over the next few months she showed me all the pertinent information I needed to start loading past and present accounts into the computer. I worked with Ethel each day for about four hours. After that I went to my office and kept uploading the necessary data, sometimes spending twelve hours a day on the job. I found myself a nice apartment not far from the business. It had a large bedroom, living room and kitchen. I loved the outdoor pool and spa that I found myself using quite often. I also met a few lady friends that were fun spending time with. I didn't date the women at work. I just figured it would be hard working with them and there weren't any that I was serious about. I will admit to having sex with a few of the ladies in the surrounding apartments. I just wasn't serious about any of them. I guess Sasha cheating on me somewhat led me to distrust women. Then there was the fact that I was infatuated with an older married woman, my boss Mary. I knew it would never go anywhere but a guy could dream. I really enjoyed my job and most people treated me well. Since I worked in the main office they must have felt I was important. I forgot to mention that Bill started in the new warehouse as an Assistant Manager. He was peeved when he found out he would receive eleven dollars an hour but his mother told him he had to learn all the jobs before she could pay him more. Of course I know she made sure he was taken care of on a personal level. He lived in a nice house and his mother would surely make sure he had sufficient funds to take care of his wife and child. He just wasn't getting the money he expected he would be getting. I saw him from time to time but rarely spoke to him but I was civil like I promised. Ethel had told me she had always thought he was a spoiled brat ever since he was born. She also said it was partially her fault that he was that way. Sasha had her baby and of course it was bi-racial but a very beautiful baby. Tom wasn't really happy about his son Bill marrying a woman of mixed race but Mary told him he better not cause trouble. It was Bill's choice not his. I ate lunch in the cafeteria at work quite often and Mary often confided in me. After seeing Bill's baby she told me she had always thought of having another baby, she would have liked a daughter, but she was probably too old now and besides she and Tom didn't have the best relationship. Later when I talked with Ethel, (she was my gossip center), I found out that Tom and Mary were married in name only. They had very little to do with each other except for show and at business functions. Ethel told me they pretty much went their separate ways years ago when she took ownership of the business. He thought he would get fifty percent of the business but Mary's dad said he was too much of a scoundrel. He was a good salesman but also screwed every woman that let him. "Why does she stay with him?" I asked Ethel. "She doesn't have any other love interests except for the business. He knows if he leaves her, he could end up with nothing. The business is incorporated and they also had a pre-nuptial agreement", said Ethel. "She's such a good looking woman and has such a good personality. Don't say anything but I've had a crush on her ever since I was a little boy. Can't understand why any man wouldn't like to hook up to her wagon," I laughed when I told Ethel. It's funny but I've never told anyone about my feelings for Mary. Ethel really was like a grandmother. "Believe me, I've seen a lot of men try and get shot down, but if she has had affairs, she sure keeps it a secret," replied Ethel. "I never really liked her husband Tom. To me he was always flirting with all the women and married Mary hoping to someday own this business. I was happy when she saw him for the rat he is." "What about her son Bill. Do you like him?" I asked. Ethel laughed. "I know all about you and Bill trying to outdo each other your whole life. I think you came out ahead here. You got a good education and he got a woman that married him for the money she thought he had." "I don't understand," I said to Ethel. "Sasha thought that Bill had money. He always bragged to everyone how one day he would own this business. If he had tried studying harder instead of trying to impress the girls, he could have helped himself a lot more. If I know Mary, whoever she turns this business over to will have to be really smart and have a lot of common sense. This business is her baby and she won't give it to Tom, Bill or anyone else who doesn't love it as much as she does." Wow, I found out from Ethel the real reason Sasha picked Bill. I felt much better now. I didn't lose Sasha to a better man but to one whose family had money. I would never want a woman like that anyway, I think Ethel could see I seemed happier. With a couple of months to go I would miss this elderly woman. She really was like a grandmother to me. I adored her. **** After the birth of the baby Mary seemed relieved that it was all over. She confided in me that Bill had done a DNA test to make sure the child was his. What a way to start off a marriage. We threw a going away party for Ethel and everyone said how much they would miss her. I had grown to really like her and she said if I ever had a problem to feel free to call her. We talked privately and she told me more about the business and Tom and Mary. I had to laugh when Ethel said, "If I was forty years younger I'd have hooked up with you." "If you were forty years younger I would have let you." I gave her a hug and kissed her on the cheek. Mary had stood back and I guessed she was watching me with Ethel. I heard Ethel later tell Mary, "Don't lose that one, he's a good one." It made me feel good when I saw Mary smile at Ethel, and said, "I don't plan on losing him." That really made me feel good. The following Monday I began working on the programs I set up. I found some ideas to share with Mary. I showed her a few ways of saving money and she was really happy with them. She asked me to start attending the board meeting every Monday. During the week I shared ideas with her and on Mondays she had me explain them to the board. Most of them were accepted. Tom was one of the few to try and knock some of my ideas but he was quickly knocked down when other board members took to my defense. I'll just explain one of my ideas to give you an example of some of my hopeful changes. I thought instead of paying the salesmen three-thousand a month that it would be better to guarantee them fifteen hundred a month and give them a percentage of their sales. That way the higher producers who brought in more business would be rewarded for it. After the idea was brought up to the salesmen, one of them quit. When his selling history was pulled, it was proven that he very rarely earned his wage. His territory was divided among the other salesman. In the next few months the salesmen were all producing more business. They realized that their income was only limited to the time they put in. Tom kept his territory and also kept his five thousand a month wage. They credited it to him being a vice president. He also received a thousand a month expense account. The other salesmen received five hundred a month unless they turned in a special reason for more money. The final decision was always Mary's. I had been there for nearly five months when Christmas rolled around. I went through the books and explained to Mary that the business could afford a small bonus or gift for each employee. This had never been done before. After showing the board where the money would come from, all but Tom agreed that it was a good idea. Tom thought it was setting a bad precedent. Mary said she could see where the employees would be more thankful than trouble. She gave each employee a check for a hundred dollars and also a turkey. It was amazing how well the employees responded. When they heard it through the grapevine, production seemed to increase. Mary couldn't be happier and that was good enough for me. We closed two days for Christmas. Mary gave me a hug and wished me a Merry Christmas. "I thought hugs weren't allowed at work," I said. "For you it's an exception," said Mary. "We're so lucky to have you here." I got my usual hard-on when she hugged me. I know she must have felt it but I didn't care. I was still infatuated with her. I gave my mom the turkey and went to her home for Christmas. I had a nice time being with my family but I also missed seeing Mary's smiling face in the morning or having lunch with her, even if it was talking business. As far as Bill and Sasha were concerned I stayed away from them as much as possible. The only time I talked about them is when Mary brought them up, or mentioned the baby. After all, it was her grandson. New Years was rolling around and most of the people from our office were going to the party. I wasn't planning on going because it was just a year ago that I caught Bill and Sasha together. Some bad memories there. Mary almost begged me to come. I told her I didn't have a date and she said she would dance with me. She was smiling when she said it. Finally I was convinced to go. It was being held at the Holiday Inn and some people were getting rooms for the night. I decided I would just drive home. It was a good party, plenty to eat and drink. I know I drank a little more than I should have since I was driving and eventually switched to soda. I danced with all the girls from the office and of course Mary. I saw her dance with Tom a couple of times and then he started his usual flirting and was dancing with every woman in the place. It didn't take a scientist to see he was feeling up every woman who let him. Mary acted like she didn't notice but I was sure she did. I must have danced with her four times to slow songs. Pulling her close and feeling her bare back in her low cut dress gave me the usual stimuli. I pulled her closer and she didn't seem to mind. Once I got my senses, I backed off a little hoping no one else saw us. I was sitting at a table when Sasha asked me to dance. I must say she really did look good. She had on a tight fitting dress that showed her assets. "So, Sam, are you going to dance with me?" she asked. "If it's alright with Bill. I don't want to mess with his woman," I replied. We got up to dance and it was a very slow number. I tried to hold her away but she pulled me close. She had a bit too much to drink and started talking to me. I just listened. "Sam, I'm sorry for what I did to you. I thought that Bill would be managing this business and he kept telling me you would be working for him. I'm so sorry. I didn't think when we were having sex that he wasn't wearing a condom. Once I found out I was pregnant I didn't know what to do. "I didn't know if the baby was yours or Bill's. I tried to talk to you over and over again but you wouldn't take my calls so I told Bill it was his baby. I don't really love Bill but I don't know what to do now. You are so much better in bed." "Stop right there. You chose to be with him. You made your bed and now you have to sleep in it. I wouldn't even fuck you now for revenge. You're not worth it." Right then Bill came up and asked what we were talking about. "Just about you and your child. Well, here's your wife. I hope you have a happy life together." It was midnight and everyone was kissing. I kissed every woman in sight except Sasha and Mary. I wasn't sure if I could handle kissing her. I went to get my coat when Tom came up to me. "Are you leaving so soon, Sam?" "Yes, I'm kind of partied out. I'll see you Monday. Happy New Year Tom" "Sam, can you do me a big favor?" "Sure if I can," I replied. "Mary has had too much to drink and isn't feeling good. She wants to go home. Can you take her for me?" I couldn't believe this. I was leaving to avoid being with Mary and now her husband wants me to take her home. "Didn't you get a room here for the night?" I asked. "Yes, but Mary wants to go sleep in her own bed. It doesn't do any good to argue with her. I would ask Bill but he has drunk way too much to be behind the wheel. Please, I really don't want to leave yet. To me the party is just beginning." I agreed and went and got Mary's coat. She said goodnight to Tom and said she would see him in the morning. She gave him a peck on the cheek as we walked out to my car. She didn't seem all that drunk to me. "Thank you for taking me home Samuel. I really don't care to sleep in motels with Tom. Even though we get separate beds he snores a lot. Besides he has his eyes on a couple of bimbos." "Doesn't it bother you knowing he's with other women?" I asked. "It did years ago but I lost any love I had for him. If he wasn't such a good salesman, I'd fire him," she said with a smile. When we got to her house I opened her door and helped her out. I put my arm around her and walked her to the door. She had her key out and handed it to me. I opened the door for her and she invited me in. This was new territory for me so I took it one minute at a time. After helping her off with her coat she asked me to walk her to her bedroom upstairs. I was wondering if she was that drunk or I just couldn't read her that well. I remember when I was much younger and I would come over to see Bill. Every once in awhile I got a look into her bedroom - always neat and clean with the smell of her perfume in the air. It was as though this room was off limits and here I was standing with her in this very room. She asked me to unzip her dress. I did so with shaky hands. I've wanted to see this woman naked my whole life and I wondered if it was going to come true or would she ask me to leave. She let her dress fall and the bra that was made into the dress fell at her feet. Sometime during the evening she must have slid off her pantyhose because all she had on was a dainty pair of panties. "Samuel, I don't think you gave me a New Year's kiss." I leaned over, put my arms around her and pulled her close. I kissed her with all the passion I could muster. I wasn't going to let this moment go. After the kiss she looked into my eyes, turned around and began to pull her bedspread, blanket and sheet down. I took a big chance and began to undress. I was down to my briefs when she turned, looked down at my hard-on and said, "I want that in me. Do you want to have sex with me?" She climbed up on the bed and I followed her. I wanted her so bad for so long that I hoped I could hold off. I started by kissing her over and over again. "God, I want you so bad," I said over and over. I work my way down to her breasts and fondled one as I kissed the other. I couldn't believe that a woman in her early forties could have such nice breasts. I sucked and sucked on her nipples. I worked my way down to her belly. While I tried to kiss and lick every inch of her belly I slid my hand into her panties. She was wet and I could smell her sex. I reached down and pulled off her panties and buried my face in her muff. I know some guys prefer a woman to be shaved. Now I'm not big on a forest but I do love a nice trimmed muff. Her hair felt so wet, yet silky as I rubbed my face all over it. "God, Samuel, it feels so good. I don't know if I've ever felt this aroused." Her pussy was wet as I buried my face in it. She spread her lips with her fingers as I used my tongue as much as possible. I felt her have an orgasm as I was eating her out. "Oh God, oh shit, oh Christ, it feels so good." I heard her say. "Fuck me Samuel, fuck me right now before I lose this sensation." I pulled off my briefs and rubbed my hard cock up and down her slit. She was making all kinds of noises. I felt so good that I could make her feel this way. I put the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy and started to push it in. "Careful Samuel, it's been awhile since I've been with anyone. You feel so good." She was so wet, there wasn't a problem slowly pushing my cock all the way in her. It felt so hot, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back for long. I started pumping harder and faster. I felt her pushing up with every thrust I gave her. She screamed out, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh so good!" After that I let loose with the biggest come of my young life. I actually hated myself for it. I didn't want to come so soon, I wanted it to last. I held my cock deep in her and I felt squirt after squirt of my cum going in her. God, it felt so good. Retaliation Her pussy was thumping. I felt it spasm over and over again, as it squeezed my cock. I couldn't believe I was so worn out after only coming the one time. When her pussy stopped spasming, I pulled out of her and rolled off of her to the side. We were both wet with perspiration. She looked over at me and said, "You were wonderful. Happy New Year Samuel." She reached down and grabbed the sheet and blanket, covered us and rolled over on her side. I was so exhausted myself that I cuddled up to her back with my cock against her ass and fell asleep. Maybe we did drink more than we should have. I woke up a couple of hours later and wasn't sure what to think or what to do. I now wondered if it all happened because of the amount Mary had drunk. I was confused. I had to wonder how things would be at work on Monday. I quietly got out of the bed and slipped my clothes on. I saw Mary lying there, she was so beautiful. I just hope I didn't ruin our relationship. I saw that she was covered, kissed her on the forehead and turned off the lights and went home. I was still confused but very tired. I just stripped and went to bed. I woke up at eleven o'clock still very confused. I climbed in the shower and spent a good twenty minutes in it. As I was drying off I thought I heard my doorbell. I slipped on my robe and went and answered the door. It was Mary, I couldn't believe it. She has never been to my apartment. I quickly opened my door and invited her in. "Samuel, we need to talk." "Mary, I'm sorry. I should never have taken advantage of you." "You didn't take advantage of me. When I woke up this morning and you weren't there I got worried. Samuel, I asked for you to take me home on purpose. I wanted to be with you. I do have something important I have to ask you." "What is it Mary?" She did look a bit worried. "Did you sleep with me as a retaliation to get even with Bill? You know, have sex with his mother to get even with him." "God no! I never even thought of such a thing. There is no way in Hell that I would ever do anything to hurt you. Mary, you have always been my fantasy woman. I think even you know that." She went on to say, "I have a proposition for you. Have you ever heard of 'Friends with Benefits'? I want you to be my 'Friend with Benefits.' I didn't realize what I was missing when it came to sex until I was with you last night." "Of course I would love to be your 'Friend with Benefits'. I'll be there for you anytime, anywhere," I replied. "I don't want to impose on you and your love or sex life. It's just that..." "You wouldn't be imposing on me. As I said, anytime, anywhere." I was getting a hard-on under my robe. I was sure Mary could see it. "When would you like to get together again?" "If that's what I think it is, what about right now? You do understand that everything at work must stay the same? And please, keep it just between us." I leaned forward and gave Mary a long passionate kiss. We walked to my bedroom and I dropped my robe being naked under it. I climbed on the bed and lay in the middle of it. Mary quickly removed her clothing except for her bra. After removing her panties she straddled my cock and let it rub back and forth against her slit. She took my cock in her hand and rubbed it till I could feel her fluids on my cockhead. She slowly lowered herself and let the head of my cock enter her. I got much harder which made her smile as she took more of my cock into her. After letting go of my cock she began to slowly rock with my cock in her. It went deeper and deeper into her pussy. Before long she had it all in her pussy and began to rock pelvis against pelvis. The sensation was incredible. Mary was making noises and kept telling me how good it felt. I reached up and unclasped her bra and threw it on the floor. "My breasts aren't all that big," said Mary. "They may not be big but they are beautiful," I replied. I took her nipples in my fingers and rubbed them till they became hard. I then squeezed and rubbed her breasts. "Oh fuck! I'm coming," said Mary. "Oh, shit, shit, shit, feels so, so good." Mary started to move up and down on my cock and I could see her juices coating my cock. I was doing everything I could not to come right away but because Mary was so hot I couldn't help myself. I took her by the hips and push my cock in as deep as possible and let go. I could feel my cock spurting into Mary. "I feel it, I feel you coming. So hot, so good," said Mary. After I was done shooting my load into her she lay forward on my chest. I held her until her pussy stopped having spasms. "I've never cared for any woman like I do you Mary. I just want you to know that." I wanted to tell her I loved her but I didn't want to push our relationship. After all she was still married even if it was platonic on her part. Chapter 3 After that day Mary would stop by at least twice a week and we would make love. She said we were friends with benefits but I could feel it was much more. People at work told Mary she seemed much happier. She would just tell them she felt happy and life and business was good. I didn't have any sexual relations with any other women. I had chances and had even been asked but I wasn't interested. I really only cared for one woman and that was Mary. After a little over two months of being 'Friends with Benefits,' Mary came to my house after work. She looked concerned. "What is it Mary? Is something wrong?" "I went to the doctor today. I took a home pregnancy test and it came out positive. The doctor told me the test was correct. I am pregnant. I didn't know what to say, I was speechless. What was I going to say? Who's is it? I knew that answer. Are you sure? She just came from the doctors. I wanted to say the right thing. Finally I came out with, " Mary, what do we do next? No matter what, I'm here for you." Mary had tears in her eyes as she hugged me and put her head on my chest. "I'll get us a beverage and we can talk about it." Mary sat on the couch until I returned with the beverages." Mary spoke first. " I was so stupid! I should have kept taking birth control after I met you. I was sure I was out of my cycles. Now I'm going to have a baby." "We're going to have a baby, Mary. I'm with you whatever you want to do." "I thought about having an abortion but I could never do that. I wanted another child and I guess I got my wish. Samuel, you don't have to worry about it. I'm a grown woman and I'm financially able to care for my child." "No, this is my baby too and I won't abandon it," I replied. Mary just gave me a sweet smile. "I'll be telling Tom tonight. He's a louse but he needs to know why I'm divorcing him. I won't be at the office for the next couple of days. I will be seeing my attorney and getting the papers drawn up." "If you're divorcing Tom, then marry me. I love you Mary, I always have. We can live together and raise our child." "You're so sweet. No wonder I care for you so much. I'm much too old for you and you should find some young woman to date and care for." "I don't want some young girl or older woman for that fact. I want you Mary - you're the woman I want." Mary stood up and hugged me again. "I'll get back to you in a couple of days. Please don't say anything to anyone till I talk to you again." She kissed me and headed out the door. At work the next couple of days it was hard delving into my work. Mary dealt with out of town lawyers when it came to her business and personal affairs. She didn't want her personal information spread around locally. She called me and asked me to meet her at a restaurant. When I got there she was already there having a glass of wine and waiting for me. She smiled when she saw me. I sat down and she told me everything that went on and what her plans were while we ate a light dinner. Mary spoke, "First of all I told Tom I was pregnant and to say he was shocked would be an understatement. We agreed to get a dissolution of marriage. He asked me who the father was but I wouldn't tell him." "Mary, I'm not afraid to say it's my child." Mary smiled at me when I said that. "He figured it out. He wondered why I had been so happy the last few months and I guess he could see whenever we were in the room together I always seemed happier. He's not happy about you and asked if I was going to fire you. "I laughed and told him that if I fired you for having sex with me then I would have to fire most of our female work force for being with him." "So what happens next Mary? Is Tom staying? Am I staying?" "Samuel, Samuel, you can stay for as long as you like. As for Tom he is moving out of the house within the month but will still be in the business. It shouldn't change much except Tom and I won't have to put on a front. "According to the attorney we have to divide our assets fifty-fifty on everything we accumulated since our marriage. That is everything but the business. It was given to me by my father and still was in the Pre-Nuptial agreement." "Are you going to sell your home or take out a loan to pay Tom off?" I knew they were rather wealthy but splitting their wealth in half would take a pretty good chunk of money. "No, I'm keeping everything. I made an agreement with Tom that in lieu of splitting all our assets that I would give him a quarter share of the business. It's what he really wanted since we've be married. According to my attorneys, this value would be similar and I could have full control of the business owning seventy-five percent." "How will it be at work? Tom and I haven't really seen eye to eye lately," "Tom told me he suspected that I was seeing you and that's why he disagreed with you so often. After we put it all on the table he thought you were an excellent accountant and knows you have made some good changes. Tom only thinks about two things, pussy and money." Even that statement made Mary smile. "So what about my proposition? Will you marry me?" I asked. "Samuel, I can't marry you in good conscience. I know you feel somewhat responsible and want to do the right thing. I do believe it's very honorable of you but I can't do that to you." "Do what to me? Can't you get it through your thick head that I'm in love with you?" This was the closest we ever got to an argument. "Look, Mary, I know Tom married you hoping to get your dad's business. Bill married Sasha because he wanted to do the right thing, even though they don't love each other. I'm not Tom or Bill or any other guy. I want to marry you because I love you and want to spend my life with you." Mary looked at me with wonder in her eyes. She had made her decision and now she was wondering about me. "I don't know what to say," replied Mary. "I'll make it real easy for you Mary. There are only two reasons I won't marry you. First, if you've been lying to me and the baby isn't mine." Mary got almost mad at me. "Samuel, we both know better. You're the only man I've been with in over two years." She looked at me realizing we never have talked about her sex life. "Tom and I had too much to drink one year and he said we belonged together and wanted to try and get on good terms. It only lasted till he got what he wanted. I never let him touch me again after that. No one has till we were together." "The only other reason I won't marry you is if you can look me in the face and tell me you don't love me. I'll still be part of my child's life but I won't marry you. I will only marry a woman who loves me." Mary had tears in her eyes. "I can't tell you that. I love you with all my heart but I don't want you rushing into a marriage you might later regret." "I know you told me not to tell anyone about the baby but I told my mother. You said you were going to keep the baby and of course it's my mother's grandchild. Probably the only one she will ever have." "Oh my God, what does she think of me?" asked Mary. "She wasn't the happiest person to begin with but after she settled down I told her I loved you and that you were carrying her grandchild. After that she mellowed down some. She did tell me how stupid I was not to use protection but believe it or not, my mom said she understands." "Samuel, I'm not going to rush in and get married. It will be at least two months before my divorce is final anyway. I have a proposition for you." "Oh, so now you want to proposition me," I said with a smile. It made Mary smile and did break the tension some. "Samuel, I still don't want you to do something now and regret it later, even years from now. As I said, it will be a couple of months before my divorce with Tom is finalized. I'll be carrying our baby for another six and a half months. I want you to take this time and give it a lot of thought." "I have thought about it and I choose you," I replied. "Please, I'm serious. You can date other women and I promise not to say anything about it. I just want you to be sure. When I have our child, we'll talk about marriage again. I just feel you need time to work things out." "Ok, I agree not to bring up marriage until after the baby is born. I still want to be in my child's life no matter what you decide. Now, I have a question for you," I said to Mary. "What? I promise to be honest with you," replied Mary. "During this period of time are we still going to be friends with benefits?" I asked. "Yes, we can do that as long as you don't keep telling me how much you want to marry me." For the next couple of months Mary and I had dinner together a couple of times a week. She was beginning to show but we still made love, or in Mary's words, still had sex. It was great. Oh, I forgot to mention something important here. When Bill found out that his mother was pregnant by me, he told her I just did it to get even with him and Sasha. She did her best to explain to him that it wasn't true. I offered to talk to him but Mary said that wouldn't be the best idea. Bill told Mary that he could no longer work for her and went and found another job with a major auto company and was their assistant warehouse manager. He even made more money than he made at our business. What he didn't know was that Mary called the human resource manager at the other corporation and pulled a few strings to see Bill got the job. The truth is Bill was a smart man when he applied himself and he did have a business degree. Back to Mary and I. She stopped me at the office one day and asked me out to dinner. It seemed strange because she usually didn't call me in her office for personal business. She told me that her divorce was final that day and she really didn't want to be alone that night. Also, there was something she wanted to tell me. She found out we were going to have a baby girl. Mary was so happy. Somewhere along the line my mom and Mary had a talk. Mom was so happy to know she was going to have a granddaughter. That night after going out to dinner we went back to Mary's house. I rubbed her back and she turned over and I rubbed her extended belly. When I finished with the massage I laid on the bed and Mary rode me till we both climaxed. We lay in bed and talked and Mary told me about talking with my mom. Between them Mary said that my mom was going to quit her job at the clothing store and was going to baby sit our daughter. They both agreed that there wasn't anyone more capable to watch our child than my mom. It made me happy because it was one step closer to Mary marrying me, which I wasn't supposed to mention. I did see Mary two or three times a week and it always ended up with us having sex. Our favorite positions were her on top and doggie style. It worked the best for her condition. She knew that other women lived in my apartment area but she never asked if I dated them. I didn't and I really didn't care too. I really and truly loved Mary. If I wasn't at her place I would be by mom and dads'. Time seemed to go by quickly. The last month of her pregnancy I picked her up for work and took her home after work. I never spent the night but we did cuddle on the couch. We had sex a couple of times but I knew it was hard on Mary so I told her it could wait till after she had our baby. I still took the time to massage her back which she said really ached. I also got her off a few times with my fingers. She did give me hand jobs and even oral sex a couple of times. I knew she had to wonder if I was dating or not but would never bring it up. One day at work I got a call from Mary. I quickly helped her into the car and took her to the hospital. It was time for her delivery. The doctor told her it would still be a couple of hours. I called mom and she and dad came down to the hospital. I was going to be in the birthing room and my mom asked if she could come in also. Mary was happy to have us both there. When Mary started to have heavy contractions it was hard to watch her in pain. I held her hand and she squeezed it so hard it hurt. Finally the time arrived and the baby came out. It wasn't what I expected. It was covered in blood and goop. I looked over at my mother and she smiled. "They will clean the baby up Sam, don't worry," said my mom. I cut the cord and went and sat down while the nurses did their thing with the baby and cleaning up Mary. It might have been a miracle but it really upset my stomach. I just hoped I could hold it together and not barf. Mom looked and me and handed me a mint, it helped. A few minutes later the nurse brought my daughter to me, all cleaned up and wrapped in a pink blanket. I cried, I couldn't help it. This tiny little person was my daughter. I stood up and carefully carried our baby over and put her in Mary's arms. She was now sitting up. She took her in her arms and said, "Hi Samantha Marie, welcome into the world." Mary had tears in her eyes. Mary called mom over and asked her if she would like to hold her granddaughter. With teary eyes my mom held her grandbaby for the first time. After a few minutes we were asked to leave the room so they could get everything back in order. We went out and told my dad he was a grandpa. He was a big guy who never showed a lot of emotion but I could see the happiness in his eyes. Eventually we went back in and said goodnight to Mary. I told her I would see her in the morning. I gave her a sweet kiss and a smile. I knew she was worn out, even exhausted. We went by the window and took another look at my daughter and then left the hospital, very happy people. The following day I went back into the room and Mary handed me a paper. "What is this?" I asked. "It's the papers for the birth certificate. I'm giving you one last chance. After you sign your name, you're Samantha's daddy." I looked over the papers. "As you know I named her Samantha after you, and Marie after me." I looked further and she gave the baby my last name, Jacobs. I leaned over, gave Mary a kiss and then signed the document. I was now Samantha Marie Jacobs' legal daddy. We gathered up all our stuff and headed for Mary's home. During the last few months, Mary and I had been shopping, buying baby clothes and furniture. She would eventually have her own room but right now she had a cradle right beside Mary's bed along with a diaper changing table. Mary stayed home for two weeks with the baby. I stopped by every evening to see my daughter. Mary still ran her business by having conference calls. One day Mary called me at work and asked me if I wanted to bring home some dinner. "Oh, I'm sorry Mary but I have a date tonight." I heard silence for the next few seconds. I guess Mary thought about what she had told me about dating other women. "Oh, ok then, I'll just... umm, just make...umm." "Mary, it's my mom's birthday and dad and I are taking her out for dinner. Would you and Samantha like to join us?" I asked. Retaliation I could hear a big sigh of relief through the phone. "I'd love to come as long as your mom doesn't mind." "It was mom's idea to invite you. She said you've probably been cooped up in the house for the last couple of weeks. I'll be by at six to pick up you and Samantha." Mary looked great and had Samantha all dressed up. So tiny yet so cute. I couldn't help but smile as I carried my daughter out and put her in the baby car seat. When we arrived at the restaurant mom had to see Samantha and hold her. The waitresses all had to look at my beautiful baby. I was a proud father, We ate dinner and they brought a cake out for mom. Everyone sang 'Happy Birthday'. We brought mom a gift and she received one from dad. Afterwards, she handed me a small package. Mary looked at mom and then at me. I opened up the small package which contained my grandmother's engagement and wedding ring. I got on one knee and proposed to Mary. "I did like you said and after deliberating all this time I still want you to become my wife. This was my grandmother's ring and was supposed to be passed down through the family. Since I don't have any sisters, mom said I should offer it to you. Mary, will you marry me? You, Samantha and I can become a real family." My parents stared at Mary waiting for her answer. With tears rolling down her cheeks she said, "Yes, Samuel, I'll marry you." Everyone in the restaurant began cheering and clapping as I kissed Mary and slipped the ring on her finger. We decided to get away for a weekend and mom and dad said they would watch the baby. Mary didn't want to be away from her daughter any longer. Mary did see the doctor and we made sure she got a complete bill of health before taking our short honeymoon. We expected to spend much of our time making up for lost sex. **** I have a footnote to add here. Bill and Sasha got divorced. Bill is dating another woman and also found out his mother helped get him his position and does come and see his mother once in a while. I usually try not to be home. He does visit his child every other weekend. Usually when his dad is gone. You see, Sasha moved in with Tom. I guess she's still following the money. Every once in awhile Sasha does bring her son to see Mary. After all it's Mary's grandson. One day when she was at the house I had just picked up Samantha and was going to change her diaper. I heard Sasha and Mary talking. "Wow, he really was a great catch. Good looking, good father, faithful and a good job. I sure missed the boat there," I heard Sasha say. "He's also a very wonderful husband and the best lover I have ever been with," replied Mary. As I changed Samantha's diaper, I just smiled. As my friend 'The Wanderer' says, "Life is Good". * Thank you for reading my story Comments are welcome and appreciated DG Hear Retard Pt. 01 The answers that you get always depend on who you ask. The neurologist said that I suffered TBI, traumatic brain injury. The psychologist said that it was merely traumatized and held back by my fears and insecurities, that I was afraid to live or think or even act. My older brother said I was retarded. Oddly enough, it turns out that he was the one who was right. My name is Simon and time is my bitch. It hasn't always been that way though. The beginning was January 23, 2007. I was riding in a car with my parents on my way to a Mary Jo Kopernick's 10th birthday. We were still at the age when everyone went to everyones birthday parties. I had just had mine a couple weeks before. See, I was born on new years day in an odd stutter step fashion. It was never explained to me well. Mom said my head cleared briefly then seemed to roll back in and finally I came out. It made the newspapers with a nurse claiming I was both the last baby of the old year and the first of the new year. The roads were icy and a car crossed the center line and hit us. Our car flipped over and ran into a tree. They died and I lived. When I was found I barely had a heart beat and was barely breathing. I was taken to the hospital where I slowly came around. I didn't wake up until February 1st. Everything was different when I woke up. I couldn't describe it. Everyone seemed to scurrying around. I assumed to was lingering effects of being knocked out. For the first couple of days it was just doctors and nurses dashing in to check my vitals I was in and out of sleep but it never seemed to be long enough. I was tired and sore and getting poked and prodded constantly. A couple of days later my brother Kevin came in. He hadn't been in the car with us. He was 18 and working part time as a mechanic. Next year he was going to be going to be going to college to study engineering and design cars and not just repair them. "Simon." He started with a rather high pitched voice. "Mom and dad are dead. It's just you and me." He started to cry and left the room. The nurses came in and told me I had to have physical therapy. They wheeled me away and the impact of what my brother told me hit. The two of us were alone in the world. The therapist had me stand. I thought I was moving at a normal pace when she said, "That's okay, take your time." I felt a little weak but managed a few steps. "Try a cane they suggested." Great, 10 years old and walking with a cane like an old fucking man. I used the cane and walked some more. "Okay, we are going to push you a little bit. Just try to stay standing." The gentle push felt like a mighty shove but I kept my feet. I was released from the hospital two days later. I had missed my parents funeral. It was weird going home with my brother to the empty house. I was home for a week before I realized that something was really wrong. It felt like everything was moving too fast. I could barely understand what was going on in TV shows, it seemed like people were talking too quickly and time just flew by. It was all I could do to keep up. I went back to school and just couldn't seem to catch up with where everyone was. Insurance provided a tutor for me for the rest of the year but it was all I could do to even keep even. It took me twice as long as everyone else just to do the homework. I was always tired and always working. When summer finally came I felt free. I just barely escaped having to go to summer school but I was determined to try and catch back up to everyone. While everyone else was riding bikes and swimming in the city pool I was on the internet studying, trying to figure out how to keep up or even get ahead. My one summer relaxation was baseball. I was still at the level where everyone was on the team and everyone plays. At the first practice we did sprints to first base to see how fast everyone was. The year before I was the fastest boy by a length. This year I finished behind the girls and even the one really fat kid. More tryouts and I couldn't get ahead of the ball to catch it, and I had no chance of getting a hit. I heard the coaches talking in hushed voices about my accident. They weren't going to try to keep me off the team but they made it really clear that if I showed up to games in uniform I would have to play. For the most part the team was okay with me being at practice. Although I was dead last they saw me trying. I was always the sweatiest and the dirtiest at the end. All of that changed when the first game rolled around. They held off putting me in, hoping the other team wouldn't notice. It was the top of the ninth and their coach scanned the bench for clean uniforms. The fat kid was sitting in the stands. Their coach spotted my shiny uniform and demanded that I be sent in. I run at full speed out to right field, though to everyone else it looked like a slow jog. The other teams power hitter was coming up and we all moved back towards the fence. He hit the ball with a masterful precision. It wasn't the massive hit everyone expected but a half hearted tap, aimed right towards me. I ran forward as fast as I could, the first baseman was at the bag. I did my best and caught it as it was rolling. At that point the batter was on second. I threw it towards third but it didn't make it. The ball hit the ground and the batter made it home on what was my first charged error ever. One batter popped out to third and the last was struck out, but we were going into the ninth a run down and I was third in the order. Needless to say I was the last out of the game. The team took it hard. No one took it harder than Scott. Scott had been second fiddle to me the prior year, always a hit or two behind, an RBI or two behind, and this year with me being off my game, it was his year to shine. Of course he blamed me for the loss, like it was somehow my fault, like I intentionally sabotaged his success. The next practice was hell. Scott beaned me with the ball and commented I should get used to it since it would be the only way I would get on base. He got the other kids to turn against me. Even the fat was getting in on the action. I tried to defend myself be the insults came flying at me so fast I couldn't respond. My brother picked me up from practice that day. He heard the other kids screaming names at me. He finally said, "Don't stand there like a retard. Come on." A lot of things changed that day. My brother took to calling me retard and I never played baseball again. I still loved it but I realized that I couldn't play it anymore, that may have been what hurt me the most. It's been seven and a half years since that baseball game and a lot of things changed. My brother is now 26 and has a beer belly and a 34 year old girlfriend. His brown hair is thinning on the top. He works as a mechanic and generally hates his life. He comes home, drinks a beer or five then grabs either his girlfriend's ass or her 18 year old daughter's. He still calls me retard and blames me for ruining his life. He hates me and resents me, and honestly I don't blame him. My disability has eaten up a lot of the settlement with tutors and academic advisors. He never got the chance to go to college and he feels trapped in his life. His girlfriend, Tiffani, as I said is 34. She has saggy B cup tits and bleached blonde hair, and I am pretty sure a meth problem. She has that odd body type with a saggy gut but pencil thin arms and legs. She looked both malnourished and overweight at the same time. She had bad skin and bad teeth and was in general repulsive. My brother let slip that she has a pussy like a shop vac. Her daughter, Brandi, was 18 and well on her way down the same road. She was was skinny with slightly larger C cup tits, that didn't sag. She was bony as hell and a bit of a moron. It think the only reason my brother kept them around was for the sex. I have no confirmation but I am pretty sure he had some mother daughter three-ways. Scott, my nemesis was captain of the baseball team and star of the track team. He never let a chance go by in the hall to knock me over, or trip me. He grew to be the stereotypical jock, tall broad shouldered with dark hair and eyes. Mary Jo grew into unbelievable hotness. She had long brown hair and the deepest blue eyes and large breasts that seemed to defy gravity. Our relationship was strained though. She was popular and therefor obliged to hate me. At the same time she felt responsible for my condition. Her father, our pastor, never let her forget it. Senior year she was dating Scott and somehow managed to dodge the cliche of being the preachers kid and was in fact pure and chaste. She let it slip one day in the church youth group that Scott was pressuring her and she wanted my advice. I told her hell no. Me, unlike everyone else, I hadn't changed much. I grew a couple of inches but at 18 years old I was only starting to get hair on my crotch. I didn't even need to shave yet. I was barely 5'5" and still skinny. School was hell for me. I was mocked, teased and harassed. I went from a B student to just barely passing. By senior year I had been moved into the special ed classes. I had to keep an audio recorder with me to replay classes for when the teacher spoke to quickly. It was a coping mechanism. It allowed me to keep up in classes. I was given a bit of extra time on tests which almost got me through. I started running down the hallways instead of walking. That allowed me to get to class on time but since I was running as fast as I could and only keeping up with people walking the other kids just mocked me more, they said I had a goofy walk which I guess was a pretty accurate way of looking at it. This all came to a head on my birthday, new years day. I heard my brother's girlfriend talking with him that they needed to get hold of my trust after I turned 18. They had only been able to touch part of it, but if they could get control of it after I turned 18 then they could use it freely. I knew what she meant, that they clean it out and turn it into crystal meth. Every time I tried telling that to my brother he would call me retard and say I was jealous. New years eve I went to bed with the recorder next to my bed. Sometime after midnight, I woke up to a stirring. I knew Tiffani was up to something. I turned on the recorder and put it back on the night stand. It wasn't Tiffani who came into my bedroom. It was Brandi. "Hi bro. Mom told me to give you the fucking of your life. Not sure why. I think she has a plan though." I'm slow, but not stupid. I knew her plan. Brandi fucks me, claims rape, I get jailed or institutionalized and they collect my trust as damages. It wasn't a great plan, about what Tiffani would come up with. Brandi slid into my bed. I tried to stop her. "Brandi, get out of here! I don't want to fuck." I said this more for the recorder than for me. Brandi was hot and I would probably fuck her even if we were actually related. I knew though if we had sex I was done for. Brandi was lying next to me, naked. I could feel her large soft breasts pushing up against me. Her hand pushed into my pajama bottoms. "Brandi, get off me. I don't want to do this. Stop." She didn't stop. Her hand curled around my penis and against my well I felt it stiffen. "Oh this is going to be so much fun. I'm going to be your first, aren't I? I haven't been someone's first in a long time." My dick was getting harder in her hand and I tried to push her off. I just couldn't do it. I was too weak. "You must want it, otherwise you would put up more of a fight." My cock was now free and I could feel her rubbing it against her pussy. "That feels so good, she moaned." I didn't want this to happen and really not like this but I didn't have a choice. I tried pushing her off but she was just too strong. Her pussy slid down onto my cock. I had never felt anything like it in my 18 years of life. Her pussy was warm and wet and soft. It enveloped my cock and formed around it. Every inch of my penis was being touched by her. I felt her shaved crotch grind down against any my bare crotch. I was in ecstasy as she rose up and fell down. Her cunt was so tight and she was bouncing up and down so quickly. It was incredible what I was feeling. She came quickly and kept riding me. "Get off me Brandi!" I shouted. She slapped my face. I tried to push her off but couldn't because she was too strong. I felt her pussy sliding up and down on my cock. It felt so marvelous, but wrong at the same time. "Get off of me." She slapped me again. "I know how your brother felt the first time he did me. Your cock is so much smaller though. It's snug and cozy." She moaned and started to bounce up and down quicker. She was a blur on my cock. I felt her pussy tighten up on me. "Fuck Simon. Kevin's never lasted half this long." She was bouncing up and down on me so hard and fast it hurt. "Brandi, stop! Get off of me! It hurts." I felt her pussy tighten again and the room was filled with a loud squishing sound. It felt like she a was rubbing the flesh off my cock. It was so tight and painful. Then, I felt something that I had never felt before. It started out feeling like I needed to pee. It built up and then I felt a wave of pleasure roll over him as my penis jerked. It was my first orgasm. I could feel the cum spewing out of me. She kept riding and the pleasure turned to pain as my started to shrivel. "Not bad Simon. I might make a habit of this. You were great for a retard." At that moment I knew I had to get out of there. She left my room, I packed an overnight bag and snuck out of the house. I wasn't sure where I was going to go. I started to hitchhike and the next thing I knew I was at Mary Jo's house. I knocked on the door and Pastor Kopernick opened the door. "I need a place to stay." I said. He opened the door and let me in. I spent the first night on the sofa. In the morning he called my brother. "You raped your sister!" He screamed waking me. "No! No! Never, I swear. I have proof! I tried to stop her." I pulled put my recorder and hit play. The whole story played out for the pastor. As he heard my rape he buried his face in his hands. The full horror of what was going on him and he buried his face in his hands. He started saying, "I am so sorry." as he heard me getting smacked. He hung his head in shame. "I called your brother and then when he told me you raped your sister I called the cops." I knew that I was in trouble. I did my best to explain but the cops showed up before I could mention about the the insurance payout and my rust fund. Th cops hauled me away to interrogation and quickly grew tired of how long it took me to get my words out. They would start completing my sentences in the worst way possible. "I didn't want..." "To rape her but she wouldn't give in?" "No, I did..." "Want to rape her for the thrill of it?" "No." "She kept saying, but you fucked her anyway." I knew I was lost. I had seen enough cop shows. I knew what I had to do to make the interrogation stop. I knew I would look guilty, but I said it anyway. "Lawyer." "What was that?" "I want a lawyer." Each word seemed to take a minute as it flowed out of my mouth. The cops kept asking me if I was sure, but my only response was, "Lawyer." I was moved into a holding cell and sat there until the public defender showed up. I was moved back to the interrogation room. Apparently this town is like the set of low budget cop show and there is one room for everything. "Your sister Brandi." "Not my sister. Brother's girlfriend's daughter." I said emphatically. "Okay, Brandi claims that you raped her and beat her. Her face is all busted up and she said you did it." "She raped me. I have proof. It's on my recorder." My lawyer requested the recorder that had been seized when I was arrested. He played it for the police and then again for the DA. I was there each time to verify what was happening. Every time I was more humiliated. How could I get raped by a girl. After a day of questioning they decided to let me go. Pastor Kopernick came to pick me up. "I'm sorry son. I judged you. I was wrong. Will you ever forgive me?" "Um sure, I guess." "Good, we have the spare bedroom set up for you." It was almost midnight. I barely slept the night before and it had been a long day. I lay down fully clothed and was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I awoke in the morning to the most glorious sight I had ever seen. Mary Jo was waking me up. The sunlight was streaming in the window behind her making her hair look like a halo. The back lighting also showed off all of her curves by turning the thin nightgown transparent. "Dad said to come and get you. That because of what happened to you to be careful not to startle you." I realized right then that I had the traditional morning wood, but the more that I looked at her the harder I was growing. "Tell me what it was like. Did you enjoy it?" I hung my head in shame. "I didn't want to. I wanted to do it with someone special." "Would I be someone special?" She asked sitting down on the bed next to me. Her hand rested on the blanket near my thigh. She had to know that I had a boner. I couldn't speak. Mary Jo, the hottest girl I had ever seen wanted to have sex with me. I was saved by the bell so to speak. Her father called up the stairs for us to come down to breakfast. We walked down the stairs and I was staring at her ass the whole time. The shapely globes shifted in her nightgown. Every part of me wanted to grab a hold and fuck her like there was no tomorrow. Breakfast was incredible. Mrs Kopernick was an incredible cook, and I had the best meal I had had since my mom died. Real breakfast was also somewhat of a novelty for me. I was used to a couple of frozen waffle popped in the toaster, perhaps a cold pop tart. As I was eating the blueberry pancakes I almost cried. Mary Jo and I stared at each other the entire meal. She kept fidgeting. She pulled her nightgown down a bit and I saw bits of her cleavage. Breakfast passed and I kept wanting to say something. The only thing that came out was "Thank you for taking me in." I was looking at Mary Jo when I said it. She blushed and turned her head. I hoped her parents didn't notice. "You are always welcome here." Mrs Kopernick said and I could tell that she meant it. She seemed to be an honestly good person. We sat and ate breakfast, me at my characteristic slow pace, when everyone else finished they sat and talked and let me finish. It was nice. It wasn't something that I had experienced since my parents died. I was heaven. As breakfast wound down Pastor Kopernick said, "The first order of business is to get you some clean clothes. I imagine you've been in those for a couple of days now." "You don't have..." I started but he cut me off. "It's okay. We'll swing by your house and I will go in an get your things." Mary Jo and I piled into the back of the family sedan and she held my hand. Her fingers caressed mine and it felt wonderful. In a way it was more erotic than the fucking that I had had two days before. I know I enjoyed it more. She just stared into my eyes like a lost puppy. "I'm sorry." She muttered and squeezed my hand. We continued to hold hands until we got to my house. Pastor Kopernick went to the door. Brandi opened it. She was wearing a stained tank top with one strap hanging off her shoulder revealing a bare breast, and a pair of thong panties. The pastor said something to her and she gestured toward the curb. He looked agitated and said something else. She screamed her response, "How many times do I have to tell you, his shit is gone." She walked back into the house and slammed the door. He came back to the car and lowered his head. "We can't afford to get you a new wardrobe, but maybe one or two things. Plus there is always the church clothing bank, if that's okay." Retard Pt. 01 "It's fine, it was where most of my clothes had come from to begin with." "Ok. I guess the first thing is clothes for Sunday." I hadn't been to church since my parents died, maybe the odd Christmas or Easter when we knew the church would have a free meal but I wasn't sure that counted. The clothes bank was attached to the church and we started looking through it. I was surprised at the quality of clothes that had been donated. When my brother had gotten clothes for me before from there it was always just whatever was on top and close to my size. Pastor Kopernick and Mary Jo made a special effort to find something that was both in good shape and reasonably fashionable. When we left I had almost enough for a full week of school. "Don't worry, I'll help you do wash. You'll be okay." That afternoon Mary Jo and I were left along while Pastor Kopernick redid his sermon. He said that he was suddenly inspired. Mary Jo asked me to go out for a walk. It was the dead of winter but not really that cold. She put on her coat and I put on the light jacket that I had had. We walked slowly. For the first time in I don't know how long I didn't feel rushed or hurried. She walked beside me, holding my hand. "So what was it like?" She asked after we had been walking for almost an hour. "What was what like?" "The sex?" I shrugged. "I didn't want to." "Did you enjoy it?" I stopped and looked into her eyes. It felt like forever for me and I knew it was even longer for her. "I didn't want to. I couldn't stop her." "So you aren't interested in sex?" "I am, I'm not interested in her." She took my hand in hers and we walked on. "Did you, you know, in her?" I couldn't look her in the eyes. We were both looking straight forward. "Yeah." "She was your first?" "Yeah. I hope your first is better." I thought she said something. I wasn't sure but it sounded like she said, "I hope my first is you." What she did say after that was, "Me too." We didn't say anything as we walked back to the house. We ended up in her bedroom lying on her bed listening to music. I was completely innocent. We were fully clothed, not even close to touching but there was something so compelling about her. The fresh vanilla scent of her hair. Her smooth white skin. I knew I was staring at her but I didn't care. She didn't seem to care either. That night when I slept I knew she was only separated from me by a thin wall. I imagined her soft breasts in my hands. I thought about when Brandi was riding and how it felt. I wanted to feel Mary Jo like that. I wanted Mary's weight on top of me. I wanted to be holding her breasts. I wondered what her nipples looked like. For the first time in my life I thought about kissing a woman's pussy. I wondered what it would taste like. How it would feel against my tongue. My cock was hardening. I thought about stroking it. I wanted to stroke it. I had never done it before but I knew how good it would feel. I didn't want to do it under the pastor's roof, in the room next to his daughter. I heard a low moan coming from the next room and I smiled. The next day was Sunday. Pastor Kopernick had been up late rewriting his sermon. The reader had been handed a new set of readings and stumbled over Genesis. The sermon hit very close to home. It was clearly about my situation. The sermon was about Potiphar and his wife. How she lied about Joseph. What could have happened to him and how he got away with merely being sold into slavery. All about a rape he didn't do. That was proof to me that Pastor Kopernick knew that I didn't do it. That I would never do it. It was proof that he would trust me alone with his virgin daughter. I was sitting in the front row, right next to Mary Jo, and Mrs Kopernick. I knew everyone was looking at me and that everyone had heard the story. The pastor coming out for me proved to the congregation that I was in fact innocent. This Sunday was the last day of our winter break. We would be back to school on Monday. I no longer had school books, and therefore didn't have any homework. I spent the rest of the day watching Mary Jo do hers. I lay on the bed looking at her as she sat at her desk working studiously. I was hooked. I loved the look of her long dark hair. It was almost midnight when she finished and I was asleep. She just crawled into bed with me. We were both fully dressed and the lights were on. I fell asleep with my arm laying across her body. I woke up with the lights off and a blanket over top of us. One of her parents must have come in and covered us. I thought about sliding my hand up and coping a feel but decided against it. If anything happened between us I wanted it to be something real, something that she wanted as well. The biggest shock came when I went to school that morning. I was met at the door by the schools resource officer. He was a police officer assigned to the school. He took me to the library where there were two men in suits. One of the men I recognized as the ADA who has been handling my case. The other was introduced as a psychologist. "It's almost impossible to prove rape against a male. I am not sure there has ever been a successful prosecution of a woman for raping an adult and since it took place on your birthday that makes you eighteen and an adult. We are going to try to get you declared incompetent which will make it easier to get them her to plea bargain out. Do you understand?" I started to say "Yes" but he cut me off with "Just nod." I nodded. I knew that what ever this test was that I was going to have to well on it or else my life was never going to be my own. That I would end up in an institution or worse. "What a retard." The ADA said as he walked out. The psychologist started a watch and then sat me down and explained slowly and in great detail that I had an hour to complete the test and that my results would be used to judge my intelligence. He said there was no pressure and to take my time. When he finally allowed me to start I saw that that son of a bitch had taken fifteen minutes of my allotted time. I started to write and I knew that I needed more time. I needed to work faster. I concentrated on more time, as I went. I checked the clock after every question, willing it to slow down. Strangely, it seemed to. The first question took me a precious minute to complete. Questions four and five took a minute total. By the time I was done the clock and the psychologist seemed to be moving at a snails pace. I double checked my answers and then handed over the test with time to spare. He looked at me in shock. He handed me a pass and headed out to class. I did my usual to get around in the hallway and for the first time I was gaining on someone. I slowed down so I wouldn't over take them and I realized they were running as well. I slowed my run down and eventually I was just walking and keeping pace. When I got to class the teacher seemed to be talking incredibly slowly. That was the moment I realized what was going on. I had been slow before but now I am running faster than everyone else. I tried to remember what changed everything. I thought about the test and how I willed the clock to slow down and how it did. I willed the clock to speed up and the teacher started to talk faster. Eventually she was talking as quickly as I was used to. I slowed time down again and she was speaking slowly. Eventually I settled on a pace that was comfortable. Something I could keep up with but wasn't boring. It was then that I realized that I had been slowed down, retarded actually and now I was moving at full speed, or whatever speed I wanted. I wondered how much I could slow down time. I pulled against time as hard as I could and then I heard it click almost. I knew that time was stopped. I looked up at the front and everything was stopped. I could see beads of light stuck in the florescent light tubes above us. I watched for what felt like a minute and they didn't move a bit. I stood up and walked to the front of the classroom. It was a weird feeling. Things were stuck in place but not. I felt exhilarated. It was so interesting being able to do whatever I wanted with no consequences. Mrs Bauer, my history teacher was 45 and a bit heavy. She was okay looking but not particularly attractive. I just had to see where I could take this. She had short brown hair and was a little chubby. I nervously reached out and cupped a breast. I was gentle. I didn't want to hurt her with the difference in time streams. Her breast was soft in my hands. I reached down and pulled her blouse up. She had a plain white bra covering her breasts. I lifted the bra band and her saggy wrinkled tits fell out. I kissed each nipple and then slid the bra back into place. It wasn't exactly right but it was close. I then lowered her pants. I was fascinated by her pussy. It was shrouded in a muff of white hair. I took a sniff but couldn't smell anything I ran my fingers over the top of it and felt the hair. I slid my hand in more. It was difficult to reach the way she was standing there. I decided that it was enough for now. I did my best to get her fully dressed. At the last moment I had a bit of inspiration. I pulled her panties down so that were bunched up against the crotch of her pants. I pulled her pants back up and tucking in her blouse. I gave her ass a light slap and then sat back down in my chair. I did my best to remember how I had been seated and slowly sped time back up. Mrs Bauer hopped forward and squealed. She snapped around and looked behind her. So she did feel the slap and I didn't hurt her. That was good to know. I could have a lot of fun with this. I sped time up to where I was used to it being, with me running a little slowly and finished out class. Mrs Bauer couldn't dismiss the class quickly enough. It was obvious that she was uncomfortable with the way her panties were. When class ended I was met outside by the resource officer and the DA and the psychologist. "I don't know what type of shit your pulling but it has got to end." The DA said furiously. "Ha Ha! The retards busted." Scott called as he saw me being led away. It was then that I realized I could use my talents for revenge as well as fun. Retard Pt. 02 Thank you everyone for the kind comments and feedback. Feel free to PM me with thoughts and suggestions. ***** The ADA was fuming, the psychologist and resource officer looked scared. The ADA was ten steps ahead of me and walking quickly. I was running to try to catch up. I usually tried to avoid running, being behind in time it looked funny but I was running now to try and keep up. It still wasn't enough. The ADA and turned and shoved me. We were in the high school hallway surrounded by my classmates and an officer of the court shoved me. I didn't have time to react. I could do nothing as I started to fly backwards off my feet. I was slow and weak. I didn't have time to think. My head slammed into the locker. I could feel a trickle of blood. "Simon T. Jones. Are you fucking playing me? I'm the mother fucking Assistant District Attorney. If you hadn't had fucked things up with this bullshit rape I was up to become the DA. Don't just lay there like a retard. I saw your test scores, you're a mother-fucking genius." It was at that point I realized I should have slowed down or even stopped time as he turned on me. My head hurt, my neck hurt, and my back hurt. I was bullied a lot in school for being slow and different but almost none of it was physical. I had been living time slower than everyone else for a decade and moving through time slower made me weaker and more fragile. I couldn't run as fast or hit as hard. A simple arm grab led to a dislocated shoulder. The high school bullies learned that yelling at me, calling me freak or retard was just as satisfying as hitting me, but couldn't get them into trouble, since the school administrators couldn't be bothered to take the time to listen to me tell them in my slow pace. The ADA was still raging. "I had you on rape. Half wit brute rapes pretty young thing. It was going to be a banner news story. I had alerted the media there was a rapist running around and we caught him. Then you fucking hadn't done it. I was up shit creek. TV reporters get bitchy when you tease them with a story and don't deliver." I could barely keep up with what he was saying. He was screaming it so quickly. "Then it hit me. You were shouting no. It would be almost impossible to get a conviction on a woman raping a man, but with the tape, and you being a fucking potato, I figured I might be able to pull it off. Who knows, I might be able to parlay that into a run for Attorney General. Rights for gimps and retards, guys would love me for turning the rape tables on women, feminist cred for treating women equally, fuck, they would have lined up around the block to suck my fucking dick." I looked around. Thats when I saw the phones out. This was going to be on YouTube. The school resource officer, Brian, saw as well. Brian wasn't so much a person as a wall that moved his way down the hall. There were stories about a kid a couple years back who punched him in the jaw and ended up with a broken hand. They said he carried two football players away from a brawl at once. He got between me and the ADA. "Look." He said in a voice that was soft and firm. He was looking at a gaggle of girls all of whom had their phones out taping. The ADA turned on the girls. He started to scream and Brian said more firmly, "We can't take all the phones." That was a tone he used to stop fights. The ADA knew he was beat and stormed out of the building. Brian led me down to the nurses office. The psychologist started to follow and just sort of wandered off. Ms McAdams was the school nurse. She was tall and in her early mid twenties. She had short blonde hair, cropped close in the back and side and moderate sized tits. One thing that drove all the boys and admittedly some of the girls crazy was that fact that she never wore bra. She always wore turtleneck sweaters so you couldn't actually see her nipples but you could tell by the way they bounced when she moved. When she saw me walk in she had me grab a seat. She was new at the school and was still adjusting to seeing injured children. "What happened Brian?" He hesitated. I knew he didn't want to get into the middle of this. "I fell." She looked at me and shook her head. "I'm going to need supplies. Help me carry things, Brian." She turned to me, "You, Simon, you stay here." The two of them walked off and I heard her chewing Brian out quietly. She was demanding that he tell her the truth, that he fill out the paperwork. I heard Brian tell he that he couldn't do that. The argued in hushed tones. I couldn't make out all of it but I knew that she was standing up for me. Five minutes later they came back. He was carrying a handful of gauze packets, she was carrying a bottle of saline wash and a roll of tape. I was certain she could have carried twice as much by herself, but I said nothing. She washed my wound and bandaged it. It hurt like hell but I was used to it. She then had me sit down while she started to fill out the paperwork. Brian came over and started to talk to me. "Family is important you know. When you have no one else and no where else, there is family and home. You need to forgive them. You can't believe the shit I've done that they have forgiven me for." I looked at him. "Give it a shot at least." I spent the rest of the day with the nurse. I sped up time even more. The three hours left of the school day passed in a heartbeat. I smiled when I realized I never had to be patient again. Mary Jo came by at the end of the day and we took the bus home together. She sat next to me in the seat and held my hand. I could smell her shampoo as she leaned closer. It was something floral and delicious. She took my hand and held it in her lap. "Does it hurt?" she asked. "Not really" I lied. It hurt like a son of a bitch. It would hurt and bleed for weeks. "I'm sorry." She said and lowered her head. "It's not your fault. He pushed me, I fell. You weren't even there." "Not that, everything. You were on your way to my birthday when it happened." I realized then she was talking about the accident almost eight year ago. The accident that unstuck me in time. The accident that killed my parents. "I've had you in my prayers every night. I would always pray that you would get better or that I could take care of you. I guess it was like in Back to the Future, where Marty's mom fell in love with him because she was taking care of him. I guess wanting to take care of you I fell in love." I didn't know what to say. I wanted time to think but knew it wouldn't help. I squeezed her hand and she leaned in close. When we got to her house her mother was horrified at how bad I looked. She checked the bandage on my head and made the mother hen clucking sounds. Mary Jo and I worked on homework until dinner. I sped myself up so that I could keep up with Mary Jo in the homework department. I was beginning to appreciate how far behind in time I had been. The two of us were working in her room, I was lying on her bed while she was working at the desk. It was nice doing my homework with feeling rushed. I was almost beginning to understand how people could procrastinate on these things. Before I had to work from the time I got home until almost midnight to do the days homework. Now I would be done before dinner. When we were called down to dinner Mary Jo was sitting across from me. She reached her feet across the table and our ankles rubbed together. I stared at her. She was incredibly gorgeous. Everything that I could want in a woman, beautiful smile, long dark and and deep blue eyes. She was giving me a hundred watt smile and I melted. Dinner was meatloaf, mashed potatoes and broccoli. Home cooked meals were definitely something that I could get used to. With Tiffani, my brothers girlfriend, the closest we would get would be TV dinners and that was only for special occasions like Thanksgiving and Christmas. Usually it was pop tarts and hotdogs. Once she tried hamburger helper. It didn't work out well. I savored every bite of the meatloaf, the herbs and bits of rice cooked into it, the sweet ketchup crust. The mashed potatoes were something else that I wasn't used to. They tasted strange to me, then I remember that Mary's mom was peeling the potatoes when we came in, real mashed potatoes with melted butter on top. We had barely sat started eating when the phone rang. Pastor Kopernick stood up and said, "Excuse me, it may be a parishioner in trouble." I only heard his part of the conversation. "What? No? What? No, no comment." He had barely sat down when there was another phone call and the conversation went much the same way. "No. I don't know. I can't say. I don't know." After the third call he shut off the phone. As dinner was finishing we noticed a bright light outside of the house. Mary Jo peeked out the window and said that there were several news trucks set up in the street with lights and cameras pointed at the house. Every truck had a reporter and they were all shooting their intro shots. After half an hour of waiting that felt like an eternity the first intrepid reporter rang the door bell asking to speak to me. Pastor Kopernick opened the door a hands breadth to find out what they wanted. They really wanted to speak to me or if that failed they wanted a statement. I wasn't sure how they had found me but I was afraid of what they wanted. I was really afraid of how I should do this. If I was slow then I would be more likely to give a bad or wrong answer. If I sped myself up in time then I wouldn't be able to play the slow person convincingly and they would spin it that I was faking. I realized that there was no good answer for me. Fortunately Pastor Kopernick solved the problem for me. He told me I didn't have to say anything to them, that I owed them nothing. He said that he could speak for me if I wanted but he thought that nothing was the right thing to do and say. I eventually agreed that that was the right thing and we did our best to ignore them. I had to know why they were out there and what was being said about me, so that I could respond if cornered. We watched the news at 11 and it came out that the video of the ADA pushing me had gone viral. MSNBC described it as a curb stomping. Fox News was torn between calling it an overreach of government and wondering if I was a danger to the school and flopping for sympathy. I guess they were waiting on the nightlies. I then realized that there was no right answer. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to die. Most of all I wanted to cry. I ran up the stairs to the guest room and threw myself down on the bed. Tears were flowing freely. I was stuck. No matter what I was stuck. I was either going to be the moron abused by the DA or the kid trying to scam the system. I wish there was some way that I could get out of this. Just hide until it all blew over. I thought about climbing inside of a storage locker, or hiding away in a basement somewhere for a couple of years. I could pop out like nothing had changed and they all would have forgotten about me. I could reenter life and get a job, pretend I had my high school diploma or perhaps just snag a GED. It was about then that Mrs Kopernick came in. "Don't worry. It will blow over soon enough. I've seen how these things go. It's been a slow news day with the holidays passing and all. Give them a few days and there will be a new crisis. All you have to do is hold out a week." I concentrated on that. I could do a week. I could do a month if I knew that would be the end of it. Mary Jo came in later. I knew it was close to midnight. When she opened the door I could see that the hall lights were off. She didn't say a word she just crawled into bed with me and threw an arm over my torso. I could hear her breathing. Involuntarily I synced up with her. I breathed in when she breathed in. I breathed out when she breathed out and it calmed me. I fell asleep with her flannel covered breasts in my back and her arm on my torso. We must have shifted in the night because I woke up her thigh on top of mine. I was panicked. All I could think of was Brandi, Tiffani's daughter; raping me. I had the sleep boner going and I screamed, "Stop! Stop! Get off! Get off!" Then I realized it was Mary Jo and not Brandi on top of me. It was too late though. Mary Jo ran out of the room mortified. I realized where I was and who I had been with. I realized that I was still wearing my day clothes and was horrified when Pastor and Mrs Kopernick came running in. "Is everything okay?" "I'm sorry. Bad dream." That was mostly true. I didn't want to tell them that it was because their virgin daughter had been in bed with me. They left the door cracked and the hallway light on. I couldn't sleep and dawn took forever to come. I was lying in bed with a massive boner, afraid to touch it. I didn't want to get caught and I was afraid to close the door. Breakfast was awkward. Mary Jo wouldn't make eye contact and I couldn't stop thinking about my penis and how much I wanted to slide it into her. Mrs Kopernick seemed oblivious. She was still wearing her night gown and seemed intent on touching me. It wasn't anything overly sexual but her hands ran across my back as she spooned eggs onto my plate. Her hair tickled the side of my face. I felt her knee brush against my thigh. Mary Jo and I took the bus to school, she didn't say anything as I reached a hand out to her but she took it and squeezed. We sat next to each other and I kept looking down at my crotch, hoping that she wouldn't be looking at my erection. I took a peek at her and saw that she was looking. I had no idea of how I was going to make it through school. Then I remembered that my first class of the day was gym. I knew I couldn't go into the locker room with a boner. I remember once it happened and no one would let him live it down. I was the school retard. I didn't want to be the school fag as well. Mary Jo and I parted ways and promised to meet at lunch. We had no classes together. She was in honors and I was in the special ed. I knew now that I didn't need to be. I could be as smart as any of them. Smarter really I could have as much time as I needed for the classes. I could do a week of homework in the blink of an eye. That is when it hit me. I had all the time in the world for my boner to go down. Then I realized I could help it go down. I looked for a good place to hide so I wouldn't have to worry about anyone notice me changing position. The bell rang for class and I was hiding in the boy's bathroom. I walked out into the hallway and saw a few kids running to class. I then walked into the girls locker room. I was astonished by what I saw. I really should have expected it but the room was full of girls in the middle of changing. Some were just pulling on sweats over their normal underwear, many of them were wearing sports bras already, but in the middle of the room I saw the grand prize, one of the hottest pieces of ass on the planet. It was Cassie, Scott's girlfriend. She had a massive rack of fake boobs that she got for her sweet 16 present. She was standing stark naked holding a bra and a pair of black lace panties. She was flaunting her nakedness. Most of the girls had their backs turned. Her mouth was open and her other hand was pointed up in the air like she was waiving it around. A few of her friends were in various states of undress trying not to look at her. I walked over and felt her breasts. They were warm and firm. Her nipples were already erect. I wonder if she was turned on being in front of her friends like this. I squeezed her tits and then kissed a nipple. I walked in front of her and looked at her pussy. She had a leg up on the bench and seemed to be showing it off to the room. It was perfectly smooth, no sign of stubble or anything. Using my fingers I pulled her outer labia apart. They came apart with ease and just kind of hung where I left them. I then started to spread her inner labia and noticed they were glistening and wet. I touched my finger to the clear fluid and slid my fingers around it. It was sticky and wet. It slid like oil but wasn't greasy. I knew that just a few days ago my dick had been swimming in it when Brandi was fucking me against my will. I didn't want to think about it then, I was repulsed. Now, I was fascinated. I quickly stripped down. My cock was still achingly hard from the dream last night. I slid a couple of fingers into Cassie's pussy and they slid easily. I started to suck on her nipple but since she was stuck in time she didn't react and I got bored with it. I wrapped my slick fingers around my cock and started to stroke it. It felt so good I wondered what it would feel like to fuck her. I noticed her pussy was still open from my fingers. I positioned the head of my cock and slid the tip in. It was warm and inviting but not particularly tight. I pushed in and felt her pussy widen around me but it wasn't squeezing back. I pulled back and when I went to push back in there was only a little friction from the side. I had been frustrated so long that it didn't take much and I started to pump her full of cum. I was covered in sweat and my heart was pounding. It was then I realized that I had just raped Cassie. She had never done anything bad to me. Her boyfriend was a prick but that wasn't a reason to do that. I grabbed my clothes and ran into the gym. I wasn't sure what to do. I stood in the gym naked thinking about the infamous naked at school dream. Here I was naked in school and embarrassed about something completely different. I went back to the the girls locker room. There didn't seem to be any fluid on her body but her pussy was gaped open. I delicately tried to squeeze it shut like the way I found it. I changed into my gym clothes and found a quiet area of the gym to hide and restart time. The boys came trooping in. If any of them did notice that I wasn't in the locker room with them they didn't say anything. The girls started to come out of their locker room, and one of them said, "Did you hear Cassie queef? She must be getting fucked between classes." "Yeah well the way she flashes off her bald beaver like that, I wouldn't be surprised if she hasn't been fucked by every male teaching in the building." "And Ms Roberts..." The other girl sniggered. Ms Roberts was the girls softball coach. Although not confirmed, she was widely believed to be a lesbian, mostly because she taught girls softball. Cassie walked out at the behind the rest of the girls. The crotch of her shorts was slightly damp. As she walked she started to moan. She was lightly rubbing her breast, the same one that I spent a couple of minutes sucking on. She had a soft warm smile on her face and light glean of sweat on her skin. She sighed and panted and tossed her hair back. Cassie moaned and he hand went to her crotch. It seemed to line up to when I was fingering her. She seemed to be feeling everything delayed by a few minutes. "Oh fuck fuck fuck... fuck me..." She moaned softly as her knees buckled. Her crotch was getting wetter by the moment. She was down on her hands and knees moaning like a whore. The entire class circled her, staring at the young lady in throes of passion. She was entirely into the sex, her eyes were closed and she didn't even seem to realize that she was surrounded by people. Her breathing sped up and finally she looked up and saw the whole gym staring at her. I was hard as a rock. I wanted to fuck her again. I wanted to fuck her in real time with the whole world watching. Looking at my classmates, I could see a lot of the guys rubbing boners through their gym shorts. She stood up and proudly said, "That is how I fuck Scott! And that is why his ass will never cheat on me." Ms Roberts, short, stocky, with close cropped blonde hair was staring at Cassie. I think I was the only who noticed that she was rubbing her crotch with the rest of us. She snapped out of it quickly enough and knew she had to enforce discipline. "Cassie Hearst! You get to the office right this minute!" Retard Pt. 02 Cassie tossed her hair and jauntily skipped back to the locker room. I was horny and I felt like shit. I embarrassed her in front of the class and her friends. I raped her. I got her sent to the office. I guess it worked out okay for her. She seemed to enjoy the sex, played it off well with class. I knew I was rationalizing so I didn't really feel much better. Gym class was basketball. I decided to be a little faster than I normally was. I didn't want to seem like a star but merely adequate. Unfortunately adequate escaped me. By being a little bit faster than I was used to, I was stronger, the ball was lighter and my arms were moving faster. My first shot at the basket went soaring over the top. Everyone pointed and laughed, but I smiled. Before, it was all I could do to get it up to the hoop. Now I had a chance. I still felt like I was behind everyone but I was doing better. It was wonderful to be close to normal. I actually managed to score a basket. I was feeling on top of the world and floated through the school day. That came to an end as I saw Scott and Cassie arguing in the hall at the end of the day. "Why did you have to tramp it up in Gym class? 'That's the way I fuck Scott' You know what that makes me look like!" "A stud." She said rubbing her hands over his chest. "He pushed her away. Get off me skank. You put a show on like that for everyone. A public strip tease. I have to have some respect. I can't be seen with a whore like you." He turned his back on her. She reached out and touched his shoulder. He swung and punched her hard in the face. She collapsed into a sobbing heap on the floor. "Stop!" I shouted. "It's not her..." Scott turned on me. "Stay the fuck out of it retard, or I'll finish what that suit started." "No! You've bullied me enough." "Manning up after all these years. Go ahead, if you are such a man, throw the first punch." There was a metallic taste in my mouth and I turned and charged at him. I pulled my fist back to hit him and I felt time slowing down around me. I was moving so quickly. I remembered the basketball. I could literally take his head off. I slowed myself down. It was hard to slow myself down so suddenly. I overshot real time and he side stepped easily the shoved me down. I hit hard. He walked away laughing, "Fucking retard." The bus ride home with Mary Jo was quiet. She had seen the fight. She thought that I was just being a stand up guy. Being nice to Cassie for no reason; feeling empathy, not responsibility. I figured it actually was probably better for Cassie in the long run. Scott was good at baseball, but not great. He would get a scholarship and maybe play minor league ball for a few years but then he would end up an alcoholic and probably beat her. I was trying to justify my actions. Mary Jo leaned her head against my shoulder. It was the best feeling in the world. "You are so wonderful. You didn't stand a chance and you knew it and you still stood up for her, even though she was acting like a whore. Just like Jesus did in John 8." I felt even worse, I was fairly certain Jesus hadn't raped the adulteress. That was when she said it. "My birthday is coming up soon. I've been talking with my mom. I've told her I want to make love to you. I know I could trust you to stand by me." Retard Pt. 03 Thank you for the encouragement and a special thanks to my editors who wish to remain unnamed. ***** Mary Jo and I walked hand in hand from the bus stop. It was a cold winter day and the sky was overcast. It smelled like snow. When I was still living with my brother, I knew it would mean a lot of shoveling and a lot of cold nights as the only room in the house that was heated was the one my brother shared with his girlfriend. I had been speeding time up for me a bit. I really want to enjoy this. It was nice to be slowly walking home. Mary Jo was everything I wanted in a woman. She was tall, with long brown hair and stunning blue eyes. She was also kind and compassionate. She felt responsible for me being slow. For the past decade I had been trapped, moving through time at a different rate than everyone else. I was in slow motion. Everyone assumed that I was brain damaged from the car accident that killed my parents. My brother had kicked me out the house on my 18th birthday. For the past few days I had been living with Mary Jo and her parents. We were almost at the steps of her house when we saw Brandi standing there. Brandi was the daughter of my brothers girlfriend. She was wearing a shabby faux fur coat over threadbare yoga pants. Mary Jo stepped between us. "Get away from Simon. I won't let you hurt him." It might seem strange that one girl was trying to protect me from another, but thing was that I was small for my age. At eighteen I hadn't hit my growth spurt yet. I wasn't even as tall as Brandi and Mary Jo. "I'm here to apologize." Mary Jo tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. "Tiffani told me that you wanted to but wouldn't admit it. I was drunk and I thought that you would like it." "What part of 'No' or 'Stop' didn't you understand!" Mary Jo interjected. Brandi looked ready to start a fight. "Mary Jo. She may be trying to repent. You have to give her the benefit of the doubt. It's it's the Christian thing to do." Mary Jo scowled at me. She knew I was right though. She knew that a lack of forgiveness was that one thing that her father the pastor would never tolerate. She could be a pregnant lesbian stripper but as long as she was willing to forgive her father would accept her. "Okay." She sighed, "We'll hear you out." "Simon, I really didn't mean to hurt you, or get you in trouble. I love you like a brother." I looked at her. "I don't know, do you really mean it?" "I kinda have to mean it. Kevin and Tiffani kicked me out." I understood how she felt. I had been there. Houseless and alone. Mary Jo's eyes dropped. She was still fuming, but her ingrained training for charity kicked in. "Come on. You can at least have dinner at my house." Mary Jo was gritting her teeth as we continued our walk. We were greeted at the door by Mrs Kopernick, Mary Jo's mom. She let Mary Jo and me in, but she moved to stop Brandi. "You've caused enough trouble. Go away." Mary Jo didn't say anything. Brandi turned and I said, "She's been kicked out." Mrs. Kopernick scowled and cleared the way. "Come in then. More water to the soup." Mary Jo and I took off our coats. When Brandi took off hers, I saw she was wearing a spaghetti strap top with her bra straps showing. Totally inappropriate for the weather. I knew it was the type of thing she often slept in, I wondered if she had had any time to pack. Mary Jo and I went upstairs to work on our homework and Brandi sat down in front of the television and stared at the blank screen afraid to turn it on. Mrs Kopernick walked off to the kitchen. I was having a hard time concentrating on the homework. I was thinking of Mary Jo. I wondered if I would get a chance to fuck her. I knew I could take her any time I wanted but I didn't want her that way. I thought of Brandi. I knew that I could rape her like she raped me and no one would blame me. She probably wouldn't mind. I could even do it without her even knowing that I had done it. If I were moving through time faster than her I could even do it while she watched helpless. Even if she were stronger I could easily overpower her. I kinda liked the idea of turning the tables on her. I wasn't sure what the best way to do it was though. Between thoughts of revenge and doing my homework time flew by. Every time I looked up I saw Mary Jo looking at me. I wondered what it would be like to fuck her. Well, not to just fuck her but to make love to her. I wondered how she would moan with her breasts in my mouth. I wondered about her sighs as my penis opened her. My thoughts were interrupted when Mrs Kopernick came upstairs and told us that dinner was ready. As she had promised, it was soup and a bit watered down. I didn't think that she had planned to make soup but had done it to make a point. Brandi ate the soup with gusto and sopped up the dregs with bread and asked for seconds. She obviously hadn't eaten in a while. She was fixated on getting as much as she could into her mouth. Pastor Kopernick kept trying to talk to her but she was so busy eating. I realized then what I should do to start getting back at her. She was starting to bring a spoonful of the chicken soup to her mouth when I stopped time. I dropped my pants and headed around the table. I wasn't aroused at that point so I lift Brandi's shirt revealing a ratty stained bra. I lifted the bra up and then started to lick her breasts. They were a delightful C cup with pale nipples. They were so nice and soft in my hands and on my tongue. I could feel my cock rising. I was looking at her tits remembering the night we fucked and how wonderful her pussy felt around my cock. I started to jerk off. Just before I came I pointed my cock towards her mouth and I felt my jizz shoot out. I smiled as I painted the back of her throat. Three jets shot out. As I finished, I milked the last few drops onto the spoon of soup she was about to eat. "Take that bitch." I said. For good measure I gave her clothed crotch a good rub and then sat down and restarted time. Mary Jo turned and looked at me funny. I hoped I was in the right position. Brandi coughed a bit and then took the spoon with my cum and the soup into her mouth. She swallowed it then had a confused look on her face. "Is there anything wrong?" I asked with a blank expression. "No, the soup is delicious. So flavorful and familiar." She said smiling at Mrs. Kopernick. Mary Jo looked at me confused. I rested my hand on her thigh and took another spoonful of soup. I sipped it and watched Brandi start to squirm. I could see her trying not to touch her breasts as her nipples hardened. "Excuse me." She said as she dashed off to the bathroom. We heard moaning coming from the bathroom. Pastor and Mrs Kopernick looked at each other. He raised an eyebrow and she blushed. She then licked her spoon and it was his turn to blush. Mary Jo didn't seem to notice anything. She was too keen listening to the sounds coming from Brandi. "Simon, why don't you go check on your sister and see if she is okay." Mrs Kopernick suggested. I started to protest that she wasn't my sister, step sister or anything really, it was just that she and her mother were screwing my brother. I decided not to argue but walked to the bathroom. Brandi had been in such a hurry that she didn't close the door completely. I looked in and saw her sitting on the toilet. He leggings and thong were down at her ankles and she was leaning back. Her eyes were closed as she was rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples. "Fuck me Simon. Fuck me hard." she muttered. "If she wants it she'll get it." I thought. I closed the door and stopped time. I took a deep breath, this will require planning and care. I looked to make sure no one was close and then stripped. I opened the bathroom door and saw Brandi with her mouth opened reaching for the closed door. I sucked some on her tits. I smiled as I hefted their natural weight. I pinched both nipples and stretched them out. They remained comically distended. They had stayed were I left them. I smiled, I am not sure if it would ever get old. I slid my dick into her and started pumping away. Her pussy wasn't as tight with the stopped time. I started time up and gave a deep thrust in. Brandi's eyes went wide as her tits snapped and jiggled back into place and bounced. She looked in my eyes then down at our joined genitals. I stopped time again. I left the bathroom and closed the door. "She's okay." I called out and stopped time again. I opened the door and slid my dick back into her. I started fucking her hard until I was about to cum and then I started time again. She looked at me in shock as I blew my load deep into her. Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me in as I started to cum. I knew I had only a second, maybe two to get back into position before anyone noticed. I doubted I would have had that if I didn't have a reputation for being slow. I stopped time again. I went into the hallway and closed the bathroom door. I looked around to make sure no one had come. I put on my clothes and restarted time. "She's okay. Just some cramps. She said that she would be okay." "Ohhhh." I heard the moan come from the bathroom. I smiled. I figured she would be feeling me fucking her for at least five minutes. I walked back to the dining room. Pastor Kopernick said, "We're going to let Brandi stay here tonight. I know you and my daughter have been sharing a bed and that nothing has happened. With your legal problems, you can't afford to have even the hint of scandal." "Fuck!! That is good!" came a scream from the bathroom. Everyone turned to look and I decided to stop time. I got up from the table and gave Mary Jo a kiss on the lips. I realized it was the first time I had actually kissed her. I ran to the bathroom. I stripped down and opened the door. Brandi was still on the toilet. She had three fingers buried in her twat. I knew that everyone would be turning back around quickly in the dining room so what ever I did to screw with Brandi had to be quick. Her eyes were shut and I pulled them open. I sucked on her breast. I loved the way her hard nipple felt in my mouth. I decided that I would kiss her. I separated her lips and opened her jaw. I drove my tongue into her oddly lifeless mouth and took her face in both of my hands. I started time for an instant and then stopped it. In that heartbeat, I saw her staring into my eyes and watched them soften into love. I felt the heat of her mouth and the softness of her lips as she came alive. I wanted to continue. It was so much better than the plastic feeling her her being stuck in time. I could smell her excitement. Her mouth had the coppery taste of adrenaline and an odd taste that I assume was my cum from earlier. I stopped time and backed away. Her hand had started to move to embrace me, her tongue was had started to move to embrace mine. I held her close and explored here mouth with my tongue. It was inert and lifeless. The smell and the taste had gone. I held her body close to mine and squeezed her ass. It was like making out with a mannequin. After a minute I decided to let her go. I got dressed and headed back into position. No one had turned enough to look at me. I gave Mary Jo another kiss and started time up. The pastor continued. "That is why I am going to ask you to stay in the guest room tonight and for Mary Jo to remain in hers. Brandi can sleep on the sofa." Mary Jo licked her her lips and then smiled at me. "I'll miss you tonight. I wouldn't have believed it but I sleep so much better with you near." Brandi screamed out again in pleasure and then it trailed off. This time I was actually worried about her. I got up from the table and knocked on the bathroom door. When there was no answer, I opened it up and saw her passed on the toilet with a huge grin on her face. She was naked from the waist down. I tried to get her dressed again but I wasn't strong enough to move her limbs around. I sped my self up in time and suddenly she was lighter and I could move her with ease. I knew I had to be careful not to hurt her. I managed to get her wrangled back into her pants and called for Mary Jo's dad. The two of us helped her to the couch. All the while she was murmuring, "I love you Simon." Mary Jo was fuming at her. Mrs. Kopernick covered her with a quilt and Mary Jo and I went upstairs. The two of us sat lay in her bed, each reading a book. I was enthralled with the scent of her hair and the way her hips and shoulders felt next to mine. I was still moving through time faster than people normally do. It looked like I was flipping through a book like I wasn't reading it, but it was just a combination of the speed reading techniques I learned when everyone thought that I was retarded and running at a faster than normal speed. Mary Jo turned to me and asked, "So you can't concentrate either?" "I don't know." "I will really miss sleeping next to you. These past few days have been eye opening. I need love and physical affection." She paused then asked, "She was playing with herself, wasn't she?" "Yeah." I said quietly, nodding. "Is sex really that great? That you just pass out and collapse." "It can be." I said. "I want that. I want you to be my first. My birthday is coming up in a few days. I know I convince my mother. May father might be different." "I would love to be your first. You don't mind that I have experience?" "Well a little bit, but with how attached Brandi seems to be to you, I'm sure it would be worth sharing." I took a hold of her hand and she squeezed mine. I stared up at the ceiling and wondered just what I needed to do to get into Mary Jo's pants. Pastor Kopernick came in and told me to head off the the guest room. As I got up I gave Mary Jo a long kiss on the lips. Her dad had a fixed hard look on his face. I walked to the guest room and I had a thought. Maybe if I could convince her father that having sex was a good thing to do then maybe he would allow it. I stopped time and gently rubbed the pastor's crotch, hoping it would get him aroused. Then to move off for the second part of the plan. I moved into the master bedroom and found Mrs Kopernick. She was lying in bed wearing a flannel nightgown. I had never really considered her as a sexual being before. She was the pastor's wife, Sunday school teacher, always prim and beyond reproach. Now I saw her as a 40 year old version of my fantasy girl Mary Jo. She had the same large breasts as her daughter. I unbuttoned the front of her nightgown and took them out. They were large and soft with dark nipples. I couldn't help myself. I started to suck on them. They felt so good in my mouth. I wish they were able to respond to it. I imagined Mary Jo's breasts being the same. I covered her back up but left the nightgown unbuttoned. I then slid the back of her nightgown up. I thought about taking her panties off but I wondered if she would notice them missing and wonder how it happened. I decided to just give her pussy a nice rub and hope for the best. I left the back of her nightgown up but covered her with the blanket. Back in the hallway I grabbed Pastor Kopernick's crotch. It felt weird to grab another guy but I figured if him getting lucky was my best chance of getting lucky. "I hope you get lucky tonight." I told the frozen man. I got into bed and started time back up. I listened carefully to the footsteps as Pastor Kopernick walked to the bedroom. I heard some soft moaning. I wasn't sure what was going on. I stopped time again and snuck into the master bedroom. I chuckled to myself that I was tiptoeing even though no one could possibly hear me. Inside the bedroom I saw the two of them spooned together. I decided to throw caution to the wind. I lifted up the sheets and took off Pastor and Mrs Kopernick's underwear. Both of them were naked from the waist down. I could see that he had a little bit of a boner going. I gritted my teeth and gave him a couple of strokes. I then took off her panties and noticed that they were damp. I slid a finger into her pussy. It was like a swamp. I knew she would be getting off. Hopefully he would too. I held their underwear in my hand and wondered what to do with it. At first I threw it on the floor. Then I thought a bit and hung it from the ceiling fan. I knew if Mary Jo saw it that they would have trouble explaining it. A smile crept across my face.. I covered them back up with the sheet hoping it would help hide the fact that they had been manipulated and make each think the other responsible. I lay in bed and took a couple of deep breaths and said a prayer that my plan would work and then let my plan take effect. Soon I heard a soft creaking sound coming down the hall, accompanied by soft sighing. The creaking speed up and grew louder. It reached a soft crescendo and then there was a stifled moan. I smiled. After a week of that I could be fucking Mary Jo on the kitchen table and no one would care. I smiled and started to drift off to sleep when I heard my door open. I looked and saw a figure in a nightgown in the doorway. She walked in and around to the far side of the bed away from the door. She lifted the blankets and climbed in next to me. I knew it was Mary Jo by her smell and the feeling of her breasts against my back. "They never do that in the middle of the week. Only Saturday nights and only very late." She cuddled up to my back. It felt so good as she held me. I was asleep almost instantly. Sometime later, I am not sure how long, I was awakened by someone else climbing into bed with me. Mary Jo pulled back her arm and did her best to hide behind me. My new bedmate was Brandi. She cuddled back against me she pulled my arm over her and held it in place like it was a seatbelt. My arm rested on her belly. Her hair smelled like dried sweat and sex. "Are you awake?" She asked. I decided to remain silent. "Bro, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I knew Tiffani was trying to screw up your life. I didn't really want to help her but you know she is my mom. I'm sorry I hurt you. I know that you will never believe it but I do love you." She was silent for a bit. "I'm sorry about what happened at dinner. I don't know what came over me. It felt like someone was playing with my tits and rubbing my pussy. I know it's no excuse. Thank you for closing the door to keep other people from seeing me." Her voice was soft and trailing off. "It's so strange. I thought you were fucking me. It was so nice. I want to do it again some time if you don't mind." A moment later she was snoring and I felt a soft sobbing against my shoulder. Mary Jo held me close and whispered, "I love you too." The three of us fell asleep together. My last thoughts before I slipped away was, "What happens in the morning?" It felt so good to be cuddled up between them that I didn't care. Retard Pt. 04 When Mrs. Kopernick came in to wake me in the morning I was alone in bed. It felt empty without her daughter Mary Jo beside me but I knew it was for the best. I was their house guest under difficult circumstances. I didn't want to have any trouble. I noticed though that a couple of buttons of Mrs. Kopernick's gown were undone and she had a big smile on her face. She and Pastor Kopernick must have done the deed last night, and it must have been good. I got dressed and headed downstairs. When I got to the kitchen I was surprised to see Brandi helping Mrs. Kopernick out. I had never seen Brandi do housework before. Brandi and her mom had lived with my brother and me for several years. I was kicked out of the house the day I turned 18 and ended up staying with our pastor and his family. Brandi was kicked out a few days later. Brandi was wearing the same shabby yoga pants and tank top that she had arrived in yesterday. She had found the time to shower though and wash her hair. She had never really cared about her appearance and this may have been the first time I had ever seen her help out with housework. She took after her mom like that. Her mother lived with my brother and did exactly jack shit. Brandi was setting the table but instead of setting places evenly around the table she set two on one side and three on the other. I ended up sitting between the two young women. Pastor and Mrs. Kopernick sat opposite of us. Breakfast was awkward. Both Mary Jo and Brandi were looking at me but trying to avoid the gaze of the other. Mary Jo would look at me then when Brandi looked she would look away and vice versa. As breakfast wound down Mary Jo and I got ready for school while Brandi helped with the dishes. It was so out of character to see her doing dishes, but I considered it an improvement. I wonder if she was actually turning her life around. Mary Jo and I say next to each other on the bus holding hands. I was astonished at how much adjusting the time flow could make life more bearable. Speeding up time, the slow plodding of the school bus felt like a roller coaster and we were at school before I noticed. I kissed Mary Jo goodbye and headed off to my day of remedial classes while she went off to her honors classes. I was smiling as I realized gym was first. So many wonderful options. A quick hop into the bathroom and a time stop later and I was walking into the girls locker room. I was pleased by the flesh on display. So many attractive girls just standing around in their bras and panties. I looked around for Cassie who had been so proudly flaunting the previous day. I figured I had already fucked her once so there would be little harm in doing her again. I didn't see her right away so I took a peek in the stalls. She wasn't using the toilet. It looked like she was hiding. I crawled under the stall door to look at her. She was wearing a plain bra and panties surprisingly not fancy. I figured she would be the type to go without underwear rather than wear something that plain. I looked at her. I pulled her bra aside and saw her magnificent fake tits. I slid her panties down a bit and saw light stubble. Yesterday it had been baby smooth. Yesterday she had been stark naked in front of everyone, now she was cowering. I felt like shit. She had been so brazen and now was cowering. I brushed her hair back and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead and said, "I'm sorry." I had fucked her with time stopped and she ended up orgasming five minutes later in front of everyone, giving the whole class a sex show. She lost her boyfriend and was now a pariah. I climbed back under the stall and looked at girls. "Fuck it." I said. I was in control and I could do what I wanted. All of these beautiful young things were at my command. I could do what I want. I knew there would never be any repercussions for me. I wandered around inspecting them. The girls were all so attractive and so different. I saw pubes poking around some of the panties and other girls had the panties pulled right up into their creases with shaved lips poking around on either side. I walked through the room copping the occasional feel. When I encountered a particularly luscious set of tits, I stared at them, kissed them and caressed them. It was dull and flat though. I wanted to experience it in real time. I gently caressed a few of the young ladies and wandered off. I entered the gym, started time and waited for everyone to enter. No one seemed to notice that I was the first one in the room. I realized that at some point I would have to be changing with everyone else again or they might notice. We stood around waiting for Ms Roberts to come in. There was some chatting, and I noticed Cassie standing off by herself. I walked up to her and said, "I'm sorry about what happened yesterday." She looked at me and smiled and said, "You retards really are sweet aren't you?" I choked down the bile, smiled and walked away. I suddenly felt less bad about what I had done to her. Perhaps she had deserved it. Ms Roberts walked in and I made my way to the back of the group. I was going to stop time and then have some real fun. I knew there was a chance that Ms Roberts would see me change position but I hoped that she would miss it in the chaos that was to come. When we were all lined up, I stopped time. I went methodically through the group and lifted all of the girls shirts and bras. Then I pulled down everyone pants. Guys and girls were all bare crotched. I giggle slightly as I did it. The chaos would be almost as much fun as the live naked women. I saved Ms Roberts for last. I really wanted to experience what she was like. I lifted her top and was greeted with a set of medium sized tits. They were probably around C cup but on her stocky frame they looked smaller. I noticed that her armpits weren't shaved and everyone knew that she didn't shave her legs. What really shocked me was when I took down her shorts and panties was that her pussy was completely shaved. It was bare and baby smooth. I wondered if she shaved daily or event went as far as electrolysis. The funny thing was that as soon as I looked away from her crotch she was as hairy as a wookie. I figured it must be for easy oral access. I wasn't content to just strip her down. I took her clothes and tossed them to the far corners of the gym. Gymnasium does come from the greek for naked so I figured it was only appropriate. I knew it was wrong but I was feeling horny looking at all the naked people around me. I gave my dick a couple of strokes to get it nice and hard. Ms Roberts seemed to be the obvious choice. She was a teacher after all. I bent her around a bit and pushed my cock into her. She was incredibly tight. I wondered if I was her first real penis. I guessed from her shaved crotch that she must have had more than her fair share of tongues caressing her crease but could I be the first man to test the waters. I grabbed her tits and used them for leverage. My hands easily deformed them as I pulled her close to me. The problem with time stopped sex is that the women just get progressively looser. Their pussies don't clench down and caress your rod. Fortunately Ms Roberts had started out so tight that I was able to finish. I blew my load into her. I walked to back and looked at Cassie. She was so beat down from yesterday I felt bad. Then again she had called me a retard. I almost dressed her but decided that everyone had seen her yesterday so there was no reason to not cover her back up. The chaos was incredible. A lot of the guys and a few of the girls just looked around the room and stared. Everyone else started to pull their clothes into the proper position. Ms Roberts was incredibly nonchalant. She looked around for her clothes but continued with the morning announcements as if nothing happened. Most guys were looking at the girls, especially the ones who where too busy looking at the guys to cover themselves up. Normally I wouldn't have cared about the announcements but she mentioned that after school there would be baseball tryouts. I hadn't seriously played since my accident and I really wanted to get back into the swing of things. I had loved baseball but couldn't play before being slowed down in time. I had been a terrible player after my accident. I couldn't hit anything, I couldn't catch the ball, it was always ahead of me. This year was my chance. When the announcement finished Ms Roberts cleared her throat a couple of times before everyone took the hint and covered up. She then walked calmly back to her office as my cum dribbled down her leg. She was back in almost no time wearing a spare set of workout clothes. The rest of class was a travesty. I was too excited about the prospect of playing baseball again and everyone else was still distracted by the unexpected nudity. Guys would miss passes anytime one of girls were in view, the girls just huddled up and giggled. Ms Roberts was the worst of the bunch. She orgasmed right after she got dressed and a large wet spot formed in front of her shorts and liquid ran down her legs. Her face was pale and sweaty but somehow she managed not to say anything. She stood stoically and shuddered every couple of minutes with what I assumed were follow on orgasms. She eventually gave up and sent us to the lockers early. As everyone was going back to the lockers to change I saw Cassie staring at me. I shrugged it off and went with everyone to change. The locker room was full of conversations about the various girls and what they looked like naked. Who everyone wanted to see again. There was no mention of Cassie not being naked and a lot of discussion over how Ms Roberts had a completely smooth pussy. "She's a rug muncher." One of the guys opined. "She keeps it shaved so her partner doesn't get a mouth full of hair." "That's why I shave my crotch. My girlfriend said that the hairs tickled her nose too much." Everyone in the room laughed. An odd thing happened as we filed out of the locker room. The Li twins, Amy and Betty walked over to Melvin and each one took one of his arms. Melvin was short and fat, with glasses and acne. They were smoking hot with long dark hair and curvy bodies. Either one of them was way out of his league and the two of them together with him would be inconceivable, but because of my stunt they found out something that us guys had known for a while. Melvin was hung like horse. I actually felt good for pantsing Melvin. I caught up to Mary Jo at lunch. The two of us sat together off to the side of the cafeteria. "I heard first period gym was exciting today." She said looking down at her food. "Yeah, they announced baseball tryouts are going to be this afternoon." I said pretending not to know what she was talking about. "That's not what I meant. I heard there was an orgy." "There was no sex. There was a sort of spontaneous mass wardrobe malfunction. A bunch of people ended up naked and then they quickly covered themselves." "Were you naked?" I took a bite of food and hung my head. I didn't want to lie but I didn't want her to put together I was the only one not naked. "I would have liked to have seen it. I really would have wanted to see you naked." I smiled and said, "Well there are times that I am naked." "Like when?" "I do take showers you know." Mary Jo smiled and I smiled back. We sat and ate lunch just smiling at each other. I imagined her walking in on me when I was showering. I also considered walking in on her. I knew I could do it with time stopped and she would never know, but I wanted her to know. I wanted her to want it. The rest of the school day passed without incident. My course load was set up for someone who was running significantly slower than normal. I could run through time slowly and not really miss a thing. I wondered how I would do in honors classes if I were running at full speed. I didn't really care though. Graduating was graduating. It was not like a college would accept me or that I would be able to afford it. Then again with my new found power I wouldn't need college. I could get what I wanted through athletics, or even theft. I was distracted by the thoughts of trying out for the baseball team. I missed playing. I watched it all I could on tv and had played it before my accident. Afterwards, I was comically bad. I knew now I had my chance. As the final bell of the day rang I told Mary Jo that I wanted to try out for baseball. She smiled, in a winsome sort of way and called her mother to tell her we were going to be taking the late bus. The tryouts were going to be outside and it was mighty cold. Everyone laughed at me as I came out of the locker room. Mary Jo was sitting bundled up tight on the bleachers clapping for me. I sped myself up in time. The coaches had us run around the track a few times as a warm up. I did what felt like a slow jog that I normally did to keep up with people who were walking, but I was leading the pack of people trying to get caught up. After that came fielding practice. There were 10 of us at a time spread across the outfield. One of the coaches was dinging fly balls to us randomly. I caught anything that I didn't have to run by anyone to catch, and was sure to shout out "I've got it." It was something that had been drilled into my head as a kid. There were fewer things in baseball more embarrassing or disastrous as a collision of two outfielders. Finally they tested us on batting. Half of us lined up to face the pitching machine. We swung until we missed then went to the outfield to field and who ever we replaced came in line to bat. The idea was that everyone would get to go through three or four times. Scott as the captain last year was up first. Since I was a total unknown I would be last. I watched the ball flying towards him. I stopped time when he was mid swing. I thought about moving the ball but I wasn't sure how inertia played when I moved things with stopped time. If I moved the ball would It keep going or would it just fall? I didn't know and didn't want to risk it. I simply pushed Scott's bat down a little. If he noticed and could correct he might pop out. He was good but not quite good enough. It was a mighty swing and a miss and he cursed as he ran into the outfield. I kept grabbing flies as they came to me. I wasn't trying to be spectacular, just competent. Slowly we worked through the batting order. Everyone else got at least two hits. Finally it was my turn. The balls flew toward me at an impossibly slow speed. I swung the bat slowly and the ball went flying past the fence. I slowed myself down a bit and the balls were consistently landing in the outfield. I was happy with the results and it felt like I had hit a hundred of them when the coaches shut down the machine and sent us off to the late buses. Mary Jo and I went back. I had a smile on my lips. I knew I was on the team. Mary Jo walked beside me holding my hand. I was smiling the whole way. As we were about to get on the bus, Scott stopped us. He was furious. "What the fuck retard! A decade of nothing but drooling on yourself and now you are A-rod?" I shrugged. There was nothing I wanted to say to make anything better. I did slow down time a bit. I knew he was going to swing at me and so I wanted to be ready for it. I didn't want to get decked again. It hurt too much. At the same time I didn't want to beat the hell out of him without trying. I wanted something just slightly unfair in my favor. "Don't give me that shit! There has been something going on and you are in the middle of it." I didn't say anything. I was tempted to smile and wink but I thought that would be too much. I didn't nothing. I stared impassively. He swung. I stared at the fist coming at me. It was almost comically slow. I thought about blocking. It thought about tossing him. I ended up just standing there and taking it. In physics that teach that kinetic energy is mass time velocity squared and that velocity is distance divided by time. With the way that time was moving for me, the time of his hit was spread out over several seconds. Spread out across that much time the amount of energy was almost trivial. It felt like he was giving me a light push. From the way he held his hand afterwards hitting me must have felt like hitting a brick wall. I shook my head and walked away. Mary Jo cuddled up to my arm and we walked off. The late bus was full of chatter about the baseball practice. Most of the bus was guys who had been trying out for the team. Everyone kept asking me how I did it. Most of them had never seen me beyond sitting in the stands and watching the games. I didn't have a good answer so I just shrugged. The guys were talking about how we were going to win every game of the season. I wondered if I played just a little too well. I was going to have to be a bit more careful in the future. The biggest surprise of the day came when we got home. Brandi was wearing one of Mrs Kopernick's outfits. It was a wool skirt that came down to mid-calf and a sweater. Her breasts were pushing against it but most of her curves were covered. She looked completely prim and proper, like the wife of a pastor or a 50's housewife. Just as shocking was that she was helping to serve dinner. We sat around the table in a much less awkward fashion but neither her nor Mary Jo looked at each other. The dinner conversation consisted of Mary Jo describing in detail how skilled I was at baseball, at how I did nothing but hit the ball. She said that I was the fastest person out there and how I made it look effortless. I just kept my head down. I knew I had showboated a bit. Hearing Mary Jo describe it made me realize how much I had stuck out. I kept my head down and resolved to be more discrete, to miss the ball occasionally. The rest of the conversation was Mrs Kopernick talking up Brandi. She raved about how helpful Brandi had been around the house and how she had helped with dinner. It was like the twilight zone. Suddenly Brandi, who had been a self absorbed hedonist, was now a Stepford Wife. She too kept her head down and was blushing furiously at the praise. Brandi cleared the table as Mary Jo and I did homework. When bedtime came Mary Jo and I climbed into bed together. I was laying on my back staring up at the ceiling. She was wearing a demure nightgown and I was in pajamas. She whispered in my ear, "My birthday is Saturday. I'll be legal, and I am ready." I kissed her on the forehead and wondered how I could wait that long. Mary Jo had her thigh resting on mine and a hand on my chest. She nuzzled my ear. We didn't have a chance to fall asleep when Brandi joined us. Brandi lay on the other side in a mirror position. "I'm not supposed to be here but I sleep so much better with you." She wasn't resting her hand on my chest but over my clothed crotch. "Brandi." I said swallowing with a dry mouth. "Can you help us. Mary Jo and I want some alone time on Saturday." There was a long pause. "I can do that." Mary Jo squeezed me. As I was falling asleep I thought I felt a tear on my cheek.