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Adventures with Leslie Ch. 01

By: icumonyourshoes



** Note: This series Adventures with Leslie is a sequel to the series Things to Do with My Slut (aka Adventures with Emma). For any reference on the characters please see the original series. Thanks. **

Chapter 01 -- Game On

It had been 3 full weeks since I had seen or heard from Emma, Vivian or Penny. I was beginning to wonder if the game was truly over. I did not want to press the issue but I was beginning to worry. I pressed through the days that passed in a fog, wondering what, if anything would happen next.

That all changed on that Friday morning. I was headed to work when my cell phone rang. I was delighted to see Emma's office number in the caller id.

"Long time no speak," I answered.

"We are having a lunch meeting you need to come to," Emma informed me.

"Sounds like you are back to being in charge," I observed.

"A great leader sees it through until the end," she replied, "and does not desert those that followed with heart and character."

"That's very poetic," I admitted. "What does it mean?"

"I will see you at noon," she said as she hung up the phone.

I was puzzled. It was a very poetic but cryptic message. What was going on now? I was not sure I could take anything more than putting the game back to normal. I was curious to find out what was going on though. Noon could not get here fast enough.

I breezed through the morning and left my office in plenty of time to make to Emma's place of business by noon. I entered the suite to see Emma, Vivian and Penny all in the conference room sitting at the table. I proceeded directly there and took a seat at the far end of the table.

"Good, now that we are all together we can start," Emma announced.

"Start what," Vivian questioned.

"Today, you all are going to decide the fate of the game," Emma revealed.

"I told you," I said, staring directly at Penny.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, stud," Emma corrected me. "You are all gonna vote, after I say what I need to."

"Well, don't keep us in suspense," I encouraged her.

"This has been a great game," she began. "But I no longer have what it takes to lead you in it."

"Don't be silly," Penny interrupted her. "No one can run the game or take care of us like you Em. And we don't want to play for anyone else."

"Thanks Penny," Emma continued. "But I don't think you get it. I don't have the energy or desire inside me to play anymore. Sienna's little coup did a number on me emotionally and I need to focus more on my kids. Their protection is my foremost priority and my running this game compromises that. I care for you all a great deal in different ways, but my kids come first. I need to be a better mother, so I am out of the game."

"I understand and I respect your choice," I said. "But then how do we continue?"

"Well, that is what we need to vote on," she clarified. "My new business partner has also agreed to consider taking over the game. She's someone I trust completely and she will do right by all of you. I believe you will all enjoy the game as much with her as you did with me. She is creative, inventive, playful and very attractive."

"Sis, who is it," Vivian asked.

"You have to vote first," Emma explained. "If you want to play, say yes, if not say no. But you do not get to meet her until after the vote."

"That's a tough spot to put us in," I expressed.

"It's really not," Emma countered. "So, is it time to vote? If we have a unanimous vote to play, then the game continues and if we have a split vote, the game's over."

"What about Nikki's vote," Penny asked.

"Ah, yes, Nikki," Emma sighed. "I should have covered that first. Thanks for reminding me. Nikki and I talked for several hours this morning. She, too, is leaving the game. She is doing so with my blessing, so there is to be no resentment or anger towards her. She is in love and wants to focus on her relationship."

"Who's the lucky guy," Vivian wondered aloud.

"Her name is Monica," I revealed. "Isn't it?"

"That's right," Emma confirmed. "Good pickup."

"It wasn't hard to tell," I admitted. "Plus, I had a long drive home to rewind it and really digest it. Good for Nikki. Send her my best wishes when you talk to her again."

"I will," Emma said softly, smiling at me from the other end of the table. It was a wonderful smile that seemed to say something, but I was not sure what.

"Now we should vote," Emma continued. "Penny, do you want to continue playing the game?"

"Yes," Penny said smiling.

"Viv, what about you," Emma proceeded.

"Of course," Vivian confirmed.

"So it's all up to you, stud," Emma acknowledged. "What's it gonna be?"

"I do not want to disappoint these two lovely women," I gushed. "Let's play."

"Of course," Emma said. "Tomorrow morning, 9am. You will all come here and meet my new partner. Then, she gets to vote. If she likes what she sees, game on. If not, well, then game over. I would suggest that you all dress to impress."

"That's fucked up," Penny laughed.

"I know," Emma acknowledged. "That's why you love the game. Now everyone out."

I stood and exited the conference room, heading back to work for the remainder of the day. I wondered what Emma's new partner would be like. Emma was a force, a presence that made the game stable. This was going to be interesting.

I woke early the next morning and took a long shower, trying to run cleaver things to say through my head. I shaved and dressed in my best suit, trying my best no to disappoint. I again left in plenty of time to make it to Emma's office by 9am.

When I arrived I found the suite locked, as I expected since it was a Saturday. I rang the buzzer and waited for the door to buzz and allowed me to enter. It was taking quite longer than usual. After a few moments I thought about hitting the buzzer again, but the door opened.

There stood Penny, looking great. She had on an olive jacket and matching skirt that fell just above her knee. She had on a maroon silk blouse to compliment it and olive pumps, about 4 inches. I would have loved to have jumped her right there, but we had a meeting to attend.

"Ready," she asked.

"Sure," I said as I stepped passed her into the suite. She locked her arm with mine and we proceed to the conference room. Emma was sitting at the head of the table as usual. She was wearing her black suit with a white striped blouse. No one else was in the room. Penny and both took seats and waited.

"Where's Vivian," I asked after a few moments.

"Ladies room," Emma replied, shortly.

We sat in silence for a moment or two until Vivian joined us. She walked through the conference room door and looked wonderful. She had on a white halter top and white tennis skirt, with a white thong underneath. She complimented it with short white lace socks and white patent leather peep-toe pumps. She looked hot. I was getting very aroused by the gorgeous women around me.

"Time to begin," Emma declared as Vivian seated herself.

Emma then picked up the phone on the table.

"You may join us now," Emma said into the receiver.

She replaced the receiver and we waited only a short moment until we were joined by a tall woman with jet black hair. She had on a teal jacket and skirt offset by a pink blouse and teal pumps. Her skin was tan and her hair was mid-length and wavy. She was very attractive as Emma had said.

I looked to Vivian, who had a look of complete surprise on her face. I turned to Penny next, but she was checking out the new lady in the room. Emma then stood as the new woman walked to her side and stopped.

"This is Leslie Adams," Emma announced to us all. "Leslie was my college roommate and is my best friend. She is also my new business partner."

"Oh, this is gonna be fun," Vivian giggled.

I simply nodded as Penny said nothing. Our silence seemed to make Emma a little nervous.

"Leslie is a great attorney and one of th-," Emma continued but was cut off.

"Stop," Leslie ordered. "Have a seat, Em."

Her voice was clear and concise. We all stared at her waiting for the next words.

"So, you were the players in Emma's great game," she continued. "Well, she has entrusted the game to me if I want it. So I need to decide."

She seemed to stare straight through me.

"I love what I see from these two ladies," she announced, pointing to Vivian and Penny. "Vivian I have known for a long time and Emma has told me nothing but good things about Penny. So I am fine with them."

Penny and Vivian both smiled at the compliment.

"You are the only sticking point," she furthered, now pointing at me.

I knew Vivian and Penny wanted the game to continue, as did I. I did my best to be 100% accommodating.

"What can I do to help you resolve that," I asked.

"I need to interview you personally tonight," she said. "At my house at 10pm."

"Done," I confirmed.

"We will all regroup tomorrow morning at 8am," she announced. "Minus Emma."

Emma looked up at her from her chair with a look of confusion.

"Sorry, Em," Leslie patronized before turning harsh. "I know you are having a crisis of emotional proportions, so we won't need you around tomorrow. You may come back into play later in the game in a small role if I need you, otherwise I will take it from here. I will interview him tonight and announce my decision tomorrow. If I decide no, it will be a short meeting. If I decide yes, I will lay out the new rules. You are all dismissed."

As I stood up, Leslie reached across the table and handed me a folded piece of paper. She then walked out of the room as I opened the paper. Her address was written down on the paper to ensure that I knew where I was going this evening. I put the paper in my pocket and left the conference room.

Vivian caught me on my way out of the suite.

"Leslie is the perfect person to run this game," she explained as I walked towards the door of the suite. "Emma and her have been friends for years. She's practically like family."

"Then I will do my best to impress her later," I replied. I smiled at Vivian and left the suite.

I wasted the hours of the day running errands and catching up with friends. I did some grocery shopping and even caught a nap. I felt great and knew I was going to be on my game when the time rolled around for me to leave for Leslie's. I freshened up and headed over to her place, having discarded my suit and now wearing jeans and golf shirt.

I pulled into her driveway and marched right up to the front door with little care in the world. I was surprised when a young girl of only 17 or 18 answered the door. She was beautiful, with blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. She had a great figure, very thin with small tits but perfect curves. I was taken back by her appearance.

"Can I help you," she asked.

"Yes," I stuttered, "I'm here to see Leslie Adams."

"Ok, come in," she said. "I'm Mindy, her niece. Hang on a minute and I will get her for you."

"Thanks," I replied.

I watched her disappear up the stair. Her tight little ass was enough to start getting me aroused. I waited only a moment before Leslie descended and greeted me.

"You're on time," she pointed out. "That's a good first impression."

Leslie was wearing tight jeans and a thin white tank top now, her feet were bare. Following her into the kitchen I could see where Mindy got her curves from. Leslie's body was awesome. Her hair fell slightly past her shoulders and bounced with life as she walked. Her ass was full and firm in her jeans. I was now more than somewhat aroused.

"Can I get you a drink," she asked.

"A beer would be great," I replied.

She reached in the fridge and pulled out a bottled beer and handed it to me. She then walked to the far counter and poured herself a glass of red wine. She proceeded into the dining room and I followed diligently. We sat at the dining room table and she noticed my growing bulge.

"You should calm down," she remarked. "You won't be needing that tonight."

"Ok, but you can't blame me," I replied.

"Oh, I don't blame you," she confirmed. "I'm fucking hot. But you will have to wait to find that out."

"As you wish," I said playfully.

"So, let's start the interview," she continued. "And be honest, it makes things so much simpler."

"You got it," I agreed.

"First question," she scowled, "how exactly do you feel about Vivian and Penny?"

"That is a tough first question," I admitted. "I feel loyal to Penny because she has a good soul. I feel protective of Vivian because she cares for me so much. Plus they are both hot as hell."

"Ok, well done," she gleamed. "Who do you enjoy fucking more?"

"That's not a fair question," I responded.

"I know," she acknowledged, "but answer it anyway."

"Ok, I love fucking them both," I disclosed, "but I cum harder with Penny."

"Well played," she praised. "Why do you like the game?"

"Aside from the obvious," I queried.

"What's the obvious," she retorted.

"The obvious is getting to fuck some extremely attractive women," I confirmed. "Other than that, the game keeps me guessing. It's like an ever evolving novel, one twist after another."

I sipped my beer waiting for her response.

"Fair enough," she replied. "Emma's told me a lot about you. What's been your best experience in the game so far?"

"That's another tough one," I maintained. "The Christmas present Emma gave me was amazing, though she and I did play one fantastic game of cards once."

"Interesting," she conveyed. "Ok you have my attention. Tell me why I should continue the game."

She sipped her wine as she waited for my response.

"This game is worth continuing," I began, "for a lot of reasons. The least of which is the physical pleasure. But you, as the director of the game, get to preside over the on goings of several people. You get to give and take as you please. But you also have the responsibility of protecting them. That is not a position an ordinary woman would chose. I sense that you are much more than ordinary, as is Emma."

She sipped her wine again as she digested my answer. I was waiting eagerly for some kind of response to what I had just said. Finally, after what felt like a month's time but was only a few moments, she got around to responding.

"I can't decide if that is brilliant or a crock of shit," she said.

I was surprised by that response. I was unsure of who this woman really was.

"You don't know me," she continued. "How can you be sure you want me in charge so unilaterally?"

I had that answer ready to go. This was one of the questions I thought she might actually ask. Actually it was the only question I anticipated.

"I only knew Emma for a short time when I first committed to the game," I informed her. "As I grew to know her, I also grew to trust her. If she says you are the one to lead us forward, I am ok with it."

She glared at me for a long minute as she finished her glass of wine.

"Ok, thanks," she said. "You can go now."

I stood and extended my hand to shake hers but she did not move.

"I will see you in the morning," I stated as I turned to leave.

She still had not moved, so I proceeded to the door and let myself out. I climbed into my car and backed out of her driveway. I proceeded away from her house and was headed home. I was only in the car for a few minutes when my cell rang.

"Hello," I answered.

"It's Leslie," she announced.

"What can I do for you," I submitted.

"I have a few more questions for you," she revealed.

"Ok, go ahead," I urged.

"No, turn around and come back," she instructed. "I want to ask you face to face."

"Ok, I will be back shortly," I indicated.

I pulled off into the first driveway I saw and turned my car around. I headed back to Leslie's house. I pulled back into the driveway and headed back to the front door. I rang the bell and Mindy answered again.

"You again," she giggled.

"I was called back," I admitted sheepishly.

"Aunt Leslie is waiting for you," she said as I entered.

I followed Mindy into the living room. Leslie was sitting in an armchair drinking another glass of wine. Mindy strolled over and sat down on the couch, turning her attention to the television. Leslie indicated I should sit in the unoccupied armchair next to hers. I sat and wait but she took several moments before speaking. My eyes shifted from her to Mindy back to her out of natural curiosity.

"Ok," she began, "what about the players?"

"What about them," I countered. "Should we be discussing with your niece present?"

"She's a big girl and I don't hide things from her," Leslie divulged. "About the players, do you think it should only be you, Penny, Vivian and me?"

"I don't presume to think about that," I stated confidently. "If you run the game, it's your game. It really doesn't matter what I think if I believe in you and your leadership and want to continue to play. It goes back to trust."

"I see," she agreed. "Emma and I agreed you would remain the only male in the game. I have to make a decision here. I have one last question. What wouldn't you do in the game?"

"Wow, you don't get it," I admonished her. I shook my head and glanced over at Mindy, then turned back to Leslie. "If you continue this game, we are going to trust you to lead us. Don't abuse that trust and the game will remain fun for everyone. Do you trust yourself to uphold the responsibility that game brings in reference to the rest of us? Can you live up to the standard Emma set?"

"I am the interviewer here," she scolded me. I lowered my head and again glanced at Mindy over on the couch. Leslie took notice of it this time. "Are you checking out my niece?"

"No, I am just not sure she should be here while we discuss this," I reiterated.

"Are you saying my niece isn't hot enough for you to check out," she growled at me.

"Not at all," I replied.

"Get out," she finally yelled.

I said nothing. I simply stood and headed for the door. I let myself out and headed for my car. As I was opening the driver's side door, I heard my cell phone ring in my pocket. I answered it quickly.

"Hello," I muttered.

"If I said come back inside right now, would you," Leslie asked me.

"It's your game Leslie," I confirmed for her.

"You mean you will do whatever I say," she asked. "Anything I request is mine?"

"Be careful about how you use the power we are willing to give you," I warned her.

"Come inside," she ordered.

I turned around and made my way back to the front door. For the third time that evening Mindy answered the door. She stared at me awkwardly for a moment.

"Aunt Leslie said you should go up to her room," Mindy relayed to me. "Top of the stairs, second door on the left."

I climbed the stairs without a word and found the door to Leslie's bedroom. The door was open so I entered and called for her.

"Leslie, you wanted to see me," I called out as I passed through the doorway.

"Close your eyes," she replied from behind me.

I did as I was told and I heard her close the door behind me. I could hear her bare feet on the wood floor as she moved. I could not see her but I could tell she was standing in front of me.

"You don't know me," she said plainly. "But you need to if I am going to continue this game. You did great on the interview but this is the real test. Don't open your eyes until you are told."

I nodded.

"I am 33 years old," she confessed. "I have no children and have never been married."

I heard her unzip what I could only assume to be her jeans.

"I have been with a lot of men and women," she continued, "and I consider myself very good in bed."

I heard her rustling and moving.

"I have spent countless hours with Emma discussing and learning this game," she went on, her voice now coming from behind me. "This game is a lot of things, but mostly it's complex. If I choose to do this I need to keep it as simple as possible. So we will need to get certain things out of the way."


Adventures with Leslie Ch. 01



I was getting dizzy as her voice continued to move around me. The rustling sounds had now ceased. Her voice now came from in front of me.

"Pass this test and the game is on," she challenged. "Fail and the game is off. When you open your eyes you will see the real me. If you can accept me for who I am then I will accept the responsibility of running this game."

"Who are you," I asked cautiously.

"Open your eyes and find out," she retorted.

I opened my eyes. Leslie stood before me, completely naked. At first glance she was gorgeous. Her body was in magnificent shape and her skin was a lovely shade of tan. Her tits were perfectly proportioned to her frame, a full C cup I was guessing. She was almost breathtaking to view. That was until I saw who she really was.

As my survey of her body continued, I saw her freshly shaved pussy and then her legs. It was impossible not to notice the scars. On the inside of both thighs were several long, thin scars. I was no doctor but they appeared recent, I was guessing sometime in the last 3 months or so. She saw my eyes stop there and the look on my face of confusion.

"The scars were attempt number 3," she revealed. "Attempt 1 was pills. Attempt 2 was asphyxiation. Mindy saved me once and Emma twice. I am a disappointment to everyone who has ever counted on me. This game may not be the best place for me."

There were tears in her eyes. She was as still as a statue as she stared at me. I gently walked over to her and placed my right hand on her cheek. I leaned in and kissed her softly on the mouth.

"Emma knew this game is exactly the best place for you," I whispered. "Let the game save you. It took energy to do these things to yourself; it's time to use that energy more productively and creatively."

"You feel loyal to Penny and protective of Vivian," she recounted from earlier in the evening. "That doesn't leave a lot of room for me, especially if I am in charge."

"You I will work to save," I admitted. "But you have to let me. If you do, my effort will be second to none."

"Make love to me tonight, right now," she said. "Forget the game, what might or might not be. Make me feel safe."

I kissed her on the mouth again, this time with as much passion as I could muster. Every fiber of my being wanted to save her from herself. She showed me a side of herself that would surely have dramatic impact on this game, but she did it without fear or reservation. All that passed through my mind as I kissed her.

I kissed down her neck and held her tight, not wanting to ever let go in that moment. She helped me remove my shirt as I held and kissed her. My hands explored her body and hers hand explored mine as we kissed. She undid my belt and zipper, causing my pants to fall to the floor. I scooped her up and carried her to her bed.

I laid her down on the bed and climbed on top of her. I pressed my body to hers as I continued to kiss her passionately. Our tongues intertwined and our mouths blended as the heat built. Soon my boxers were off and we were thrashing around her bed in a hectic embrace. No words were exchanged.

Finally I found myself on top of her again and she guided my cock to her opening. She was soaked and I entered her easily. I kissed her and ground my hips into hers to push myself further inside her. I pushed in and out of her firmly but with regard to not letting her out of my arms. I kissed her neck and bosom as I continued to push firmly in and out of her honeyspot.

She arched and moaned as she kissed my back with the same fire. I continued grinding into her repeatedly until I saw her eyes roll back and felt her body shutter. I was pleased that I had driven her to climax. I slowed my hips and tried to hold off my own climax, but soon after I exploded inside her. It was amazing filling her with my juice after so much passion had been exchanged. I never wanted it to end, but I knew we needed a breather.

I rolled over and pulled her to me. I held her tightly as she sighed and then smiled. I saw a single tear on her cheek, but was unsure what it was for. I had the full intention of making love to her again, until I heard the alarm clock going off. I am not sure when it registered that I had fallen asleep.

I rolled over to find the alarm, which took a minute in unfamiliar surroundings. The clock showed 7am. I rolled back to find the bed I was in empty except for me and a folded piece of paper on the pillow next to me. I opened it to read the note inside:  Get cleaned up and get to the office. Thanks for last night.

I climbed out of the bed and gathered my cloths. I used Leslie's bathroom to clean myself up, all the while hoping she would emerge from someplace else in the house, but also knowing that she would not. I dressed and headed downstairs towards the front door. As I turned the doorknob to exit the house, I was startled by a voice from the living room.

"Have a good day," Mindy called to me.

"Thanks," I called back, confused.

Mindy then walked from the living to where I was standing. She looked at me and cocked her head to the side.

"Hurt my aunt and I will kill you," Mindy said flatly.

"I don't think you understand this," I reasoned with her.

"I will tonight," she divulged. "Leslie said she would explain it to me tonight. She's fragile and if I don't like what I hear, you can expect to deal with me."

"I think you will get it after you talk to her later," I responded, not sure what Leslie planned on telling her.

I then headed out the door to my car. I saw the time and really needed to get a move on to get to the office by 8am. I drove fast and rush into the office, only a few minutes past 8. All 3 of the women were sitting in the conference room waiting for me. As I entered I was greeted with jeers.

"It's not nice to keep a lady waiting," Penny teased. "Let alone 3."

"Sorry to you all," I apologized generally.

I sat as Leslie stood at the head of the table.

"Let's get started," she said. "I told you ladies that I liked what I saw from you yesterday. That is true; you are both beautiful and vibrant. I think you will make great players in the game Emma has entrusted to me."

"Thank you," Vivian replied proudly. Penny just smiled.

"The only sticking point was him," Leslie continued, pointing to me. I smiled at her but she only scowled at me. "I interviewed him last night as promised. Do you think we should share the details with the girls?"

"I'm ok with whatever you chose to do," I deferred.

"Ok then, last night was revealing," Leslie resumed. "It revealed that he is a pervert. I threw him out of my house for checking out my 18 year old niece. But before I did so, he did answer all my questions honestly, to his credit."

Leslie had bent the story to appear to be tough. That was fine. It was the same thing she did when she dismissed Emma from the equation the previous day. But who was she trying to convince that she was in charge, us or herself?

"Where does that leave us," Penny asked eagerly.

"We are going to play," Leslie announced. "Because he proved to me that this is a game worth playing when he apologized. Good intentions will not be discounted."

"That is so great," Vivian cheered.

"Now for the rules," Leslie continued. "First, I am in charge, so follow my instruction carefully. Penalties will be enforced if you play outside the lines. Second, I will be introducing some new players over time, but he will be the only male. Emma handed that rule down and I agreed to accept it. Third, bonuses will now be given for outstanding merit and effort, but only to you ladies. You can use a bonus to make your own rules for one task of your choosing. Finally, the game ends when I say so or he breaks the rules. If you are all on board, we will begin at the stroke of midnight tonight."

"I'm in," said Penny very quickly.

"Me too," Vivian echoed.

I simply nodded.

"Ok, girls go home and have a great day," Leslie dismissed them. "You stay."

I did not move but smiled at both Penny and Vivian as they proceeded to leave the room. Vivian patted me on the left shoulder as she passed me.

When they were gone Leslie sat down and made some things clear to me.

"Thank you for last night," she said smiling.

"You are more than welcome," I replied.

"Last night is now over," she stated firmly, no longer smiling.

"Your secret is safe with me," I confirmed.

"I know it is," she admitted. "But the game is on and I have responsibilities. The emotions and sentiments are gone and the creativity is about to begin."

"That's a good sign," I revealed. "Mindy seemed very protective of you this morning."

"I will speak to my niece," she insisted. "She is young but understands a lot."

"I am glad you have a good line of communication with her," I stated.

"Go home," she commanded. "The game begins soon. Be ready."

I nodded and stood up. I stared at her for moment across the table. She stared back at me intently and mouthed the words "Thank You." I turned and left the conference room. I exited the suite and headed home.

The game was on again.



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 02



Chapter 02 -- The Prom

The week was flying by and I was feeling good about things. My weekend getting to know Leslie and convincing her to play the game was outstanding. I still think I have more power in this game than even I realize, but only time will truly tell that.

I was on my way home from work on Thursday night, thinking of nothing more than having a beer and watching the ballgame. When I heard my cell phone ringing as I drove, I figured those plans might change

"Hello," I picked up my cell.

"It's Penny," she said on the other end of the line.

"How are you my dear," I asked politely.

"I'm good, but this is not a social call," she informed me.

"It never is," I cemented. "Is everything alright?"

"Oh yes," she confirmed. "I am calling for Leslie. I have your first assignment in the new game."

"I figured," I jeered. "So what are we doing?"

"We aren't doing anything," she replied, sounding disappointed. "You need to get a tuxedo and meet Leslie at her house tomorrow night at 5:30pm sharp."

"Ok, I can handle that," I admitted. "Do you know what my 'assignment' actually is?"

"You will be chaperoning Mindy's high school prom," Penny revealed.

"Just me," I questioned.

"No, Leslie will be with you," she validated.

"Ok, then why didn't she call me herself," I inquired. "Emma always used to call herself."

"She wants to keep you guessing," Penny disclosed.

"Of course she does," I responded. "Well, thank you."

"Anytime, baby," she giggled. "If you do well on this one Leslie promised that the next assignment will be fun for everyone."

Before I could even ask if she knew what that meant, Penny hung up. That was the one part this game that always made me grind my teeth. The hanging up. They had all done it at one point or another. Ugh. So much for watching the ballgame.

I headed to the mall to rent a tux. It was a small chore, more an inconvenience really, but I got it done. I decided to get a hair cut while I was there, so I would look clean cut for Leslie. I finally headed home when all my errands were completed; I even took the time to pick up a corsage for Leslie, just to cover all my bases.

The next day dragged on, work sucked and there wasn't much else happening. Late in the day I changed into my tux in the men's room of our office and then packed up my stuff and headed to Leslie's. I parked in the driveway and headed up to the front door where I was greeted by a young, blonde haired guy also in a tux.

"You must be Miss Adams' date," he said to me, extending his hand.

"Yes, I am," I confirmed for him, shaking his hand. "And who might you be?"

"Oh, I'm Brad, Mindy's date," he divulged. "The ladies are still getting ready and they asked me to wait out here with you."

"It's nice to meet you Brad," I responded to him. "Are you a senior?"

"Yes, sir," he validated. "I'm headed to UCLA next year to play baseball."

"Really, that's great," I said, impressed. Having been a ballplayer myself, Brad's stock just went up. "What position do you play?"

"Third base," he revealed. "Batted .650 this season."

Brad and I talked baseball for the next 20 minutes or so as we waited on our dates. While we were talking, a long, black, stretch limo pulled up in front of Leslie's house. The driver stepped and saw us in our tuxes. He made his way over to where Brad and I were standing on the porch.

"Central High Prom," the driver questioned.

"Yes, sir," Brad answered him.

"Very good," the driver replied. "I'm Carl. I will be your driver for the night."

"Good to meet you Carl," I said, extending my hand to him.

Carl did not say anything as he shook my hand, in which a $50 bill was transferred to him. When the handshake ended Carl nodded.

"I understand there will be four passengers going and only two coming back," Carl announced.

"Yes, sir," Brad acknowledged. "Mindy and I will be going with some other people to the after prom party."

Interesting. Leslie and I would be returning alone. Nice touch.

A moment later the front door opened and Mindy emerged. She looked lovely, wearing a strapless maroon gown that fell all the way to the floor and was very big on the bottom. Her makeup was not overdone and her dirty blonde hair was done up. Her white shoulders drew attention to the pearls around her neck. She was a lovely girl.

"Aunt Leslie will be right out," she broadcasted as she passed by me.

She kissed Brad on the cheek and the head to the limo. Carl escorted them and opened the door for them. I stood on the porch and waited, corsage in hand. I felt 18 again myself for a moment, until I saw Leslie. She materialized from the house looking like no 18 year-old girl ever has.

She had on a glittery, electric blue mini dress with very thin strap and the bottom of which fell only to her mid thigh. She had on tan stockings which hid the scars on her inner thighs and matching electric blue 4 inch heels that made her legs look delicious. Her hair was done nicely, with curls at the bottom and her makeup was pronounced, especially the bright blue eye shadow and candy apple red lips.

I was in awe. She was gorgeous and hot. My cock started to twitch in my rent tux pants. I could not take my eyes off of her as she locked the house and made her way over to where I was standing.

"We're late, let's go," she barked.

"I got this for you," I said to her, as I shower her the corsage.

She stopped and sighed.

"Sorry," she asserted. "This isn't a date. We're chaperones."

"My mistake," I admitted.

Leslie then stuck out her hand for me to place the corsage on her wrist. Now I was confused, but then I remembered that my confusion was the goal of the game. I placed the corsage on her and she headed off towards the car. I followed submissively.

Carl held the door for Leslie to enter the limo and I watched her get in. Her ass was amazing in that dress and it seemed like she lingered in the door for a moment to ensure that I noticed. I climbed into the car behind and Carl closed the door.

Leslie had climbed into the seat on the far side of Mindy which left me to sit at the back of the car next to Brad. It was an interesting arrangement to say the least. She may have been new to the game, but she was good at it already. Mindy and Brad were excited for the evening as anyone their age should be. From the way Mindy was now speaking to me, I assumed Leslie and her had spoken about the current situation. Even though that was not confirmed for me, I felt relieved.

The just under twenty minute ride to the site of the prom was filled with small talk and bad jokes. We pulled into the parking lot of the Holiday Inn, where the sign read "Welcome Central High Class of 2007." That was a nice touch, I thought.

Carl opened the door and we exited the car. I stepped out first, followed by Brad. Carl then held his hand out to assist both Mindy and Leslie as the emerged into the early evening air. Mindy quickly took Brad's hand and headed inside. Leslie then walked towards me and I extended my elbow, offering her my arm.

"This still isn't a date," she reminded me.

"Of course not," I agreed. "We have work to do."

She then interlocked her arm with mine and we proceed to enter the hotel. We followed the well dressed students to the main ballroom, where the cocktail hour was going on. It was a classic scene, guys exchanging high fives while the girls were telling their friends how beautiful their dresses were and how awful the girls they did not like looked. There was even one girl in tears already. Ah, high school.

Leslie picked up her card on the way in, which indicated that we were at the faculty table. I was not looking forward to that, but I had no choice. I looked at Leslie, who was now smiling. She looked radiant until she noticed that I was looking and then her smile flat lined across her lips. She was one tough cookie.

We wandered around and Leslie made small talk with the parents and teachers she knew. The students were starting to dance and get a little rowdy. The DJ then announced that food was beginning to be served and we should be seated. Leslie found our table and we introduced ourselves to the faculty members and their spouses we were seated with.

The high ranking school official at our table was Ms. Marilyn Miller, the assistant principle. She was accompanied by her husband Bob. Marilyn was very complimentary and altogether too pleasant. Her focus stayed mostly on Leslie.

"Thank you so much again for doing this on short notice," she reinforced. "Mr. Peters would have loved to have been here, but his wife went into labor this morning. I guess he saw it coming."

Mr. Peters, it turns out, was the school principle. His wife was delivering their first child so the prom took a backseat, understandably. Our table had 3 other couples, all teachers and their spouses. I stayed quiet unless I had something clever to add, though often I think the table perceived me as a wiseass. As if I was not completely uncomfortable enough, just after dinner Mindy made her way over to our table.

"Hey sweetheart, are you having a good time," Leslie asked her niece. All eyes at the table were on the lovely young woman now standing next to her aunt.

"I guess," Mindy sighed. "I just came over to see if your date would dance with me since mine is busy with the boys."

I glanced past her and my embarrassment to see Brad laughing heartily with several other young men. I laughed to myself. In a room full of gorgeous young girls, these guys would rather talk to each other. They lacked vision.

Leslie digested her niece's request and then turned to me. I looked at her to read her face. I quickly stood up and played to my audience.

"Mindy, I would love to dance with you," I responded.

She grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. I could feel the eyes from my table burning holes in the back of my head with disgust at the thought that I said yes. Stuffy assholes.

I did my best to keep up with Mindy on the fast song that was playing when we hit the floor. I am not a great dancer but I gave a great effort. Thankfully for me, the DJ decided to slow it down as dinner was being served, though instead of returning to her table to eat, Mindy threw her arms around my neck for a slow dance.

I slowly placed on hand on her hip and took one of her hands from around my neck, to make our dance somewhat more appropriate. I looked at her and she appeared disappointed.

"You look lovely tonight," I complimented her.

"Thank you," she returned. "I am sorry about what I said to you last time you were at the house."

"You have every right to protect your aunt," I compromised.

"I know, but when she explained what was going on, I felt like an ass," she admitted.

"You were not an ass at all," I assured her. "Incidentally, what did she tell you?"

"Everything," she responded. "Leslie and I don't keep secrets."

"And what do you think," I asked, not wanting to give anything away.

"I think it's a tremendous concept," she replied. "Emma created something very interesting. I agree with you that this game could help save Leslie. I appreciate that you want to try."

"So she did tell you everything," I admitted, very surprised.

"Yes she did," she echoed. "Including that I would never be part of the game. A rule I plan to challenge."

As she said that she squeezed my butt. I was completely stunned by this move. I quickly moved her hand back up to my hip.

"Don't you think I'm pretty," she inquired as she batted her eye lashes at me.

"You are not part of the game," I repeated back to her.

"Let's change that," she quipped.

"Neither one of us make the rules," I informed her, wondering if that might be new information.

I was completely startled by a tap on my left shoulder. I turned to see Leslie staring back at me. She looked at Mindy who was smiling devilishly.

"Do you mind if I dance with my date," she asked her niece.

"Not at all," Mindy replied as she let go of me. "Thanks for the dance; I'm going to go peel Brad away from the boys."

Leslie seamlessly stepped in where Mindy had been almost a moment ago. She too wrapped her arms around my neck, but I was not about to move them. I swayed in rhythm with her, my hands on her hips.

"You have done very well tonight," she surveyed. "But Mindy is off limits."

"I had no doubt of that," I expressed. "And this is still not a date, right."

"Now you are catching on," she laughed. "But I do look good tonight."

"You will get no argument from me," I confirmed.

"How good do I look, would you say," she requested of me.

"You are sensuality come to life tonight," I proclaimed.

She stopped dancing and walked off the floor, headed for the ladies room. I returned to the table, unsure of what had just happened. When she returned, I sat next to her for the remainder of the evening, but she did not speak to me. She kept her attention focused elsewhere for the balance of the night. I sat, stone-faced, but confused, working hard not to show it.

The evening went nicely for the students, although Mindy was not named prom queen. That seemed to disappoint Leslie more than Mindy, which I understood instantly. I surprised myself there, unwrapping that situation so quickly in my mind. They were a unique pairing and I enjoyed watching them together.

As the evening began winding down, Mindy and Brad approached our table.

"We are heading out," she announced to us.

"Have fun and be safe tonight," Leslie said to her. She seemed vulnerable at that moment.

"I will," Mindy validated, with a look on her face that said "Trust me."

Mindy and Brad then headed off across the room to join a group of others headed to the post prom party. Ah to be young again, I was exhausted just watching them. We sat for another few minutes before Leslie stood and began saying goodbye to the people we were sitting with. I stood in silent obedience and followed her lead.

We headed out to the car where Carl was waiting. He opened the door and Leslie climbed immediately into the limo. I followed and sat immediately, not sure where Leslie and I stood. Carl shut the door behind me and returned to the driver's seat. 

We pulled out of the hotel parking lot and Leslie put up the partition between us and Carl. She then climbed on top of me, kneeling on the seat. She looked deep into my eyes and then kissed me very passionately. We kissed for what seemed like hours, as if we were young lovers trying to devour each other. She finally pulled back and looked at me again.

"That was the sweetest, sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me," she admitted. "I almost threw you down and fucked you right there. A lesser mind would have just said I looked hot. Hell, several of the girls in the bathroom even said I looked like a slut. But you found a way to make me feel good about myself and safe. I just can't tell you what that did to me."

"I'm glad you liked what I said," I admitted. I smiled at her softly and she purred back at me.

"Do you know what the upside is," she fired back, "those girls were right. I am a slut. I never went to my own prom, so we are gonna make up for that right now."

I dropped the partition between us and Carl slightly.

"Carl, how much longer do we have the car for," I asked him.

"About 30 minutes sir," he announced.

"We are gonna need you to take it slow going home then," I requested.

"Yes sir," Carl stated as he closed the partition for us.

I ran my hands along Leslie's thighs and pushed her dress up as we kissed. I slid her skirt above her hip and firmly squeezed her ass as we locked tongues. I was hard a rock already and wanted her badly. I ran my hands over her thighs again and found the tops of her stockings. I then let my hands roam to her hips and searched for the waistband of her panties. She knew what I was looking for.

"They were so soaked after you said that, I had to get rid of them," she whispered in my ear before inserting her tongue into it. I knew my cock was spewing precum by the gallon at this point. Leslie wasted no time in reaching for the button my rented pants and ripping them open.

She worked them down just far enough to let my cock stand out. She then maneuvered herself on top of me so I could enter her flooded box. I was in heaven as she kissed me and worked her hips on top of me. My pole was embedded inside her as she ground her hips on top of mine. I was enjoying this very much when she stopped.

"Oh no," she yelled. "You're not getting off that easy. You are gonna fuck me right."

She then climbed off of me and onto the limo floor. She turned around and presented her ass to me. I got on my knees on the floor of the car and grabbed her hips hard.

"Fuck my pussy," she begged. "Give it to me good baby."

I positioned my cock at her opening again and thrust inside her forcefully. She yelped as I entered her. I could not hold back, I held her hips and rammed into her again. It felt so good to impale her with cock over and over. I was in ecstasy as she moaned and yelped.

"Pull my hair," she screamed. "Yank it until you cum inside me."

I grabbed a handful of her gorgeous black hair and pulled hard. I used her hair as leverage to pull myself into her over and over again. I crashed into her cunt for a few short moments before my cock started swelling. I pulled her hair even harder as I exploded inside her repeatedly. I kept ramming into her as each spurt of spunk filled her hole. When I was completely spent, I sat back on the seat and gazed at her cum filled pussy.

"That was great," she said, out of breath.

She returned to the seat next to me. I could not move. She lowered her dress and kicked her heels off onto the floor. She then tucked my cock back into my boxers and zipped up my pants. We sat there, silent, until the car came to a stop several moments later.

Carl came around and opened the door for us and I emerged from the car. I waited and assisted Leslie in getting out of the vehicle. She kissed me on the cheek and headed for the porch. I gave Carl another $100 tip for being such a professional.

I turned towards the house to see Leslie already standing in the front doorway.

"I'll call you," she shouted as she shut the front door.

I got in my car and headed home. This was a much different game, I thought.



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 03



Chapter 03 -- Wild Card

I sat at my desk on Monday morning completely rested for the first time in quite a while. I had chaperoned Mindy's prom on Friday night and done nothing for the rest of the weekend. Life was better when I was at 100%. Having not had many full nights sleep since the divorce process started, the past two nights were just what the doctor ordered.

I was completely prepared for whatever was thrown at me today, or so I thought until the phone rang at my desk.

"Hello," I answered with inspired energy.

"You did something so right," Emma's voice came back over the phone. "I have never seen Leslie like this. I have known her a long time and this is the happiest I can remember seeing her."

"Really," I postured. "Glad to be of service."

"Of course you are stud," Emma giggled. "That's why we play this game. She is elated and wants to give something back to everyone in the game. So, as a reward, Leslie has setup a game within the game."

"You certainly have my attention," I admitted. "Tell me more."

"No can do," she rebuffed. "Be here immediately after work. See you then."

I very much anticipated the hang up and Emma did not disappoint. I knew as soon as I heard the phone click that this day would not pass fast enough. I had on a full suit and tie today as I had my annual performance review with my boss at 4pm. When that was over I would head straight to Leslie and Emma's office, but my mind was doing a circus act until then.

Why did Emma call? Was she involved in this "game within the game?" Why didn't Leslie call me herself? I was completely unable to focus.

My review went swimmingly, of course. It always does. I couldn't wait for it to be over so I could head out, though. The second I was out of my boss's office I grabbed my shit and headed out the door. I drove like Jeff Gordon over to their office. I was a dying to know what was coming.

I entered the suite and Penny was sitting behind her desk. I always enjoyed seeing her. I walked up to her desk and didn't even wait for her to look up at me.

"What is going on," I asked hurriedly.

"Calm down," she poised, though did not look up at me. "We are all going to find out together."

"We all," I said inquisitively.

"Yes, all of us," she repeated. When she looked up I noticed that her eyes did not have their normal life. There was even a trace of something bad. I had not seen that from Penny before.

"Are you ok," I asked softly.

"Yes," she responded flatly, grinding her teeth. "I am just jealous. I wish you would have taken me to my prom."

"Oh Penny," I sighed. "Don't be jealous. We will make our time count too."

"I know we will," she replied. "I hate feeling like this. I know the game, I love the game, but the prom thing just got to me. It hit home hard."

There was something there she was not telling me. I wondered when she would.

"Everybody in the conference room," Leslie yelled from her office.

Apparently today would not be the day I found out where Penny's prom hurt came from.

We proceeded into the conference room. Penny sat opposite me and Vivian sat next to her. I had hardly noticed her enter. She looked great as usual. Emma then entered and headed to the front of the table. She too looked very nice.

Leslie kept us waiting a moment before she emerged from her office and joined us. She sat next to Emma and addressed us all.

"So, Emma told me that she and our favorite man here played a great game of cards once," Leslie began. "He also mentioned it during my interview with him. For both of them to have such fond memories of it, it must have been pretty memorable. So I thought we would turn the game up a notch tonight."

"I like where this is going," I confirmed.

"Slow down," Leslie warned. "Based on his outstanding performance in his last assignment, he's earned you all a reward, or at least a chance at a reward."

"What does 'a chance at a reward' mean," Penny inquired.

"Here's the game," she continued. "The four of us are going to play Texas Hold'em. You will get two cards and then decide if you want to play or fold. If you decide to play, then you are on the hook for the hand. The winner of each hand will decide the article of clothing that each of the losers must surrender. The winner of the game is the last person with any cloths on. That winner will get a bonus. If I win, Emma will receive a bonus, which is hers to use if she ever chooses to. If Penny or Vivian wins, they will get to make their own assignment at some point later in the game. If you win, you will get a veto that you can use to veto an assignment later on in the game if you so choose. I think all of that is worth playing for, don't you?"

"Now that's a game," I exclaimed.

"Let's play," Penny echoed.

"So there is no worry about cheating, Emma will be our dealer," Leslie announced. "Here we go."

Emma dealt the first round of cards to each of us. I looked down at 9s-10d. Leslie stayed in, while Penny folded. I stayed in, as did Vivian. Emma turned the first 3 cards, 4d-8d-Jh. I had an open-ended straight draw and 3 to a flush, which was a good start. I was smiling. 4th street was Qc. I had the straight to the Queen. Mint. Leslie looked upset, but Vivian showed me nothing. The river was a miss for me, 6d. 

Leslie perked up and turned over her two cards, 6c-6s. Three 6's. Nice hand, but she sunk back into her seat when I showed my straight. She growled at me playfully. I turned to Vivian, who was wearing an ear to ear smile as she threw down Ad-2d. The nut flush. I was shocked and surprised. Vivian laughed out loud as Emma collected the cards.

"Ok both of you lose your jackets," Vivian ordered.

I stood and placed my jacket on an empty chair while Leslie discarded hers to the floor. Emma shot out the second set of cards to everyone. This time I looked down at 3c-3d. Good start.

Leslie quickly stayed in, as did Penny. I did some small posturing before also staying in. Vivian took a moment to think, which I read as posturing also. I was slightly surprised when she folded her hand.

Emma looked around and turned the first 3 cards. 8s-3s-2c. Trip 3's, I felt like I was in the drivers seat. Penny had a very big smile on her face as well, while Leslie was tough for me to read. The turn came out and it was Jd. A blank for me but Penny was still smiling. What the hell could she have?

The river hit, 2d. That was perfect; I had a full house, 3's and 2's. I already started taking inventory of what the ladies were wearing and what they would be losing. Leslie sighed, but before she could show her cards the game started to change.

"Wait," Penny yelled. "Can I raise the stakes?"

"What do you mean," Leslie asked her.

"I want to raise the loss of clothing for this hand," Penny reveled. "Ok, you can raise," Leslie agreed. "But if we don't like the raise, we have the option to fold and only lose one article of clothing."

"Deal," Penny concurred. "I raise to 3 articles of clothing then."

Leslie looked at her and folded, leaving it up to me. No way was I folding a full house.

"I want to re-raise," I countered. "Let's say that the winner of the hand gets to decide what articles of clothing the loser actually keeps on."

"Interesting," Penny pondered. "Ok, you're on."

I flipped my two 3's onto the table, proud of my full house. My mind was already sorting out what Penny would be left to play in. All of that came crashing down when Penny smiled and showed 2s-2h. She had four of a kind and I was unbelievably beat. I was crushed. That was two tough beats in a row; I hoped that was not a sign of things to come today.

"Ok Leslie," Penny started, "You lose your blouse."

Leslie stood and removed her maroon blouse, depositing it on top of her jacket on the floor, her top now only covered by a sexy black lace bra. Then Penny turned her attention to me.

"I want to give you a fighting chance," she admitted. "So, I will leave you with your boxers and socks."

Penny giggled as I stood to strip. I removed my tie, followed by my shirt and t-shirt. I dropped them to a pile on the empty chair that held my jacket. Next I removed my shoes, followed by my pants. The chair looked full with most of my clothing piled upon it.

There were some cute little "cat" calls that the ladies let out as I sat back down in only my boxers and socks as Penny had directed. I had to laugh at myself as Emma dealt the next hand. I looked down at 2c-8h. I knew it was time for a break.

Leslie stayed in, so did Penny. I postured for a moment again before folding. Vivian laughed when I did and then she quickly stayed in. Emma dealt the flop, Ah-Kc-Jd. I was now very glad I folded and I watched the women as the remaining cards came out.

The turn was 6h and the river was 9d. The women all looked at each other, waiting to see if anyone was going to make a move.

"I want to raise," Vivian broke the silence. "Let's say, 2 articles of clothing for this hand."

"Let's say 3," Leslie countered. "I'm out," Penny declared.

"3 it is then," Vivian accepted.

Leslie laid down As-9c, two pair, solid. Vivian smiled as she showed Jh-Jc, three jacks. Leslie was a little surprised but stood up awaiting her instructions.

"Penny, your jacket can finally go," Vivian decided. "And for you, boss lady, lose your skirt, bra and panties."

Penny took off her jacket and placed it on top of my cloths in the empty chair. Leslie, meanwhile, went to work, first unclasping and removing her bra, allowing her gorgeous breasts to fall free. I was starting to pitch a tent in my boxers. Leslie then unzipped her skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor. She then bent over to pick it up and slowly removed the black lace thong she was wearing. I was now hard as a rock seeing her strip and taking in her sexy body. She sat back down left with only her black 4 inch pumps and tan thigh highs on.

My cock started to secrete fluid as the next hand began. I look down after the deal and saw Ad-As. Finally, it was time to make a move. Leslie stayed in and Penny folded.

"I raise," I declared as it became my turn. "All-In. The loser is out of the game."

Vivian looked at me and gasped. She quickly folded.

Leslie, however, was going to lose at least one piece of clothing and since she had only two left, as did I, she saw fit to call me and showed me that she was holding Kc-Qc. I laid down my aces and she winced. I don't think this game was going as she had planned.

Emma turned the first three cards, Kd-8s-Jc. Leslie had paired her king and now had a few more cards in the deck that could knock me out. She perked up seeing the king on the board and I was having a hard time concentrating on the cards as I stared at her beautiful tits.

The turn was 4c. Leslie now had a club draw as well. This can't be happening I thought. I have to get one hand. I was nervous as Emma turned the river card, 5h.

Leslie put her head in her hands for a brief second before standing up and kicking off her shoes. She then sat back down and placed one leg at a time up on the conference table and removed her stockings. The wet spot on the front of my boxers grew as the game got smaller.

The next hand was dealt to Penny, myself and Vivian, with Leslie now out of the game. I looked down to discover 2h-6d. Penny stayed in and I folded. Vivian deliberated momentarily before also staying in. I sat back again and watched these two go at it.

The flop was 9h-9d-7s and neither lady made a move. The turn brought 8h. I saw the straight draw on the board and wondered who had it. The river got even more interesting as it brought 7h. I waited for one of them to make a move.

"Raise," they both shouted at the same time. I sat back in my chair as they laughed at each other.

"2 pieces of cloths," Penny opened.

"Let's make it more interesting," Vivian proposed. "2 pieces of cloths and 1 kiss."

"Deal," Penny accepted quickly, smiling like a love struck teenager.

Vivian showed her cards, Ac-9s, she had a full house. Penny smiled and tossed her two cards into the center of the table. I could not believe what I saw. Penny held 6h-10h, a straight flush. Vivian sat back in her chair defeated and surprised.

"Ok Viv, lose the top and the skirt," Penny instructed.

Vivian stood from her chair and unbuttoned her top. It was a collared sleeveless white top that she deposited onto the floor to her left. She then wriggled herself out of the spandex black mini skirt she was wearing, sliding it carefully over her peep-toe black pumps. She then looked at Penny.

"For your kiss," Penny deliberated, "you can give it to Leslie."

Vivian walked around the table and stood over Leslie, who was sitting naked in her chair with her feet up on the conference table. Vivian leaned down and pressed her lips to Leslie's firmly. After a long moment, Leslie opened her mouth and kissed Vivian in return deeply. As I watched them intertwine their tongues, I could not recall my cock ever being stiffer.

After a few short moments, Vivian pulled away, stood up and returned to her seat in just her white lace bra, white thong panties and black peep-toe pumps. She was so sexy and my cock was responding by leaking a lot of fluids. The wet spot on the front of my boxers was now graphically noticeable. The next hand began and I was dealt 4h-4c. Penny stayed in, as did I, but Vivian folded, probably needing a breather after the last hand.

The first three cards were dealt, 4d-3c-9s. I was not sure what Penny was holding but she did not blink when the cards hit the table. I was a little worried when the turn hit, 3s. But things really changed.

"I want to raise right now," Penny interrupted. I immediately thought she had to have a 3 in her hand. My three 4's beat her three 3's, I finally had her.

"Go ahead," I suggested.

"If I win the hand you are out of the game," she parlayed. "But if you win, I will suck you off right now."

I could not pass up that offer, especially as hard as I was.

"Deal," I agreed.

Emma dealt the last card. 5c. I still felt that my trip 4's were good.

"Re-raise," I called out. "If you win, I am out of the game, but if I win, you have fuck me right now."

"You're on," Penny acquiesced.

I threw down my pair of 4's, almost daring her to beat them. I almost choked when she did, laying down Ah-2h for the straight. Today was not my day. I stood and removed my socks and then my boxers. My precum soaked concrete rod stood at full attention as the ladies whooped and teased.

I sat back down as Emma started the next hand. Penny received her cards and then looked up at Vivian.

"I really want to win," Penny exclaimed.

"Me too," Vivian said.

"How about winner takes all on this hand," Penny gambled.

Vivian looked down at her cards and then back at Penny.

"Those are high stakes," Vivian quivered.

"Let's make them even higher," Leslie interrupted. "Winner takes all, including him."

Leslie was now pointing to me.

"The winner gets him," she announced. "Right here, right now for as long as he can hold out. This is a one time offer girls."

"I'm in," Penny broadcasted quickly.

"Me too," Vivian followed, wasting no time.

Penny threw down her cards forcefully, 10h-10d. Vivian smiled wide and then placed her cards on the table, Ah-Ac. Penny's face fell and her heart sank. She could not believe what Vivian held.

Emma turned over three cards, 7s-4-c-9d. Penny put her head in her hands as she sat there, not wanting to believe she had been beat and almost willing the cards she needed to come for her. The turn brought nothing, 2c. One more card left in the game, one card between a bonus and nothing. The one card came, 10s.

Penny jumped up in exhilaration, while Vivian sank back in her seat looking tremendously disappointed. I was speechless. Vivian looked at me sadly. I had no words to help her mood.

"Penny wins," Leslie verbalized. "Penny, you can redeem your bonus whenever you like. As for right now, he's all yours."

Penny got up out of her seat and planted her self in my naked lap. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply for several minutes. She then pulled back from me and lifted herself onto the table in front of me while the other three ladies watched. I got the sense that Penny did not care.

She lay back on the table and lifted her legs into the air, pushing her skirt up around her hips. She then removed her sexy black lace panties and tossed them aside. She dug her heels into the edge of the table and spread her legs to show me her soaking wet bare pussy. I almost came just seeing it. I knew I was not going to last long at all.

"Fuck me," she called out. "Put that cock in me right now baby."

I stood up and positioned my cock at her opening. I put each of her legs over my shoulders and push my pole inside of her. I slid in with no problem as her pussy was flooded. She felt amazing. I pumped into her several times and then began to drive it home. I pushed myself into her faster and harder, trying to go as deep as possible.

She moaned and writhed on the table in front of me as I rocked in and out of her sweet spot. It was after only a few more pumps that my nuts tightened and my cock began to swell. I could not hold out any longer. I violently rammed my dick into her as I exploded in orgasm. I crashed into her as jet after jet of my spunk spewed inside her box. I filled her with everything I had and then collapsed back into my chair.

I sat there for several minutes staring at Penny's cum filled pussy, thinking how much I would love to eat it right now. I was in a trance until Leslie's voice brought me back to reality.

"Ok girls, get cleaned up," Leslie instructed them. "I am taking you all to dinner for playing a great game."

"What about me," I asked.

"You go home and get some rest," she directed me. "I will have a new assignment for you later this week."

"Great," I replied.

The ladies gathered themselves as I dressed and exited the office suite.

I liked Leslie's game.



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 04



Chapter 04 -- Awards Escort

The week passed by with not much happening. Monday evening's card game was still ringing in my head, both the absolute beating I took in the game and how quickly I came being inside Penny in front of everyone else. My groin still twitched every time I thought about it.

I wondered when my next assignment would come as I sat at home Thursday night. I had a beer in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other when the phone rang. Am I ever gonna get to watch a ballgame in peace?

"Hello" I answered the phone, my mouth still half full of a bite of pizza.

"I need you," Leslie said urgently on the other end of the line.

"What's wrong," I asked, hearing the stress in her voice.

"Tonight is Mindy's senior awards dinner," she informed me. "Brad was supposed to take her but he stood her up. She is home, crying. I would take her myself but I am tied up here with this case I am working on. I depended on that fucking kid and he blew her off for concert. I am pissed."

"Calm down," I urged her. "This is a totally fixable situation."

"You are right," she agreed. "Get dressed and go pick Mindy up. I will call and tell her to be ready."

Before I could even say a word, you guessed it, she hung up. Me taking Mindy was not quite what I had in mind, but it was too late now. I had my marching orders so I dressed quickly in a golf shirt and some khaki pants. I hurriedly made my way to Leslie's house to pick up Mindy, though I did stop to get her flowers on the way there. I hated to hear that she was crying on a night that should be very important to her. Poor kid. Brad was officially a douchebag, ballplayer or not.

I parked out in front of Leslie's house and made my way to the door. I rang the bell and waited only a short moment before Mindy answered the door.

"I am here to rescue your evening," I said to her.

"Thank you," she replied softly.

"These are for you," I stated, handing her the flowers.

She smiled at me ever so slightly, still hurt by the early events of her day. The tear stains were still clear on her cheeks and body language was very down.

"I am almost ready, come in," she invited.

I followed her in and waited in the front hall.

"I will be right down and we can go," she informed me as she headed up the stairs.

I waited in the front hall for several minutes as Mindy put the finishing touches on herself for the evening. I looked at some of the pictures on the walls in Leslie's front hall area and took notice of one of Leslie with two other girls that looked a lot like her. I wondered who they were.

My attention turned from the pictures to Mindy as I heard her coming down the stairs. I was shocked to see that she had completely changed her outfit. She now had on a blue tube dress that clung to her body tightly with a thick black belt around her tiny waist. The bottom of the dress was only to her mid thigh and she had on black knee high boots to compliment it. Her cheeks were no longer tear stained, as she had on a provocative layer of make-up. I was taken back by her.

"What do you think," she asked, spinning in front of me to show me all angles.

"You look very nice," I admitted. "But is that outfit appropriate for a school function?"

"I'm a senior, they can't do anything about it," she flaunted. "Plus, if that fucker is gonna stand me up, then he is gonna feel the pain of what he missed."

She locked her arm in mine and we headed out the door. I breathed deep and composed myself as I opened the car door and helped Mindy in, closing the door behind her. I drove safely and calmly, in order to ensure the safety of my passenger.

We arrived at the high school after a short drive. Mindy waited until I opened the door for her and helped her from the car. She was careful and deliberate to ensure she was noticed by as many people as possible, keeping her arm locked with mine the entire time.

We made our way to the auditorium, amongst parents, faculty and students. There was assigned seating at the tables in the auditorium. We were seated to right side, somewhere in the middle. Our timing could not have been better because as we took our seats the festivities began.

Mr. Peters, the school principle, was on the stage introducing certain faculty members and starting the events for the evening. Mindy informed me that we were seated with one of her close friends, Dora, and her parents as well as two teachers from the history department. I tried to keep up.

Surprisingly, Mindy's name was called for the second award of the evening. There was a lot of mixed reaction from the people in attendance when Mindy made her way through the crowd to the stage to accept her award. I guessed the reaction was in response to her attire for the evening, but the buzz was even louder when she sat back down next to me. Mindy continued to rack up awards, collecting 4 prior to Mr. Peters calling for a 15 minute intermission.

"Can you get me a drink," Mindy asked me as the intermission began.

"Certainly," I complied. 

I rose from my seat and was headed for the makeshift bar that was setup to get something for Mindy, when a short, balding man with glasses stepped directly in front of me.

"May I have a word with you," the man said, pointing his finger in my face.

"Mr. Peters," I said, finally recognizing him up close. "What's on your mind?"

"I don't think that it is appropriate for a man of your age to be with a young lady of Mindy's age," he chastised me.

"Well sir, I can assure you --"I began but he cut me off promptly.

"No, I can assure you," he interrupted, "that her aunt will want to know about this."

"You're right," I agreed sarcastically. "She's still at the office, why don't you give her a call."

"That's exactly what I am going to do," he threatened.

I walked past him, now completely pissed off. I headed out the door of the auditorium and found the men's room. After a minute or two to compose myself I headed back in and proceeded to get Mindy and myself each a bottle of water. As I headed back to the table, Peters cut me off again.

"I owe you an apology sir," he said, extending his hand.

"So you talked to Leslie," I presumed.

"Yes, and she certainly set the record straight," he admitted.

"Congratulations on your new baby," I offered, finally shaking his hand.

I headed back to my seat next to Mindy, handing her the water I had fetched for her.

"What did Peters say to you," she asked.

"He told me that I am too old for you," I revealed.

"He would," she replied glibly.

By the time the night was over, Mindy had collected 4 more awards, for a whopping total of 8. I was thoroughly impressed. She mingled with her classmates for a small while as I tried to stay out the way. Finally she was ready to go home.

"Let's go," she said, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the auditorium.

She pulled me out of the school and all the way to the car. She was a demanding young woman. I opened the door and helped her into the car with her handful of awards. We pulled out of the school and headed back to Leslie's house. The ride home was interesting.

"Thank you for taking me tonight," Mindy offered.

"You are quite welcome," I replied. "It was actually my pleasure. Congratulations on all your awards. You should be very proud."

"I am," she admitted. "School comes easy to me."

"Then why were you in a hurry to get out of there," I asked.

"I was on a mission," she responded.

"What was that," I inquired.

"I wanted to hurt Brad," she confessed. "So I told everyone I was leaving to go home and fuck you. I am sure one of his friends is on the phone with him right now."

"Wow, that is vengeful," I judged.

"If only it were true," she teased.

"Not possible," I insisted.

"Why not," she asked. "Just because Leslie said so?"

"Actually, yes," I admitted. "That is exactly why. This is Leslie's game, she calls the shots."

Before she could respond, her cell phone rang. She answered it and I listened intently to her half of the conversation. She kept her words to a minimum, I assumed because she knew I was listening. She ended the call and we sat in silence for a moment as we neared our destination.

"That was Aunt Leslie," she informed me. "She says you should park in front of the house and proceed directly up to her room when we arrive."

"And what will you be doing," I inquired in a rather parental manner.

"I am taking her car and going out to party," she replied casually.

"Ok then," I conceded.

We drove the rest of the way in silence. I pulled up in front of the house as I was instructed and parked. Mindy opened the door and stepped out the car quickly. She was waiting by Leslie's car as I made my way to the front door.

"Thank you for taking me tonight," she called to me.

"You are very welcome," I reacted. "Have fun tonight."

She smiled at me and got in the car. She pulled out of the driveway and sped off to her evening fun. I, on the other hand, headed inside to see what awaited me. I climbed the stairs and made my way to Leslie's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, but I knocked on it lightly to be polite.

"Come in and sit down," Leslie's voice called from inside the room.

I did as I was told and entered the room. There was a chair in the middle of the room, a few feet from the bed. I sat in the chair and noticed that the door to the adjoining master bathroom was closed. I waited patiently for further instructions.

"There's a blindfold on the bed, put it on," her voice called from the bathroom.

I looked over at the bed and saw the blindfold. I reached for it and put it on. I sat there, now in the dark and waited. I heard the bathroom door open and Leslie's voice was now crystal clear.

"Can you see me," she asked.

"Not at all," I answered honestly.

"If you're lying or I catch you trying to peak, that will be breaking the rules," she explained. "You wouldn't want that, would you?"

I shook my head no and waited. I heard a clacking sound which was most likely her shoes against the wood floor. The sound got closer and then seemed to pass me. I calmed myself and listened. I then felt her breath on my neck.

"You did a wonderful thing tonight," she whispered in my ear. "You are going to be rewarded for it. Mindy means everything to me. My two sisters are idiots but my niece is my greatest treasure. Your outstanding performance with her so far makes you a valuable commodity."

I smiled but did not speak. I felt her hands on my chest and I lifted my arms as she removed my shirt.

"Emma told me about how she started the game," she revealed. "She said she made you choose and then played the role of your bride for the day."

The memories of that day in Emma's kitchen came rushing back. I was on a chair that day also. This was similar but Leslie had her own sense of adventure, which explained the blindfold.

"I'm not gonna play your bride," she declared. "We will leave that role to Emma. My role is going to be playing your mistress."

I heard her move around me. She must have knelt down because she began removing my shoes and socks. I sat there silent.

"Do you know the difference between a wife and mistress," she inquired.

"Why don't you explain it to me," I requested.

"A wife cares about pleasing a marriage, while a mistress only cares about pleasing her man," she announced. "I am gonna please you tonight."

I liked the sound of that. I then felt her hands undo my belt and zipper on my pants. I lifted my ass off the chair so she could remove them. She was sure to take my boxers with them as she pulled them down. I sat back in the chair completely naked and hard as a rock.

"Emma told me how to please you," she explained. "And I am going to do my best since you passed the test tonight."

"The test," I repeated, questioning her statement.

"Mindy would have let you fuck her," she clarified. "She wants you, but you knew she was off limits. That was a smart play. It took discipline."

I sighed and then I felt something warm and wet run across the length of my shaft. I wondered if it was her tongue. I could feel my cock start to leak precum, followed by feeling the tip of her tongue lick the first drops off my cockhead.

She started to stroke my cock slowly as I sat there.

"I know what would please you," she repeated. "And I'm going to give it to you."

I wondered what she meant exactly, but I was in no position to ask. I then felt her lips on my cock again and she began sucking me while I sat there. I wanted to look as I felt my rod enter and exit her mouth. I was enjoying this very much. Her hand was wrapped around the base of my shaft as she inserted my pole in and out of her mouth.

"Are you ready," she solicited as she continued to stroke my stiff shaft.

"Yes," I whimpered, dying to climax but nowhere near completion.

"Take off the blindfold," Leslie ordered me.

I removed it and saw her standing before me. Leslie looked amazing. She was wearing a black satin corset that ending just above her belly button and had garters connected to her black fishnet stockings. She was not wearing any panties so her gorgeous bald pussy was completely visible. On her feet she wore black spiked sandals with an open toe that sported at least a 4½ inch heel. 

Leslie slowly strolled over to me and I reached out for her. I placed both hands on her hips and pulled her down onto me. She threw her legs around me in the chair and locked them behind me. I guided my cock to her hole and inserted myself. It felt fantastic. I held her hips and used them to rock her up and down on my pole. I loved this.

Leslie looked deep into my eyes as I bounced her up and down on my dick. Every time I reentered her I wanted to cum, but I was not there yet. She smiled at me as we fucked faster, really going at it. She then stopped me and put her feet back on the floor. She stepped off me and my cock slipped out of her pussy.

"I told you I was going to please you," she repeated.

"I thought you were doing a great job," I stated.

"I know how to do better," she proclaimed.

She pulled me up out of the chair and then knelt on it with her hands on the back of it for leverage.

"Fuck me," she commanded.

I positioned myself behind her and penetrated her once again. It felt like heaven. I grabbed her hips and began rocking into and of her box. I remembered the night in the limo and began to increase my pace. I dug my fingers into her waist and pulled her onto me over and over. I was enjoying every second of this feeling. 

"Oh baby, fuck me harder," she screamed. "FUCK ME!"

I started to impale her as hard as I physically could. Each time my cock slammed into her juicy cunt I felt my balls bang into her clit. She moaned and bucked as I pumped aggressively into her. Her box flooded with more juices as she climaxed. I did everything I could think of to hold out, but my orgasm was nearing.

"Are you gonna cum," she gasped, still breathing heavy.

"Yes, baby," I confirmed.

She quickly forced me backward, causing my cock again to exit her pussy. She turned herself around into a normal sitting position on the chair and she lifted her legs.

"Cum on my shoes," she directed as she presented her feet to me.

I grabbed my cement pole and stroked it at a fierce pace. It only took a few seconds to reach climax as I spewed multiple jets of white goo onto her sexy shoes. I stood there launching stream after stream of jizz until I felt weak in the knees. When I was done I staggered backwards and lowered myself into a sitting position on the floor.

"I told you I knew how to please you," she repeated again.

"I believed you," I admitted.

"There's more to come," she indicated.

"I can hardly wait," I laughed.

She stood off the chair and walked over to where I was sitting on the floor. She pushed me back so I was lying and stepped over me. She lowered herself onto me and guided my cock back inside her. I closed my eyes for a moment to savor that feeling.

Leslie quickly started to raise and lower herself on my pole. I was growing harder inside her as she worked my tool. She continued to increase her pace and started to moan. I looked at her and she smiled at me before running her hands through her gorgeous black hair.

I was swelling again inside her as she was riding my rod. I tried to hold out longer but it was not possible. I spilled a second batch of white liquid inside her as she skewered herself onto me repeatedly. I shot several quick darts of cum inside her while she moaned louder and worked faster. She then crashed on top of me and her eyes rolled for a second as she climaxed again.

She laid on top of me on the floor, as we both breathed heavy. I did not know what to say.

"That was intense," she acknowledged.

"Yes it was," I concurred.

"You need to go," she asserted.

"I know," I admitted

I gathered my cloths and dressed as Leslie disappeared back into the bathroom. I was ready to leave quickly but I wanted to ensure she knew I was going.

"Goodnight," I called to her through the door.

"It certainly was," she teased. "I will call you tomorrow."

I said nothing, but turned and exited her room. I headed down the stairs and out the door towards my car. Mindy was apparently returning from her night out and we passed each other on the walkway.

"Was she good tonight," Mindy inquired.

"I am not sure what the right answer to that is," I confessed.

"You should have fucked me tonight," Mindy stated sternly.

"That's not a conversation we can have," I dismissed.

"I know," she growled. "Don't worry; I will get you sooner or later."

"Goodnight," I said as I turned around and headed for my car.

As I pulled away I noticed Mindy had not moved from the spot where she was talking to me. She simple gave me the finger as I drove off. 



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 05



Chapter 05 – Pool Party

Friday afternoon I was sitting at work, finishing my weekly duties. Nothing much was happening and the office was pretty quiet. The sound of my phone ringing broke that silence.

"Hello," I answered.

"It's Emma," her lovely voice informed me.

"And Leslie," a second voice added.

"Two for the price of one," I joked. "What can I do for you ladies?"

"New assignment time, stud," Emma informed me.

"Tomorrow at noon at my house," Leslie instructed.

"What's the assignment," I asked, figuring they probably would not tell me.

"Glad you asked," Leslie responded. "We're having a party."

"A pool party for some prospective clients," Emma supplemented.

"That sound like a good time," I admitted.

"Bring your bathing suit and sports knowledge," Leslie directed me. "We need you to be macho with the men and charming with their wives."

"Charming but respectable," Emma clarified.

"I think I can do that," I laughed.

"We have great faith in you," Leslie postured.

"As of tomorrow, you are our new consultant," Emma divulged.

"I am looking forward to it," I offered.

"See you tomorrow," they said in unison and both hung up.

I finished my day and headed home. I wondered what tomorrow would bring.

The next day arrived and I headed to Leslie's as directed. I had on a dark blue hawaiian shirt and black shorts, accompanied by flip flops and my shades. I was struck by how highly I thought of myself at that moment.

When I arrived, the driveway was full of cars, forcing me to park in front of the house behind two other cars. I made my way to the door and before I could ring the bell the door opened. Vivian ushered me into the house quickly and shut the door.

"I was waiting for you," she admitted.

"Thanks, you look great," I complemented. She had on a white two-piece bathing suit. The top was a string halter and the bottom was also a sting style suit. 

"No one else knows you're here," she stated. "Let's go upstairs."

"Viv, you know the rules," I reminded her.

"You're right, but I want you," she whined. "Let's ask Leslie."

"Ask me what," Leslie questioned as she entered the front hall.

She strolled over and kissed me on the cheek. She was wearing a blue bikini top and a long sarong around her waist, probably being self conscious about the still fading scars on her legs.

"I want to know what the rules for today are," Vivian pressed.

"Good question," Leslie declared. "Let's get this settled."

Leslie started up the stairs and we followed quickly. She headed down the hall to her room. The door was closed but she opened it without knocking. Penny was standing there tying the top of another woman I did not recognize. Penny had on a sexy black one piece suit that crossed behind her neck and across her tits. The other woman had on a red string bikini. She had a great body from my view.

We entered the bedroom and Leslie closed the door.

"Hey y'all," Penny said, still finishing what she was doing.

"Time to set the rules for the day," Leslie stated. "This is my sister Brooke. She is thinking of joining the game and will observe today."

Brooke turned around and I recognized her from some of the pictures on Leslie's wall. She was stunning, about 5ft 4in tall, with blonde hair that ended well above her shoulders and was dyed black at the bottom. I guessed she was about 8 to 10 years younger than Leslie. She had nice, full breasts and outstanding curves on her tight frame. Her ass was a little plumper than the other ladies, but that was a nice distinguishing feature.

"Welcome," I said simply.

"Thanks, but nothing is official yet," she warned sharply.

"Ok, here are the rules," Leslie interrupted. "We each get one turn with him today during the party. The catch is that you cannot have your turn until the person ahead of you in line has had their turn. Vivian will go first, then Penny and then me."

"Looks like I have my work cut out for me," I joked.

"Brooke you can observe anything you like," Leslie added. "You are not allowed to participate today, but I do want a decision by the end of the day. Now everyone out to the pool."

As we started to leave the room, Vivian grabbed my hand and held me back.

"We will have to meet you out there," she called to the other ladies as she shut the door behind them.

"Remember, it's one turn Vivian," Leslie called from the hall.

Vivian wrapped her arms around my neck and was kissing me deeply while Leslie repeated the rules. I wrapped my arms around her waist and squeezed her tightly.

"I've missed you baby," she said pulling away from me.

"I've missed you too, Viv," I announced.

"I wish I had more than one turn with you," she lamented. "I would stay up here with you all day."

"I am sorry that is not the case," I postured. "Since you only have one turn, tell me what you want."

"I want you to fill me," she exclaimed. "So I can carry some of you with me all day."

I smiled at her as she untied her suit bottom and dropped it to the floor. Vivian then climbed onto the bed on all fours and indicated for me to join her. I dropped my shorts to the floor and pulled my shirt over my head to deposit it as well. I climbed up on the bed and positioned myself behind Vivian's tight little ass.

"Don't make me wait, babe," she stated.

I placed the head of cock to her hole and leaned into her. My pole slid inside her opening with no resistance as she was well lubricated. I moaned as I pushed in again. She felt amazing. I grabbed her hips and rocked in and out of her moistness. I rocked faster and pushed harder but it was not enough for her.

"FUCK ME HARDER," Vivian screamed.

Not wanting to disappoint her I began ramming her wildly. I crashed my cock inside her over and over as my balls slammed into her clit. I pulled her to me with more force each time as she started to moan. I impaled her hotspot with my rod until she screamed with delight. She reached her arms back to me and I grabbed them, using them as leverage to continue to spear her pussy with my swollen member. 

Finally she screamed and shuttered as she climaxed. It made me happy to get her to that point and I was smiling as I reached my own orgasm. I emptied my nuts into her box with multiple thick streams of jizz. I unloaded them with several furious thrusts into her before I exited her vagina.

Vivian collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily but not speaking. I climbed off the bed and dressed. When I was done I headed back over to where Vivian was lying and kissed her on the cheek.

"I will let them know you need a few minutes to compose yourself," I said before turning and exiting the bedroom.

I headed down the stairs and through the kitchen and dining room to the back patio area. As I stepped outside, there were a lot of people milling about and several in the pool. Emma husband Jack was manning the grill and we exchange an obligatory head nod. There was a couple in the hot tub and several people sitting back on beach style chairs. There was also a volleyball net setup but no one was using it. There were several coolers filled with beer, soda and water. There was also a large, buffet-style table with about a dozen trays of catered food, from chicken to salad to penne.

I noticed Leslie and Emma talking to a tall, fat man and a shorter rounder lady. Penny, meanwhile, was trapped with a thin, medium height man and a shorter, bikini clad blonde lady. Brooke, I noticed, was lying on a beach chair in the sun with her shades on, taking in the rays. It was quite a scene to behold and the first thing I did was grab a drink.

I headed over to where Penny was and started making small talk with her and the couple she was speaking with, Bob and Sue Denton. Apparently, Bob was a small business owner looking for legal representation and Penny was selling me hard on Emma and Leslie. I introduced myself as a consultant, as I had been instructed.

The conversation worked its way from business to sports. Bob was a big NASCAR guy and I tried to keep up with him during the conversation. He then suggested that he and Sue play against Penny and me in a game of volleyball. I thought it would be fun and we headed over to where the net was setup.

We managed a playful game with Bob and Sue, which prompted a small crowd to gather. Penny hit a few nice shots at the end to win it for us. I think most of the men where watching Penny play in her tiny little suit, but the game was nice and light. It was more fun than anything else. That entire environment changed when Jack chimed in.

"I bet I can pick any lady here and beat you two," Jack announced for all to hear.

"You're on," I challenged him quickly.

Penny pulled me aside and I expect her to say that I was taking this was too seriously.

"That was very assertive of you," she said, surprising me. "And very hot."

"Thanks, I get a little competitive sometimes," I admitted.

"Good, let's beat them then," she agreed.

"You make it sound like a foregone conclusion," I stated.

"I played division I volleyball in college, so it is," she informed me. "Let me go change."

Penny stepped away and disappeared inside the house as Jack kept talking.

"Is your partner scared," he teased.

"I don't think so, Jack," I fired at him. "Choose your partner."

"I'll take Emma," he announced.

Emma trotted over from where she was standing and joined her husband. She was wearing a simple pink sundress, playing it conservative around Jack. Penny reemerged from the house with a t-shirt and shorts on, ready to go. She ran up to me and kissed me on the cheek.

"Let's go," she yelled as she served the ball for the first time.

The game went very well for us, as Emma was not much of an athlete. Jack tried to carry his team but Penny was just too much for him. She hit shots to run him ragged which allowed me to drop the ball in for easy points. We beat them easy, 21-6.

"I really didn't have the caliber of partner that you did," Jack proclaimed after the match.

"I bet you could pick any guy here to be your partner and we would still beat you Jack," Penny fired back at him.

"Name your bet Penny," Jack retaliated.

"If win you buy me a new wardrobe," Penny offered.

"And if I win," Jack inquired.

"I will clean your house for a month," Penny responded.

"Interesting," Jack pondered. "Make it you clean my house naked and you're on."

Emma looked at her husband disgusted and some of the guests made gasping sounds as they watched the exchange take on a new level. Emma stomped off, apparently disgusted at her spouse. Penny thought for a long moment about the new proposal.

"Deal," she finally agreed.

"Great," Jack exclaimed. "I pick him."

Jack was pointing past us and we all turned to see at whom. I was surprised to see that Mindy and Brad had joined the party. Mindy was wearing a white bikini with floral print on it and looked hot. Brad, in shorts and a t-shirt, stood there without a clue of what just happened. Mindy pushed him towards the area we were to play in and he wandered over.

"Game on," I surmised out loud.

Penny huddled with me quickly.

"Keep it high and I will spike junior into the ground," she indicated.

I smiled and nodded. I served the ball and the game was underway. It was tight game early, trading points until it was 7-7. Penny then kicked it into high gear and began spiking the ball all over Brad, who for a baseball player seemed awfully uncoordinated. She rang up 6 straight points on him before Jack forced him to switch spots.

Jack faired no better as Penny outsmarted him. Every time Jack jumped to block a spike, Penny stayed back and directed the ball just past him; gently enough so Brad could not reach it. The game ended 21-9. 

"I will send you the bill after my trip to the mall, Jack," Penny gloated.

Jack said nothing; he just huffed away from the court. He gave me an ominous stare as he did so. Penny turned to me and kissed me on the cheek.

"Meet me inside in 5 minutes," she half giggled, half whispered.

Penny then turned and headed back into the house. I watched her disappear and waited a few minutes. I made some more small talk with Bob and Sue to kill time. After some time had elapsed I excused myself and headed into the house. Brooke was standing near the kitchen counter and we made eye contact as I entered.

"Penny's upstairs in Leslie's room," she announced. "I take it she is waiting for you."

"That would be my estimation," I agreed. "What did you think of our volleyball performance?"

"Sports bore me," she huffed. "I need a little more excitement."

"The join the game," I encouraged her.

"Maybe I will," she retorted, smirked at me.

I turned and headed upstairs without saying anything else. A maybe was always better than a straight no. I proceeded to Leslie's room where the door was shut. I knew who was inside so I felt no need to knock. I opened the door and Penny was lying on the bed, completely naked.

"Join me," she invited.

I kicked off my flip flops and deposited my shirt and shorts in a pile right there on the floor. I walked over to the bed with my cock getting harder by the second. I climbed onto the bed and attempted to position myself on top of Penny, but she had other ideas. Penny pushed me onto my back and began stroking my cock while kissing my chest.

"Since this is a one shot deal," she said, "I want to make it count."

She then kissed her way down my stomach and her mouth found my rock hard rod. She licked the tip of my dick before running her tongue up and down my shaft repeatedly. I winced and breathed heavy as she did this. She continued to stroke and lick my pole until I could not take it anymore.

Just when I thought I would combust, she thrust my cock into her mouth. She sucked and slobbered on my tool with great energy. Her skills were tremendous as she mouthed and lapped at my stick. She changed her technique to take most of my shaft into her mouth. I was seeing start the more she deep throated my pool. It was only a matter of moments before I was blasting my milky jizz into the back of her throat. She did not let one drop escape as she held my dick in her mouth until I was empty.

I lay there, spent. Penny crawled up to me and kissed me on the cheek.

"I can't wait until the next we are together and I can get more out of you," she declared.

She then hopped off the bed and threw her sexy bathing suit back on as I watched. I looked past her and noticed Brooke standing in the doorway. She saw me catch a glimpse of her and she walked away. Penny was ready to go at that point.

"Don't take too long," she giggled. "Leslie still gets her turn."

Penny then disappeared out of the room and I was alone for a moment. I finally found the energy to lift myself off the bed and put my cloths back on. I was about to head back downstairs when I noticed Brooke in the doorway again.

"Penny looked great but you didn't do much," she shot at me.

"The game has many forms," I replied.

I brushed past her and was on my way down the stairs when she spoke again.

"Do you want me to play the game," she asked.

"I don't think this is a matter of what I want," I educated her.

"Are you saying you don't think I'm hot," she challenged. "That you don't want to fuck me?"

"That's not what I am saying at all," I explained. I wasn't even thinking that. She was hot. Her body was tight and her two-toned hair was a turn-on, not to mention her full breasts. "Brooke, if you play this game, you have to be prepared and willing to accept what it brings. That is what I am saying. Off the record though, I would love to fuck the shit out of you more than once."

I didn't wait for a reply. I headed down the remaining steps and through the kitchen, back out to the pool area in the back. I stepped through the glass door and saw Jack on the grill again while Penny, Emma and Leslie were each schmoozing different perspective clients.

I grabbed a beach chair and a beer, trying to relax. I saw for only a moment before Mindy pulled up a seat next to me. She was beautiful, but off limits. Though, she paid me a lot of attention. I waited for her questions to come, though I could never be sure about what topic they would be.

"Who's the best," she asked.

"The best at what," I played dumb.

"The best in bed," she clarified.

"They all have their strengths," I admitted.

"You have been with Emma, Leslie, Penny and Vivian," she recapped. "One of them has to do more for you than the others. Who is it?"

"Don't forget Nikki," I corrected her.

"Oh, I don't know Nikki," she revealed. "This is a unique game. You are a prize; you don't have to play this game you know."

"Yes, I do know," I confirmed. "I chose to play. I like the game. I like the women that play with me. Try not to judge."

"I wanna play," she pouted.

"Not my call," I simplified.

She sort of huffed and walked away muttering something under her breath that I did not quite catch. In a small way I enjoyed being able to ruffle her feathers like that, in another way I felt like an ass for dismissing her so easily. I watched her grab Brad by the hand and lead him into the house.

I spent the rest of the afternoon drinking and making small talking. I played my role as the macho consultant to perfection, complimenting the wives and talking sports with the husbands. Every so often Jack would glare my way with a look that said he was still pissed about losing. No wonder Emma sought me out for this game.

As the sun started to get low in the sky, people start to leave and tell Leslie what a great time they had. I kicked back in a beach chair again, nursing another beer when I saw a silhouette sit down next to me. I assumed it was Mindy again.

"You did great today," Leslie said. She had ignored me most of the day, but now I was the center of her attention. "I think we should go inside and discuss an idea I had."

She grabbed me by the hand and led me into the dining room. Brooke, Vivian and Penny were all seated at the table, apparently waiting for us. We both sat and I examined the looks on the ladies faces. They were as confused as I was.

"Today was a splendid hit," Leslie began. "I am making a small change to today's rules. What exactly that change will be depends on where the game stands. Brooke, do you have a decision for us?"

We all looked at Brooke, waiting for that answer.



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 06



Chapter 06 -- Winners Take All

We all now had our eyes fixed on Brooke, who looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Um, I'm still not sure," Brooke uttered.

"That's not how the game works, Brooke," Leslie talked down to her younger sister.

"More for us if she doesn't play," Vivian snickered and then winked at me.

"Listen, bitch, I can decide for myself," Brooke yelled at her.

"There's the fire I knew was inside you," Leslie encouraged her. "So are you in? I won't ask you again."

"Yes, I am in," Brooke announced and then she looked at me sternly.

"Great," Leslie declared. "Based on all of your performances today, I think I should not be selfish and give up my turn with our boy."

"Give it up to whom," Penny inquired quickly.

"To the winners of another game of volleyball," Leslie revealed. "I will even increase it to the winners of the game get to spend the night with him, here, tonight."

I was shocked. This was a bold move for Leslie. I was actually very impressed. Her poise and control were outstanding and her logic showed a blooming appreciation for everyone involved in the game. Leslie was starting to enjoy the responsibility of being in charge.

"What are the teams," Penny asked.

"Brooke and I against you and Vivian," Leslie decided quickly. "Think you are up for it?"

"Best of 3," Penny waged.

"Done," Leslie cemented.

We headed outside to the area where the net was setup. As we walked past him, Jack saw something brewing. We were waiting on Penny, who had gone to change out her bathing suit once again.

"What's going on," he asked me.

"Penny and Vivian are playing Leslie and Brooke in a best of 3 volleyball game," I clued him in.

"Hey Em, you're gonna want to see this," he yelled to Emma, who was currently seeing out the final guests.

We each pulled up a beach chair and Jack offered me another beer. I gladly accepted, as I could not wait to see this game. Emma came through the glass doors and sat next to Jack as he explained to her what was about to happen. She turned back over her shoulder to look at me and mouthed the words, "For You?" I replied by mouthing one word back to her "Tonight."

Finally Penny arrived, clad once again in a t-shirt and yellow shorts. The first game began. Penny was hot early, building a 6-2 lead despite Vivian not being much of an athlete. Leslie and Brooke seemed to not be on the same page and there was a lot of yelling from their side of the court.

"What's going on," Mindy asked me as she sat down next to me.

"They are playing 2 out of 3," I answered simply.

She leaned in close to me and put her mouth near my right ear.

"Are you the prize," she whispered.

I did not answer, I simply nodded and she sighed. We all watched with tremendous interest.

Penny was playing like a woman possessed, giving Vivian instruction as they went along. Before long game 1 was out of hand at 18-5. Penny finished off the first game with 3 straight spikes over Brooke, smiling extra wide as she had successfully showed Vivian how to set her up.

There was a short time out between games. Leslie pulled Brooke aside and tried to instruct her on how they were going to play game two. Penny and Vivian were ready to go right away, enjoying their game one win. Leslie served to open game two and we were all still sitting there captivated by the action.

Brooke and Leslie seemed to have organized themselves a little better in the second game and it was close at 5-4, when they went on a small run to make it 7-5 in their favor. Penny was able to regain the serve and that is when things changed dramatically. Down 7-6, Penny served and while attempting to set Penny later during that point, Vivian's ankle gave out on her. As she crumbled to the ground in a heap, she managed to set the ball and Penny spiked it home to tie the game at 7.

Vivian was in serious pain as she sat holding her ankle. She got to her feet with Penny's help and hobbled around a bit. We all thought she should stop but she was a woman determined.

"Viv, you could have torn something," Emma pleaded. "You should sit this one out."

"Not a chance," Vivian replied, wincing in pain. She looked at me and smiled. "Serve."

Penny served but the point was lost, as Vivian had no mobility on her bad joint. Leslie and Brooke capitalize on the injury, boosting the score to 9-7 in their favor. Penny hit a great shot that landed on the out line to recover the serve. Vivian got a weak serve over the net and the ball was in play. Vivian again went for a set and again her ankle gave out. This time though, there was a loud tearing sound that went along with her crashing to the floor.

Jack and I both ran over to her. We helped her up and carried her over to a beach chair. Her ankle was already swelling and she could put no pressure on it at all with out pulling back from the pain. Her game was over for the night. As we further examined her ankle, Brooke and Penny got into a heated discussion.

"It has to be a forfeit, your partner can't play," Brooke shouted.

"I should be able to take on a replacement and finish," Penny hollered back at her.

Leslie stood and watched them yell at each other. She looked over at me and finally put an end to the bickering.

"Enough," Leslie yelled at both of them. "We are going to finish. Mindy will play in Vivian's place."

"That's bullshit," Brooke insisted.

"I make the rules, Brooke," Leslie reminded her sister. "Get your game face on."

Mindy stood up from her beach chair and was smiling widely. She ran over to the court and pulled Penny aside to talk.

"Penny, I'm so sorry," Vivian called to Penny as we calmed her down and stabilized her foot.

"Let's go have that x-rayed, Viv," Emma encouraged her sister.

"Ok, I can make it to the car," Vivian insisted, with tears in her eyes, until she stood and began to fall again. Thankfully Jack and I caught her and lifted her up.

We carried her to Jack's car in front of the house and loaded her in the back seat. Emma and Jack occupied the front seats and pulled away quickly on their way to the hospital. I returned to the back yard where the game had changed. Game two was now over, Leslie and Brooke had made short work of Penny and her new partner, 21-10.

Penny was heated. She had Mindy pulled aside and was speaking to her in a determined tone of voice. Mindy walked away from her and left the court. She went inside the house and returned only a few moments later, now wearing a t-shirt and shorts in place of the floral bikini she had started to play in. She returned to the court and slapped Penny on the rear, apparently ready to play. That might have been the sexiest gesture I had ever seen between women.

Penny served to open game 3 and it was on. The game was back and forth as Mindy was really playing hard. It was 7-6 in favor of Leslie and Brooke when Brooke looked over at me and blew me a kiss. This gesture seemed to infuriate both Penny and Mindy. They went on a long run of points to get the game to 15-7 before surrendering the serve.

Brooke put back to back shots past Mindy to cut it to 15-9, followed by an ace serve from Leslie to close to 15-10. I was enthralled watching this unfold. Penny finally spiked one to retrieve the serve and she was determined to close out the game. Penny hit 4 ace serves in a row, putting a nasty spin on the ball. The game ended with Mindy setting Penny on back-to-back spikes over Brooke.

As the last ball hit the ground, Penny let out a yell of invigoration. She and Mindy hugged wildly. Leslie took it in stride while Brooke stormed off the court and into the house without a word. Penny shook hands with Leslie in a gesture of sportsmanship, as I asked a rather interesting question.

"Leslie, how does the prize work now," I inquired.

Brad looked over at me, in a state of utter confusion.

"Simple, Penny and Vivian won. Penny gets her prize tonight and Vivian will claim hers at a later date," Leslie outlined.

"Fuck that," Mindy protested immediately. "I played so I get the prize, not Vivian."

"No, you don't," Leslie halted her. "Vivian was part of the original deal and you were not."

"That's not fair," Mindy shouted.

"Life isn't fair," Leslie retorted in a rather cliché manner.

Mindy stomped off the court, grabbed Brad by the hand and disappeared into the house. I sat there watching all of this unfold in utter amazement. I looked at Penny who was smiling like I had never seen her. She was so excited.

"You two can have my room tonight," Leslie extended to us. "I don't think I will be getting much sleep anyway."

Penny did not say anything. She ran over to where I was still sitting and grabbed me by the hand, leading me into the house. I wondered why Leslie mentioned that she would not be getting sleep tonight. Was it just the cleanup from the party or was there something else. I did not make this known to Penny, as she dragged me by the hand up through the kitchen and up the stairs. We barged through the door of Leslie's bedroom and Penny slammed it shut behind us. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. I ran my hands all over her hips and ass as we kissed, her body was so tight, I loved it and my cock reacted immediately, swelling in my shorts.

"I am so hot right now," Penny admitted, kissing my wildly. "Playing volleyball always does that to me."

"I am glad that will be to my benefit tonight," I replied.

"Let's take a shower," she insisted, pulling away from me and ripping off her t-shirt.

"Whatever you want tonight," I conceded.

She ran playfully to the bathroom door and stopped. She bent over and slowly removed her shorts; ensure I had a full view of her gorgeous bottom. As she slid them down her legs, her moist pussy came into view. I was at full erection seeing this.

Penny entered the bathroom and started the water in the shower. I tossed my shirt and shorts aside and made my way into the bathroom as well. Penny was already in the shower when I reached it. Her outline was visible through the clouded glass doors and I was enjoying watching her run her hands all over her body under the water.

I stepped through the glass door and into the shower. Penny was under the water, her hair already soaked to her scalp. I watched her for a moment and the grabbed hold of her around the waist. She seemed to be in a trance under the water and was startled slightly by my touch. I pulled her to me, her back to my chest. I kissed her neck from behind and fondled her gorgeous breasts as the water cascaded onto her chest.

She turned to face me and kissed me again. I stepped closer to her so that we were both now under the running water. She lifted her left leg and guided my cock to her opening. I slid in with no resistance as she was already well lubricated. I lifted her onto me so I could enter her fully. I pinned her to the porcelain wall of the shower and forced myself as far inside of her as I could go. She gasped slightly and smiled at me.

I held her pinned to the side of the shower and rocked my hips so my pole slid in and out of her hole. We were both enjoying this very much as I pumped into her repeatedly. The water onto us was soothing as I forced myself into her again. She held her hands behind my neck and moaned as I continued to penetrate her continually.

Her body began to shiver and she arched her neck, indicating that her climax was nearing. I pressed myself inside as forcefully as I could, hoping to bring about her orgasm. Each thrust caused her to tighten her grip around my neck and groaned.

"Oh Fuck," Penny screamed loudly as she came. 

I wondered who was left in the house and if they heard that. I had impressed myself with the volume and ferocity of her scream. My thoughts quickly turned back to myself as I felt my own orgasm approaching rapidly. Penny saw it in my eyes and she leaned into me closely.

"Give it to me," she whispered seductively.

I pressed into her firmly and my cock exploded. I held her pinned to the wall of the shower as I flooded her box with my jizz. Each discharge inside of her felt better than the last. My knees buckled as I finished. I let Penny down gently and I used the wall I had her pinned to for support.

She smiled at me and moved me so she could engulf herself in the water again. After a moment, she pushed past me and stepped out of the shower. I watched her again through the clouded glass as she dried herself, paying specific attention to her hair. I let the water wash over me and help me regroup. I took several minutes and then shut the water off. I stepped out and Penny tossed me a towel then disappeared from the bathroom.

I finished toweling off and headed back into the bedroom. Penny was lying on the bed on an angle. Her body looked phenomenal. I crawled up onto the bed beside her and sighed. Her actions were sudden and surprising as she rolled over and pounced on top of me. I looked up at her, surprised.

"Oh yeah, we're doing it again," she laughed at me.

She was on her knees, straddling me. She reached behind her and guided my half-hard stick back inside her. I closed my eyes and thrust my hips upward, wanting to enter her entirely. She forced herself down to take me fully. Once I had achieved maximum penetration, Penny raised herself onto the balls of her feet and began to thrust herself up and down on my staff. I was in heaven. I watched as her pussy crashed into my midsection hastily. I stiffen instantly and wanted to fuck her forever.

Penny continued to impale herself on my cock as I watched our privates collide time after time. She grunted and moaned as she propelled herself on my shaft. I grabbed for anything near me as I felt my apex arriving. She continued to ride me intensely as I launched my goo inside her again. I gushed in her box, sending all the sperm I had left into her. I was breathing heavily as she increased the rate of her ride while she climaxed. Her moans became screams as she thrust herself upon my wand.

Penny then crashed on top of me, her head landing in my chest. We lay there, and I wrapped my arms around her to hold her. We did not speak for a while as the aftermath overwhelmed us both. I kissed the top of her head and she rolled off of me and faced away from me.

"Hold me," she requested.

I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her to me. I nibbled her ear lobe and she giggled lightly.

"Talk to me," she appealed to me.

"Of course," I agreed. "Tell me why you were so upset about the prom thing."

"I will at another time, not tonight," she replied. "Tell me what you think of the game."

"The game is crazy," I admitted. "Emma was a chance meeting that turned my world upside down. She is still the queen of this game, even if she isn't playing."

"What about the rest of us," she solicited.

"Brooke apparently is the new girl," I began. "Leslie is the boss lady, Vivian is the pure heart and you are the rock."

"I am the rock," she repeated. "Explain that."

"Of all the chaos, craziness, emotion, anger or just sheer absurdity of this game," I recapped, "you are always the pillar of sanity. I would not still be playing if it weren't for you at certain points during this crazy process."

"What did you say to Leslie on your interview," she asked bluntly.

"I told her that she was responsible for you and Vivian and I," I revealed. "And that if she wasn't up for that responsibility, she should turn the game down."

"Vivian loves you, you know," she exposed.

"I do know," I confirmed. "She's told me. I can see it's getting harder for her to hold it in."

"Do you love her," Penny pressed.

"No," I confessed. "I care for her, but I don't love her. I don't want to see her hurt, so I am doing my best to manage it within the game."

I was growing drowsy as we talked. I could tell Penny was too based on the time between her questions.

"Do you like Leslie," she asked next.

I thought about it and then drifted off for a moment or two.

"Yes, do you," I retorted.

"Yes," she answered flatly after several moments. "I trust her. Do you love Emma?"

I waited and drifted in and out. How do I answer that? Do I even know that answer?

"Again, I care for her, but she's married," I mustered diplomatically. "I could not love a married woman."

Penny yawned and waited for a moment to digest that answer. I thought she had drifted off to sleep, but she surprised me when she spoke again.

"Do you love me," she inquired as she pulled herself as close to me as she could get.

That was a loaded questioned. But I knew the answer I wanted to give and now was as good a time as any to actually say it.

"No matter how I make anyone else feel in this game," I whisper to her, "you are the only one that makes me feel safe. I could love you. I really could, but I am not sure my heart is worth that gamble anymore."

No other questions were asked. No other words were said. I held her as we drifted off together. 



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 07



Chapter 07 -- Graduation Present

"Rise and shine," I heard a voice yell from above me.

I opened my eyes and was smiling expecting to see Penny. Instead, Leslie was staring down at me.

"Where's Penny," I asked.

"Good morning to you too," she answered sharply. "She went home. She has things to do today."

"I'm sorry," I admitted. "I did not mean for that to come out that way."

"Forget it," she laughed it off. "Now get up."

I sat up and lifted myself off the bed. I was still naked and Leslie took notice that my cock had awoke before me. I was fully erect standing there clearing the sleep from my eyes.

"I wish I had time to take care of that," she teased.

"Me too," I quipped as I collected my shorts and t-shirt from the floor.

"5pm at Valentino's," she snapped at me.

"What's that," I inquired.

"Dinner for Mindy's graduation," she informed me. "Be there and dress nice."

Today was graduation day, which caught me completely off guard. I dressed myself and headed out the bedroom door. As I headed down the hall and hit the stairs, I heard Leslie call after me.

"See you tonight," she yelled.

"Yes ma'am," I yelled back as I made it to the front door.

I headed home to regroup. I showered and caught a nice long nap before getting ready for dinner. I put on a shirt and tie, nice pants and a jacket from my closet. I looked respectable. I wondered if dinner would just be the three of us or if anyone else was joining us. I put that thought out of my mind as I headed to the mall.

I tried to be quick on my trip to the mall. I got a nice card to congratulate Mindy and, in what I thought was a nice touch, a gift for both Mindy and Leslie. It was a set of matching necklaces that held small blue stones encased by a flat, gold heart. On the heart was inscribed the following words: Together we can accomplish great things.

I thought it was a fitting inscription based on the relationship that Mindy and Leslie shared. I hoped they would each see what I saw. These thoughts filled my mind as I proceed to the restaurant. I pulled in the parking lot and filled out the card I purchased for Mindy before making my way inside.

I saw where they were seated immediately. It was a round table in the far right corner of the main dining room. I strolled over and saw four women seated at the table, three of whom I recognized. There was only one open chair, which I assumed was for me.

"Good evening ladies," I greeted them. "You all look beautiful."

Leslie was seated closest to the left of the open seat; she had on a lovely black dress, which was rather conservative, and matching black heels. Mindy was seated to the right of the open seat. She had on a floral tank top and tight fitting jeans. I could not see her footwear because she had her legs stretched out under the table. She looked like the rebellious teenager type, but I knew that wasn't the case.

Brooke was seated to Mindy's right. She looked gorgeous. She had on a blue dress that complimented her skin and hair colors wonderfully. She also had on matching blue eye shadow and black open toe heels that drove me wild. I wanted her right then. To her right and Leslie's left was the woman I did not know. I looked her over, trying not to stare.

She had black hair; much like Leslie's in color, though it was very wavy and ended above her shoulders. She appeared to be a little older than Leslie, though her facial structure was similar. She had pale skin and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a gray suit with a light blue blouse. Her chest was rather large and her frame was curvy. I wondered who she was.

"Congratulations on your great achievement today," I said to Mindy as I handed her the card and gift.

I handed Leslie the gift I had for her as well. I stood and watched them open the gifts and the expressions they made.

"Thank you so much," Mindy exclaimed.

She rose from her seat and hugged me.

"By the way," she continued, "this is my mom, Lisa."

Mystery solved. I extended my hand to Lisa as an introduction. She shook it quickly, only half rising from her chair. She appeared rather unimpressed with me.

"You must be Brad," Lisa scowled at me.

"No ma'am," I corrected her.

"He is a friend of mine," Leslie interjected.

That seemed to greatly settle Lisa and she even half smiled. I sat myself at the table and waited for the conversation to continue. Mindy had not yet sat back down when I noticed Brooke stand and collect her purse.

"I assume you will catch up with us later," Brooke said to Leslie.

"I will be about 15 minutes behind you girls," Leslie confirmed for her.

Brooke and Mindy then said goodnight and excused themselves. As the headed out the front door of the restaurant, I notice a long, black stretch limo had pulled up to the front of Valentino's.

"Girls night out," I asked Leslie.

"Of course," she validated. "Tonight is a night to celebrate, so we are taking Mindy out to go nuts."

"Wonderful idea," I admitted. "Am I part of that equation?"

"No, you have a different task tonight," she replied.

"What am I supposed to do," Lisa asked loudly. "I am not going out partying with you all."

"Well, as you can see dinner is over," Leslie directed at her sister. "Now it's time for you to have dessert."

I thought I saw where this was going.

"What do you mean," Lisa questioned her sister coldly.

"He is yours tonight, for anything you want," Leslie informed her. "If it's only to drive you home that's fine, if it's more, that is fine too."

"You are one sick bitch," Lisa said to her sister.

"Maybe," Leslie postured. "Mindy and I got presents for her graduation, consider this your present, as the mom of the graduate."

"Go fuck yourself, Leslie," Lisa fired back at her.

"Have a good night, Lisa," Leslie concluded.

Leslie rose from her seat and walked to the front door of the restaurant. I watched through the glass window as she stepped outside and into a cab, no doubt going to join Brooke and Mindy. I turned back and looked at Lisa, who was scowling at me angrily.

"So what did you have in mind for this evening," I asked her, trying to swing her mood.

"What are my options," she growled.

"You heard your sister, anything you want," I established.

"And you are just at Leslie's beckoned call," she inquired.

"It's slightly more complicated than that," I admitted. "But she does call the shots."

"What the fuck is wrong with you," Lisa chastised me. "My sister is a manipulative bitch and you are feeding into it. Are you insane or just hard up?"

"I sense a lot of anger in you towards your sister," I acknowledged. "Care to share with me why that is?"

"It is none of your business," she barked. "You have been around my family for what, 5 minutes and you think you can figure us out. Get real."

"Well then, what is the plan for the evening," I asked.

"I have no plans with you, that's for sure," she snapped. "I will take a cab home."

"Are you sure," I questioned her. "I would hate to think that I let Leslie down."

"Fuck her and fuck you," she snarled.

"Your attitude is really getting old quick," I admonished her.

"Just take me home and let's be done with this nonsense," she ordered.

"You got it," I concurred.

I rose from my seat and headed for the door, expecting that she was following me, but never turning my head to check. I hit the exit and headed straight for my car. I walked to the driver's side and was about to let myself in when she started in on me again.

"I'm a lady, aren't you going to open the door for me," she asked.

I said nothing, but I did walk around the car and open the passenger door for her. I closed the door after she was seated in the car and muttered to myself all the way back to the driver's side. I got behind the wheel and we began our journey.

I was not saying a word and she was alternating her attention from the road to me and back to the road, rather rapidly. It felt as if she wanted to continue her tirade, but for some reason she remained silent, aside from the directions she was giving me in order to get her home.

After about 15 minutes of our ride, she broke the silence.

"Do you think I am a bitch," she inquired.

"I'm not sure," I confessed. "Why would you care what I think?"

"I don't, I was just wondering," she lied. "I wanted to get a feel for your perception of me."

"You are rough and abrasive," I stated. "But, I am sure you have your good qualities too."

"How can you be so sure," she pressed, before indicating that I needed to make a turn.

"You're Leslie's sister, you can't be all that bad," I proposed.

"Are you in love with my sister," she wondered.

"No, it's not like that," I revealed. "Why do you have such anger towards her?"

"It's not anger," she admitted. "It's jealousy."

"Go on," I urged her, sensing that she wanted to tell me more.

"She has everything," Lisa whined. "Plus, I am a fuck-up. I had Mindy at 19 and my mom raised her until she passed away. Mindy was 12. Leslie was finished with law school and making big bucks, so she took Mindy in after that and has taken care of her since. I am useless to both of them."

"Everyone has their faults," I offered. "Sounds like self pity to me."

"I am sure some of it is," she agreed. "But it's too late now."

She indicated for me to pull into a driveway on the left. I did as she directed and put the car in park.

"It doesn't have to be too late," I said.

"You don't know me," she reminded me.

"Of course not," I acquiesced. "Is there anything else I can do for you tonight?"

"Even after the bitch I have been you are still willing to do anything for me," she examined.

"It's not about how you act or how I feel about you," I recapped for her. "It's about doing what I am told because Leslie runs the show."

She leaned across the passenger seat, putting her face very close to mine.

"Even if I wanted you to lick my pussy," she provoked.

"Anything means anything," I declared.

"Come inside," she instructed.

She exited the car and headed towards a small, split level townhouse. I followed, wondering where she might be taking her 'present' this evening. She pulled out her keys and fumbled with them slightly before opening the door. She stepped inside and kicked off her shoes. I followed in silence.

She continued walking, dropping her grey jacket off shoulders and letting it fall to the floor in the hall as she proceeded into the living room. I stepped around the discarded jacket and followed, still without a word. Lisa sat down on her couch and I stood in the center of the living room, glaring at her.

"Anything I want," she repeated.

I simply nodded. She smiled at me.

"Get naked," she instructed me.

I said nothing but began undressing. I kicked off my shoes, and then discarded my shirt and tie. Next my belt came off, followed by my pants and socks. I ripped my boxers down and tossed me aside. I stood before her complete naked and not erect. She looked me up and down. I had an imperfect body, plainly, but as she examined me she seemed to change her approach.

"I feel overdressed," she complained.

I did not respond but she discarded her blouse and skirt quickly. As she sat there on her couch, in just her bra and panties, I observed her. The jealous sister who was going to bitch about things and then take complete advantage of any given situation. I needed to clear my mind or I would never get hard.

Lisa stood up and looked at me longingly. She unclasped her bra and let her massive breasts free. They were easily a 38DD, much bigger than either of her sister's or her daughter's. Her nipples were large and light and fully engorged. She removed her panties, exposing a thin strip of hair leading to her sweet spot. I start to perk up downstairs.

She noticed my cock start to twitch and walked over to me. She put one hand on my chest and one on my dick, and then she started to stroke it slowly. I felt myself growing harder in her hand with each pump of her wrist.

"He's coming to life," she teased.

I smiled at her.

"Let's not waste any time," she said as she leaned in to kiss me. 

I kissed her back without passion. I was lifeless and robotic, but my cock was still responding, leaking precum all over her hand. Lisa stopped stroking me and walked back to the couch. She knelt on the couch and pointed her ass towards me. She was rubbing her clit with her fingers as I watched.

"Come get me," she commanded.

I did as I was told and walked over to her. I stood behind her but was not aggressive at all.

"Put that thing inside me," she yelled at me.

I placed the head of my swollen rod at her opening. She was wet and ready when I began pushing myself inside of her. She pushed her bottom back towards me, wanting to accept my rod fully. My effort was very half hearted. I rocked my hips out of obligation, wanting to get this over with.

"Fuck me harder than that," she instructed me. "At least try."

I pushed inside her harder at her request. I held her hips and inserted myself into her again. I pushed in again as my cock started to feel good. I did not want to enjoy this, I wanted this to be work and I wanted to be workman-like, but I was starting to enjoy this. 

I palmed both her round, meaty ass cheeks and thrust myself into her box again. She moaned and I felt my pole pulsating. I started to rock faster into and out of her honey hole. Her juices covered my shaft and she was now grunting as I penetrated her consistently. I got violent, being angry at myself for enjoying this. I hammered my stick into her pussy harder and harder with each thrust. I felt my scrotum slap her clit over and over.

Lisa arched her back and turned her head to look at me. I fucked her like a wild animal until she winced and grunted intensely. Her gash flooded with more of her juices as she climaxed. My pole was swimming inside her.

She stopped me from pumping as she stood off the couch again. I stared at her, wondering where this was going.

"So, you don't want to cum for me," she said angrily. "I will fix that."

I said nothing in response, not sure what she could have in mind. She disappeared from the room for a moment and then returned, holding a bottle. As she drew closer to me I could tell it was baby oil in her hand.

"Oh, you are gonna cum for me," she announced. "They all do."

She poured a fair amount of oil into her right hand and placed it on my pole. She stroked me firmly and at a brisk pace. My cock felt wonderful in her hand and it was not going to be long until I peaked. Lisa then turned the baby oil on her chest and covered her tits with it. I watched her rub it in on her massive boobs.

After a moment of watching, she got down on her knees and crawled over to me. She placed my cock between her massive jugs and pressed them together. I began to pump my rod between her mammaries. I thrusted over and over as she pressed her melons together firmly. My knees buckled and began to release my goo all over her bosom. Lisa leaned back and took jet after jet of white milky jizz onto her chest. I looked down at her as I finished. The intensity took me a moment to recover from.

"Thanks," she gasped. "I'm going to take a shower. Let yourself out."

I stood there for a few moments after she exited the room. I felt amazing but also disappointed in myself. I did not want to enjoy that, but I did. I felt almost like I had betrayed Leslie but this was her game.

I collected my cloths and dressed with my head spinning. I said nothing as I exited the house. I climbed in my car and phone rang, I did not recognize the number.

"Hello," I answered, somberly.

"It's Leslie, I'm on a payphone in a bar," she said, her voice barely audible. "Thanks for tonight, you did a good thing."

"Anything for you," I replied, slightly exhausted and slightly disgusted.

"You sound unhappy, baby," she fussed. "Don't be. I will call this week and set the record straight. Just know that you did well tonight, for all of us."

I was not sure if the line went dead or if she hung up. Of course I was sure.

I pulled out of the driveway and headed home. For the first time in a long time with this game, I felt dirty. 



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 08



Chapter 08 -- Claiming her prize

I was still having mixed emotions about my encounter with Lisa as my week rolled on. I was completely unsure how to feel. Of all the women and encounters the game had brought me, I had never felt this uncomfortable or stressed. I wanted to be upset with myself, but for some reason could not be. It was, after all, Leslie's game and it was her assignment for me for that evening. I needed some clarity on this after two nights of not sleeping well.

On Wednesday afternoon, as I was finishing up my day, the phone at my desk rang. I looked down and recognized the number coming from Emma and Leslie's office. I wondered what possibly awaited me on the other end of the line.

"Good afternoon," I answered the call, trying to fake an ounce of professionalism.

"I think it's time we talked," Leslie said from the other end of the line.

"Me too," I muttered.

"You sound down," she observed. "Please don't be. I will explain everything tonight. Come by the office after you leave work and we can talk."

"Okay," I answered.

I expected her to hang up right there, but she surprised me.

"Hey, try to relax and not think about anything until I see you," she instructed. "I will clear it all up for you, I promise."

She hung up at that point, but it wasn't the same. There was something soft and protective, almost apologetic in her voice. That had not happened at any point in this game so far. I started to relax at her suggestion and then tensed up as I counted the minutes until the work day was over.

I left work right on time and headed straight for Leslie and Emma's office. As I entered their office suite, Penny was seated at her desk and noticed me come in immediately. I made my way up to her desk and she stared up at me with a concerned look on her face.

"Are you ok," she asked.

"Yes, why do you ask," I pressed back.

"Leslie was a little weird the other night after she spoke to you," she informed me, "and she's been pacing around her office since she talked to you today."

"You were out with Leslie, Mindy and Brooke the other night," I inquired, completely switching my focus.

"Yes. Leslie thought it would be a great way for all of us to get more comfortable together," she revealed.

"All of us," I repeated, begging for a guest list.

"Yes, it was Leslie, Brooke, Mindy, myself, Vivian and Emma," she spelled out for me. "Plus, we called Nikki just to catch up, but that was before we drank too much."

"Sounds like a lovely ladies night," I surmised.

"It was," she confirmed. "A lot of things were cleared up and some tensions were worked out."

"That should make the game better then," I asserted.

"We're all hoping," she confirmed. "Now we just have to get you right. Leslie is waiting for you."

I nodded and proceed past her desk to the right and towards Leslie's office. Her door was open and she was seated at her desk. She was leaning forward in her chair with her elbows on her desk and her hands together. I knocked lightly to get her attention.

"Come in, shut the door and sit down," she said softly.

I did as she asked, closing the door behind me as I entered. I sat in on the chairs directly in front of her desk and looked at her. She stared back at me; there was softness in her eyes.

"Everything I am about to tell you is confidential," she announced. "And it is all very, very personal. But, there are things you should know as we continue this game."

"Ok, I understand," I confirmed for her. "Lay it on me."

"Lisa is 5 years older than me," she began. "I always looked up to her; as far back as I can remember. She was beautiful and talented. I wanted to be just like her. As she hit her teenage years, she very much tried to ignore me and do her own thing. She was in with the wrong crowds. I became an afterthought to someone I admired so much. It stung."

I sat there, taking all this in and watching Leslie's face. She was calm and very matter-of-fact so far.

"When I was 11 and Lisa was just about 16, Brooke was born," she continued. "My mother was a strong woman and her second husband adored her. Brooke's father is not the same as mine and Lisa's. Our dad died when I was 6 and Lisa was 10. My mother found love again, from a good man and along came Brooke."

Leslie was still unemotional as she spoke.

"Lisa went to college for a year before getting knocked up," she disclosed. "She was on the fast track in her mind and this baby derailed her. My mom pulled her out of school so fast, she didn't even have time to tell the father of the baby that she was pregnant. She came home and my relationship with Brooke was growing everyday. She turned jealous and then was very hurtful when our mother told her that she was going to adopt the baby and care for it."

Some things were starting to clear up, though others were getting more complicated.

"Mindy arrived and we tried to be one, big, happy family," Leslie pressed on. Brooke was only 4 at that point, but she was my baby. I loved her and took care of her as much as I could. I knew it was a help to my mother, who was now caring for Mindy while Lisa fell into the drug scene pretty heavy. When she caught her doing lines at home one night, mom threw Lisa out. It was an ugly scene and she said some terrible things to both my mother and I."

I noticed some emotion finally protrude from her face. I waited for balance of the story.

"I vowed never to be like that to Brooke or Mindy," she expressed. "I wanted to take care of them, not hurt them."

Tears welled up in her eyes now, but she was speaking clearly and concisely.

"I studied hard and worked harder at home," she explained. "My grades were top notch and I got a scholarship for my undergrad studies. I commuted to school and stayed at home a lot, keeping an eye on my girls. I adored them both so much. I got a free ride to law school as well and that is where I met Emma. She encouraged me to let loose a little, go out, meet boys and be young. I tried not to neglect home, but my mother agreed with Emma, that I should enjoy my youth somewhat, as I had already been so loyal to my family."

Tears now rolled down her face.

"My mother loved Emma's influence on me," she admitted. "I went a little wild, dressing more provocatively and dating a lot of different boys. Mindy and Brooke enjoyed critiquing the boys I brought home. I loved them so. We had fun with it together; I was not mature enough to shield them from it. Lisa hated my success and always claimed it should have been hers. I graduated 3rd in my class and my first job was a big firm doing divorce work. There were big bucks in and I bought my house. Emma and I lived there together while she was engaged to Jack. Lisa forbid her daughter to come to my home, but my mother overruled her and Lisa swore never to talk to her again. The resentment oozed from her. I tried to help her with the drug issue, but she would not take my help."

She paused and looked at me. The tears stopped and she was now stone-faced.

"I was on a double-date with Emma, Jack and Jack's brother Frank the night I got the call," she enlightened me. "My mother had passed at home, of a heart attack. I was angry, but I was angrier at the funeral when Lisa showed up, high, wearing a red dress to make a spectacle. I filed adoption papers the next day for Mindy, but my mother beat me to it by including Mindy's custody to me in her will. I became responsible for her and I took Brooke in as well."

She exhaled and continued.

"My greatest regret was that I was too selfish and was not at home to help mom more," she revealed. "I was out getting laid when she had a heart attack. I now had to care for these two kids. I caved in and tried to end it. Emma saved me, the first two times. I got my shit together and did well with Brooke and Mindy, except for the sex part. They both gravitated early to be free sexual spirits and that worried me exceptionally, plus I blamed myself for the behavior I exhibited in front of them. Brooke has made a lot of money in real estate sales, but her methods are questionable. She is a closer, I have heard. Mindy is young enough to get it right, which is why I won't let her into the game. After I found her and Brad having sex, I fell apart, disgusted with myself. That is the third time I tried to end it. Mindy saved me. My little angel. I am truly weak."

She was calm again. I continued to just listen to her tale.

"I was trying to mend fences with Lisa at dinner," she confessed. "But she and Mindy got into it and Brooke and Mindy ganged up on her. They both have so much anger towards her and so much loyalty to me, Lisa was pissed at me thinking I set her up. So, I gave her you, to keep her away from us on a night I wanted to be special for Mindy and to hopefully touch something inside of her when she saw the control I had on things. It was not my original intention to give you to her when I directed you to meet us after dinner. I saw an opening and took a chance."

"But it didn't work," I finished for her.

"Nope," she confirmed. "My sister is just a hard woman. She's angry, bitter, jealous and spiteful."

"It will all be okay," I comforted her.

"I know," she agreed. "That is why we have you. Thank you for doing that, I sensed you were uncomfortable. Lisa is not part of the game, so I am sorry."

"Don't worry," I said. "I am fine. "I appreciate you being honest with me."

"That is good to hear," she sighed. "I think I needed to tell you all of that, so we both would feel better. Now, I have your next assignment."

"I'm hoping you don't have a third sister you forgot to tell me about," I joked.

"Very funny, smart ass," she laughed. "No, actually it is Vivian. Her leg is feeling better and she wants to claim her prize from the volleyball game."

"I see," I postured. "What does she have in mind?"

"That doesn't matter," Leslie corrected me. "I have to keep it fair, so she will get the same time with you that Penny did and no more. It will be time spent at home, your home. She will be over on Friday night and leave on Saturday morning. If I remember right, you and Penny got started around 10pm, so expect her then. I will call to wake you and make sure she leaves on time."

"That seems strict," I stated.

"Fair is fair," she replied.

I stood up to leave and Leslie stood to walk me to the door of her office. I reached for the door handle and she stopped me by putting her hand on mine. I turned to look at her and she kissed me, softly on the lips. I was surprised but it was nice. She stepped back and I touched her cheek, wiping some of her tear stains away. 

Without a word I opened the door and exited her office. I smiled and nodded at Penny on my way by her desk. I reached the office suite door and headed out to my car. I was surprise at how structured Leslie setup this "prize" for Vivian, but I guess I saw her point. I was looking forward to Friday night.

I breezed through the next two days and was sitting at home on Friday night counting the minutes until Vivian arrived. I was sitting on the couch watching the ballgame on television when the doorbell rang. Wearing only a t-shirt and shorts, I answered the door quickly, not wanting to waste a moment of her time. I opened the door and saw Vivian standing there in tears and on crutches. I held the door so she could enter. 

We stood in the hall for a moment staring at each other, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was wearing a short sleeve ladies golf shirt and jeans. She had a sneaker on her good foot and her injured ankle was wrapped and taped. She threw down her crutches and threw herself into my arms. She buried her face in my chest crying heavily.

I held her and did not say anything. Several moments passed and she seemed to calm down and her crying had subsided, though she still had not pried her face away from my body to look at me. I moved her slightly away from me and then scooped her up into my arms and carried her into the living room. I set her down on the couch and elevated her bad ankle. I removed the sneaker from her other foot and looked up at her, smiling. She looked at me with tears in her eyes still.

"I'm sorry," she said softly.

"For what my dear," I asked.

"I was getting all dressed up to rock your world and my ankle buckled in my high heel," she cried.

"I so sorry to hear that," I admitted. "But it's your night, so we can make it whatever you want or need."

"I hate not being with you," she continued to cry. "I hate not being able to please you in every way. I hate myself for being a klutz."

"Vivian, what was the diagnosis at the emergency room on your ankle," I inquired.

"I have a sprained ankle and a stretched something ligament down there too," she revealed.

"You have to let it heal," I urged her.

"I know, it felt better and I wanted to see you," she confessed.

"Well, whatever you want tonight is yours," I informed her.

"Hold me," she groaned.

I sat down on the couch next to her and pulled her to me. I held her under my arm as we sat there. I still had the ballgame on and I reached for the remote to change it, but Vivian put her arm over mine to stop me. I didn't say anything and we just sat there and watched. She sighed a few times, but each time I looked down at her she was smiling.

I am not sure at what point I drifted off to sleep, but when I woke the ballgame was long over and the television was showing old sitcom reruns. I gently shook Vivian to wake her without startling her. She lifted her head in a haze and looked at me.

"Let's go to bed," I whispered.

She nodded her head in agreement and I stood up off the couch. I reached down and scooped her up into my arms again. I shut off the television and carried Vivian up the stairs to my bedroom. I laid her down on my bed and smiled at her. I fell on the bed next to her and pulled her close to me.

"Thank you," she whispered to me.

"For what," I asked.

"Acting like you love me," she announced. "I know you don't but it's nice to know you care enough to fake it for me."

"Vivian, this game is complicated," I explained.

"I know," she agreed. "I wasn't asking you to explain, I was just saying that I appreciate your efforts towards me and my soft heart. Now I want to show you how much I appreciate them."

She leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips and then lowered her head to my chest. I expected her to stop and settle in but much to my surprise she continued. I felt her raise my t shirt over my stomach and then she wrestled my shorts down past my knees. I breathed deeply in anticipation and then felt her hand on my cock. I exhaled.

She stroked my cock gently as it grew hard in her hand. As I grew stiff to her touch, she began licking up and down my shaft. Her warm tongue felt good on my swollen member. I began leaking precum from my dick and Vivian licked it up quickly, much to my delight. She then slapped my shaft against her tongue repeatedly as more precum escaped from my rod.

Finally the teasing stopped and she took my stick into her mouth. She engulfed my pole, going up and down on it. It felt amazing as my wand passed back and forth across her lips. Her skills were tremendous as she played my cock like an instrument. She began sucking me with a rapid pace. My dick was delighted as she took me deeply into her mouth each time.

I felt my climax coming as Vivian worked my rod in and out of her mouth. I was closer with each pass across her lips and she worked the base of my shaft with her hand. Finally it arrived and I exploded. I fired jet after jet of jizz into her throat. Vivian held the base of my cock as I came. 

She milked me for every drop before replacing my shorts and tucking away my tool. She rose back to my chest and laid her head there. I stroked her back with my hand for a few short moments before we drifted off to sleep.

We were both startled by the ringing telephone. I reached over and picked up the receiver as I noticed the sun peaking through the blinds.

"Hello," I said in a groggy voice.

"Top of the morning to you both," Leslie responded.

"Hey, what's up," I asked, still trying to remember the details of the previous evening.

"It's time for Vivian to go home," she reminded me. "And you are due at my house by noon for a lunch date."

"Ok," I conceded. "I will be there."

"Great," she declared and then, of course, she hung up.

Vivian had already rolled to the edge of the bed and made her way to her feet with the help of the nightstand. I got up and helped her down the stairs and all the way to her car. As I loaded her into the driver's seat, she smiled at me.

"I meant what I said last night," she announced. "About appreciating your efforts towards me. It means more than you know."

"Don't thank me," I said. "The fact that you want to give me your heart is more flattering than you can know."

I kissed her on the cheek softly and closed the car door. As she pulled away I headed inside to shower and get ready for my lunch date at Leslie's house.



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 09



Chapter 09 -- 20 Questions

I took a quick shower after Vivian left and threw on a golf shirt and jeans. I grabbed a protein bar that I devoured while I checked email. By the time I was done, it was time to get a move on. I jumped in the car and headed to Leslie's house.

I pulled in the driveway and noticed a sharp white convertible there already. I had seen this car last weekend there as well. Was Leslie entertaining one of her guests from the pool party? I was a little confused but that passed as I headed to the door.

I rang the bell and waited. Leslie opened the door in a tank top and jeans. Her feet were bare. I started to realize just how attractive she really was, even when she wasn't made up or dressed to kill. I smiled at her.

"Come in," she beckoned.

I entered and stood with her in the front hall.

"Go have a seat at the table in the dining room," she instructed me.

I did as she said, passing through the kitchen and seating myself at the dining room table. I sat there alone, as Leslie did not follow me. I heard her go up the stairs and could hear muffled voices from somewhere up there. I then heard her footsteps on the stairs again. Soon after, she emerged from the kitchen and seated herself next to me at the table.

"Are you ready," she asked.

"For what," I wanted to know.

"Today you are going to play a game," she revealed. "With Brooke."

"Really," I responded, quite surprised. "What game?"

"20 questions," she disclosed. "Brooke wants to get to know you and the game better since she has agreed to join. I have given her this as a formal introduction to the game. You will alternate until you both have asked 20 questions. Brooke is putting the finishing touches on her questions now."

"Do you think that's fair," I solicited. "I was not given time to prepare."

"It's probably not fair," she admitted. "But that's your problem."

It was at that point that I heard footsteps behind me in the kitchen. Brooke emerged from the kitchen and seated herself across from me at the table. She had on a royal blue sundress and her feet were also bare. She put her list of questions down in front of her on the table.

"I am here to ensure that the game gets going correctly," Leslie explained. "I will only be present for the first five questions. Brooke, begin when you are ready."

Brooke smiled at me and then looked at her list of questions.

"Name the women you have fucked in the game," Brooke said bluntly.

The directness of her first question took me by surprise. I thought for a moment and then answered.

"Emma, Penny, Vivian, Nikki, Sienna, Leslie and Lisa," I confirmed. "My turn. Are you prepared to be a full participant in this game?"

She thought for a moment. My cock started to twitch in my pants due to the nature of how this little game had started. I wondered if that would continue.

"Yes I am," she declared. "Which of those women was the best lay?"

That was a tough one, especially with Leslie sitting just to my left. I thought long and hard about the answer, but finally decided to just be honest. My memories of the situation began to stir the bloodflow to my groin.

"Nikki," I answered in a matter-of-fact manner. "Are you comfortable with the other women in the game?"

She did not hesitate.

"After last Sunday's girls outing, I most certainly am," she exclaimed. "Have you fucked any women outside the game since it began?"

"None," I replied quickly. "When is the last time you got laid?"

She looked puzzled by this question. I threw it out there to toy with her a little bit.

"Last night," she responded. "What is the sexiest thing a woman can wear?"

I was floored by her answer. Leslie didn't flinch which made me think she might have already known the answer, or better yet, had there been something around the game that happened for Brooke last night? I was lost in her answer and now had to think about Brooke's fourth question. Thank god it was an easy answer.

"High heels," I revealed. "Are you prepared to cut off all sex outside the game?"

I used that as a follow-up to my previous question, hoping to get more details about last night without asking directly. My dick was now getting very firm and uncomfortable in my jeans.

"I already have," she confirmed. "What is the sexiest thing a woman can do to you?"

Another tough question. I took a long moment to refine my answer.

"The sexiest thing a woman can do is take the time and effort to dress like a slut for me," I confessed. "What is the number one thing you like to do to tease a man?"

She looked confused by my question, and then she smiled at me.

"Teasing is easy, I make them put their cock inside me and then I don't allow them to move," Brooke divulged.

Before Brooke could ask her next question, Leslie stood up from her chair. I looked up at her.

"That is five," she announced. "I am leaving before I have an orgasm listening to you two."

She left the room, leaving us to finish this game on our own. Truthfully, I had almost forgotten she was there as I was so concentrated on Brooke and the effect she was having on my shaft.

"What's your favorite position," Brooke resumed.

"Reverse cowgirl," I acknowledged. "Yours?"

I could sense the pace of the game picking up. I was rock hard in my jeans which was making sitting there a little uncomfortable.

"Probably doggie," she reacted, though she seemed unsure. "Do you find it better to give or receive oral sex?"

I thought for just a second.

"While I enjoy both, I would hate to be selfish, so I will say give," I deduced. "Do you ever dress with the specific intent to seduce?"

"Don't be silly, all the damn time," she retorted, giggled at me. "Where is your favorite place to cum?"

I loved that question. I was looking forward to answering it so much that I was positive that I had leaked a gallon of precum into my pants.

"On a really sexy pair of high heels," I responded definitively. "What is the sluttiest thing you have done to sell a house?"

She turned her head, as if she were confused. She thought for a long moment or two and then finally straightened up.

"Sucked a guy off after he just got done fucking my ass," she disclosed frankly. "What is the strangest location you have fucked while playing the game?"

I had to really thing about this one for a moment. Her previous answer almost put me over the edge. I felt like I was going to combust thinking about that and her new question. This game had been an adventure and there had been a few unique places I had found myself screwing. Finally, I found the answer.

"The dressing room of a lingerie store at a mall in another town," I admitted, remembering fondly my adventure there with Emma some time ago now. What a day that had been. "So, do you spit or swallow?"

"No doubt, swallow, unless I am sharing," she replied. "Have you been with more than one woman in the game at the same time?"

"Of course," I declared. "Have you been with any of the women in this game yet?"

She paused.

"Yes," she answered plainly, not giving away anything. I wondered if that related to last night. "What was your worst experience in the game?"

"Easy, fucking your sister Lisa," I cemented. "What are you looking forward to as part of this game?"

"Seeing how many times I have to fuck you before you admit that I am the best lay in the game," she stated arrogantly. I liked that. A lot. "Who has made you cum the hardest in this game so far?"

"Penny," I confirmed for her. "Do you prefer a man to cum in you or cum on you?"

"Depends on my mood," she hedged. "Do you like to fuck girls on the rag?"

I scowled, remembering when Emma had made me do that. I was not a fan.

"No," I confessed. "Do you like to fuck on the rag?"

"Only in the shower," she toyed. "Have you been videotaped while fucking during the game?"

"Yes," I verified. "Have you ever been taped?"

"Once, no big deal," she shrugged. "Better lay, Emma or Leslie?"

Wow, that was direct and difficult.

"To date, Emma, but I don't think I have seen your sister's best yet and I have a feeling that when I do, she is going to rock my universe," I declared. "What style do you keep your pussy hair in?"

"Bald," she quipped. "What is your best experience in the game?"

Wow, she was pushing me to think about the game hard, as well as her shaven twat. My concentration was gone and my thoughts were a scrambled mess at this point. Not to mention the wet spot on the front of my jeans.

"The fashion show I received from Nikki, Penny and Vivian," I decided aloud. "What is your favorite place to fuck?"

"The kitchen," she snapped. She knew herself well enough to answer quickly. "Did you think I looked good in my bikini last weekend?"

"Of course I did," I confirmed. To be honest, she looked great. "You only have 3 questions left. Did you want to fuck me last weekend?"

"Not sure," she wavered. I wondered if she was having any sexual reaction to this at all. "Are you hard right now?"

"Stupid question, but yes" I retorted. "What kind of panties do you have on under that dress right now?"

"Blue, satin, thong," she simplified. "Do you want to fuck me?"

"An even more ridiculous question, of course," I stated, almost pleading. "You have one left. Are your panties wet right now?"

Instead of answering she stood up and reached under her dress with both hands. She bent down at the knees and then stood again and tossed me her panties. They were soaked. I love this game.

"If I let you fuck me today, where would you want to cum," she asked, relentlessly.

I thought for a long moment. Right at this moment what would be my answer. I looked at her and found the answer right in front of me.

"On your face," I responded. "Do want to fuck me right now?"

She did not answer, she simply nodded in confirmation. She walked around the table and stood over me in my chair. She helped me stand and then pushed me backwards onto the table itself. She undid my belt and zipper and tore my jeans down past my knee. She wrapped her hand around my cock and started to stroke as I gushed precum all over her hand.

She pulled me up off the table and hoisted herself onto it. She removed her dress and laid back across the table, exposing her bald pussy to me. I did not need an invitation; I quickly positioned my cock to her hole. She was soaked and I slid in easily. She felt amazing; her cunt was pretty tight for someone who had apparently seen a lot of action. I wasted no time pumping my dick into her. I was so worked up that I began to fuck her madly. I used her hips to pull her to me and I rammed my rod into her box. She winced and moaned slightly, but I knew I was never gonna last long enough to finish her off.

I pushed in and out rapidly, very excited after the game. My nuts quickly swelled and I grinded my teeth to try to hold out longer, but it was no use. I filled her with jizz, shooting several large, gooey jets into her. I pushed until all my juice was inside her then I collapsed back into the chair. Brooke laid there for a moment then got up off the table and kissed me on the cheek.

"Next time I get to cum too," she giggled.

"Why not now," I pleaded, very much wanting more.

"It's Leslie's game and today was a one shot deal to welcome me to it," she informed. "I'm going to take a shower."

She headed off through the kitchen and then I heard her heading upstairs. I collected myself and pulled my pants back up into place. I turned to leave and saw Leslie standing in the kitchen. We made eye contact and I saw something change in her eyes, it wasn't hurt or anger, it felt more like determination.

"You will get my best soon enough," she stated. Then she turned and walked away.

I let myself out and headed home, wondering.



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 10



 Chapter 10 – Corporate Perks

As the next week progressed I began to get a little worried. It was already Wednesday night and I had not heard from any of the ladies in the game since my encounter with Brooke on Saturday. I was nervous that Leslie was upset over my answer that Emma was a better lay than she was since I did not think she had given me her best yet. I knew she heard the answer based on the remark she made as I was leaving her house. Where was her head at though? I had no idea and it was fucking with me.

Thursday passed and brought nothing, not a call; email, text message, nothing. If there was a problem I was sure that Penny would reach out to me to keep me in the loop, but so far she had not. I was concerned and growing somewhat lonely. I hoped I was over thinking things, but feared that I was not.

Finally, on Friday night I was sitting at home, going out of my mind, when contact came. My cell phone started to ring, indicating that I had a new text message. I scrolled through the phone to retrieve the following message:

Pack a change of cloths and be at my house at 6am. L

I was excited and disappointed at the same time. I was going to be doing something tomorrow morning, but I did not talk to Leslie so I was still unsure if she was upset at me or not. My mind raced as I grabbed my travel bag out of the closet and began to fill it with cloths and certain travel items. I set my alarm for 5am, enough time to shower and get to Leslie's by 6. I drifted off while lying in bed watching the ballgame.

The alarm rang, waking me instantly. I showered and dressed quickly. I grabbed my bag, threw it in the car and was off. I arrived at Leslie's as the sun was just coming up. I hated to ring the bell this early, but I was instructed to be there so that's what I did. Mindy answered the door, wearing a pink tank top and pink and black pajama pants that were rather adorable.

"Come in," she yawned.

I entered the house and dropped my bag in the center hall.

"Leslie is still getting ready," Mindy informed me. "Do you want some coffee?"

"Love some," I responded.

I followed Mindy into the kitchen where a fresh pot of coffee was waiting. She poured me a cup and I leaned against the counter while I drank it. She also poured herself a cup, which made me think she might be a little young for coffee, but then I reflected on my own high school years and tried not to be a hypocrite.

"Any idea what we are doing today," I asked her, trying to be casual.

"I am sure Leslie will fill you in on the ride," she stated.

"I take it that you are not coming with us today," I presumed.

"Nope," she replied, almost sounding thankful. "You two will have to get by without me."

"Then why are you up this early," I inquired.

"Leslie woke me to critique her attire," she admitted. "I am going back to bed as soon as you two leave."

I laughed as I sipped my coffee. I'm not a big coffee drinker but I thought today was a good day to fire back a cup since I had no idea what Leslie had in store for me. I heard her rustling around upstairs as Mindy and I stood in the kitchen. Finally, it sounded like she made her way to the stairs and was descending. A moment later she emerged in front of us.

"You look like you are ready," she greeted me.

She was wearing a lovely red suit, the jacket matching the skirt, which fell midway on her thigh. She had on a black, silk blouse underneath and matching black pumps. The blood started to rush to my groin just seeing her.

"I feel underdressed right now," I admitted.

"You're not," she allowed. 

Just then there was a horn honk from the front of the house.

"That's the car," Leslie announced. "We should go."

She kissed Mindy on the cheek and headed for the front door. I placed my coffee cup, still 1/3 full into the sink and followed her. I grabbed my travel bag and her very large, apparently very full duffle bag and followed her out the front door. 

There was a large black limo waiting for us at the end of the walkway. The driver opened the door for Leslie as she approached. As she disappeared into the vehicle, the driver collected the bags from me and headed for the rear of the car. I climbed into the car and closed the door.

Leslie sat next to me in the back of the car. She looked gorgeous and I was sizing her up when she began to toy with me.

"Aren't you going to ask where we are going," she pressed.

"I figured when you wanted me to know, you would tell me," I replied.

"Sometimes you are too confident for your own good," she frowned. "You take some of the fun out of things."

"I'm sorry," I mocked. "Hey Leslie, where are we going?"

"You're a dick," she laughed at me. "Actually, we are meeting Emma and Jack at the airport. Emma and I just represented a very large Seattle based video game company in a trademark infringement suit. The CEO was so impressed with our work, he is flying us to Seattle on his private jet for the day. We will be sitting with him in his private box at the Mariners game and then have his limo for sightseeing the rest of the afternoon. We will take his plane back home tonight."

"Wow, that is awesome," I admitted.

"It really is," she agreed. "You just have to remember that you are a consultant. Both for Mr. James and for Emma's husband."

"I see," I said. "Well, I am a team player, so that should not be a problem."

"Good," she responded. She snuggled in close to me in the seat. "If you are a really good boy, I might have something else special in store for you."

I was not even going to ask what that could be. I smiled as she kissed my cheek, neck and ear lobe. She then sat back and began fixing her make-up. I watched in delight, as she was an exceptionally attractive woman. I was almost lost in watching her when the car came to a stop.

The driver stepped out and came around to open the door for us. I stepped out of the car and then reached back to assist Leslie in getting out. It was a great way to get another look at her terrific body. This woman had me hot almost all the time now. She personified sexy.

I came back to reality to realize that we were on the tarmac, only several feet from a small jet, whose stairs were lowered, almost welcoming us. The driver got our bags from the trunk and transferred them to the airline staff on the ground. I was sure they would make their way on-board without an issue.

I followed Leslie up the steps of the pristine white jet and into the cabin. Emma and Jack were already on-board and seated. Emma had a glass of champagne in her hand and Jack was on his cell phone, on what sounded like a business call. We sat directly across from them and were quiet until Jack finished his call. Emma was wearing a lovely black floral dress with a white shall and black sandals. She looked conservative, which I knew she was not. I started to again feel underdressed for the occasion until I noticed Jack in a golf shirt and jeans, which were obviously new based on the lack of dirt on them.

An hour later, the stewardess made Jack end his call as we prepared for take-off. Not being the best airline passenger, I buckled in and tried to relax. Shortly thereafter, we were screaming down the runway and taking to the air. I was quiet as I listened to Emma and Leslie talk about the work they had done on this case and what a grand gesture this was as a thank you. Jack was trying to nod off, but the small pockets of turbulence kept waking him. I was silent but observant.

The flight was only two hours long and quite smooth, so I was able to make it through without too much anxiety. Emma and Leslie hovered over a laptop for most of the flight, talking about work. They became so wrapped up in their work that Jack and Leslie switched seats only 15 minutes into the trip. Great. Just the guy I want to sit next to on a flight. He is such a douchebag.

"This is pretty cool," Jack said, trying to make small talk.

"It is," I concurred. "Are you a big baseball fan?"

"Not really," he admitted. "The game is too slow and no one gets hit. Football is my game."

"Did you play," I asked, half curious.

"Sure did," he boasted. "I was a second-string linebacker at AZ State."

"Impressive," I responded. "Nothing past college?"

"Blew out my knee senior year," he revealed. "Thank god I already had Emma in the bag. No woman wants a broken athlete."

He was such a Neanderthal.

"What about you," he inquired.

"4 years second base at USC," I disclosed. "Fastest hands in the conference, but my bat lacked. Funny how things work out."

"It certainly is," he agreed. "Nice to get away from the kids for a day."

What a fucking jackass. I could not wait for this flight to end.

Thankfully, the flight was over soon enough. Jack slowed his small talk when the stewardess starting handing out the alcohol. We landed on-time and there was a limo waiting for us on the tarmac. I almost felt like a rockstar for the day. 

Jack climbed into the car first and I allowed both ladies to enter ahead of me. This allowed me to notice the driver loading both mine and Leslie's bag into the trunk. Interestingly, those were the only two bags I saw him load. It occurred to me at that point that we were not staying overnight, so why were the bags necessary?

I let that thought pass and climbed into the car. Leslie was seated next to me and we were again across from Emma and Jack. Jack had already dipped into the booze in the limo and the ladies were freshening up their make-up, yet again. I sat quietly, taking in the moment and wondering what the rest of the day would bring.

After a 20 minute ride through what I assumed was downtown Seattle, we arrived at Safeco Field. Being a baseball fan, it was nice to see a newer ballpark up close. What a refreshing site it was, completely modern and with all the amenities. Nice. We were escorted by security directly to a skybox on the press level. When we arrived, a sharp dress man was there to meet us.

Leslie and Emma seemed very familiar with him and they exchange pleasantries, including kisses on the cheek. That is an interesting business manner these women have. Emma introduced Jack to the gentleman and then he turned his attention to me.

"You must be the consultant I have heard so much about," he deduced, extending his hand to me. "I am Bill James, CEO of Silo Gaming."

He was tall and very fit, probably in his mid 40's. He wore a very sharp pinstripe suit and was clean-shaven, with a full head of hair that was slightly graying on the sides. He had on a power tie that I recognized from some politician or other that I had seen on television recently. The man seemed to have his shit together.

"It's a pleasure to meet you sir, I have heard nothing but good things," I replied, lying through my teeth but shaking his hand nonetheless.

"This is my wife Bonnie," he introduced.

I shook Bonnie's hand and noticed that she could have only been about 30 years old. She was quite attractive, blonde and petite. She had big, curly blonde hair, which added to her only 5ft frame. She was rather light in her complexion but had a great deal of make-up to compensate. She had great curves and a modest to tiny chest. She was wearing a royal blue dress that was form fitting aside from the rather large shoulder pads it contained.

"These women did great work for us," Bill announced. "I am sure you had a hand in helping and we can't thank you all enough. We're going to have a great time today."

I made my way to the front of the box to get a view of the field. It was very impressive. I turned around to see a waiter taking everyone's order for food. This was really luxury, a bit above my head, but I could fake it as well as anyone. I ordered a bottle of water to start, keeping it light.

I watched the visiting Los Angeles Angels take batting practice as Emma and Leslie talked business with Bill. Bonnie had Jack cornered, comparing photos of their kids, allowing me the sweet sound of silence as Vlad Guerrero deposited ball after ball into the left field stands. Sweet. Finally, Bill made his way around to catch up with me.

"Big baseball fan," he asked.

"Yeah, love the game," I admitted.

"Great pitching match up today, Hernandez and Lackey," he informed me.

"Really, Hernandez is supposed to be the real deal," I stated. "This should be fun."

"He's got lights out stuff," Bill confirmed. "How do you keep two women as beautiful as that satisfied?"

I was completely taken back by the question. I examined it carefully before answering, wondering if it was generic or if Bill might really know something about something.

"Well, Bill, I keep my head down and work hard. I'm not sure it's much more complicated than that," I answered.

"We could be friends, or we could play games," Bill declared, lowering his voice. "I have known Emma all her life, we grew up together. I was her first boyfriend and her first love. I taught her how to play the game, so don't think I don't know about it."

"My apologies Bill," I extended. "I give every piece of myself to what they request of me, because they are worth it."

"That's a great answer," Bill complimented. "I respect that."

"Thank you," I reacted carefully. "What do you think of Jack?"

"Jack is a schmuck," Bill acknowledged. "But, he makes her happy and isn't bright enough to get in the way. So, we will tolerate Jack."

"Bill, you are right," I agreed. "We can definitely be friends."

With that I followed Bill to the bar that was setup in the suite and grabbed a drink. This was a place where my normal beer wasn't going to cut it, so I fell back on old reliable, vodka and orange juice. As Bill and I returned our conversation to baseball at the bar, Leslie made her way over to me. She leaned in and took a sip from my drink.

"A screwdriver," she identified. "Maybe if you are lucky you will get to screw something later."

I winced just hearing those words and Bill was man enough to let that remark pass without response. We sat down to watch the start of the game and stood again for the national anthem. The game started slow, going scoreless until the bottom of the 4th. With one on and one out, Richie Sexon stepped to the plate for the Mariners. When the count went 2 ball and no strikes I let out a sigh.

"What was that," Leslie asked.

"That was fear, fear that Lackey is going to throw too good a pitch right here to not fall to 3-0 and Sexson it going to hit it to Calgary," I declared.

"Okay, let's see if it's worth being afraid," Leslie challenged me.

She turned her full attention to the game and Sexson launched the next pitch into orbit. The ball landed safely in the left field bleachers for a 2-0 Seattle lead. Leslie looked at me oddly.

"Well played," she quipped. She then leaned over to me and whispered. "We'll see if you are afraid later."

I was not sure what that meant either, but I could hardly wait to find out. We watched as Felix Hernandez dominated the Angels with 12 strikeouts through 8 innings and taking a 2-0 lead to the top of the 9th. He must have hit a pitch count limit because he did not come out to pitch the 9th. The Mariners closer came on and shut the door on the Angels.

With the game over, Bill told us to use his limo to see some of the sights of Seattle before heading back home. The jet would not be ready until 8pm this evening, so we had time to kill. Emma and Jack decided they were going back to Bill's house for dinner and to catch up. Bill extended the offer to Leslie and I, but Leslie declined preferring to see Seattle up close.

We left the ballpark and got back in the limo. I sat there as Leslie gave the driver specific directions.

"Go straight to the Marriott downtown and don't stop anywhere," she instructed him.

The driver nodded and began our journey.

"What's at the Marriott," I inquired.

"Our suite, of course," Leslie replied.

I smiled and had a feeling I knew where this was headed. We reached the Marriott shortly thereafter and Leslie did not even wait for the driver to open the door. She burst from the car and headed inside.

"Get the bags," she yelled to me.

I exited the car and retrieved our bags from the trunk. I headed inside to where Leslie was standing. She was smiling wide as she beckoned me to follow her to the elevators. We boarded and she hit the top floor. I stood, with the bags in my hands, in silence. Leslie continued to smile.

We exited the elevator on the top floor. I followed Leslie as she entered one of the rooms. I almost fell over, as it was the largest hotel suite I had ever seen. There were marble floors and a full dining room. It also had a full workstation, 3 bedrooms and a 60-inch flat screen TV in the main living room. I was more than impressed.

"Another gift from Bill," I assumed.

"He takes care of us when we take care of him," she informed me. "And we just saved his company $35 million, so Bill is officially our biggest fan."

"So, what is the plan," I asked, setting our bags down by the couch in the living area.

"Today, I am going to try to give you my best," she stated. "You said you didn't think you had seen it, well today you will. I was a little upset when you made that remark to my sister, but I thought about it and agreed with you. I talked to Emma and decided to really show you how good I am. It's 4:30 and we have to be on a plane at 8, so we better get started."

She walked over to me and threw her arms around my neck. She kissed me on the lips and then turned around. She began grinding her ass against my crotch. I was immediately responsive as my cock awoke. I reached around her waist and began groping her tits through her black silk blouse. I removed her jacket and tossed it over the couch. I wanted her and she knew it as I swelled rapidly.

Leslie grabbed my hand and led me to the couch. She ripped off my shirt and undid my belt. She tore down my zipper and dropped my pants, allowing my stiff pole to spring free. She pushed me down onto the couch and climbed on top of me. I grabbed her thighs and hiked up her skirt, revealing that she had no panties on. She reached down and inserted me into her hole. She was warm and extremely moist as I penetrated her.

"Emma told me you could give multiple loads," she leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "She said you liked popping 3 or 4 times with her. If you want my best, then I want yours. Give me everything you have got."

Hearing this I was like granite inside her. She rocked up and down on me, massaging my rod with her pussy. I loved how she was pushing her hips down on top of me. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head to me.

"If you want me best you have to bring it out of me," I countered, thrusting my hips upward to meet her vagina as she was propelling it down on top of me. "Emma always did."

"What did she do," Leslie asked, almost out of breath.

"She always told me how many loads she wanted and where they were going," I grunted with pleasure as I thrust into her again.

"I wanna do that too," Leslie moaned as I pumped into her and she crashed on to me. "I want you cum harder with me than anyone else."

I was throbbing inside her box. I was closing in on climax and she sensed it.

"Time for the first one," she announced. She started to shutter and almost could not speak. "Fill me!"

Her scream brought my first orgasm. I sent juice inside of her with several rockets of liquid. I didn't move as she twitched on top of me with her own orgasm. It was so intense I was immobile. Leslie, however, stood up and looked me deep in the eye.

"You rest a minute while I go get ready for number two," she instructed.

I was not about to move but I heard her move around the couch and grab her bag. She headed into the bathroom and I heard the door shut. I am not sure if it was complete silence or if I drifted off for a moment, but the next thing I knew, Leslie had her hands over my eyes from behind me.




Adventures with Leslie Ch. 10



"You already fucked business Leslie today," she reminded me. "Now you get to fuck another Leslie."

She let go of my eyes and I stood up. I turned around to see her and I was awe struck. Leslie was standing there in a tube dress that clung to her body like a second skin. It was zebra patterned and barely covered pussy it was so short. She still had on her black pumps. My cock sprang back to life and was ready to attack her.

"This is hooker Leslie," she exclaimed. "And the nice thing about hooker Leslie is that she likes to be treated like a hooker. So do whatever you want with me."

I walked over to her and grabber her by the hair. I pulled her into the nearest bedroom and threw her face down onto the full size bed. I did not know what had gotten into me but I was enjoying treating her like a paid slut. I pushed up the bottom of her tiny dress and pressed my cock to her slit from behind. I entered her violently and began ramming her soaking wet cunt.

She reached her arms back and I grabbed her wrists in one hand. I pinned them to the small of her back and held them there are as I plunged my swollen member inside over and over as hard as I could. She screamed as I fucked her viciously. I impaled her until I had no energy left anywhere in my body. Every push was harder than the last and I was close to cumming again. Leslie was screaming loudly as I punished her twat with my shaft.

"Make me feel like a real hooker," she cried out. "Blow your load on my face!"

I did as I was told and released her pinned wrists. I removed my cock from her opening and climbed up onto the bed. Leslie flipped over onto her back and I tugged my shaft quickly. In no time flat I was spewing jizz all over her gorgeous face. I blasted spurt after spurt of spunk all over her. It was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen. The more goo I unloaded onto her face, the harder my next jet felt until I collapsed beside her.

I laid there, breathing heavy and in complete peace. Leslie did not move for a few moments either. Finally, she stood up and headed back to the bathroom. 

"Where are you going," I posed.

"To get you another Leslie, of course," she replied as she shut the bathroom door.

I tried not to drift off again but I must have. I opened my eyes and Leslie was standing over me in a latex nurses outfit. She had on white pumps to go with it. I was in awe.

"Nurse Leslie is here to fix you up," she giggled. "Stroke your cock for me, baby."

I did as I was told and I began stroking my soft member. As I did, Leslie removed her outfit and stood in front of me in nothing but her white bra, white lace panties and white pumps. My dick started to come back to life. Leslie climbed onto the bed and wrapped her hand around my pole. She wasted no time in taking my half hard member into her mouth fully. She licked and sucked my shaft sloppily until I started to harden in her oral cavity.

I swelled between her lips and with the touch of her tongue to my rod. I was getting harder by the second and I started to leak some fluid from the tip of my tool as I watched Leslie wriggle out of her white lace panties. She discarded her bra and then mounted me with her back facing me.

"Let nurse Leslie do all the work baby," she said as she inserted my stick into her sticky vagina.

I let out a deep breath as she started riding me slowly. She raised and lowered her pussy on my staff, increasing her pace slightly each time. Each stroke up and down my dick caused her to leak more juice inside her, making it easier for her to move on my cock.

I reached out and grabbed the skinny heels of her sexy white pumps that were spiked into the comforter on the bed. I held them tight as she bounced her tight body onto my manhood. I was really enjoying this and judging by her moaning, I assumed Leslie liked it too.

She picked up her pace as she started to tremble on top of me. She grunted and moaned with each long, powerful plunge onto my wand. I was in ecstasy as Leslie reached her peak. She ran her hands through her hair and thrashed her head wildly from side to side as her orgasm swept over her. She continued to pound her body onto mine as she climaxed. She seemed to regain purpose as her pinnacle passed.

"Cum for me, baby," she urged me. "You're not done yet."

Her encouragement helped me to start getting close. I was throbbing inside her hot spot. The vein on the underside of my dick was engorged and close to exploding.

"Ok baby, time for you to shower my tits," Leslie instructed.

She removed my rod from inside her and climbed off the bed. She dropped to her knees at the bedside, waiting for me. I sat up and turned towards her just in time as I started rocketing jets of fluid onto her gorgeous tits. I splattered a batch of goo all over her chest. She smiled at me as she rubbed it into her skin. I was still rock hard as I collapsed back onto the bed.

"I know you have one more in you," she giggled at me. "I will be right back."

Leslie headed for the bathroom again. I did everything in my power not to drift off again. Only a moment or two later, Leslie returned, wearing only a pair of black open-toed platform sandals with a 6 inch spike heel. I almost came just looking at them. She lay down on the bed next to me and talked softly in my ear.

"Climb on top of me and fuck the shit out of me," she whispered. "I put these on for you to cum all over them."

That was all I needed to hear to energize me. I rolled over and climbed on top of her. I put one leg of hers over each of my shoulders and rammed my cock back into her soaking wet gash. I pushed in and tried to bend her body in half as I impaled her. I was not gentle or loving, just raging and powerful.

I pushed my cock into her forcefully. I looked at her as I fucked her and she smiled. I drove myself into her pussy harder. I bent her body further in half and pressed harder as I speared her cunt.

"Don't be shy," she implored. "Blow that load. Do it."

I didn't stand a chance after hearing that. My scrotum tightened and I withdrew from her twat. She presented her slut shoes to me and I let loose all over them. I shot my milky white seed all over those black shoes. Seeing that contrast in color caused me to shoot harder each time. After several streams I was spent and I crashed to the bed next to her.

"Thanks baby," she said. "I am going to take a shower and you rest."

I am not sure how long it was but I definitely fell asleep. Leslie woke me in time to clean up and change cloths. We made our way to the limo and back to the airport. As we pulled up on the tarmac, Emma and Jack were waiting for us. Emma relayed how grateful Bill was and that he had just dropped them off.

Leslie quickly climbed on board the plane to fire up her computer. Jack followed her, saying he needed another drink. Emma waited for a minute, so just she and I were at the bottom of the steps to the plane.

"Were you good," she asked coyly.

"I gave 100 percent," I confirmed.

"Well done," she stated. "We have to work on your divorce settlement this week."

"I know," I admitted. "Call me."

"I will," she declared.

Emma and Leslie worked the entire flight back. Jack drank and burped, while I slept as much as possible. We touched down at home and were driven back to Leslie's house via limo. I was wide-awake from sleeping on the plane, but Leslie laid with her head in my lap the entire car ride to her house.

"Today was intense," she said as she lay there.

"You brought out the best in me," I admitted.

"Thank you," she whispered.

When we reached her place she scampered inside after kissing me on the cheek. I grabbed my bag and jumped in the car. I had nothing left. I slept in the car, in Leslie's driveway, for an hour before headed home.

Today was amazing but I had a feeling a something bad was coming.



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 11



 Chapter 11 – Cashing In

My Saturday in Seattle with Leslie had been amazing. I had not cum that hard that many times in one session for a while. My marathon sessions with Emma used to be my favorite part of this game. It was nice to get back to that somewhat and Leslie was a filthy little minx, which I loved.

The week dragged on, overshadowed by the thoughts of Saturday's tryst. I had to snap back to reality. I knew I was going to receive a call from Emma at some point. So, it was no surprise when the phone at my desk rang on Thursday afternoon.

"Hello," I answered casually.

"We need to meet about your divorce settlement," Emma stated.

"Of course we do, just say when," I agreed.

"Tomorrow night, 5pm at the office," she detailed.

And then, the routine hang up.

After what felt like a month's time, 4:30pm on Friday arrived. I left work and headed to see Emma. I entered the office suite after my drive over and was delighted, as always to see Penny sitting at her desk. I strolled up and smiled at her, waiting for her to get off the phone.

"Hey there gorgeous," I said to her as she hung up the phone.

"Hey there yourself," she replied. "How was Seattle?"

"Exhausting," I revealed, chuckling to myself.

"It sounded like it," she retorted, making me think she knew more than she was letting on. "Emma is expecting you, go right in."

I hated to leave her but I proceeded into Emma's office and sat down. Emma was reviewing a document in her hand when I arrived. She finished her review and looked up at me. She put down the paper she held and removed her glasses.

"No bullshit, what is important to you," she asked bluntly.

"Important to me how," I inquired.

"Important in this settlement with your soon to be ex-wife," she explained.

"Well, obviously, I would rather not pay alimony and I would love to keep the house," I admitted. "Other than that, I am flexible."

"You may not get both of those," she advised. "I may be able to work a deal for you that gets you one or the other."

"I trust you," I conceded.

"I knew I picked a good one when I chose you," she flattered me.

"You are the angel that rescued me from an ordinary, mundane day-to-day existence and delivered me to a complicated place that makes me feel alive," I professed. "Are you ever going to get back into the game?"

I leaned forward in the chair I was sitting in and awaited her response.

"Never say never," she quipped.

"Em, I am taking off for the weekend," Leslie interrupted as she stepped into Emma's doorway. "Oh, I didn't realize you were here."

She had her briefcase and car keys in her hand and was ready to leave, though she seems startled by my presence.

"We were preparing for next Wednesday's meeting and hearing," Emma informed her. "Have a great weekend."

"You too," Leslie responded. "And you have an assignment tomorrow. Penny has cashed in her win from the poker game. She will call you in the morning with your instructions. What she says goes tomorrow."

"I understand," I confirmed for her.

She headed out without another word. Emma and I sat there staring at each other for several more moments before I stood up.

"I will see you Wednesday," I surmised.

"Yes you will," she replied flatly.

I turned and headed for the door when her voice stopped me.

"As for the game," she declared, "there may come a day when I jump back into it, but that day is not today."

I didn't say a word, I just listened. When she was done speaking I left her office and headed home. 

I did my best to have a productive Friday night, not knowing what was to come the following day. I cleaned the house, did laundry and even got to watch an entire ballgame. Sweet.

The ringing of the phone woke me. I had apparently spent the night on the couch and sunlight was now peaking through the blinds on the living room windows. I grabbed the phone.

"Hello," I answered, half awake.

"Rise and shine, boytoy," Penny giggled at me. "It's my day."

"So I heard," I admitted. "What can I do for you?"

"Ok, so here's the deal," she began. "I also cashed in my shopping spree from Jack. I am headed to the mall. I will be at your house at 6pm. I want a candlelight dinner and I want you to wear a suit."

"Ok, consider it done," I assured her. "Anything else?"

"A nice wine," she added. "If you impress me I might have a surprise for you."

I was about to say something when she hung up. They were all so good at that.

I spent the rest of the day preparing. I cleaned the kitchen and dining room thoroughly and set the table nicely. I called and ordered dinner from a nearby restaurant and had them deliver it. I was not about to attempt cooking. I showered and put on my grey suit with a white shirt and blue tie. I looked sharp. Everything was laid out as instructed when Penny arrived. The doorbell rang and I lit the candles on the table.

I answered the door to see Penny, holding 8 or 10 shopping bags. I let her in and kissed her on the cheek.

"I need to go change before dinner," she advised me. "Where is the bedroom?"

"Top of the steps, first door on your left," I told her.

I retreated to the dining room and waiting, ensuring again that everything was perfect. Penny returned from upstairs, now ready for dinner. She had changed and was now wearing a stunning black halter dress that had a long opening between her breasts. The dress was long and made her look incredible. My breath was taken away.

"Wow," was all I could muster in response.

"Just what I was going for," she giggled. "I will have to thank Jack when I see him."

"Dinner is served, my lady," I informed her.

I pulled out her chair and seated her. I poured her a glass of wine and uncovered her dinner, which was already on her plate. I sat across from her and we ate in the candlelight, no television, no radio, just the two of us.

Conversation during dinner was light and easy. It consisted mostly of Penny recapping her poker win over the girls, volleyball win over Jack and her day of shopping. She had a lot of energy. I was enthralled just watching her talk, though I very much wanted to rip her cloths off and take her.

When we were done with dinner, I cleared the table and poured her another glass of wine.

"Would you like desert," I solicited.

"I am desert," she stated. "But not yet. First let's play a game."

"What kind of game did you have in mind," I asked.

"Mall Madness," she informed me.

"I am not sure I know how to play that one," I confessed.

"Then I will explain the rules," she countered. "I will give you a fashion show of some things I bought today at the mall. Every time I come down wearing something new, you have to lose an article of cloths. Does that sound like fun?"

"I think I see the game, but how does one win," I wondered aloud.

"If I still have outfits left when you are nude, I win," she explained. "And if you still have cloths on when I am done, you win."

"Fair enough," I agreed. "What's the prize?"

"The winner gets to decide what we do for the rest of the night," she answered, standing up from the table.

"That's a big prize," I stated. "I'm in.

Penny headed upstairs and I sat on the couch and waited. She had a lot of bags when she came in, I am sure she was confident she would win, but it was worth playing anyway.

She returned first in a nice black suit with a white blouse and black sling back heels. She looked great. She twirled around in front of me and removed my suit jacket, tossing it over the back of the couch. My dick began to stir in my pants. Penny headed back upstairs to continue playing.

When she appeared next she had on a simple white tank top and denim capri pants, with pink sneakers. She looked adorable, but not like the sexpot I was used to. It was a charming offset to her normal sultry side. I watched carefully as she strode across the living room as if on a Paris runway. I removed my tie and tossed it on top of my jacket as she headed back up the stairs.

Penny's next ensemble was a yellow string bikini. I groaned when I saw her. Her body was tight and firm as she crossed the living room in front or me and turned to show me her magnificent bottom. My cock was solid as a rock now. I removed my shirt and tossed onto the accumulating pile to my left. She disappeared again and left me waiting and wanting more.

This time when Penny returned, she had on what can only be described as club wear. She had on a metallic gold backless top with thin straps. My pole throbbed seeing that and almost burst out of my pants when I saw the white pencil miniskirt she was wearing beneath it. I had no doubt she had nothing on underneath it. To compliment it she had on 5 in clear stiletto heels with an open toe. I removed my shoes but did not take my eyes off of her. I knew I was leaking juice into my boxers. Penny retreated upstairs again which gave me a minute to collect myself.

Outfit number 5 was white tank top and tennis skirt set. It was very cute but Penny pushed my buttons by twirling around and causing the skirt to flair out, revealing her uncovered pussy and ass. I pulled off my socks and tossed them aside, running out of items to discard. She was gone again.

Penny reappeared wearing a one piece black halter jumpsuit and the clear stiletto heels. I was in awe of her frame. She walked in front of me and twirled. I stood and removed my pants, adding them to the pile. There was a rather large wet spot on the front of my boxers. 

Instead of heading back upstairs to seal her victory in this little game, Penny pushed me back down onto the couch. She sat down on my lap and began grinding her ass cheeks on my crotch. I was gushing precum like a garden hose. She was relentless as she pushed me close to the edge and then retreated. She stood and walked back over to the stairs. She blew me a kiss and disappeared.

I was in agony but delighted at the same time. She didn't take long to reappear. Her game winning outfit was simple, a pink lace tank top, pink lace thong panties, pink thigh high stockings and the clear stiletto heels again. I stood up and discarded my damp boxers. Penny strolled over to me and grabbed my cock with her right hand.

"I win," she said as she started to stroke me.

I covered her hand in clear liquid.

"I guess you get to plan the rest of the night then," I uttered.

"Like that was ever in doubt," she laughed.

"You look amazing," I complimented. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well, I am not really a stockings kind of girl," she revealed. "I only bought these because I knew you would think they were hot and because Jack was paying."

"Both are good reasons," I concurred.

"I want you to ruin them," she disclosed. "I want you to cum all over them."

I spun her around and pushed her down onto the couch. I took one of her legs over each of my shoulders and leaned into her body. I ripped her thong off of her and tossed it to the side. My swollen cock found her hole immediately. I pressed myself into her. She was soaked and ready. I pushed myself into her pussy more firmly each time.

I used the couch for leverage as I attacked her gash with my rod. I rammed my pole into her over and over. I felt her sexy shoes on my shoulders and I leaned my head to the right. I licked her stocking covered foot in her sexy shoe as I plowed her box mercilessly. I implanted my shaft inside until I could not take any more.

I grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs back, bending her in half. I withdrew my cock and blasted off all over her stocking covered thighs. I launched streams of fluid onto her pink thigh highs. I crashed next to her but Penny sat up and began removing her shoes and stockings.

"Thank you," she said, tossing the cum covered stockings aside. "I like my legs bare."

"You are gorgeous either way," I admitted.

"Aw, that's sweet," she toyed with me. "But I'm not in a sweet mood tonight. Take me upstairs."

I stood and scooped her up into my arms. I carried her up the stairs and laid her on my bed. I stood over her and looked down at her outstanding body.

"What kind of mood are you in Penny," I inquired.

"I am in the kind of mood that leaves me satisfied," she growled.

"Just say the word," I pressed.

She flipped over and got on her knees, presenting me her backside.

"Fuck my ass," she ordered.

I reached into the top drawer of the nightstand next to the bed. I extracted a bottle of baby oil that I began distributing on Penny's firm bottom. I rubbed in the oil and pushed a finger into her ass. She had already placed two of her own fingers into her pussy and was working her clit.

I moistened her up before climbing onto the bed and settling in behind her. I pressed my cock to her anus and inserted it slowly. I push in gently until my full girth was swallowed by her bung. I inserted myself over and over into that tight brown hole. My thrusts picked up pace each time and Penny was moaning loudly as I fucked her and she finger-banged her cunt.

"Cum in me," she begged. "Please."

I grabbed her hips and began ramming her with speed and force. My nuts tightened quickly. Penny screamed as she came, three fingers in her box and my swollen rod pressed to the hilt inside her ass. Hearing her scream sent me over the edge. I launched multiple large, gooey spurts into her rectum.

I collapsed next to her as we were both breathing heavy. I pulled her to me and held her tight. I smelled her hair and committed it to memory. She was special among the other women in this game. I didn't quite know why, but she was unique to me.

"Penny," I whispered, "when will the game end?"

"Hopefully never," she wished. "But all good things do end. Just enjoy the ride."

That was the last thing I heard before I drifted off.

I woke to find the sun filling my bedroom and no sign of Penny. There was a note on the pillow next to me that I read.

Leslie's orders said my prize ended at midnight, so I had to go.

The game always kept me guessing.



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 12



 Chapter 12 – Home Invasion

I arrived at the courthouse on time, 10:45am. Emma had told me to be here 15 minutes before our case was to be called at 11am. I waited outside, keeping an eye out for her. She emerged from an office just off to the right followed by Bob Ruffe, who I recognized from college. Bob headed straight into the courtroom while Emma motioned for me to join her in Bob's office.

"What's going on with Bob," I asked her quickly.

"How do you know Bob," she countered.

"We played ball together in college," I disclosed. "Why?"

"He is representing your wife," she informed me.

Bob was a right-handed pitcher in college. He had decent stuff and got a lot of outs, which is always good. He left USC after blowing out his elbow in his senior year. Just for shits and giggles he took the LSAT exam and scored off the charts. He took a scholarship to Yale Law and was off to the east coast. I had heard he was a successful attorney and had moved back home. My wife had obviously heard too. Not good.

"Where do we stand," I inquired, now much softer.

"She wants the house, her car paid and $1200 per month in living expenses," Emma revealed.

"Wow, that is an absolute beating," I admitted. "What do you think?"

"Both Bob and I know Judge Franklin will not destroy you like that when Bob doesn't have any crippling evidence of infidelity," she educated me. "Bob is offering no alimony and no car payments if she gets the house."

"What do you think," I solicited.

"Bob's proposal is about right," she conceded. "You could chance it with the judge and be a little better or a little worse off, but it will be in the ballpark of what he is asking."

"Emma, that is a lawyer's answer," I stated. "I am not your client right now; I'm a fellow player in the game. Answer me like someone you care about. What do you think?"

She looked me dead in the eye and smile very wide.

"Fuck him," she declared. "Roll the dice, I bet you come out better than Bob's deal. I know Judge Franklin's style and it's not to stick it to the guy, especially when there are no kids involved."

I nodded and followed Emma out of Bob's office. We entered the courtroom and stood before the bench. Judge Emmitt Franklin entered and sat down. He called our case to order and began to address the attorneys.

"I have reviewed the facts of the case," Judge Franklin stated. "Mr. Ruffe, I have read your proposal for settlement. Ms. Cartwright, does your client wish to accept that proposal?"

"Your honor, my client believes Mr. Ruffe's proposal is inadequate," Emma responded in her most professional and lawyerly voice. "He is confident that Your Honor will see this and settle this more equitably."

"Very well," Franklin sighed. "Mr. Ruffe, where is your client?"

I looked over and noticed that Bob was indeed alone. I knew where she was. She was at her parents eating cookies and watching Regis and Kelly. 

"Your Honor, due to her emotional distress, my client could not be here today," Bob explained.

"Her emotional distress is her own doing, Mr. Ruffe," Franklin hammered him. "She brought this action for divorce. Simply put, here is how it will go. The house will be sold. Mr. Ruffe's client's vehicle will be paid in full and then any remaining profits from the sale of the house will be split, 70-30 for the Mr. Ruffe's client. No alimony will be paid. Ms. Cartwright, as your client is still residing at the home, I expect to see a notice from a licensed realtor that the house is on the market within 48 hours. Now all of you get out."

The judge exited back into his chambers and I followed Emma out of the courtroom. Bob passed us in the hall and stopped for a moment.

"Well, that could have been worse," he said to Emma.

"We did ok," she admitted.

"Long time, no see," Bob said to me, giving me the obligatory head nod.

"How have you been Bob," I asked insincerely.

"Better than you, chum," he gloated. "We won't send you an invitation to the wedding."

Bob walked away and I looked at Emma who had her head down.

"What did he mean by that," I pressed her for information.

"Bob and your ex-wife are engaged," she revealed.

"No shit," was all I could muster in response.

"Don't worry about anything," she insisted. "Brooke will put your place on the market and get you good value."

"Thank for everything you did," I replied gratefully.

I kissed her on the cheek and left the courthouse. I headed home and crashed. I stripped out of my suit and lay down on the couch, weaving in and out of consciousness for most of the afternoon. I sat there in my t-shirt and boxers, looking and feeling like hell. I ordered a pizza for dinner, but didn't each much of it. I had no idea why I felt like this.

I polished off 6 or 7 beers as I sat there thinking. I wanted my now ex-wife to be happy and I loved the game. Still, there was time spent there. Good times and bad. She picked me up after I was crushed by my first love. She put me back together and was a good partner. I know she wanted kids but I wasn't ready. Time passed and I could not get my mind right about that. Then the game came along and she called "game over." I was going to be fine, but today sucked.

There was ring of the doorbell around 8pm. The pizza had already been delivered, so I had no idea who this could be. I wobbled my way to the door and opened it. Vivian stood at my front door, staring at me. I looked at her and said nothing.

She pushed past me and entered the house. I closed the door behind her. She looked at me and slapped me hard on the face. That woke me up and got my attention. She motioned for me to follow her, so I did. As we walked through the house, me two steps behind her, she began to undress. She dropped her coat in the front hall, discarded her blouse and shoes in the living room and then dropped her shorts at the foot of the stairs.

I followed her up the stairs where she tossed her bra aside and made her way into the bathroom. She turned the water on in the shower and bent over to remove her panties. I watched her feel out the water and step into the shower, motioning for me to join her.

I tore off my t-shirt and boxers immediately. I climbed into the shower with Vivian as my cock began to grow. She kissed me passionately on the mouth under the running water. After a long session of intertwining our tongues, she pulled back from me and finally spoke.

"I am here to heal you," she divulged. "Emma told us what happened in court today, so Leslie decided I should come over and heal you, here."

She put her hand in the center of my chest.

I kissed her again, deeply. I pulled her to me tightly.

"How are you to heal me," I asked under the running water of the shower.

"I am going to wash away any pain you feel," she answered. "And then I am going to let you make love to me."

Vivian then proceeded to take a wash cloth and wash my body. She paid special attention to my cock, which was fully erect. When she finished she shut the water off and grabbed a towel from the rack on the wall. She dried herself and me thoroughly before stepping out of the shower on the floor. I stepped right behind her and followed her to my bedroom.

Vivian laid on my bed and pulled me down on top of her. She guided my dick right for her slit. I pushed inside of her gently and felt her wetness. I forced my hips to hers to press myself inside her firmly. I was as hard as concrete and I focused on controlling myself as I pressed into and out of Vivian's box. I looked down at her and pushed in again.

She grabbed me and kissed me passionately. Our tongues danced with each other as I jammed my shaft into her pussy repeatedly. She arched her neck and her eyes rolled slightly as she climaxed underneath me. I pressed into her harder and with more force. She moaned slightly as I rocked into her. 

I swelled inside her and thrusted forcefully. I exploded over and over as I reached my peak. I dumped jet after jet of jizz into her sweet spot. I crashed next to her and pulled her to me. I drifted off with her in my arms.

I was awakened by the doorbell ringing. I was not sure how long I slept for but Vivian was no longer in my arms. She was sitting, now fully dressed, at the edge of my bed.

"I like watching you sleep," she whispered. "Don't get up, I'll get the door."

She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I watched her hop off of the bed and head downstairs. I checked the clock, 9pm. I was only out for about 20 minutes. I heard the front door open and then voices. Apparently, Vivian was having a conversation with whoever was at the door. A moment later, I heard the door close and a set of footsteps heading back up the stairs.

I was stunned to see the person returning to the bedroom was not Vivian, it was Brooke. She looked at me curiously. I sat up in bed, which caused me to realize that I was still nude. I pulled the sheet over my lap and stared at Brooke, almost in disbelief that she was here. I wondered why she was a wearing a long overcoat in the summer, and where was Vivian?

"Vivian said to tell you goodbye," Brooke said to me. "I guess she healed you."

"She did her best to try," I confessed. "Is she still here?"

"No, she's gone," Brooke informed me. "It's my turn. I am here to get your head back into the game."

"So you and Vivian are like, good cop/bad cop," I related.

"If that's how you like to think of us," she laughed. "I prefer to think of us as love and sex."

"Could you explain that to me," I implored her.

"For you, anything," she giggled. "Vivian used her love for you to heal your heart. Emma told us everything and deny what you will; we all knew you were wounded today. Now that you are healed, I am going to correct your mind and get your focus back on the game."

She dropped her overcoat where she stood, revealing a red lace bra and matching red lace panties. My cock started to get very firm under the sheet. I noticed Brooke was also wearing red, patent leather pumps with a 4 inch heel. My dick was now rock hard and pitching a tent where I sat.

"I was hoping to get a rise out of you," she remark, pointing to my groin.

"What now," I asked.

"Now, we get your head on straight," she repeated.

She reached around and unclasped her bra, let her tits fall free. They were spectacular, very firm and a perfect proportion to her body. I am guessing they were about a 34C, with large, light puffy nipples. I started to leak from the tip of my tool.

Brooke bent over and slid her panties to the floor. As she stepped out of them I stared at her freshly shaven pussy. I wanted her.

She climbed onto the bed and crawled to me until we were face to face.

"The game is about everyone getting what they want," she stated. "What do you want?"

"Right now I want you," I answered.

"That's too easy," she countered. "I want you to cum on my tits. But, based on what I have been told, I bet you want to cum on my shoes. Do you think we can do both?"

"I don't see any reason why not," I confirmed.

"Leslie gave me a one hour time limit," she revealed. "So you better get to work."

I ripped the sheet off of me and showed her my rock hard cock. She grabbed it immediately and started stroking it. I was oozing precum everywhere. I stopped her and pushed her to the bed. I moved behind her and she lay on her side, giving me a wonderful view of the butterfly tattoo on the small of her back. That was sexy. She had her legs firmly together which made her pussy very tight when I entered it. She was very wet and easy to penetrate.

I rocked my rod in and out of her pussy, watching her play with her tits the entire time. She rubbed them and tweaked her nipples as I plowed her box. I thrusted into her hard and fast as she circled her nipples with her index finger. She arched her head back and moaned. I pumped faster.

I was crashing into her cunt when she spread her legs and began playing with her clit. Her left leg was still on the bed and her right leg was over my right shoulder. I rammed my shaft into her wetness with brut force. She pinched her clit and screamed as she peaked. I loved hearing her little whimpers as she came.

Her box flooded from her orgasm and my cock was penetrating her wildly with the new lubrication. I plunged my pole into her until I could not take anymore. I withdrew my staff and she presented me her shiny red shoes. I stroked it gently once or twice before discharging stream upon stream of milky white cream onto her heels. I gripped my tool tight, wanting every drop to escape onto Brooke's feet.

I came harder than I could remember cumming in some time. The jets of juice kept spraying from my prick. They were full, thick wads of semen and the feeling was mind-blowing. When I was finished I did not move. I stayed there, on my knees, looking at the load I had left on her shoes. It was so hot seeing those glossy red heels covered in white goo that I stayed quite hard. Brooke looked up at me.

"Time for I want," she beckoned.

I reached over and opened the top drawer of my nightstand. I withdrew a bottle of baby oil and poured a good amount over her magnificent tits. She rubbed in the oil as I mounted her, placing my still swollen member between her mounds. She pushed her tits together around my cock and I began to slide it between them.

I slid faster and faster, knowing that I would not hold out long. Brooke bent her head and extended her tongue, licking the tip of my dick on each pump. I thrusted between her breasts and felt wonderful. My next orgasm was close and Brooke took notice.


"Cum for me," she encouraged. "Cum all over me, baby."

I pressed between her boobs faster until I gushed my liquid all over her chest. I left man batter all across her beautiful bosom. I crashed to the bed next to her, spent.

"By the way, I put your house on the market," Brooke divulged.

"You are one great lay," I admitted.

"I know," she laughed. "Wait until we have more time, I will really rock your world."

She stood up and collected her bra and panties. Then she put on her overcoat and turned to go. I lay there, motionless.

"So, can I inform Leslie that you are past this little crisis," she asked.

"Tell her I am good to go," I replied.

She then headed downstairs. I heard her heels on the floor. I then heard the front door open and close. I wondered when I would see her again; I liked fucking her a lot. My eyes shut and I felt peaceful. 



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 13



Chapter 13 – Surprise

I woke the next morning feeling like a new man. I breezed through the normal routine and embraced the day. I got to work early and felt extremely productive. My day was winding down and I was enjoying a positive feeling when the phone rang. I did not recognize the number, so I wondered whether or not to actually pick it.

"Hello," I answered cautiously.

"It's Mindy," she announced.

"Hey there," I responded. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she confirmed. "I am having trouble with Brad, but whatever. Anyway, I really called to tell you that it's Leslie's birthday. She is going to be working late tonight, so I thought you could just remember to call her and wish her a happy birthday."

"Thank you," I said. "I appreciate you letting me know that. I certainly will remember to call her."

"Great," Mindy exclaimed. "She really lights up when we talk about you. I think it's more than this game you all are playing."

"I'm sure it's not anything more than that at all," I lied. "But I will be sure and let her know that I know it's her birthday."

"Ok, thanks," Mindy responded. "Bye."

As she ended the call I was astonished. I was so used to being hung up on that I had no idea how to react to this. I began thinking about Leslie and all that had happened last night. She was in charge of this game and she sent Brooke and Vivian to fix me. She had shown me pieces of her soul and given me amazing orgasms. I wanted to surprise her with something nice.

When my workday was done I headed to the florist and got her a dozen orange roses. I also went to the bakery and got her a cake for one. I was proud of myself. I called the office and got the voicemail system. I hung up and dialed back on Emma's direct line.

"Emma Cartwright," she answered in her most professional voice.

"Emma, it's me," I informed her.

"Hey, you," she responded. "Feeling better today?"

"Much, thank," I admitted. "Is anyone else left in the office?"

"No, just Leslie and I," she acknowledged. "Why?"

"I want to surprise Leslie for her birthday," I explained.

"How did you know," she inquired. "She never tells anyone."

"I have ways of getting information," I played. "You ladies are not the only ones creative in this game."

"Well done, stud," she applauded. "I am leaving in the next 10 minutes, so Leslie will be here alone. The code to get in the office suite is 3445."

"Thanks," I said and I hung up the phone.

I don't know what came over me, but I felt like I was running the game. I had a gigantic ego and felt invincible. No wonder these women like this game so much, this was such a rush. 

I drove from the shopping plaza where I was directly to their office. I let myself in using the code Emma had given me. I had the flowers in one hand and the bakery box in the other as I sauntered towards Leslie's office. I stood silently in the doorway as she had her head buried in a document she was making notes on. I watched in delight. She was a naturally sexy woman and her black hair bounced as she wrote. It was almost charming.

"Happy birthday," I stated, expecting to startle her.

She was not startled. In fact, she did not even stop writing. I was somewhat disappointed.

"Like I wasn't going to find out you were stopping by," she laughed without picking her head up from her page. "You found out it was my birthday, which is not an easy thing to do, so I am impressed. But you were not going to get two victories in one day, my boy."

"Fair enough," I chuckled. "Where should I put these?"

She looked up and her smile went to a look of shear surprise. I guess she was not expecting me to show up with flowers.

"Set them on the chair and I will take them with me when I go," she stumbled through her words. "Thank you."

"You are more than welcome," I responded as I put the cake box and the flowers on the chair as instructed.

"Why orange," she inquired.

"Orange roses represent desire," I divulged. "Similar to how I feel for you."

"That is sweet, but I don't have time tonight," she explained.

"Time for what," I solicited.

"Anything other than work," she fired back.

"All work and no play makes Leslie a dull girl," I toyed with her.

"I am far from dull," she growled. "Plus, I don't have time to do everything I want with you so why start."

"Get up," I ordered.

"What," she asked, confused but stern.

"I said, get up," I repeated.

She stood and I lead her out from behind her desk. I kissed her softly on the lips, then softly on the cheek. I kissed her softly down her neck and lifted her by her hips onto her desk. I slid her skirt up and slid her panties down her legs and over her shoes. I tossed them on top of the flowers on the chair.

"It's your birthday and here is my present to you," I informed her.

I laid her gently on her desk and kissed her exposed bald pussy. I licked her clit and spread her lips with my fingers. I nibbled her clit lightly as she groaned. I licked up and down her lips and inserted my tongue inside her slit several times. I licked in circles around her opening and tasted her juices. She squirmed a little and I continued my circular motions.

I returned my attention to her clit, lapping at it. I pressed my tongue down on it and teased it. I returned to licking her lips and tongue fucking her. She squirmed more and sighed heavily. I lapped at her sexy hole and flicked her clit with my tongue. I held her lips open with my fingers and rammed my tongue inside her repeatedly before pressing my mouth over her entire mound. I pinched her clit between my teeth lightly and flicked with my tongue. 

She moaned and twitched as I did so. I continued licking her wildly, ramming her vagina with my tongue. I wanted to fuck her but it was her birthday, so I ran my tongue back up her lips. I again pushed my tongue on top of her clit and pressed it against her body firmly. She writhed on her desk and increased my activity until I knew she had peaked.

Leslie grabbed the side of her desk with her hand and arched her back. I lapped and flicked her clit until she exploded. She grabbed the back of my head and forced my tongue deep inside her.

"OH FUCK," she screamed as her box flooded with liquid. 

I lapped at it until I was sure her orgasm was complete. She lay there, breathing heavily. I scooped her off the desk and stood her next to me. I lowered her skirt and sat her in the other chair in front of her desk. She looked at me in a haze.

I kissed her on the cheek. "Happy birthday," I whispered.

I left her office and headed home. After all, she did need to get back to work.



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 14



Chapter 14 -- Film School

The phone rang on Saturday morning, waking me. I was being a bum, sleeping in. It was after 10am and I hadn't moved. I was tempted to not answer, but common sense got the better of me.

"Hello," I said as I picked up the receiver.

"I need you here at my house by noon," Leslie greeted me with an urgent tone in her voice.

"Ok, are you alright," I asked.

"I'm fine, but Mindy is out of her mind," she answered. "Just be here at 12."

She hung up. She really sounded frantic. I wondered what in the hell could be going on with Mindy. I got out of bed and the thought consumed my mind as I showered and shaved. I got dressed and had a small bite to eat before heading out to Leslie's.

I parked in the driveway and walked to the front door. Before I could ring the bell the door flew open and Leslie stormed past me angrily.

"What's going on," I inquired as the stomped around the front yard.

"Would you please go in there and talk some fucking sense into those two girls," she requested.

I entered the house and heard giggles coming from the dining room. I made my way through the kitchen and found Mindy and Penny sitting at the dining room table. I turned around and went back into the kitchen. To my delight, there was a fresh pot of coffee made and I poured myself a cup. I then went back into the dining room, where they were still giggling like school girls. I seated myself at the table across from them.

"Would one of you like to let me in on what is happening here today," I solicited.

"I sure would," Mindy answered. "Were making a movie and you are the cameraman."

"Oh really," I pondered. "Tell me more."

"Brad cheated on her and dumper her last night," Leslie said from behind me. I had not heard her come into the room. "So she wants to make a revenge video to torment him."

"And I am supposed to film this video," I repeated.

"That is little miss know-it-all's grand plan," Leslie fired back.

"So what, is Penny the 'creative advisor'," I joked.

"No way, I'm the co-star," Penny interjected.

"Now you can see why this is a bad idea," Leslie stated.

I have to admit, the thought of Mindy and Penny together was hot, but why send that to Brad after he was such a creep. I needed more information.

"Mindy, why do you want to do this," I asked her plainly.

"I want to hurt him, like he hurt me," she answered honestly. "I want him to know what he missed out on. I want him to understand that I am the hottest girl he is ever gonna get and that little slut can't hold a candle to me."

"I get it, you are angry and upset," I admitted. "But think of the big picture here. Once he has this video, he can post it on the internet or share it with friends or use it for his own masturbation material."

"I am not ashamed of my sexuality or my body," Mindy protested.

"That's my fault," Leslie took responsibility.

"This isn't about pride or blame or confidence," I reiterated. "This is about being smart. And we are a table of smart people so let's think about this for a minute."

"Fuck that," Mindy yelled. "We are making this video and I am gonna burn his ass."

"No you are not," Leslie yelled back. "It's time to be responsible and smart, not pigheaded and vindictive."

They continued to argue over the status of the project for a moment while I thought. I looked over at Penny who was sitting quietly now. She caught my stare and just shrugged her shoulders. I had a thought.

"I have an idea," I interrupted their yelling. "How about a deal?"

"What kind of deal," Mindy inquired.

"Be careful where you take this," Leslie warned me.

"Here is my proposal," I began. "We make the video today, but I will keep it. Everyone can take some time to think about it after it's done and you both regroup. If Leslie decides that she can live with you giving it to Brad, you can do it right before you leave for school. If you decide you don't want to give it him, I will destroy the disk. Does that sound fair?"

"That's not bad," Leslie acknowledged. "One question, what if neither of us changes our mind and we are still at an impasse."

"Well, that's the trick, isn't it," I said. "I am sure, that by the time Mindy leaves for school we can resolve this and it won't come to that."

"I will agree to that deal," Mindy declared.

We all looked at Leslie.

"I agree on one condition," Leslie clarified. "Penny keeps the disk, not you."

"Done," I conceded.

"Ok, you girls go up to my room and get ready," Leslie instructed. "You wait here and I will get you the camera."

I sat there and sipped my coffee as all three ladies headed through the kitchen and up the stairs. My thoughts of the video we were about to make consumed me and I began getting aroused. I finished my coffee and put the cup in the sink. I waited in the kitchen, standing against the counter, for Leslie to return with the camera.

After about 10 minutes of being alone with my thoughts, Leslie returned, camera in hand. She walked me through a small tutorial on how to use it and gave me a brand new disk to record on. When she was done, she looked relieved.

"That was a good idea you came up with," she sighed. "Thank you."

"I was just trying to be useful," I replied modestly.

"You did a hell of a job," she complimented. "For today, you will film only. Mindy will direct and you and Penny will follow her lead."

"What about you," I asked.

"I am leaving," she revealed. "Give the disk to Penny before you leave."

She kissed me on the cheek and turned away. She walked out the door and I heard her car start. This was one of those moments where I wondered if things would be different if there were no game. I snapped back to reality. With the camera in hand, I headed upstairs.

I knocked on Leslie's bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. There was no response so I entered the room. I did not see either of the ladies and the bathroom door was shut, so I naturally assumed that they were in there.

A few moments later, the bathroom door opened and both Penny and Mindy emerged. They were both wearing short silk bathrobes; Mindy's was tan with a floral pattern while Penny's was maroon. They both looked great. I raised the camera to begin filming, but Mindy waived her hand for me not to start yet.

"Let me tell you how this is going to go," she said. "I am going to go back into the bathroom. You will begin filming when I open the door. Penny will be out of frame, waiting for me on the bed. I will be the only one speaking during this video and you will be keeping the camera on my face mostly. Got it."

I nodded. Penny then moved behind me and dropped her robe. Her body was flawless as she stood there in the nude. I loved seeing her body. Mindy went back into the bathroom and shut the door. I raised the camera and was ready to shoot.

The door to the bathroom opened and I pressed the record button the camera. Mindy come into view, still wearing her bathrobe.

"Hi Bradley," she began talking to the camera.

She undid the belt on her robe and opened it. She let it fall back off her shoulders to the floor. Her body was awesome. Her tits were small and perky with average size pink nipples. Her stomach was flat and led into a thin strip of hair that was as blond as the hair on her head. I was rock hard in my pants filming her standing there.

"Remember this body Brad? You know that little bitch you're screwing doesn't have this body."

She took a few steps towards the bed.

"Too bad, you won't get to have this body again. And it only gets better."

She took several more steps across the floor, never taking her eyes off the camera.

"There are so many other things you will also never have, Brad."

She moved to the bed and sat down. Penny was already lying on the bed and Mindy leaned down and kissed her on the lips.

"This is my friend Penny. You could have had her too, Brad."

Wow was she really laying it on thick to sting this kid. She leaned down again and locked lips with Penny passionately. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths and I was in complete awe. I knew fluid was leaking in my pants.

Mindy leaned back and spread her legs. Her pussy was gorgeous on camera. Penny dove in and began kissing her inner thighs. Mindy sighed and closed her eyes. I kept the camera on her face, for the most part, as she had instructed.

"You could have been part of this, Brad."

Penny had begun licking her pussy feverishly. I watched Penny's head maneuver between Mindy's legs and I felt like I was bursting through my jeans. I wanted to fuck both of them, right now. I had to calm down. Mindy licked her lips as Penny devoured her sweet spot.

"You never ate me this good, Brad."

Mindy shivered slightly and moaned as Penny chewed on her box. I watched in delight and distress. I wondered if I would actually explode in my pants without being touched. I had a feeling they were going to try to force that to happen.

"Here I cum, Brad."

The camera loved Mindy's face as she twitched and squirmed on the bed. Penny was buried between her legs and Mindy had her hands in Penny's hair, guiding her around her snatch.

"Ohhhhh, my god. FUCK."

Mindy was breathing heavy and opened her eyes. She looked at the camera.

"I never came like that with you, Brad."

Penny then rose from between Mindy's legs and kissed her full on the mouth. They made out sloppily for several minutes before Mindy pulled away to address the camera again.

"I taste good, Brad. Do you miss it?"

Mindy whispered something into her ear and Penny reached over and opened the top drawer on Leslie's nightstand. She withdrew something and closed the drawer. Penny then leaned back and showed me and the camera that what she was holding was a strap on cock. I almost fainted as I filmed.

Penny slid the strap-on over her legs and snapped it into place around her waist. She spit on the plastic, flesh-colored rod and rubbed the spit in with her hand. The plastic piece was at least 8 inches long and 3 across. It was rather impressive. Mindy got on all fours and allowed Penny to position herself behind her.

"Don't you wish that was your cock, Brad?"

Penny pushed the plastic pole into Mindy's box from behind and Mindy jumped slightly from the girth. Penny began to pump into Mindy's pussy from behind. Mindy gasped from the toy rod.

"Oh my, your cock never felt this good, Brad. Of course, it wasn't nearly this big."

Penny was fucking Mindy at a furious pace and Mindy quickly began to peak. Her tiny tits were bouncing furiously as Penny plowed her gash.

"I am cumming again, Brad. You never made me cum twice."

Mindy screamed loudly as her orgasm consumed her. She closed her eyes and was grinding her teeth as another wave of her climax overcame her. She opened her eyes and grunted as Penny plowed her with the fake dick. Her eyes rolled back into her head slightly as Penny pounded her.

Penny finally slowed down and removed the strap-on from Mindy's twat. Mindy turned around and began sucking on the plastic cock. She looked up at the camera again.

"I really do taste good, Brad. You should have licked my pussy more. You knew I was a whore and that I liked it. Now you won't ever get to do it again."

Mindy slid the strap-on off of Penny and put it on herself. She snapped the toy in place and stroked it lightly with her hand. Penny climbed up on all fours and Mindy positioned herself behind her.

"I know you wish this was your cock now, Brad. Because that means you would have gotten to fuck us both today. Too bad, Brad."

Mindy thrusted the plastic member into Penny's pussy. I knew how good that felt and I wished it was my cock plunging into Penny. I was stiff as steel in my pants and I am sure covered in precum. Penny's eyes widened as Mindy entered her. She gasped.

"I don't think you would have made her feel this good, Brad."

Mindy rammed the replica cock into Penny's box with blunt force. Penny was grunting and moaning loudly as Mindy's pace was furious. Penny panted and huffed as Mindy destroyed her vagina. Mindy fucked Penny as if she were hurting Brad with every plunge inside.

"I'm gonna make her cum, Brad. You couldn't do that."

Penny bit her bottom lip and let out a monster scream as Mindy demolished her opening with the strap-on. Mindy rocked harder and harder into Penny until Penny screamed again and began to spasm uncontrollably.

Mindy with drew the plastic rod and took it off. She dropped it on the floor and walked towards the camera.

"Sorry, Brad. Your loss."

She put her hand over the lens to black it out and I stopped recording. I lowered the camera and looked at her.

"Your cock has to be like cement right now," Mindy giggled at me. "Want me to take care of it for you?"

"You can't," I informed her. "Leslie's rules."

"I told you I would have you," she reminded. "And I will. It doesn't have to be today."

She walked past me into the bathroom. I looked at Penny who was still lying face down on the bed. She rolled over onto her back and looked at me. I put the camera on Leslie's night stand and removed the disk. I placed it in Penny's hand and headed for the door. 

Holy shit. Things were getting nuts again. I headed down the stairs and out the front door. Leslie was sitting on the front steps with a beer in her hand. I did not hear her car return and was unsure of how long she had been back at the house. I walked past her and headed for my car.

"How good was it," she called from behind me.

"Do whatever you have to do to ensure Brad never sees that tape," I replied loudly, without turning around to face her due to the massive mountain in my pants.

I got in my car and headed home. 



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 15



 Chapter 15 – Cause for Celebration

Wednesday night was here before I knew it. Work was stressful and busy, while I was wondering when my house was going to sell. My mind was racing as I headed home from work, but whenever my mind worked that fast, thoughts always turned to the game.

I still couldn't shake the images from the video I had recorded on Saturday. Mindy was a dirty little girl and Penny was as consistently as sexy as ever. I don't ever remember jerking off harder than I did when I got home on Saturday. Damn those girls got to me. So did these recent late nights at the office.

I pulled into the driveway around 8pm and headed inside. I turned on the TV and sat for a moment. Before I could even gather my thoughts, the doorbell rang. I quickly made my way over to see who it was. Much to my surprise, it was Leslie. 

I opened the door and invited her in. She had on a white skirt suit with a hunter green blouse and white pumps. I was guessing that she was on her way home from the office. She stepped inside and I greeted her.

"To what do I owe this pleasure," I asked as we headed into the dining room.

"I have something for you to sign," she replied, holding up a brown envelope.

She took out a document and flipped through it to a flagged page in the back.

"Sign at the two flags and your divorce is final," she instructed.

I took the pen she presented me and looked down at the paper. My ex-wife had already signed. I signed my name twice as indicated and dated them. I handed the pen and the document back to Leslie and she smiled at me.

"Thank you," I said. "But there was no need for you to come all the way over here. I would have come to the office."

"Yes, but if you signed these in the office we could not have celebrated," she responded in a very sultry tone.

"What did you have in mind," I asked.

"Payback for my birthday," she answered.

She laid the document and envelope down on the dining room table. She pulled me to her and kissed me deeply on the mouth. My cock started to swell as our lips touched. Our tongues danced and she began massaging my dick though my pants. I was not going to last long if she kept that up.

Leslie then squatted down and undid my belt. She unzipped my pants and lowered them. She took down my boxers and allowed my rigid rod to spring free. She held my cock with her right hand and licked the leaking precum from its tip. She licked the length of the shaft on both sides repeatedly before cramming it into her mouth.

I moaned as she took me in. She worked my pole in and out of her orifice continually. She sucked me intensely and slobbered all over my tool as it disappeared in and out of her mouth. She stroked the base as she took my length between her lips. I got weak in the knees as my climax approached quickly.

I breathed in deep as she took my wand further into her mouth. She pressed her oral cavity as far down on my tool as it would go, taking much of my girth inside her mouth. She repeated this several times and it felt amazing. She could really suck dick. My rod throbbed in her mouth as she bobbed up and down on it.

She engulfed my staff with her mouth until my nuts tightened and I popped. I shot rockets of cum into her throat. My semen exploded inside her mouth and she swallowed every drop I released. She held my cock in her mouth until she was sure that I was completely out of juice.

When she was done she stood up and kissed me on the cheek. I stood there, unable to move momentarily.

"I guess we're even now," she whispered in my ear. "You didn't think I would let you have one up on me for too long, did you? I will see myself out."

She grabbed the document and the envelope off the table and turned to leave. I watched her ass wiggle in her white skirt as she walked away from me. She walked back to the front door and opened it. She disappeared through it and I still had not moved. I discarded my pants and pulled up my boxers. I moved to the couch and sat for a moment or two.

As I was sitting there, my cell phone rang. I picked it up from the coffee table.

"Hello," I answered.

"You taste good," Leslie announced.

"Thanks, you give great head," I complimented her.

"Pack a bag for the weekend, you are going away," she directed. "Be at the office at 5pm on Friday."

I knew it was coming but still, the hang always got me.

As I sat there I wondered where she could be sending me.



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 16



Chapter 16 – Getaway

I left work at 4:30pm on Friday and headed over to Leslie and Emma's office. I had my bag packed and in the back seat of the car as Leslie had instructed me to do. I parked the car and made my way to the office suite. I entered but did not see anyone around.

The door to Emma's office was closed and the light was off, so I assumed she had gone home for the weekend. Penny was not at her desk either, which made me wonder what was going on. Just then, I heard Emma's voice coming from Leslie's office.

"We have been over this," I heard Emma say loudly.

I made my way to Leslie's office and stood in the doorway. Leslie was sitting behind her desk and Emma was standing next her chair, on her left. Penny was seated in front of them and I noticed tears on her cheek. What was happening here?

"Am I interrupting," I asked, announcing my presence.

"No, you're not," Emma insisted. "Have a seat."

I sat next to Penny and rubbed her back to calm her.

"So, is anyone gonna tell me what the fuck is going on," I inquired.

"You are going away this weekend with Penny," Leslie disclosed.

"Really, that is interesting," I replied. "I can't remember the last time a woman cried just because she had to spend a weekend with me."

"You are going home with Penny," Emma clarified. "You will spend the weekend with her parents and see where she grew up."

"That is a very nice thought," I admitted. "But if Penny is this uncomfortable with me going, then maybe I shouldn't go."

"It's not you," Penny stuttered through her silent sobs. "There is no one else I would rather go with."

"What is it then," I asked blankly, not understanding what could cause her to be this hurt.

"It's a long story," Emma advised. "Penny will explain it to you as you drive. That gives you a good two hours to get it."

"Why, where's home," I inquired.

"Just past Fresno," Penny whispered.

I looked at Leslie and she nodded at me.

"Then we should get going," I indicated. "We would hate to arrive too late."

"I don't want to go," Penny growled.

"Penny," Emma yelled loudly. "You know you need to go. IT'S TIME."

Penny stood up and walked out of the office. I watched her go, unsure whether or not to move. I stood up and was about to head out after Penny when Emma gave me some instructions.

"When you get there, after she has explained everything to you," Emma began sternly, "you protect her. Don't let them gang up on her, don't let them berate her. If it gets to be too much, call me and we'll rethink things. I am counting on you to get her through this. You are the only one she would agree to go with."

I looked at her squarely. I kept my eyes focused on hers.

"There isn't a chance I am gonna let anyone mistreat her," I responded just as stern. "You have my word."

"This is one of those important ones," Leslie reiterated.

I turned and exited the office. I strolled over to Penny's desk, where she was seated.

"I am just shutting down my pc," she said without looking at me.

"Pen, whatever this is, I will protect you," I whispered to her.

She looked at me, but did not speak. Tears filled her eyes but did not fall. Her computer shut down and she stood up. She handed me her travel bag over her desk and came around to stand next to me.

"We're leaving," she yelled as she grabbed my free hand and led me out of the office suite.

When we reached the car, I opened the passenger door for Penny and then placed her bag in the back with mine. I loaded myself into the driver's seat and we were off. I didn't say a word and did not turn on the radio. I figured I would give Penny time to collect herself.

We drove for almost an hour before the first word was said. I waited, patiently, not wanting to push her. I need her to tell me, but I know she needed to do it on her terms and in her time. Finally, she broke the silence.

"Remember when I told you that I would explain why the prom assignment upset so much at another time," she asked.

"Of course I do," I confirmed.

"Well, here comes the answer," she prepared me. "I never went to my prom. My father is a retired Army Sergeant. He was in both Vietnam and Korea. He moved around a lot when I was young, but my mother and I did not follow him."

"Why not," I inquired gently.

"My mother is very much a person who believes less is more," she explained. "There were no birthday parties, no prom, no graduations, nothing. There was no need to celebrate, since we all knew what had been accomplished. That should be enough."

"What did your dad think," I countered.

"He was away a lot when I was younger," she sighed. "When he finally got stationed at home, he missed mom so much that whatever she said was law."

"I can understand that, I guess," I stated. "Even with all that, why wouldn't you want to go home?"

"I haven't seen my parents since I left for college 7 years ago," she revealed.

I was shocked. I didn't have to ask why this was the case. I knew the answer was coming.

"I was not supposed to go to college," she clarified. "Mom wanted me to find a nice military husband and get married right after high school. Plus the money issue. 'There is nothing higher than serving a man who is serving our country,' she would tell me. I hated hearing that. I respected what my dad did, but I wanted my own life, my own adventures."

"I see," was all I could muster in response. I continued listening intently.

"My scholarship was my way out," she continued. "They weren't happy about it but they were going to let me go. My father convinced my mother that a chance to play Olympic volleyball was a great service to the country and that I should be allowed to follow that road. Then I met Emma. My parents hated her from the start. They thought she was 'godless' and 'impure,' whatever the fuck that is. My relationship with her burned my mother to the core. They said if I went to 'that school' and consorted with 'that woman', that I shouldn't come home anymore."

"How did you handle that," I asked.

"I was crushed," she confessed. "I cried for 3 days and then packed up everything I thought I would need. The day I left neither one of them said goodbye."

"And you haven't been back since," I repeated.

"Yeah," she acknowledged. "I have called on several occasions but the always said if I still had anything to do with Emma that I should stay away."

"Why have they changed their minds now," I wondered.

"They haven't," she owned up. "But you heard Emma, it's time."

"They do know we are coming, right," I expressed.

She shook her head, indicating that our visit was a surprise.

"Ok, why me," I asked. I had to know.

"I think your heart is worth the gamble," she stated. "So, I'm rolling the dice. Plus, I know you will protect me. You are the only man I have ever felt that with since I left home."

I said nothing the rest of the ride. I was flattered and confused all at the same time. I drove on until we reached Penny's parent home. I parked in front of the simple two-story home. It was a nice looking house, which had obviously been well taken care of over the years. I got out of the car and walked around, opening the door for Penny. I took her hand to help her out of the car. She had redone her makeup and the tear stains were gone.

I held her hand as we moved up the walk. We reached the front door and Penny rang the bell. An older woman, of her early 60's answered the door. She was taller than Penny and skinny as a rail with blonde curly hair that was short. She had on a cooking apron.

"Hello mom," Penny said softly.

Penny's mother threw her arms around her daughter and pulled her close to her in a giant embrace. I let go of Penny's hand and stepped to the side.

"David," she screamed. "David, get out her! Penelope is home!"

As Penny continued to hug her mother, a large figure appeared in the doorway behind them. He was a gentleman in his late 50's, standing at least 6" 4' tall, with very broad shoulders. He had a military haircut, high and tight, which was slightly graying.  He was in terrific shape, easily going 240lbs, but cut and muscular.

He interrupted the ladies hug and embraced Penny himself, holding her tight. He let her go and turned his attention to me. He sized me up for a long moment.

"You must be the boyfriend," he surmised.

"Yes sir," I answered calmly.

"David Smith, welcome," he said, extending his hand.

"Thank you," I replied, shaking his hand firmly. He had one hell of a grip.

"And this is my mother, Patty," Penny introduced me.

"How do you do Mrs. Smith," I said, extending my hand to her.

"Welcome to our home," she responded, shaking my hand daintily. "Come inside."

We all stepped inside and sat at the dining room table. Patty excused herself for a few moments as we made small talk with Mr. Smith. It mostly centered around our surprise visit. When Patty returned she had a tray of glasses and a pitcher of iced tea. The talk was light, it seemed like they were avoiding the tension of the situation. A few moments later that started to change.

"Do you know Emma," Patty asked me, changing one of the paper thin topics we were discussing.

"I do," I admitted.

"What do you think of her," Patty pressed me.

"Dammit, Patty," David snapped at her. "Is this necessary? NOW? I haven't seen my Penelope in 7 years and you want to tear right into this mess. WHY?"

"David, shut up," she fired back at him. "I want to know what he thinks of her. If he is going to be in our daughter's life, I have to know what kind of man he is."

"I will answer, it's ok Mr. Smith," I relieved him. "I think Emma is a bright woman who is very good at business and has a good heart when it concerns those she cares about."

"Well, that tells me everything I need to know," Patty said.

She excused herself from the table and left the room. I wanted to apologize if I had said anything wrong, but I knew I hadn't. It was her issue. Still I felt uncomfortable as the last person who spoke. I was saved by the doorbell ringing.

Mr. Smith rose from the table and answered the door. Into the house came a well built guy, about 2 inches shorter than Mr. Smith but with the same haircut. Penny jumped from her seat when she saw him.

"Hello Pete," she greeted him. She strolled over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Hey Penelope," he retorted. "I heard you were home, so I couldn't wait to come see you."

"Yeah, news travels fast in the world of Patty Smith," Penny snapped.

"I still love you Pen," he pleaded. "Your momma knows that."

"How is Maggie," Penny asked sharply.

"We divorced last year," he confessed. "You are still my one true love Pen. I am glad you came home."

"I won't be here long," Penny scolded him. "She couldn't call you fast enough, could she?"

He finally looked towards me at the table. My presence seemed to catch him by surprise. I stood up and extended my hand to him. Penny took the lead.

"I'm sorry, where are my manners," she laughed. "This is Captain Peter Lewis."

"It's Lieutenant now," Peter corrected her while shaking my hand. "You must be Mr. Right Now."

"It's nice to meet you Lieutenant," I replied, swallowing my pride and the urge to call him a douchebag.

"Pen, you know you are the one for me," he continued, turning back towards her.

"Perhaps we should step outside, son," Mr. Smith beckoned me.

"Will you be alright," I asked Penny.

"I'll be fine," she confirmed. "I need to handle this."

I headed out the door with Mr. Smith. He took a seat on a rocking chair on the front porch of the house. I found it more comfortable to sit on the steps.

"I don't know what you said to get that little girl to come home, son, but thank you," Mr. Smith said to me.

"Sir, with all do respect, it wasn't me," I revealed.

"Emma," was all he said in response.

I nodded but said nothing.

"Son, I have made more mistakes than I care to admit with my family," he acknowledged. "I was a great soldier and continue to be a great husband, but I failed as a father. I am reminded of that everyday that she isn't here. I love her more than I can put into words."

"You don't have to be without her," I advised him. "She loves you and her mother. She is a strong, independent woman. Give her some credit and your trust and she will come back to you. She wants to be a part of your life."

"I am working on that, son," he confirmed. "In years past I would have thrown you out when my wife left that table. This is her issue and it cost me my daughter. That weighs on a marriage. I don't want to take side between them, but I am running out of days."

"Sir, why are you telling me this," I requested.

"Because even though I haven't seen her in 7 years, I know that look in her eye when she looks at you, boy," he disclosed. "She never looked at Pete like that. If you can bring out that sparkle and she chose to bring you here, you are special to her."

"Mrs. Smith wanted her to marry Pete," I questioned.

"Of course she did," he validated. "Speaking of which, I should go check on them."

He rose from his rocking chair and stepped inside. Several minutes later the screen door opened and closed again. I assumed it was Mr. Smith returning but was surprised to see Pete brush past me. He stopped on the walkway and turned to face me.

"I love her in a way you can't," he stated.

"I believe you, Pete," I recognized, looking up at him in my most unconfrontational manner.

"She will be back here without you one day," he continued. "Then she will be mine."

"That is entirely possible," I concurred.

"Don't you respect her enough to fight for her," he scolded me.

"Actually, Pete, yes I do," I acknowledged. "But I also understand that this is a not a situation where I need to fight for her. If you are her choice, now or whenever, then may god bless you both. I want her to be happy, with me or without. Your issue is with yourself right now."

Pete stared at me for a long moment or two. He then turned and walked away. I sat there on the steps. I heard the screen door open behind me and Penny sat next to me on the steps. She looked straight ahead when I turned to look at her. I went back to looking straight ahead again to avoid making her self-conscious.

"Let's go home," she pleaded. "This was a good first step. My father said some wonderful things to me inside. I feel a sense of hope that I have never felt before. Small steps."

"Whatever you want, I will do," I surrendered.

Mr. Smith came through the screen door and stood behind us. We both stood and turned to face him.

"Your mother isn't coming out of her room," he announced. "I will deal with her."

"I love you, daddy," Penny said. She stood on her tip toes and kissed him on the cheek. "We are going to go. I will call you and we can talk."

"I'd like that," he replied softly.

"Sir, it was a pleasure to meet you," I declared, extending my hand to him. "Please extend my thanks to Mrs. Smith for her hospitality."

"Son, I hope to see you again soon," he responded pleasantly, shaking my hand.

Penny grabbed my hand and led me to the car. I opened her door for her and let her in. I then proceeded to the driver's side and let myself in. We pulled away and Penny could not take her eyes off the house. I could not see her face but she was crying. She cried herself to sleep about 25 minutes into the ride. I picked up my cell and called Emma.

"How is it going," she answered quickly.

"It came and went," I advised her. "Her dad was happy to see her but her mom pushed some issues. It was a small step."

"Where are you," she asked.

"On the way home," I disclosed. "That's why I called. Where should I take her?"

"Where does she want to go," Emma inquired.

"She cried herself to sleep when we left," I informed her. "She is still out."

"Take her home, your home," she instructed.

"Will do," I replied. "Did you know about Pete?"

"Did he show up," she solicited.

"I am sure Penny will fill you in," I surmised. "Emma, why was now the time for Penny to go home?"

"Her father has cancer," Emma revealed. "He called me and said it was time. Actually he said it was long overdue. He was 100% right."

Emma hung up before I could reply. I drove alone in the darkness towards home, digesting the evening and this newest information. I glanced at Penny every few minutes, just to look at her beautiful face as she slept. I drove on, thinking the entire way home. We reached my house and I parked. I exited the car and opened the front door of the house. I returned to the car and opened the passenger door. I reached down and scooped Penny up into my arms. I closed the car door with my foot and carried her inside.

I took her straight upstairs and set her down in my bed. I silently exited the room and retrieved our bags from the car. I locked the front door and checked the house before heading back upstairs. I went back into my bedroom and looked at Penny lying there. She was almost angelic at that moment.

I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. I turned to leave the room, content to sleep in the guest room tonight.

"Stay with me," she said.

I turned around without saying a word. I took off my pants and shirt, and then climbed into bed next to her. I held her close to me, her back to my front. We stayed like that for several long moments before Penny turned to face me.

"You were my rock tonight," she whispered. "I have never felt so safe even among such tension."

Before I could respond she leaned over and kissed me passionately. I was taken back but soon forgot everything as we kissed. Penny climbed on top of me as we continued to make out. I tore off her shirt and bra as our tongues danced in each others mouths. She leaned back and removed her skirt. I was swollen in my boxers now and she noticed.

Penny slid her panties off and pulled off my boxers as well. She straddled me and inserted my cock inside her. She was wet and warm, delightful. I groaned at how good it felt to be within her walls. She laid on me, chest to chest and kissed my neck.

"Thank you," she said softly into my ear.

She began to rock her body up and down on my rod. I was blown away by the subtle movements she made and the way it made my dick feel in her pussy. She rocked her hips slightly and intensified the pressure on my penis. She contracted the walls of her vagina around me and I winced with pleasure.

I kissed her on the mouth, very deeply as she continued to rock her body on mine, satisfying my member. As we kissed, I knew I was not going to last much longer. Penny worked her tight frame against my and brought me to climax. I did not hold back at all as I flooded her insides with my juice. Penny continued to rock on top of me as I shot wad after wad into her sweet spot.

When I finished, Penny lay still on top of me. I held her tight, not wanting to let go.

"I heard what you said to Pete," she confessed. "That was the sweetest anyone has ever said to me or about me."

"I didn't mean to get all psychological on him, I just spoke the truth," I admitted.

"I know," she confirmed. "That's why I love you."

"I –" I began to speak but she cut me off quickly.

"Don't say anything," she requested. "Just let that stay out there tonight."

We fell asleep as I was growing soft inside her. The ringing of the phone woke us. We were now on our sides and Penny was still tightly wrapped in my arms. I reached behind me and picked up the phone.

"Hello," I answered.

"It's Emma," she announced. "Have Penny get up and dressed. I am waiting outside to give her a ride home."

"Ok," I acquiesced. I put the receiver back on the hook, knowing she had already hung up.

I turned my attention back to Penny, who was still half asleep.

"Pen, Emma is waiting outside for you," I whispered to her. "It's time to get up and go."




Adventures with Leslie Ch. 16



"I don't want to go," she argued.

"She is waiting," I repeated. "I don't think you have a choice."

"I'm not going," she declared. "I want to stay with you. Fuck this game."

She was being obstinate. If she didn't go there would be some repercussions, I was sure.

"Penelope, I don't want you go," I said to her softly. "But we both know you need to."

She didn't say a word. She rolled out of bed and collected her cloths. She dressed in silence, not looking at me. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and collected herself. As she headed for the door of the bedroom she looked back at me.

"The next time you call me by my full name," she said, "you had better be sure, in the darkest corner of your heart, that you are in love with me. Don't call me that until you are sure that is the case."

She left the room. I heard her descend into the living room and then out the front door. I crashed back to my pillow.

What had just happened? 



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 17



 Chapter 17 – Testing

The phone rang again to wake me from my sleep. Emma had picked Penny up about an hour ago and I had drifted back off. The ringing of the receiver startled me, but I gained my bearings and composed myself.

"Hello," I answered.

"You did a good thing last night," Leslie declared on the other end of the line.

"It was tough," I admitted.

"I know, I am sure it was harder than you care to say," she agreed. "I have your next assignment."

"Nope," I countered, not sure where that disobedience came from. "I think it's time for me to give you an assignment."

"Oh really," she replied in quite a startled tone. I had startled myself as well. "And when did you start making the rules?"

"Now is as good a time as any," I snapped back at her. I was conflicted about the game and my feelings for Penny. Where were these selfish words and angry tones coming from? "I am doing a lot of work and performing above and beyond here. I am the only man in this game and I should have a stronger hold on it."

"If that is what you think, then ok," she conceded simply. I felt empowered. "What is the assignment you have for me?"

"After my performance last night, you should come over to my place and reward me tonight," I informed her. I could not believe my own words. Where did I get the nerve? What the fuck was I doing?

"What time would you like me there," she inquired pleasantly.

"Be here at 6," I instructed her and then I hung up the phone, angrily. Revenge for every time any one of them had hung up on me.

What the fuck was wrong with me? I did not know why I went on that tirade. I knew it was not right nor was it part of the game. Then I stopped for a moment to think. Why did Leslie go along with it so easily? Maybe I was right, I did need a stronger hold on this game and she knew it. Of course she knew it; all I did was cater to the women of this game. I needed to take a stand and I did. I bet it turned her on. My ego was out of control at that moment.

I slept some more and then showered. I threw on a t-shirt and some gym shorts to hang out in, I didn't have anyone to impress. I did nothing productive for the day. Before I knew it, 6pm had arrived and the door bell rang promptly. I answered quickly to find Leslie right on time.

She had on black wrap dress which was very thin, almost transparent in places, and black pumps. She was not wearing a bra as far as I could see. Her makeup was done to perfection, cherry red lips and bright blue eye shadow. She looked great and I was going to enjoy this. She came inside and kissed me on the cheek. I was the man.

"It's nice of you to be so punctual," I stated as we headed to the living room.

"You deserve it," she replied in a sultry voice.

We sat on the couch and I leaned in to kiss her, but she pushed me back playfully. She stood up and walked to the TV.

"I want to watch a movie first," she announced.

She pulled a disk from her pocketbook and put it in the player. I turned on the tube and watched as the movie began.

"Something to set the mood," I asked.

"Oh, I think it will keep you on the edge of your seat," she conveyed.

The movie began and it appeared to be a home video. I recognized Leslie's bedroom on the screen and the camera was focused on a chair in the middle of it. From the left side of the screen, two bodies entered the frame and then came into full view.

There was Leslie, in the same tan, floral bathrobe Mindy had worn in the video I filmed of her and Penny, and with her was Brad. What the hell was going on? Brad had on a blindfold. He was wearing a striped golf shirt and jeans. I watched anxiously, looking between the TV and Leslie, who was still standing and smiling. What the fuck?

On the video, Leslie proceeded to undress Brad, tearing his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. His jeans were discarded along with his boxers. His cock was rock hard and standing straight out. Leslie stroked it several times and then led him to the chair. She sat him down, facing the camera and secured his hand behind him. His hard dick was staring straight at me.

I was confused. What the fuck was this? I could not take my eyes off the screen. Leslie made her way over to sit beside me on the couch. The video continued. Leslie stepped in front of the camera and dropped her robe. She had on a green lace bra and matching green lace thong panties, to go with a tan garter belt attached to tan thigh high stockings. Silver sandals with a 5 inch heel were on her feet. She looked outstanding. My mind raced at a pace that was worthy of a NASCAR track. I was jealous of not being in that chair. Why was Brad there? Especially after what he did to Mindy. Why wasn't that me? I am the man in the game. FUCK!

She turned towards Brad and put her right foot in his lap. She ran her foot and heel along his shaft for several moments. Brad moaned slightly. This was bullshit. Leslie moved around behind him and grabbed his cock. She began stroking it rapidly and then she slowed down. It appeared she whispered something in his ear.

I turned to her as we sat on the couch together and she smiled. I turned back to the video to see Leslie now step in front of the chair and grind her ass onto Brad's lap. She was giving him a lap dance like non I had ever seen. How he didn't cum as she ground her ass onto his bear pole I will never know. Leslie moved back behind the chair after several minutes of the lap dance and stoked Brad's pole again.

This time, she never stopped. Her pace was furious and violent. Brad groaned and moaned. Leslie pounded his pecker viciously and he started shooting cum like crazy. He rocketed 5 or 6 thick streams in the direction of the camera and left the remains of his batch all over Leslie's hand. Leslie finally let go of his tool when he had relinquished all his batter and she moved towards the camera. Then the video ended with a black screen.

Leslie stood up and walked back over to collect the disk from the player. She turned to face me.

"I know you are confused, you have been through a full range of emotions, but make no mistake, this is my game," she broadcasted in tone that was as harsh as she had ever been with me. "Don't ever test me again."

I sat there in silence as her voice was unforgiving.

"As you see, you CAN be replaced," she reminded me firmly. "Don't force my hand."

"I am so sorry," I whimpered.

I was crushed, my ego bruised and my head was spinning as I looked at her and listened. What had I done? I felt ungrateful and truly selfish. More importantly I felt like a hypocrite. I had give Leslie a majestic speech on what the game was and what it meant. Now I was treating her as if she and the game owed me something. I was disgusted with myself and I think she saw that all over my face.

"You have been wonderful so far," she admitted as her voice softened. "More than I could have ever expected. What you did last night was beyond words. So I will let this mistake slide. No penalty. No harm, no foul. I know you won't make the same mistake twice."

I looked at her, as humbled as I had ever been in my life. She walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek gently.

"If you ever pull anything like this again, I will let Brad stick it everywhere," she whispered. "Even places you haven't put it yet. So, let's move on from this ugliness. Ok?"

I looked up at her, with shame in my eyes. What in the hell was I thinking? I wanted to go back a few hours and change the mess I felt I had made.

"I wish you would have taken your assignment today," she continued. "I was gonna do something really special for you. Maybe another time. We will get back to normal tomorrow. Be ready at noon for your next assignment."

She turned and began walking towards the door. I saw her disappear through it while I sat there on the couch, motionless.

What a dumbass I am sometimes.



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 18



 Chapter 18 – House Hunting

I awoke Sunday morning with a splitting headache. After Leslie had left me, I spent the rest of Saturday night drinking by myself. I was a mess of emotions. I was so disappointed in how I acted I couldn't bear to be alone with my thoughts. I filled myself with beer after beer trying to drown the anger and pain inside. Bad idea.

The light of the sun through the blinds was making my head throb. I dragged my ass out of bed, telling myself I deserved this and it was punishment for being stupid. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and went to work out. I ran, biked and threw the weights around in a strenuous workout that seemed to make me feel better. Every time I slowed down I reminded myself how angry I was and I pushed my workout harder.

When I was done, I headed right for the shower. I let the water fall over me and tried to wash away my misdeeds. I was sorely disappointed in myself. I finished the shower and dressed casually, not sure what Leslie had in store for me today. I was ready well in advance of my noon timeline, so I sat patiently and waited for whatever it was that was to come for the day.

It was about 10 after 12 when the doorbell rang. I answered it quickly and to my surprise found Brooke standing there. I opened the door and ushered her into the house. She looked phenomenal, wearing a royal blue tank top and white spandex skirt that fell midway on her thigh. She looked delicious as that skirt hugged her ample bottom and started to spring me to life. Her shoes were 4 inch thin heeled black peep toe pumps. I could not believe how amazingly put together she was. She was holding a folder that I barely noticed as she stepped through the doorway. She kissed me on the cheek and led me into the dining room. She placed the folder on the table and sat down. I sat across from her and waited for today's assignment.

"I have good news and bad news," she said. "Which would you like first?"

"You decide," I submitted.

"Ok, good news first," she announced. "This house is sold. I got you 20% above market value. You are quite welcome."

"Wow, that's a great job, thanks," I admitted. "What is the bad news?"

"Bad news, right," she continued. "The bad news is that Leslie and Emma have decided that you need to find a new place to live, so we will be hunting for that today. Not the ideal way to spend a Sunday, but such is life."

"It won't be so bad," I contradicted her. "I get to spend the day following you around. I can't complain about that."

"If you play your cards right it could be more than just following me," she giggled. "I should tell you, Leslie and Emma decided that you will be renting an apartment for now. So I have two places for you to look at today."

"Why do I have to rent," I inquired.

"Leslie and Emma decided that is the best course of action," Brooke informed me. "This will allow the sale of the house to be finalized and the all of the divorce actions to be executed. Then they have plans for you after that. Trust them."

"I trust them completely," I stated.

"Good, let's go then," she urged as she stood up from the table.

She turned and headed for the door. I followed her closely, locking up after us as we exited the house. I threw my shades on and hoped in to the passenger seat of Brooke's car, a white, convertible 2 seat BMW. It was sharp and she looked hot driving it. She tore out the driveway and we headed to property number one, with the top down. I was growing increasingly hot for her as we drove.

We reached the first apartment complex rather quickly. As we parked, I watched Brooke wriggle her tightly wrapped ass out the car, enjoying it thoroughly. I followed her up the walk to a ground level apartment. She unlocked the front door and guided me through, room by room. It was small and plain, smelling of fresh paint. I looked around but was unimpressed. I hated the thought of renting.

We exited after a short tour and headed up a flight of stairs. We entered a second floor unit in the same building. After another short tour, we exited that apartment as well. It had the same layout as the one below it and I was again disappointed.

"Doesn't seem like much for the money," I stated as we walked back to the car.

"It's really not," she replied honestly.

"So, that is our whole hunt for today," I inquired.

"That is all I have to show you, yes," she confirmed.

We climbed back into the car and drove away from the complex. I noticed Brooke taking a different route than we had traveled to get there. Soon after, we pulled into a nice, new townhouse complex.

"I thought you had nothing else to show me," I repeated back to her.

"I have no other rentable properties to show you," she insisted. "But I may have a deal that suits your style of living until Emma and Leslie put the next phase of their plan for you into effect."

"Oh really, tell me about this deal," I urged her.

"I will do better than that, I will show you," she declared.

We pulled into the driveway of one of the end units and Brooke opened the garage. Only the end units appeared to have driveways and garages. The row of townhouses appeared to contain 6 units. The garage door closed behind us as she put the car in park. 

"Let me guess, your place," I surmised as I stepped out of the car.

"Good guess," she said. "It's nice. I think you will like it."

I followed Brooke inside and on a guided tour of her home. It was very nice, everything was new. There were two bedrooms, one was currently being used as an office but had a couch and a television in there as well. I was impressed and wondered what deal she could have for me. We stood in the kitchen and I finally got the nerve to ask her.

"So, what deal are you proposing," I inquired.

"Why don't you move in here," she proposed. "I have an extra room."

"Is that an option Leslie and Emma will consider," I wondered aloud.

"I can be very convincing," she indicated.

"What do you get out of it," I wanted to know.

"Your cock, anytime I want it," she boasted.

"I am not sure that is in the rules of the game," I insisted.

"Leslie will have rules, but it will be worth it," she explained.

"Ok, pitch it to them then," I agreed.

"Great," she exclaimed. "Let's go."

I followed her back into the garage and was walking past the hood of the car towards the passenger side when she stopped me.

"I need a deposit," she declared.

"How much," I asked.

She moved from the driver's door towards where I was standing in front of the car. She looked up at me and grabbed my cock through my pants.

"As much as you can give me," she growled. "Right now."

She grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to her. She kissed me passionately. I was hard as a rock already because of how hot she was; now she was molesting me vigorously. I stood no chance.

"Fuck me, here and now," she insisted.

I reached around her body and lifted her onto the hood of her car. I undid my belt and dropped my pants below my knees. Brooke had hiked her skirt up and exposed her pantiless pussy to me. I could not wait to be inside her. I place one of her legs over each of my shoulders and penetrated her box.

She moaned as I entered her firmly. She was wet enough to receive me with no resistance. Her pussy felt better than I could ever remember one feeling. I pressed into her twat with my rod and withdrew slowly. She gasped. I pushed in again slowly, teasing her. She looked at me desperately. I extracted slowly.

"FUCK ME," she screamed.

Brooke was not about to wait for me to follow her orders. She lowered her legs off my shoulders and wrapped them around my waist. She used her legs to draw me into her mound. I began to lose balance as I penetrated her. I grabbed her legs from around my waist and unwrapped them. I held an ankle in each of my hands and spread her legs wide to each side, opening her gash widely to my bone.

I rammed my pole back inside her fiercely. I pulled back and rocked into and out of her snatch. I increased my speed and pounded her sweet spot relentlessly. I entered her over and over until she was writhing on the hood of her car. I used her thighs for leverage as I continued to spear her pussy with my cement shaft. I loved the feel of her soaking wet, soft pussy lips and walls on my dick. The more I thought about it while fucking her, the closer I was to cumming.

I slammed her with my cock until she could take no more and began screaming in delight. I continue to press into her as she wailed through her climax. I thrusted again as she shrieked. Her orgasm subsided and I pumped faster. My scrotum tightened as I propelled myself into her twat again. I withdrew and shoved my shaft into her again, only this time I exploded. I blew rocket after rocket of cum into her box. I filled her pussy with every drop of jizz I had in me.

When I had finished Brooked sat up and forced me backwards, causing my cock to fall out of her. I pulled up my pants and buckled my belt. She climbed off the hood and situated her clothing before getting into the car.

"Was that enough of a deposit for you," I asked.

"It will do," she expressed.

I climbed into the car and she pulled out of the garage. She drove the short distance to my house and pulled up in front. I got out of the car and closed the door. I looked at her, still blazing hot in her sexy car. I could have fucked her again right then.

"I guess I will wait to hear from you," I said.

"Start packing your shit for storage," she instructed. "This is a done deal."

She pealed away from the house and down the road.

I liked having her in the game.



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 19



 Chapter 19 – Fall Semester

The next two weeks passed in a blur. I was boxing stuff at home and moving things to storage piece by piece. Brooke had pitched her idea to Leslie and Emma and it was apparently well received. I was moving stuff in over there, small things, but I was not allowed to spend the night until Leslie laid down the rules. So I was waiting on that meeting to happen.

Emma called me to let me know that my divorce agreement had been signed by Judge Franklin and was 100% final. Brooke was keeping me in the loop on the progress of the sale of the house and what the timetable was looking like. Penny even sent me an email to tell me she spoke to her dad on the phone and they had a wonderful conversation. She seemed very pleased by this turn of events. Unfortunately, Leslie had yet to contact me to go over the rules for my temporary stay at Brooke's place. That was wearing on me.

Saturday arrived and I awoke early, looking forward to an exciting day of packing my shit. Thank god the work week was over, but I hated moving. I planned to box up a bunch of things for storage and a few things to take over to Brooke's. With any luck I would catch her home. I liked seeing her, but she was truly a come and go woman. She was always on the run someplace. That was cool too.

As I was midway through filling my third box of the morning, the phone rang. I scrambled among the maze of boxes in the living room and grabbed the receiver.

"Hello," I answered.

"Don't you think it's about time we talked," Leslie asked.

"I certainly do," I agreed. "Les-"

"Stop," she ordered, cutting me off before I could get anything out. "Just be here at 6pm."

She hung up. I knew it was coming. I deserved that one. At least I could see her tonight and express again my sheer regret for the bullshit I pulled the last time I saw her. I spent the rest of the day wondering if the rules for me staying with Brooke would be tough or fair. I was completely distracted as I filled box after box.

I returned home after my trip to storage and Brooke's. She was not there when I arrived, nor was she there when I left. I was slightly disappointed. I grabbed a quick shower and threw on a golf shirt and jeans. I ensured that I was fully prepared for what was to come before leaving the house. I knew it was time to face the music, so I headed out.

I pulled up to Leslie's and there was a large box truck in the driveway. I wondered what that was for. I parked in front of the house and headed for the door. I rang the bell and Leslie answered. She was wearing a black dress that was very flattering on her. Her hair was down and feathered, it looked very nice and her makeup was flawless. She had on black pumps to compliment the dress. I wondered where she might be going. She ushered me in and I followed her to the dining room table, as I had expected. We sat without a word being exchanged or any kind of greeting at all. I was still nervous about the entire state of the game.

"We have a lot of things to cover and I have a 7pm dinner," she started. "So let's get to it."

"Let me start by apologizing again for my mistake," I lamented. "I cannot explain to you how terrible I feel about it."

"Aw," she giggled, "let it go. I told you I was past it when I left you last time. Forget it, I have. We need to talk about more pressing issues."

"Like what," I inquired.

"First, you staying with Brooke," she acknowledged. "This is not a free ticket to fuck my sister anytime you want. The rules of the game still apply while you are there."

"I understand," I confirmed.

"Spend time, get to know each other, be friendly, but no sexual activity outside the game," she reiterated. "Let's be clear on that. I have already made Brooke clear on all of this and she still wants you there. So I will allow this."

"Thank you," I said.

"Oh, sweetie, don't thank me," she responded. "Brooke wanted you there to fuck her all the time. She is not pleased and won't be easy to live with. I am not doing you a favor."

"Ok, are there any other rules I need to be aware of," I asked.

"Not really, play by those and you will be fine," she confirmed.

"Then let me not keep you from your dinner," I acquiesced, as I stood from the table.

"Sit down," she commanded.

I did as I was told and sat immediately.

"We have another issue to discuss," she continued. "An extremely important issue that you are right in the center of."

"What would that be," I pressed.

"Mindy's video to Brad," she disclosed. "We have reached a settlement of the situation."

"That's great," I exclaimed. "What did you two decide was best?"

"This is not easy for me," she explained. "I made a deal with her. A deal that will allow that disk to be destroyed and ensure Brad never sees it."

"That sounds like the outcome you wanted," I allowed. "What did you have to give up to get Mindy to agree to that?"

"I had to concede another point of contention between her and me," she clarified. "I had to let her into the game."

"WHAT," I screeched. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"I structured it so that it is a one time deal," she went on. "One night only. She gets a taste of the game for one night. Tonight. That truck is filled with her stuff and she is off to school tomorrow. So, for one night, she is one of us. She gets only one taste."

Leslie was choking back tears. I could feel how uncomfortable she was with this. I was at a loss for words. I reached over and wiped away the first tear that fell down her cheek.

"Don't look at me," she said, turning her head away from my touch. "You have to be 100% great tonight. I cannot have any loopholes that Mindy tries to exploit. Just give her what she wants. Everything she wants so I get that disk. I have to go."

Leslie stood up and walked through the kitchen. As she made her way to the front door, she had one more piece of information.

"Mindy will be home shortly," she yelled back to me. "You are staying at Brooke's tonight, so head there when you are done. Mindy knows the limits."

She disappeared through the front door. I heard the heavy oak door slam shut. I was confused. How was I supposed to be at my best seeing Leslie crying like that? I was torn. Mindy was hot but she was Leslie's niece. This was complicated. 

I got up and headed to the fridge. I opened it and grabbed a beer. I fired it back, hoping to calm the fuck down as I felt my heart racing. I threw back another before I heard the front door open and Mindy walked in.

She saw me in the kitchen and ran to me. She threw her arms around me and squeezed me tightly with shopping bags in her hands. She withdrew and looked at me, smiling as bright as I had ever seen her smile.

"School supplies," I said, pointing at the bags.

"As if," she replied quickly. "That shit is all packed on the truck. These are supplies for tonight."

I said nothing, I just stared at her. I think she picked up my nerves.

"I told you I would have you," she beamed. "You had better give me your best tonight or I will protest my deal with Aunt Leslie."

"Mindy, are you sure about this," I inquired.

"I am sure that if you don't want Brad to have that disk on his doorstep when he wakes up tomorrow that you had better perform like I have been told you are capable of tonight," she explained. "I am going to go get ready."

With packages in hand, she headed upstairs. I heard her bedroom door close and her feet on the floor above me. How could I do this? I did not want Brad to see that video. I started thinking about the video. Mindy was hot, so was Penny. I wish she was here to help me through this. I went back and sat at the dining room table. I tried to talk myself into this as I waited, but it was a tough sell. Leslie's tears kept creeping back into my mind.

I heard Mindy's door open and then feet on the floor upstairs. She made her way down the stairs and into the dining room where I was seated. I turned to look at her and my breath was taken away. Mindy was wearing a pink lace teddy with thin straps over her shoulders and silver 4 inch pumps. She looked amazing. My head wanted me to rethink this situation but my cock was awake now and starting to solidify.

She walked over to where I was sitting and straddled me in the chair I was on. She kissed me and I could not resist kissing her back. I ran my hands along her back, still being cautious.

"You had better turn the heat up," she insisted.

I kissed her neck and groped her B cup boobs through the pink lace she had on. I was fully engorged in my jeans now. I did not stand a chance. She turned to face away from me and rubbed her ass on my crotch. I could now feel precum leak from my cock like a garden hose. She got off my lap and stood behind me.

"Let's play hide and go fuck," she whispered in my ear from behind me.

"What are the rules of that game," I asked playfully.

"I will go hide while you get naked and come find me," she advised me. "When you find me you get to fuck me."

"Fair enough," I agreed.

I heard her turn and walk out of the dining room. I stood up and ripped off my golf shirt. I undid my belt and dropped my zipper. My jeans hit the floor and I kicked off my shoes. Finally, I discarded my boxers and allowed my raging hard-on to roam free. I turned and headed through the kitchen. I had heard Mindy go up the stairs so I followed her.

I climbed to the top of the stairs and saw both Mindy's and Leslie's bedroom door shut. I knew she was inside one of the two rooms. I checked her room first, opening the door and seeing the inside of the room for the first time. It was very pink, from the walls to the bedspread to the carpet, but it was also empty.

I moved down the hall to Leslie's room and opened the door. I stepped inside, as I had many times before but also found no sign of Mindy. Suddenly I felt a hand on the small of my back.

"Don't turn around," she said. "You think of me as a girl and that is not what I want. Close your eyes. Think of all the women you have had in this room. When I tell you to, open your eyes and hopefully you can look at me like a woman."

I closed my eyes and waited. She removed her hand from my back and I heard her heels move across the floor. It sounded like she was near the bed. I heard a small snap and some rustling. It was only another moment before her voice rang through the room.

"Open your eyes, stud," she instructed me.

I opened my eyes and looked towards the bed. I saw Mindy lying on the bed, the underneath of her teddy was undone and she was rubbing her clit with two fingers. She had her eyes closed now and was moaning in a barely audible tone.

I watched as she worked her fingers in circles on her clitoris. She moved her other hand under her thigh and inserted a finger inside herself. I could feel precum leaking from the head of my penis. I wanted her now. She had pretty much convinced me that she was indeed a woman and I wanted her.

"What are you waiting for, come and get me," she urged me.

I walked to the bed and grabbed Mindy by the ankles. I pulled her to the edge of the bed. She opened her eyes and spread her pussy lips with her fingers. It was too inviting to pass up. I pressed my cockhead to her opening and pushed inside her. She groaned and I took a deep breath as I sank into her.

I pulled back and rocked into her again. I pressed into her pussy over and over. I held her ankles in my hands and pushed them apart, widening her gash for my pole. I rammed my hips forward and back, spearing her pussy. I was enjoying this so much I almost felt guilty. She moved wildly on the bed as I inserted my pole again and again.

"I wanna see you cum for me," I said to her.

I turned up the pace and proceeded to pound her sweet spot. Her moans grew louder and I pumped my pecker into her box again. I pushed the length of my shaft inside her vagina forcefully. Mindy arched her back as I pierced her twat again. She grabbed the comforter on the bed with her hand as she writhed. 

I violently continued to invade her cunt with my tool. I was enjoying this way more than I wanted to. Mindy squealed as penetrated her again. I violated her with my member again and again until she begged for her orgasm to arrive.

"DON'T STOP," she screamed. "PLEASE DON'T STOP!"

I plowed her pussy mercilessly. Each thrust brought us both closer to climax until finally she peaked as I sunk deep inside her. She screamed loudly and buck wildly underneath my pressing pole. She twitched and spasmed uncontrollably as her pinnacle consumed her. Her juices flooded her box and my cock was pulsating as I continued to insert it into her sweetness. 

I swelled rapidly as I watched her cum. My scrotum tightened and I withdrew myself from her pussy. I exploded powerfully all over her pink, lace teddy. I blew surge after surge of white milk all over her lace covered stomach. I left quite a puddle there by the time I was done. Immediately regret sank in. I had been with her mother and both her aunts, this felt wrong to me. I was angry at myself that it felt so good physically.

I breathed heavily as I looked down at her. She was not moving at all, she did not even appear to be breathing. Had she not spoken up I would have become somewhat nervous.

"That was great," she sighed in apparent delight. "Leslie can have the disk now that I have had you. I want you again right now, but that wasn't part of the deal. I will have you again, though."

"I am glad you enjoyed it," I replied.

"Let yourself out and tell Brooke I said hi," she ordered.

"Travel safe to school," I said to her.

I smiled at her and turned for the door. I made my way down the stairs, thrilled that this was a one shot deal, so to speak. I found my cloths were I left them in the kitchen. I dressed quietly and made my way out of the house. I drove to Brooke's.

I parked in the driveway and saw lights on inside, indicating that she was home. I opened the front door and Brooke was sitting at the small dining table waiting for me. She looked adorable in a pink and white cut-off t-shirt and grey sweatpants. I was enamored at how lovely she really was. She held a cup in her hand and there was another across the table from her. I sat down behind the unattended mug and looked at Brooke. I picked up the mug and took a small sip. I was pleased to find it full of coffee.

"Was my niece good in bed," Brooke asked, breaking the silence.

"I shouldn't kiss and tell," I replied. "But I was not entirely comfortable with her, so my judgment might be skewed."

"You seemed comfortable with me when I asked you to move in here," she countered.

"I am very comfortable with you," I confirmed. "I am also glad this was a one time deal with your niece."

She smiled at me. I think she sensed how conflicted I was about the entire Mindy situation and she appreciated that.

"You are a better person than I initially gave you credit for being," she admitted. "I just thought you were like any other guy. Who wouldn't want a steady rotation of sexy women to fuck? It seems like you are more than that, though. I am happy you are here."

She rose from her seat and walked over to me. She kissed me very softly on the cheek.

"I am going to bed," she whispered. "I do wish you were going with me. But soon enough."

I watched her disappear up the stairs. She had a great ass. I then finished my coffee and ensured that the house was locked up. I retired to my new room and racked out on the couch in there. I liked it here and I felt comfortable with Brooke. This was nice.



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 20



 Chapter 20 – Relapse

The ringing telephone woke me the next morning. Being in a new setting and not being sure where the phone in my new room was, I didn't bother to move all that quickly. The ringing stopped rather quickly, forcing me to assume that Brooke had answered the phone. 

I didn't get up; I just laid there on the couch in my new room. My eyes adjusted to the sunlight that filled the room. I was stretching my arms over my head when I heard footsteps on the stairs. The footsteps then proceeded down the short hall towards me. I heard a soft knock on the door.

"Come in," I said.

Brooke opened the door and stood before. She was so good-looking, wearing a tight grey t-shirt and very short green shorts. It was quite evident that she had no bra on. I loved looking at her.

"That was Leslie," she indicated, waving the cordless phone in her right hand. "She canceled our shopping trip today. She's a mess."

"Why do you say that," I inquired.

"Mindy left for school this morning," she reminded me. "I could hear that Leslie had been crying. She would never admit it. I was going to take her shopping to get her mind off of it, but she canceled. She said she had shit to do, but I think she was just hurting."

Thinking about what Brooke had just said was making we very nervous. Leslie was a wonderful woman but she was not the most emotionally stable person. She had reacted very well inside the confines of the game but after last night's deal with Mindy and today's departure, I agreed she might be suffering internally.

"You should go by and check on her later," I advised Brooke.

"I might," she responded. "What are you doing today?"

"I am headed back to the house to pack some more stuff," I declared. "It's not going to pack itself."

"I'm going for a run," she informed me.

She leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. She then headed down the stairs and I heard the front door open and close. I dragged my ass up off the couch to discover it was much later in the morning than I thought. It was already 11:30am and my day had not even begun. I quickly threw some water on my face and was out the door as well.

I reached the house by noon and started to examine what need to be packed. I pulled out a duffle bag and started to fill it with cloths and things I felt I would need in the immediate future at Brooke's. I was thinking about Leslie, feeling a sense of concern as well as empathy. I debated calling her but continued instead to pack shit up.

Finally, after 2 or 3 boxes were full I grabbed my cell and dialed eagerly.

"Hello," she answered somberly. Her voice was low and sounded somewhat horse.

"How are you," I asked.

"I doing fine," she answered very blandly with a big sigh, more flat than I had ever heard her.

"Brooke said you canceled shopping with her today," I admitted. "I was concerned you were down over Mindy leaving."

"I will be fine," she repeated lifelessly. "Enjoy your day."

She hung up on me, but it was a slow hang up, not the usual fast click of the line disconnecting. I was very concerned. I continued packing but could not get her off my mind. As I was filling another box I couldn't help but think about Leslie.

She sounded upset but it was more than that. It was lonely but not just lonely. I was deeply disturbed by her lack of energy. I hated to see her in any kind of pain, but I was not sure what I could or should do about it. I felt like I was in a tough spot. My thoughts and concerns were for her, but I also didn't want to overstep my boundaries. I knew this was different but I was still gun-shy after my idiotic attempt to take more control in this game. Upsetting her any further was the absolute last thing I wanted to do.

As I was midway through filling the next box with crap, the doorbell rang. I wondered who that could possibly be. I wasn't expecting anyone so I had no concrete idea who could be ringing my bell. I made my way through the ever growing maze of boxes and got to the door. Much to my surprise and delight, Vivian was standing at the door. I opened the door and she quickly stepped inside.

"What a pleasant surprise," I stated.

She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. She smelled fantastic, like wildflowers of some sort, and she looked even better. She was wearing a white tube top and very short denim shorts with a thin brown belt. Her hair was teased big and she had on white 4 inch pumps to complete the ensemble. She had on more make up than I remember her wearing in the past, including bright red lipstick. I was awestruck and my groin began to react.

"I was hoping to catch you here," she giggled. "Leslie said it was ok for me to come help you."

"That is very sweet of you," I admitted.

Her mention of Leslie made me think about calling her again. That thought subsided as we made our way to the living room full of boxes marked "His" or "Hers." Vivian grabbed one of the markers on the table and crossed out "Hers" on the box nearest to her. She then wrote "BITCH" on it instead.

"Doesn't that seem more like it," she asked, chuckling the entire time.

"You are being naughty," I chastised her playfully.

"Just you wait," she retorted.

"Well, since you came to help me pack, we should get to it," I urged.

"I said I came to help you, not help you pack," she said to me seductively. "I don't do moving, I do movers."

My cock sprang to life in my pants. I stared at her intently. She walked over to me among the boxes and kissed me passionately. I grabbed her tight ass in those short shorts and groped it feverishly. She released her lip lock on me and squatted right where she stood. She undid my belt and dropped my pants. My cock poked through my boxers until she lowered them and let it spring free.

I breathed deeply as she grabbed my rod with her right hand and began to stroke it. She extended her tongue and ran it up and down my shaft. She lubed my 6 inch tool with her saliva as she licked its length. I looked down at her blonde hair and pretty face, watching her made me harder as she lapped at my pecker. She blew lightly on the tip of my cock as she stroked it firmly. She licked the underside of my helmet and I groaned.

Vivian giggled before placed my shaft between her bright red lips and engulfed my length. She took my pole into her mouth quickly and repeatedly. I groaned as she worked my dick with her bright red lips. She licked the tip again and stroked the shaft. I loved how she did it and my head was in the clouds. She put my staff back into her mouth and swallowed it until she gagged slightly.

As she withdrew it and surrounded it again with her orifice I sighed. She increased her pace and bobbed on my rod with fury. She took it deep into her throat repeatedly as I groaned. My cock was covered in her saliva as she devoured me continually. She extracted my tool once again and began stroking it while she licked and sucked the base of it. She nibbled and sucked my scrotum while she pounded my penis with her hand.

I groaned loudly as once again she swallowed my member. She moved her mouth up and down my shaft swiftly. She took me deep into her oral cavity over and over until I felt my peak begin to arrive. I twitched as she consumed my cock and I reached my climax. I shot jet after jet after jet of hot, white liquid into her mouth. She ingested every drop of what felt like a gallon of goo I dumped into her mouth. I breathed out deeply and looked down at her. 

She allowed my spent shaft to slide out of her mouth and I made my way to the couch. I sat for a moment and looked up at her longingly.

"What are the rules for today," I asked out of breath.

"I didn't get any," she disclosed. "Leslie just said to do whatever I wanted."

That struck me as extremely odd. Leslie always had rules and a method to her madness. This freelance attitude didn't sound right. Why would she send Vivian here with no rules?

"Viv, did you call her or did she call you," I inquired, seeking a direction to several theories running through my head currently.

"I called her," she confirmed. "She said that I could come here if I wanted to and do whatever I liked."

"Did she sound down or depressed," I pressed her.

"I'm not sure," she hedged. "Why?"

"I think I should go check on her," I stated. I pulled up my boxers and my pants, settling them back into place. "She seems not to be herself today at all."

"But I had plans for you," she whined.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I will make it up to you, but this could be really important."

I knew Vivian could not know what I knew about Leslie. I was terribly worried now. I looked around to gain my bearings and headed for the front door.

"Call Brooke and tell her to meet me as Leslie's," I yelled. "And lock the door when you leave."

"You're welcome," she yelled angrily after me but I was already out the door and could not answer.

I thought Vivian might be upset, but right now my focus was on Leslie. I sped to her house in record time, weaving around cars and running lights, praying the entire time that my gut feeling was not correct. I called Leslie's house but there was no answer. I desperately wanted to be over thinking this one. I called her cell phone but it went straight to voicemail. I feared more and more with each passing minute that I was correct in my assumption.

I pulled up and left my car in the driveway, directly in front of Leslie's car. I ran to the front door and rang the bell. No one answered. After a moment I rang the bell again. Then again quickly. Three more rings with no answer. I grabbed the handle of the door and found it unlocked. I entered and quickly searched for Leslie.

I searched the living room, kitchen and dining room with no sign of her. I checked the backyard and saw nothing. I was beginning to feel frantic. I retreated into the house and bolted upstairs. I threw open the door to Mindy's room as I passed but she was not in there. I burst into Leslie's bedroom but she no sign of her there either. I turned to exit but something stopped me. I am not sure what made me check the bathroom.

I opened the bathroom door and there she was. She was sitting on the floor, her back against the wall and her legs straight out in front of her. I looked around and saw an open bottle of pills on the counter. Two pills were on the counter next to the bottle. I stepped over Leslie and snatched the bottle off the counter to examine it closely. They were prescription sleeping pills, with Brooke's name on them. There were multiple pills still in the container.

Leslie finally looked up at me. Her eyes rolled back in her head. I dropped to my knees and was greeted by the stiff smell of alcohol. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and shook her head lightly until her eyes were fully open and focused on me.

"Leslie," I addressed her loudly, "how many pills did you take?"

She did not speak. She held up her index finger, indicating she had taken only 1 pill. Was she lying to me? I was terrified and nervous beyond words. How could I trust what she was telling me?

"Leslie," I directed my voice at her again, "how much did you drink?"

"Aaaa lllot," she slurred. Her head fell forward.

"Do you feel tired," I asked her clearly.

She shook her head no, which I took as a small relief. I left her there and ran back downstairs. I entered the kitchen and immediately noticed the empty bottle of vodka in the sink. I searched the cabinets until I discovered where she kept her booze. I pulled out a few bottles and set them on the counter. I removed two glasses from the cabinet and placed them on the counter in front of the bottles. I filled one half way with rum and one half way with tequila.

I headed back upstairs. Leslie was still seated with her back against the wall, swaying from side to side. I knelt down and approached her with the two glasses.

"Leslie, are you feeling lonely," I asked her softly.

She nodded wildly. I offered her the glass of rum and she took it from me quickly. She put it to her lips and slugged it back straight. She seemed to struggle to get it down, which was exactly what I wanted. She snapped her head back after her last gulp and stared at me.

"Still lonely," I pushed her, praying she would take the bait.

She nodded furiously. I handed her the tequila and she threw it back, with much more difficulty. After several long minutes and short swallows, the glass was only one third empty of what I had filled it with. Leslie looked at me, handed me back the glass and began scrambling across the bathroom floor. She threw her head into the toilet and began vomiting violently.

I moved next to her and held back her beautiful black hair as she heaved her guts out into the bowl. After 6 or 7 forceful streams of puke, Leslie sat back a little and looked at me. I was completely pleased with myself. Now it did not matter how many pills she took. Tears began pouring down her face.

"I'm gonna die alone," she cried, still very drunk.

"No you're not," I contradicted her. "We all care about you too much so I won't let that happen. We need you to take care of all of us and run this game."

I knew she would not remember what I was saying anyway, so I put it out there. She sat there and sobbed loudly. I stood up and grabbed one of the wash cloths on the rack behind the toilet. I ran it under warm water and then bent down again. I wiped Leslie's face and mouth with the warm rag. I put the rag in the sink when I was done and handed her a towel.

I scooped her up into my arms and headed downstairs. I laid her on the couch and grabbed the kitchen garbage can to place beside her, in case she needed to vomit again. She lay there and stared at me but said nothing. I sat on the floor by the edge of the couch as she did not move from it. She drifted in an out of consciousness over the next several hours.

At about 8pm Brooke came through the door and saw Leslie sleeping on the couch and me sitting on the floor next to it. I stood up and walked over to her.

"What happened here," she said.

"Lower your voice," I instructed her. "She needs to sleep this off."

I told Brooke what happened. She looked at me intensely and then hugged me as hard as I have ever been hugged in my life.

"Thank you for caring about my sister," she cried into my chest.

"Brooke," I whispered to her, "despite what you think, I am not the best man for this game. I care about all of you and it takes a toll on me. My tank is on empty right now."

"That's why you are the best man for this game," she replied softly. "When Leslie asked me to play in the game, I asked her what kind of man you were. All she said was that any man with a high sex drive could run around and screw multiple women, but it took the heart of lion to care about all of them too."

I held her for a moment and then kissed her on the top of the head. I released her and told her I was going back to her place, since I had to work the next day. I exited the house quietly and got in the car. It was the longest ride I have ever taken though it was only about 15 minutes. I thought only of what happened and how I reacted.

What could come next? I felt that I was not cut out for this.



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 21



 Chapter 21 – Thank You

I woke the next morning to find Brooke not at home. I showered, dressed and headed off to work, dreading the start of the work week. I pushed through my day in a haze, the events of the past two days haunting me. I half expected to hear from someone in the game, but was unsure whether to be concerned or relieved when I did not.

I went straight back to Brooke's after work. While I was quite comfortable there, I was not comfortable enough yet to call it 'home.' When I arrived I was somewhat surprised to see Brooke's car in the driveway. I entered the house cautiously, not sure what had ensued after I left Leslie's the previous evening.

I found Brooke quickly as she was sleeping on the couch in the living room. I stared at her momentarily, admiring her sheer beauty. Her short blonde hair framed her face on the pillow, perfectly contrasted by the bright blonde on top and the jet black at the bottom. She had on the same casual grey sweatpants, which I was now sure were her favorite lounge attire. She also had on a gray t-shirt that was very familiar, but tough to recognize since she was sleeping face down.

I decided that since I was not sure how much sleep Brooke was able to get the night before, I would not wake her. I proceeded upstairs and changed into shorts and a t-shirt myself. I called and ordered a pizza and started to quietly pull some things out of some of the boxes in my room. I concentrated heavily on not making noise in order to ensure I would not wake Brooke.

As I was making good progress with my boxes, I lost track of time and was startled when the doorbell rang. I grabbed my wallet and headed back downstairs. I paid for the pizza and tipped the driver. Brooke was now awake, though she had not moved from the couch. I stood at the entrance to the living and looked at her cautiously.

"Who was at the door," she asked.

"Pizza, I ordered in case you were hungry when you woke up," I informed her. "I didn't mean to let him wake you."

"No sweat, I'm starving," she stated. "I have been home since about 1 this afternoon, I had just enough time to change into my comfy cloths before I crashed."

She walked past me into the kitchen. I confirmed that the gray t-shirt she had on was indeed mine. She got two glasses from the cabinet above the sink and poured soda into both of them. She carried them to the table and I grabbed two paper plates from the pantry. We sat across from each other and I could see Brooke was still in a small haze. It seemed to clear as we ate and talked.

"Leslie was better today, but way hung-over," she educated me.

"Sorry about that," I conceded.

"Don't be, that was great thinking," she admitted. "I am not sure how many other people would have pulled that stunt, but it was effective."

"I am glad she is ok," I said.

"We all owe you one," she acknowledged. "Especially Leslie, she cried when I told her what you did. She said she is gonna give you the best thank you ever."

"I don't think that is necessary," I stated humbly, not wanting to take advantage of an already complex situation.

"Necessary or not, you are going to enjoy it," she declared.

"You know what it is already," I asked, quite surprised.

"Know, I helped her come up with it," she disclosed. "Trust me. By the way, I hope you don't mind that I stole your shirt."

"Am I safe in assuming that I am not getting it back," I postured.

"Why do you think I said 'stole' and not 'borrowed,'" she laughed.

We ate our pizza and joked. I liked living with Brooke; she was both pleasant and funny. She charmed me with her laugh and she was, of course, just stunning to me. The evening wound down and we watched some television together on the couch. Brooke fell asleep again, this time with her head resting on my left thigh.

I used the remote to shut off the TV and then I scooped Brooke into my arms as I stood. I shut the living room light as I headed for the stairs. Half way up the stairs. Brooke stirred slightly and looked at me.

"Are you carrying me to bed," she asked in her small haze.

"Yes ma'am," I whispered.

"Now I get it," she sighed.

"Get what," I asked as we reached the top of the stairs.

"Why they all love you," she stated.

I entered her room and laid her gentle on her bed. I turned to go to my own room.

"Stay with me," she requested as she grabbed my hand with hers.

"It's against the rules," I reminded her.

"It's not," she contradicted me sternly. "Sex is against the rules, other than that, we are fine."

"You want me to stay but not have sex with you," I questioned, slightly confused by her request.

"Oh no," she disagreed. "I want to have sex with you, but I will take what I can get. Stay and hold me."

I couldn't move. Her brilliant blue eyes melted me. She was that princess in all those fairytales I heard as a kid. I would climb a tower to rescue her if she wanted. I was falling like a rock for her. This had me conflicted. I cared for the women of this game and had a very strong bond with Penny, but Brooke was capturing my heart. This was dangerous.

I lay down next to Brooke and pulled her close to me. Her hair smelled like summer. It was pleasant and it captivated my mind for a moment. It was quiet for a while before we spoke.

"Do you know where everyone in the game stands," Brooke solicited.

"I know Vivian has very deep feelings for me," I confessed. "Penny and I have a strong bond of loyalty and Leslie feels safe with me."

"What about me," she asked.

"Instead of me guessing, why don't you just tell me about you," I prompted her.

"I was wrong about you," she declared. "You have the heart of a lion and it's melting the ice on mine."

"Why would you say you had ice on your heart," I inquired.

"Bad scars and poor decisions left me that way," she confessed. "I got cold and manipulative to protect myself. The more I am around you, the more I want to believe in someone else again."

That was a lot of pressure for her to throw on me, but I didn't mind. I pulled her closer to me as we drifted off to sleep. The rest of the week raced by. Work was chaotic and every night at home was more educational about who Brooke was and what she needed from this game. She was beautiful both inside and out when she let her guard down. We were sleeping together every night, but not having sex. That arrangement came without pretense or pressure thanks to the structure of the game. It was quite liberating.

Brooke kept me informed on how Leslie was doing, but I was thrilled and relieved when I finally heard from her myself on Friday afternoon. The phone rang at my office and I knew it was her when I saw the office number in my caller id.

"How are you," I asked as I picked up the receiver.

"Better, thanks to you," she admitted. "Thank you."

"No need to thank me," I conceded. "I did what I thought was right. You matter to all of us, so being without you is not an option I want to explore."

"That is so sweet," she replied, sniffling. I assumed she was crying and still somewhat fragile. "I am going to thank you anyway. Tomorrow at 8pm. My house."

She hung up. I wondered this time if it was the game or if she ended the call so I would not be able to tell that she was still emotional. I was truly glad she was ok but now I was conflicted again. I was starting to feel something real for Brooke but I was also looking forward to whatever the game held for me tomorrow. I was not able to determine in my own mind if it was wrong to feel both things.

I was excited to see Brooke when I got home but she was somewhat quiet. I debated asking her if we could sleep separate tonight, but thought better of hurting her feelings. I was only home a few moments when she asked me if we could sleep separate, since she had to get up early tomorrow. That made things much easier. She was one of a kind, I really believed that.

The next morning when I awoke, Brooke was already out of the house. I was unsure where she went but I knew I need to get ready for this evening. I went for a run and then watched a movie. I drifted off on the couch late in the afternoon and when I awoke I had lost track of time. It was 6:45pm. I needed to get a move on. I showered and dressed quickly, noticing that Brooke had not been home all day. I wondered where she might be. I got out the door just in time to be at Leslie's by 8. I pulled up in front of her house and made my way to the door, relieved that I was not late. I rang the bell and waited.

Leslie answered the door after a moment. Her eyes started to tear up when she saw me. I stepped into the house and she closed the door behind me. Then she threw herself into my arms and hugged me tightly. She released me and looked at me longingly.

"Thank you," she said softly. "What you did was above and beyond."

"Stop," I ordered her. "You don't have to thank me anymore. I get it, you are grateful. Next time, call me first and we'll have a cup of coffee before you melt down."

She threw herself back into my arms and squeezed me tightly again. I held her for several long moments. She pulled back from me and looked at me again, this time with tears filling her eyes.

"Why do you care about me like this," she asked. "You haven't known me that long."

"I care because you care," I revealed. "You cared enough to take the pressure and responsibility of this game, so I am responsible to care about you, like I care for everyone else in this game."

"Ok, speaking of the game," she declared, "I have an assignment for you today. It's a thank you assignment. Meet me in my room in 10 minutes."

She bolted up the stairs and I heard the door to her shut. I walked into the kitchen and looked around. There wasn't much to be seen, so I got a bottle of water from the fridge and began drinking it. I leaned against the counter, alone with my thoughts as the moments passed. Leslie was a good woman, but her emotions were a wreck right now. I wanted to help and tried to think of little things to do. I finished my water and cleared my head the best I could.

Before I knew the 10 minutes had passed. I headed up the stairs and made my way to Leslie's room. I knocked on the door then pushed it open gently. Leslie was nowhere to be found but the bathroom door was shut, so I naturally assumed she was in there. I waited patiently until she finally emerged. She was still dressed casually in the tank top and jeans she answered the door in. I looked at her curiously.

She closed the bathroom door behind her and walked over to me. She extended her neck and kissed me gently on the cheek. She walked away from me and shut the bedroom door behind her as she exited. I wondered what was going on.

The bathroom door opened and both Brooke and Penny appeared before me. They were both wearing string bikini's which highlighted there fantastic figures. Brooke's was white with blue polka dots and Penny's was red. Brooke had on white peep toe pumps and Penny was wearing red patent leather pumps. My cock started to swell as soon as I saw them.

They approached me slowly, seductively. Penny stepped behind me and began removing my shirt, pulling it over my head. Brooke knelt in front of me and undid my belt. She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. She removed my shoes, socks and jeans in a hurry. Penny then knelt behind me and ripped down my boxers. She tossed them aside as I stood between these two gorgeous women now completely naked. My rock hard rod was at full mast and throbbing fiercely.

Brooke lay on her back on the floor in front of me while Penny stood behind me once again. Brooke began caressing my dick with her sexy shoes. I was so turned on I began leaking precum instantly. Penny reached around me and started to stroke my tool, releasing more and more clear liquid. Penny jerked me off faster, ramming my pole with her hand. I was so turned on by this. I stood as still as possible as she pounded my pecker with hand. She yanked, pulled and tugged my shaft until it swelled inside her hand. Brooke put her sexy pumps right in front of my tool as Penny manipulated my load right out of me.

I came powerfully all over Brooke's white peep toe pumps. I rocketed stream upon stream of man milk on to them. It was quite a sexy sight, which was amplified when Penny moved over towards Brooke and licked her shoes clean of my jizz. I was so turned on by this I wanted to cum again.

Brooke stood up and Penny took her place lying on the floor in front of me. Brooke knelt next to me and grabbed my cock with her hand. She began pumping it rapidly. I knew this was not going to take long after what I just saw Penny do. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes as Brooke worked my rod with her hand. My nuts tightened as she jerked me off violently. 

My second orgasm was intense. I shot 4 medium spurts of semen onto Penny's sexy red pumps. I stood there shaking as Brooke released my dick from her grip. She leaned down and licked Penny's shoes clean. I watched with great delight until I got a head rush and lost my balance. I staggered slightly and made my way to the bed. I sat down on the edge and stared at the two of them.

They smiled at me as they both stood up and disappeared back into the bathroom. I waited several minutes and they reappeared, now fully clothed. I was again confused. They walked over to where I was sitting and each kissed me on one cheek. They turned without a word and left the room, leaving the door open as they went. I sat there completely bewildered. I lay back on the bed and drifted off.



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 22



 Chapter 22 – The Proposal

I woke the next morning and felt a pair of arms around me. I looked over my shoulder to see Leslie holding me tight. She looked delightful as she slept. I cleared the haze in my head as I laid there in the sunlight. I looked back at Leslie again, though this time her eyes were open.

"Morning," she whispered. "I hoped you liked my thank you."

"I did very much," I confirmed.

"Good, now it's my turn to thank you personally," she said. "Don't move."

Leslie pushed me flat onto my back and she climbed up on top of me. This was the first moment when I realized she had nothing on. I looked up at her and she was beautiful to behold. I smiled as she leaned down and kissed me softly on the mouth. She leaned back and grabbed my cock. She stroked it softly until it began to swell to her touch. I groaned as my rod stiffened. I was delighted when she lifted her hips and guided my member insider her soaked snatch.

She rocked her hips and worked my tool while it was inside of her. She grabbed my hands with her and locked her fingers with mine. She pinned my arms to the bed and began moving her midsection faster on mine. She pushed herself up and down on my pole. It felt amazing and it was more intense because we did not speak. She worked me powerfully.

Her tits were hanging above my face as she swayed up and down my shaft. I was throbbing inside her box as I stared at her gorgeous breasts. She increased her speed and pushed me to the limit. She groaned loudly as I exploded in her pussy. I flooded her with my juice. I sent shot after shot into her gash. What a wonderful feeling. She tightened her grip on my hands as she continued to pump herself on top of me. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she climaxed. She shook forcefully before crashing to the bed next to me.

I pulled her to me and held her there in the quiet. We both breathed heavily but did not ruin the moment with words.

"How did you meet Emma," she broke the silence about 15 minutes later.

"By accident really," I admitted. "I rear-ended her car in front of my office."

"Seriously," she asked in disbelief.

"100% truth," I admitted. "We were exchanging information and instead of her insurance card she handed me a note that said 'If you fuck me I will forgive you.'"

"That is so Bill's influence on her," she giggled. "Boy did you luck out."

"No shit," I agreed. "What's up with her and Bill?"

"Bill ended that game the only way the game can end nicely," she revealed cryptically. "They have stayed great friends and he sends us a lot of clients."

I kissed her on the back of the head.

"I guess I shouldn't lay here and waste the day," I suggested, as I began to move.

"I have to ask you something," she stopped me by grabbing my wrist lightly and keeping my arms around her. "What would you think if we got married?"

Had I just heard her correctly?

"What," I replied in complete shock that bordered on disbelief.

"We would still play the game," she insisted, lying there calmly. "But you would live here. It's really just some formal paper work."

"Wow, that is, um, I don't know," I stammered, not being able to even find words.

I sat up in bed and looked down at her.

"Quit that," she laughed, thinking I was playing with her. "I am serious. Let's get married. You are my rock and you have to admit we are good together in bed."

"I agree, we are great together in bed," I concurred. "But marriage is a big step. I just ruined my first marriage by playing this game. I am not sure that is the best situation for me to be in right now."

"We can take care of each other," she explained, confident that she was laying out a great plan. "Wouldn't it be nice to have that someone to come home to after a bad day or a good experience in the game? We could be each other's someone."

"Leslie, you are beautiful," I stated clearly. "You are smart, intelligent, and very sexy. I care greatly for you, but do you really think this is a good idea?"

"You're right," she declared. "I am all of those things, so why wouldn't you scoop me up if you had the chance? Why don't you think about it and have an answer for me Friday night. I personally think it is a brilliant idea and after some time I think you will see that."

I stepped out of bed and dressed, staring at her the whole time. My head was pounding. Her words continued to echo in my ears.

"What's Friday night," I inquired as I put on my shirt, dressing because I was too terrified to stay and discuss this marriage idea any further.

"My Halloween party," she acknowledged, smiling. "Be here at 7pm. Costumes are optional."

"I will see you then," I said politely as I exited the room.

Everything was spinning. What had she just asked me? I needed air. I got to my car and headed back to my house to get the last few boxes. I needed a distraction to keep me from thinking of her proposal. This was crazy. She was crazy.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON? 

I hyperventilated as I drove. Surely I was going to be able to think of nothing else until I saw her again.



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 23



 Chapter 23 – Hell-oween

How could one simple question throw life into such a whirlwind? My week had been a nightmare. I had not eaten all that much due to a severe lack of appetite. I hadn't slept all that much either. I spent the week in my own room instead of sleeping next to Brooke for fear that I would bother her with my restlessness. I also didn't want her to sense that something was wrong. Her sister's proposal was haunting me.

I couldn't focus at work; I was drifting off into space while driving. I was a complete mess because of what Leslie had put out there. I had no idea how I was going to handle her party and her apparent request for an answer. As Friday approached I was in a state of mass hysteria and confusion.

I had to admit, Leslie's argument was convincing. She was beautiful, talented, and smart and would make a great partner. She needed to be taken care of emotionally but she was a flamethrower in the bedroom. The thought of sharing my life with her and still being allowed to play the game was entirely appealing. She needed protection and security, while I needed self-confidence and warmth; these were certainly things we could help each other with. I did genuinely care for her.

Then there was the flip side of all that. All the what-ifs. I had just ruined a marriage by being part of this game; did I want to do that again? Was I ready to be married again? Did I love Leslie or did I just long to take care of her or was it strictly empathy I felt? How could she put me in this position? What if I said yes and she got to clingy and ended the game? What if I said no and she was too insulted and ended the game? 

HOLY SHIT!

My mind was racing like Jeff Gordon at Daytona. This was insane. The week flew by and Friday was here in no time. My thoughts betrayed me as Brooke sensed something was not right on Friday morning before I left for work. It felt like she thought I was angry with her or something like that. It's funny how we always put things going on around us in terms of ourselves.

I arrived at Leslie's right on time. Part of me wanted to arrive early and hash this situation out with her. Part of me wanted to not go at all since this was tormenting me so much. I rang the doorbell and Emma answered, looking lovely. She had on a simple black dress and black pumps, very elegant. Her hair was down and her smile still got to me. I entered the house and kissed her on the cheek.

"You still take my breath away," I whispered as I pulled my face away.

Thank god I said it as low as I did because I then noticed Jack standing beside me. I was not expecting him to be there. I assessed the situation, noticing there were a lot of people there. 

"Another prospective client function," Emma said to me softly.

I moved into the kitchen and saw that no one had a costume on, so much for Halloween. I found Penny by the glass doors that led to the backyard. I knew to stay close to her, she kept me feeling safe. Leslie made her way over to me as I opened a beer and made some small talk with the couple that Penny was standing with. This was nuts.

"Don't worry, I have something special planned for later," Leslie said to me as she kissed me on the cheek to greet me.

I wondered what that could possibly mean. I was not looking forward to this conversation at all. As she walked away, I further surveyed the rooms of the house that I could see from where I was standing, there were a lot of people there. I milled around, trying to find Brooke.

After several rooms and some time passing, I finally caught a glimpse of her. She was standing out back on the patio with a man and women. They appeared engaged in a deep conversation so I decided against joining them. I wanted to tell her so badly what I was going through, but didn't want to bother or burden her. I watched her talk for several moments and then made my way back into the living room.

Before I could attempt to locate anyone, Emma grabbed me by the arm and began pulling me across the room with her. She introduced me to a lovely couple, Jim and Heidi Weiss. He was in his mid 30's with an average building for a blue collar guy, a shade over 6 feet, black hair with very little grey and a full mustache. She was a firecracker. 5 feet 1, only about 80 pounds of her with very high, curled blonde hair and a lot of makeup, probably about 5 years younger than her husband. Jim was a private developer and was looking for a law firm to do business with. While business was the initial topic, Emma quickly steered us to sports where, quite surprisingly, Heidi was well versed.

It turns out that Heidi was a gymnast at UCLA and was an Olympic alternate in 2000. She knew a lot and kept me well distracted for quite a while as we talked. Baseball, football, hockey, basketball, golf, tennis – Heidi kept up with me on all of them, especially the NFL. Jim had Chargers season tickets so she could wear her powder blue jersey to the games. She was totally charming and I lost myself in our discussion.

I was so mesmerized by my conversation with Heidi that I did not notice that almost two hours had passed. As I now looked around there were only a few people left, as the party had started to dissolve. I was now only half listening to what Heidi was currently saying about the Chargers defense. My attention was focused on what was going on around me again after I had lost myself in this conversation for quite a while. The scene was now very complicated, once again.

As I looked around the living room, I saw Emma still speaking with Jim, while Brooke, Penny and Vivian were seated together on the couch. All of there eyes were on me. Leslie was saying goodnight to another couple at the front door, leaving Jim and Heidi as the only remaining guests. I was too aware of all the looks I was receiving to get lost in the conversation with Heidi again.

I was quite relieved when Jim announced that it was time for him and Heidi to call it an evening. They said their goodnights and made there way to the door where Leslie was waiting for them. After she saw them out, she returned to the living room.

"Tonight was another success," she announced to us all.

"You did great," Emma said to me. "You kept Heidi busy enough for me to get a commitment from Jim. She is usually the roadblock, but you handled her well."

"It looked like Heidi wanted to handle him right back," Penny chuckled.

"We have to use our assets to our advantage," Emma reminded her.

"Where's Jack," I asked her, remembering the look he gave me when I arrived.

"He went home to relieve the babysitter since Lola was not feeling well," she admitted.

"I hate to interrupt," Leslie declared, "but I think it's time we had some fun."

"Good idea," Vivian agreed.

"What's on tonight's menu," Emma inquired.

"It is a Halloween party," Leslie reminded us. "So, let's have a costume contest. Vivian, Brooke, Penny and I will all go get dressed and you two can be the judges. The winner gets him for 15 minutes."

All three women on the couch immediately voiced their support for this plan. Leslie led them up the stairs as Emma and I took a seat on the couch and waited for our contestants to be ready. We sat laughing and talking for several minutes when I decided I needed clarification on something.

"Are you ever coming back to the game," I asked her bluntly, intoxicated by the way she looked tonight.

"I already told you maybe someday," she reiterated. "But it's not going to be today."

"I remember you saying that," I confessed. "But, it's different now. I am a little confused about a lot of things going on and you would have a great calming impact to the game. I think you would see that if you jumped back in."

"I don't know if I could come back without being in charge," she revealed. "I love Leslie and if this is helping her, I don't want to take it away."

Before I could verbalize my next thought, our first contestant arrived in front of us. It was Penny and she looked awesome. She had on a red spaghetti strap lace top that ended well above her belly button and red lace micro shorts. She had red devil horns on her head and was holding a plastic red and black pitchfork. She had red, patent leather pumps on her feet to compliment the outfit. I was blown away. Emma and I agreed to score each girl on a scale of 1-10 for how they looked. We agreed to each score them independently and then compare notes when we were done. For Penny I immediately wrote down a 9.5 as a score. She was going to be tough to beat for me.

Vivian was the next one to saunter down the stairs. As she made her way into the living room I chuckled to myself, thinking how appropriate her costume was. She looked terrific in a white tube top and sheer white mini skirt. She had on plastic white wings with a golden halo above them, which was slightly tilted to the right side. On her feet were white 4 inch sandals. She was completely lovely and very appropriate as the angel of the game. I only scored her at an 8 because Penny had set the bar very high.

Brooke was the next one to make her way into the living room. She looked ravishing. She was wearing a short black dress with puffy shoulders and a wide skirt over which there was a maid's apron. She had on black fishnet stockings and black patent leather peep toe pumps with a thin wooden heel. She was holding a feather duster in her hand and she smiled as she twirled around in front of me. She took my breath away. I glanced from her back to Penny before writing down a score of 9. Penny was still leading on my card.

Finally, Leslie appeared before us and Emma began giggling. She could not control herself; she was laughing and trying to hold it in. I looked at Leslie who was wearing a uniform from Hooters. She had on the white tank top and shiny orange shorts. She was also wearing tan pantyhose and instead of sneakers, she had on white pumps. I thought she looked great, a little hokey for the contest but great nonetheless. I could feel Emma still shaking with laughter beside me. I wrote down a score of 8, most because I had never scored with a Hooters girl before and that would be hot.

The ladies all looked at us and Emma looked at me. We exchanged glances and could not get on the same page at all. I had no idea what she was thinking.

"Let's go in the kitchen and decide," Emma said to me, still not able to control her laughing fit.

She stood from the couch and led the way into the kitchen. I followed, still wondering what the hell was so funny.

"What are you laughing at," I asked as we entered the confines of the kitchen.

"Leslie used to work at Hooters in college," she laughed riotously. "That is her actual uniform and I can't believe it still fits."

"That is cool," I admitted, sounding like a horny 12 year-old. "How did you score it?"

"I had Penny at 9, Vivian at 8, Brooke at 9.5 and Leslie at 1," she revealed.

"Leslie at 1," I repeated. "That's not fair. You are a very harsh critic. Actually, we have a tie. I have Penny at 9.5 and Brooke at 9."

"Oh, that complicates things," she stated. "Brooke looked so great that I wanted to fuck her myself. What do you think we should do about this dilemma?"

"You call it," I deferred to her. "It's certainly not fair if I choose."

"Ok, let me go look at them again," she said as she headed back into the living room. 

I stayed in the kitchen and waited. While I was waiting, Leslie made her way into the kitchen and opened the fridge. She retrieved a bottle of water for herself and then turned to me.

"I hope you picked me so we can discuss our situation," she said to me.

"Leslie, I am not sure what our situation is," I admitted. "You have me all wound up."

"It's not that big a deal," she downplayed it. "Like I said, it's paperwork and a mailing address."

"Leslie, it's more than that and you know it," I challenged her. "Any marriage is more than paperwork and a mailing address."

"Marriage," Vivian interrupted us. "Who is getting married?"

"Hopefully, the two of us," Leslie informed her. "I asked him to marry me."

Vivian's face was in full shock, as was mine. I could not believe Leslie had just come out so freely with that information. I could not rationalize how to respond to her.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH," Vivian screamed at her.

"Fuck You," Leslie fired back. "This has nothing to do with you. I was sharing that information to be courteous. Don't act like a child Vivian."

"This has a lot to do with me," Vivian countered. "I am in love with him and you know it. Why would you do something like that? Don't you care about anyone but yourself?"

"I need him to make me feel safe," Leslie disclosed. "I am not safe with myself. The game can go on after we are married. Everyone wins here."

"SELFISH CUNT," Vivian screamed as she slapped Leslie across the face, resulting in the loudest crack of skin on skin that I have ever heard.

Leslie crumbled to the kitchen floor beneath the force of the blow. Emma, who had now reentered the kitchen, quickly knelt down to check on Leslie. I stared at Vivian in complete disbelief. Leslie insisted she was alright and Emma helped her get to her feet.

We all stood there, Leslie holding her cheek, without saying a word. Leslie suddenly burst past Emma and shoved Vivian backwards, causing the small of her back to crash into the kitchen counter. I caught Vivian as she started to fall to the floor and Emma restrained Leslie.

"You can't run this game half as good as my sister, bitch," Vivian yelled at Leslie as I scooped her up from her knees. Emma motioned with her head and I escorted Vivian into the living room.

I sat Vivian on the couch while both Brooke and Penny were staring at us. I said nothing, though I continued to stare at Vivian. A moment later, Emma and Leslie reappeared. Emma sat Leslie across the room and looked at me.

"What the fuck is going on," Emma inquired openly.

"Fuckface over the asked him to marry her," Vivian revealed.

All eyes were now on Leslie. She did not speak, she simply nodded.

"Did you say yes," Penny asked me, her voice cracking and tears starting to form in her eyes.

"I didn't say anything," I admitted, feeling now like a coward.

"What were you going to say," Brooke asked, also looking quite emotional at that moment.

"I was going to say that I am not marriage material right now," I mustered up. "I just ended one because I played this game. I have to get comfortable with myself before I ask someone else to get comfortable with me forever. This game is not only about me. I care for each of you greatly and a proposal like that is just too much pressure. Leslie, I am sorry."

"Too bad for you," Vivian mocked Leslie.

Leslie bolted from her seat to get at Vivian but I was able to intercept her and move her back away from Vivian. Vivian, though, took advantage of my restraining Leslie and mocked her further.

"Boo hoo, poor you," Vivian laughed at her. "Guess you are not getting what you want."

"Shut the fuck up, Viv," Emma said to her sharply.

"Yeah, bitch, let's see when you get to see him again," Leslie snarled. "Remember, it's my game."

Tears were streaming down Penny's cheeks now. Brooke turned and walked out of the room, heading up the stairs. I put Leslie back in the chair she had been sitting in and released her. As I turned towards Penny, Vivian bolted to get at Leslie. I intercepted her before she could get to Leslie, but Leslie stood up from the chair she was in and slapped Vivian in the face while I restrained her.

"Payback, bitch," Leslie laughed.

Emma grabbed Leslie and forced her backwards, creating space between the two volatile women.

"Take Vivian home," Emma instructed me.

"Bye, bitch," Leslie yelled at her. "Remember it's my game."

"Not anymore," Emma corrected her firmly and loudly. "We have a mess on our hands, not a game right now. Everyone go home."

I grabbed Vivian by the hand and led her out of the house, stopping only to grab her purse on the way to the door. We got in my car and I drove her to her condo complex. She did not say a word on the ride and when we reached the complex, she exited the car without as much as a sound. I watched her walk up the stone sidewalk towards her building and debated following her, but decided against it. When I saw that she had opened her front door and was safely inside her unit, I headed home.

When I reached Brooke's, her car was in the driveway. I parked and headed inside. As I came through the door I could see Brooke was seated at the kitchen table. She had a coffee mug in her hand and there was one on the table across from her as well. I closed the door and took the seat across from her. She was now wearing my gray t-shirt and her gray sweatpants. She looked so huggable when she was dressed like that.

I stared at her and drank the coffee in front of me. She did not say a word to me, so I waited to speak, wondering what she was thinking. She put her cup down on the table and stood from her chair. I stood as well, wondering what she was going to do or say. She stepped around the table and stood directly in front of me. She lowered her head, placing her forehead directly on my chest. She sighed loudly.

"Is that why you didn't sleep with me all week," she asked softly.

"Yes," I replied simply.

"Because you were conflicted or because you wanted to say yes," she pressed.

"Because I was very conflicted," I confessed. 

"Emma said she would call tomorrow to let us know what's going to happen," she revealed. "Will you hold me tonight?"

She looked up at me. I leaned down and kissed her very softly on the lips. I scooped her up into my arms and carried her up the stairs. I pushed open the door to her bedroom with my foot.

"I love you," she whispered as she buried her face in my neck.

I felt a single tear form in my eye as I laid her down on the bed. I very badly wanted to respond but said nothing. I was conflicted with all that had happened tonight. I meant it when I said I cared for all the women in this game, but there was no other place that I wanted to be right now. I felt like I was betraying Penny and Vivian and Emma and Leslie, but I couldn't help it. I kicked off my shoes and climbed into bed with Brooke. I pulled her close to me and held her tight. I put thoughts of any of the other women in the game out of mind, because when I didn't the conflict I felt dominated my mind.

I wondered what tomorrow would bring. 



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 24



 Chapter 24 – Aftermath

The next morning came too soon for me. I woke as the light began to fill Brooke's bedroom. I was still holding her close to me. I was completely still, not wanting to disturb her sleep by moving. I smelled her hair and thought of the wonderful places I would like to take her, away from the chaos of this place and this game. She was meant for better than this, all these women were.

I am not sure how long we laid there while I watched her sleep. I did not mind one second of the time that passed and I was somewhat aggravated when it came to an end. The ringing telephone woke Brooke at almost noon. She was quite startled by it and I gingerly attempted to help her adjust to the new day that had arrived.

"You need to get the phone," I whispered to her.

She nodded with her head still on the pillow. Her arm reached away and picked up the cordless handset. I listened as she spoke in short sentences, mostly positive and negative responses. She replaced the handset to its base and rolled over to face me. She was simply gorgeous. She smiled at me playfully before speaking.

"That was Emma," she informed me. "She says that everyone needs to take today to cool off and rethink if they want to continue with this game. She said we should enjoy the day and meet her and everyone else tomorrow morning at the office at 8am."

"That is a lot to take in," I admitted. "I am guessing that she did not mention where everyone else currently stood."

"She didn't say a word about it," Brooke confirmed. "She did say that we should not reach out to anyone else. She wants everyone to have there own space."

"So the game is in limbo," I surmised.

"I guess it is," she deferred. "What do you want to do today?"

"I want to take you out to lunch," I declared. "So let's get ready."

We got up and took our time getting ready. We maneuvered around each other in and out of the bathroom, lightheartedly. I watched her wash her face and apply a light layer of makeup before she finally announced that she was ready to go. I really did not want to leave her alone for a single moment.

"Were you worried I was going to take forever to get ready," she questioned me.

"Not at all," I disclosed. "Let's just forget the game today. I really just want to spend all my waking moments with you. You are infectious."

She smiled at me but did not respond. I wondered if I had said too much right there. I wasn't sure that was possible after what Brooke had said to me last night, but I still worried a little. We headed out the door and off to lunch.

We ate at a small café downtown, sitting outside and enjoy the fall air. The day was cool and dry, but very bright. Brooke looked like a movie star with her sunglasses on. The conversation was light and witty. Every moment with her was another moment farther from the game. This slope was getting slippery. When lunch was over I surprised Brooke by taking her to the movies instead of taking her home. I let her choose whatever film she wanted to see and of course she picked the current romantic comedy.


We sat in the theater, laughing through most of the movie, not from the content of the film but from the banter going on between us. We poked fun at the story, the actors, the cheesy lines and the sentimental moments. This girl was melting me completely. In the moments when we weren't whispering between us, I continued to wonder if I should vote to shut the game down tomorrow if the opportunity arose.

I shook off that thought as we exited the theater and headed home. When we were safely back at Brooke's place, I decided I was going to go for a run before the afternoon ended. I changed into some more appropriate cloths, threw my sneakers on and was out the door. I jogged to the complex exit and down the road. I moved at a fair pace but my thoughts were like lightning.

Should I vote to end the game? If the game continued, who would be in charge? Was Emma going to take a more active role? What the hell was happening? What was going to happen?

I ran, faster as my thoughts haunted me. They tormented me as I picked up my pace to a full sprint. I found myself back in the complex, sprinting towards the front door of Brooke's unit. I stopped on the doorstep, out of wind and totally worn. I bent over to catch my breath, wanting to be somewhat composed before I entered the house. After several long minutes I entered, finding Brooke sitting on the couch.

"Did you out run all your questions," she asked me.

"Not a chance," I admitted. "I am sure you must have questions too."

"Let's get this out of the way right now," she exclaimed. "I want this settled so we can enjoy our night together. I have questions, but I don't care about the game anymore. I care about you. I won't pretend but I will play since I know you have strong feelings for the other women. I trust you and will follow your lead. If you want to play, I will play, since being with you once in a while is better than being without you 100% of the time. If you don't want to play, we will figure something else out. I am with you, not the game."

I stood there, speechless. I stared at her, hardly believing her honesty and directness had moved me like they did. I had to process all of that.

"Thanks," I responded. "I am going to take a shower and digest all of that."

She smiled at me and I headed up the stairs. I went into my room and used the bathroom in there instead of the bathroom that was attached to Brooke's bedroom. I stripped out of my sweaty running cloths and stepped into the single stall shower. The water flowed over me and I prayed it would clean my mind. I needed help preparing for tomorrow. I thought of everything as I was standing there. I thought of all these women.

Vivian, who had some deep rooted feelings for me but her violence last night had scared me. Emma, who started this and then stepped away, but still always kept her finger on the pulse of the game. Nikki, who I didn't get to spend nearly enough time with and now found myself missing. Leslie, who needed me for strength. Penny, who I needed for sanity. And now, of course, Brooke, who had captured pieces of me, pieces that I thought had died in my divorce.

My train of thought was quickly derailed when I heard the shower door open. I opened my eyes to see Brooke stepping into the shower, completely naked. She stood directly before me, her back to the wall, mine to the water. She closed the door when she was entirely inside and looked up at me. I could hear her breathing in the small space we occupied.

"Forget the game for the rest of the night," Brooke said to me, finally breaking the silence. "Treat me like I am yours and yours alone. Treat me like you love me."

I looked at her for a long moment, never taking my eyes off of hers. I pulled her to me, our wet bodies slapping together under the running water. I leaned my head down so our cheeks touched.

"I don't feel like this with anyone else," I whispered in her ear. "I am confused and terrified but you make me feel safe. I feel like I can no longer do this without you, but I also feel compelled to find out if I need to continue doing it. This game owns many parts of me; I want you to own the rest."

She stared up at me, curiously. She tilted her head to the side and continued to stare at me, without speaking. I wondered what on earth she could be thinking in that moment. Before I had a chance to ask her, she threw her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine.

We kissed passionately under the water for what felt like hours. Our mouths interlocked and our tongues danced with each other with reckless abandon. I could have kissed her forever, but her body was calling out to me. I pushed her back, pressing her to the wall of the tiny shower. I kissed her neck and fondled her beautiful breasts. I ran my hands down her body, gliding over her hips and caressing her behind.

"Take me," she whispered as she lifted one of her legs onto the small ledge in the stall.

I looked deep into her eyes and pressed my now swollen and throbbing member to her opening. Between her natural lubricants and the water flowing over us, I entered her without resistance. I breathed in heavily as I penetrated her box. She groaned as I inserted my full length into her.

I pinned Brooke to the wall and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I rocked myself in and out of pussy. I lifted her up and down on my rod as she was pressed against the shower wall. She moaned as I pumped into her repeatedly. I kissed her neck again and she growled playfully. I retracted my cock and delivered it into her vagina again. I could feel myself pulsating inside her as she contracted her pussy walls around my pole.

I never wanted this to end but as I moved faster I knew it was going to end soon. I impaled her again and again. As she climaxed she held her breath and grunted. She held me as tight as she could while she peaked, clawing my back with her nails while she gasped for air. Her orgasm sent me over the edge. I erupted inside her hole, spewing my seamen repeatedly. I filled her with shot after shot of my load until there was no more.

I removed my cock from inside of her and she placed her feet on the shower floor. She smiled at me as I could not take my eyes off of her. I stood there, almost afraid to move. Brooke reached for a wash cloth and began running it all over my body. She cleaned me thoroughly before opening the shower door for me to exit. 

As I dried myself she continued to shower alone, instructing me to wait for her on the couch downstairs. As I was toweling off, I heard the doorbell.

"That must be the pizza," she announced.

I threw on shorts and t-shirt before sprinting to the door. I paid for the pizza and tipped the driver handsomely. I placed the box on the table and waited for Brooke to come down and join me. She didn't make me wait long as she bounded down the stairs, still smiling at me.

We ate and talked, mostly about nothing, completely avoiding the topic of tomorrow's meeting. We decided to turn in early to be prepared for tomorrow. We were lying in bed watching television and I was holding her tight, which delighted me, when Brooke broke the silence.

"Hey, tell me something," Brooke said to me. "Who won the costume contest?"

"It was a tie," I admitted.

"Between who," she pressed.

"You and Penny," I revealed.

"That's fair," she agreed. "Penny looked hot. I wanted to do her."

"You were not alone in that sentiment," I chuckled. "Emma went to pick a winner when the fight started."

"So, I guess we will chalk that one up to a true tie then," she assumed.

"I am not sure what will happen," I confessed. "Tomorrow should be very informative and interesting."

"Can you do something for me," she asked calmly.

"Sure I can," I agreed.

"You have to promise," she insisted.

"Ok, what do you want me to promise," I inquired.

"Even if you want to, don't tell me you love me until the game is over," she requested. "That is the only thing I could not handle."

I thought about that for several long moments. I wasn't sure where this was coming from but if that is what she needed, I would make sure that it how it was.

"As you wish," I conceded.

The only thought in my mind was how perfect she was and how she made things easy on me by taking the pressure off of me when she could. I held her tight as we drifted off to sleep together.



Adventures with Leslie Ch. 25



 Chapter 25 – A New Beginning

When we arrived at the office the next morning, I was tense. I held Brooke's hand for the entire drive over. I held her hand as we entered the building and on the elevator ride. I held her hand as I turned the handle of the door to enter the office suite. I held her hand and led her through the door into the office.

I was still holding her hand when Leslie emerged from her office and saw us. She looked at me, then at our joined hands and then back at me. Her face gave nothing away.

"Conference room," was all she said before disappearing back into her office.

I opened the glass door to the conference room and held it for Brooke. I finally released her hand and she passed in front of me into the room. There was coffee and pastries on the table waiting for us. Penny was already seated at the far end of the table. Brooke made her way over to Penny and kissed her on the cheek lightly. She sat next to Penny, though no words were exchanged.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat at the end of the table, directly opposite the head, where I assumed Emma would sit. We were all joined by Leslie a moment later. She said nothing when she seated herself next to Brooke. There was a sense of tension in the room, but Leslie did not appear angry.

I sat silent, drinking my coffee as I waited with the three women at the table with me. Several minutes later Emma burst through the glass door and into the conference room, with Vivian close behind her. As expected, she made her way to the head of the table and sat down. Vivian sat directly on her right, across from Penny.

"Viv, move down one seat," Emma instructed her.

Emma then motioned for me to come and sit next to her. I stood from my chair and walked to the seat that Vivian had just moved from. When I was seated Emma hit the speaker button on the phone that sat on the table and began to dial.

"Who are you calling," I whispered. "We're all here."

"We need help, so I am getting us the best help there is," Emma replied.

I listened as the phone rang loudly through the speaker.

"Hello," a husky voice came through the speaker.

"Bill, it's Emma," she announced. "Good morning."

"Good morning to you," Bill replied. "I assume you are all together there."

"Yes, Bill, everyone's here," Emma declared.

"And he's there, right," Bill questioned.

"Yes, Bill, I am present and accounted for," I announced.

"Good to talk to you again, kid," Bill stated. "Let's get this mess sorted out for you all."

"We appreciate you taking the time to help, Bill," I said graciously.

Emma looked at me, smiling. She must have been pleased with my demeanor towards Bill and this situation already.

"Ok then, Emma, start with a vote," Bill suggested.

"Ok, everyone who wants the game to continue, please raise your hand now," Emma requested.

Vivian's arm shot up next to me. Penny's hand also eagerly was raised, as was Brooke's and Leslie's. I looked around in a small state of shock that they were all so emphatic that they wanted this to go on. I raised my hand more out of respect for these dedicated women than for my desire to keep being passed around between them, though that was not an unappealing prospect.

"Every hand is raised," Emma announced to the speaker box on the phone.

"Well then, you all have some things to iron out," Bill responded. "I am gonna give you folks some advice and then I am going to take Bonnie to breakfast."

There was something so comforting about Bill. He seemed to know how to guide us without being pushy. His tone of voice was sincerely and protective at the same time. Plus, he had played his own game, a game that Emma was apparently a big part of, so he had first hand experience to draw from for guidance.

"Gang," Bill continued, "remember what this game is about. It is about losing yourself for small pieces of time. It takes a strong leader and stronger players. It's not just about maximizing your personal pleasure; it's about caring for each other and minimizing the pain of life. Remember to take care of each other and not just yourselves. That is what this game is truly about."

"Bill, it's Vivian," I heard her speak up next to me.

I now realized there were tears falling from her eyes.

"Hey kiddo," Bill replied. "Long time no see. Tyler misses you."

"I miss him to, rub his belly for me," Vivian giggled through her tears and sobs.

I was unsure what kind of animal Tyler was, but I was guessing a dog.

"Bill," Vivian went on, "Thank you for taking care of all of us and helping us keep things in perspective. I've made some mistakes."

"Sweetheart, stop crying," Bill consoled her over the phone. "Vivian, everyone makes mistakes from time to time, but the people around you that care about you will help you through them each time. Trust in that. Em, it sounds like you can take it from here. Best of luck to all of you, I hope to see you all soon. And kid, if you need to talk, feel free to call me, Em has the number."

"Thank you again, Bill," I said. "I will certainly take you up on that offer."

"No thanks needed, I have been where you are at and I look forward to speaking with you again soon," Bill admitted. "Be good, all of you."

We heard the line on the speaker of the phone disconnect. Emma pushed the button shutting the phone off. Everyone sort of looked around the table at each other, but no one spoke. Vivian rose slowly from her seat and walked around the table to where Leslie was sitting. Vivian pulled out the chair next to her and sat down. She then took Leslie's hand in her own and held it.

We all watched this unfold, but none of us knew what to make of it. Leslie's reaction revealed that she was as surprised as the rest of us. Leslie did not appear angry and was very receptive of Vivian gesture. What were we supposed to do now?

"You and I are going to make the decision on how to proceed," Emma said to me. "We just need a little information."

She turned to face the four women sitting to her left.

"Each of you is going to have the opportunity to speak your mind and then we will deliberate on what to do," she broadcasted. "Penny, you go first."

Penny sat up straight in her chair and looked down the table at the other women.

"He took me home," Penny stated. "To a home that was as broken and dysfunctional as they get. He stood by me when I needed him the absolute most. He protected me and cared for me the way a real man should. For that, I would follow him to hell and back. I trust him to guide us and take care of us. That's all."

I was blown away by her statement. I looked across the table at her and there were no tears in her eyes just raw emotion. She was calm and collected, very much the Penny I adored. I had not realized how much I had missed her. In that moment I felt further conflicted about my current feelings for Brooke. Their recent evolution and depth was clouding my mind.

"Brooke, you're next," Emma told her.

Brooke looked around and then locked her eyes on mine.

"I agree with Penny," she declared. "I trust him to make the best decision for all of us. While I am the newest to the game, I have in my short time, seen his true colors and I am hooked."

Her statement was short and concise and it rang of what she had said to me yesterday at home. I had a tough time taking my eyes off of her when Vivian began to speak.

"I was being selfish," she began. "I love him and I was only thinking of how that impacted me. I felt like Bill was talking directly to me this morning when he said take care of each other and not just yourselves. I care for you all and I will be better from now on, I promise."

I was impressed with her honesty and sincerity. She opened herself up for a lot of comebacks, but no one said a word. We all waited, straining not to be the first to talk after what had come from Vivian.

"Vivian, that was very honest and refreshing," Emma complimented her as she broke the silence. "Leslie, you are the only one left."

"I know," Leslie growled, though she was still holding Vivian's hand. "Vivian, Bill was not talking to you this morning, he was talking to me."

"He was talking to every single one of us," I interrupted her. "No one has been perfect, least of all me. Let's not pass the blame or hurt around anymore. Let's take care of each other, as Bill suggested."

"You told me similar things when I was debating whether or not to take this game on," she reminded me. "You warned me of the responsibility of the other women and not just you and me. I was foolish and selfish and reckless. This mess is all my fault and I am truly sorry to all of you. I promise to work hard to get it back to what it was if you let me."

She was heartfelt and humbled. I wanted to give her a hug but I knew that would be the wrong thing to do at this moment. Though neither of them addresses each other, the gap between Leslie and Vivian seemed to have been mended, or at least started to mend.

"Ok, thank you for all that you shared," Emma stated. "Now, all of you go take a break and come back in an hour. We should have a decision by then."

All the women stood from the table and headed for the door. Vivian and Leslie embraced tightly before they exited. I was a nervous wreck. What was the next step? What were our options? When the door closed behind Penny, who was the last one out, Emma did not waste a moment.

"What are we going to do," she asked me.

"I'm not sure," I admitted. "What choices do we have? They all want to continue, but there are a lot of weaknesses that have shown through."

"Leslie can't lead anymore," Emma declared. "She's too weak, emotionally. Vivian is too emotionally tied in, so she's out too."

I looked at her, digesting what she had just said and agreeing with both assessments. What could we do? How could we get the game back on track? The answer seemed extremely simple to me.

"Why don't you come back and lead us again," I suggested eagerly.

"I don't think that would be a good idea right now," she disclosed in a very somber voice.

"Actually, it's a perfect idea right now," I disagreed quickly. "You said you didn't know if you could come back and not lead. Here's your chance to lead again. Tell them I made the choice and let it fall on me. Then you are back in business."

She looked at me longingly across the table. I stared at her anxiously, hoping she would see my points and agree with me.

"Now is not the right time for me," she said again firmly, much to my dismay.

"Emma, everyone was being very raw and honest today," I reminded her. "Let me join them. I miss you terribly and loved when you ran the game. There is no one else I would rather have running this thing. You care about all of those women and that will keep you from being unfair. This makes very good sense and the timing is right."

I could see her eyes get a bit misty. She stared at me again, like she were reading my thoughts and attempting to find an argument for them. A small tear began to escape her left eye, but she caught it and composed herself before she replied.

"I will be honest too then," she exhaled. "That bit with Sienna still has me shaken. I worry about my kids and what I could expose them too. I am not past it yet. I don't want my children to pay for anything that I did, that cost is mine. I think often of returning to this game, but right now I cannot find a way to make it work and still keep them completely isolated. I am making progress with it and maybe someday I will return, but not today."

That was it. Her tone and demeanor indicated that the conversation was over. Emma was not going to be running the game again right now. I knew it and I accepted it immediately. I looked at her, waiting for the next direction in our deliberation to come.

"Leslie and Vivian can't do it," she reminded me. "And I think Brooke is too new to the game and possibly too young to understand how much it would take."

"Ok, I agree with all of those evaluations," I concurred. "Do you have someone else in mind?"

I waited for her to direct me. She looked at me as if the answer should be obvious.

"Don't you see it," she laughed at me. "There is only one choice left."

I waited and thought before I said anything. The gap of silence seemed to be well past appropriate so I responded with the only person I could think of.

"I didn't think I could run the game," I explained. "As the only male player I thought I was not 'eligible' to be in charge."

"You're not, silly," she giggled. "Which leaves..."

I had no clue. Who was I missing? What could I not see?

"Which leaves me confused," I revealed. I thought of myself as a smart guy, but I was lost. "Not Bill, right?"

"No, not Bill," she confirmed. "Who do you have the deepest connection to in the game?"

I thought for a moment and then it hit me. I am such a dumb ass sometimes. The answer was directly in front of my face.

"So Penny is the choice then," I said, half asking.

"Penny is the only choice left," she repeated. "Lucky for us, she is also the right choice right now."

I thought about it for a few minutes. I sat back in my chair and thought about all Penny and I had been through together in this game. She was beautiful and smart. I certainly cared for her greatly. She understood me and knew I would protect her whenever I could. We had a great relationship and I felt great loyalty to her. Our communication was by far the best in the game and we were truly connected. I was suddenly overly confident that this was a very good choice.

"How do we break the news to everyone," I asked Emma. "Penny will do a wonderful job leading us."

"We do it all together," she insisted. "I want them all here and we will tell them. Then Penny can stay behind and I will give her some guidance. I expect this will shake her a little before she settles into a rhythm."

"You will be there for her when she needs you, right" I asked, protecting Penny as usual.

"Of course," she confirmed. "You need not worry."

The ladies had not left the office. They were all milling around in the lobby, waiting. Emma called them all back into the conference room. They each sat on the same side of the table again, waiting still. There was great anticipation in each of their eyes. Emma did not make them wait long.

"We have reached a decision," Emma announced.

They all stared at her intently; dying to know what was going to happen to the great game. The each had a different look on their face that asked the same question, how are we going to get back to good?

"The game will continue," Emma continued.

They all finally exhaled and seemed collectively pleased with that decision. They all quickly returned their focus back to Emma, knowing there was more to come.

"We will have a new leader," Emma declared. "It's someone who we all can trust and someone who will do right by every one of us. It's someone who will take it seriously but also have fun with it. She has earned this."

They were all fixated on Emma, desperately waiting for the name to escape her lips.

"It's your game now, Penny," Emma stated, looking Penny directly in the eye.

Penny looked shocked. Her face was white as a ghost. Vivian was clapping and Leslie was smiling. Brooke looked across the table at me and nodded in approval. Penny still had not moved and her mouth was open in what appeared to be disbelief. Emma had pegged her reaction exactly right.

"Pen, are you alright," I asked her.

"I can't do it," she whispered, so low that I barely heard her. "I am not ready for this."

She looked terrified more so than shaken, as Emma predicted.

"You will do great," I reassured her. "I have complete faith in you and all these women trust you, now more than ever. We need your strength to lead us forward. You are the perfect choice for all of us."

"I don't want to let anyone down," she said, exhaling heavily, in a gesture of almost surrender.

"That sentiment is exactly why you won't let any of us down," Brooke chimed in. ""I haven't always been your biggest fan and we may have gotten off on the wrong foot, but I believe in you."

Penny's face turned quickly into delightful surprise. She looked at Brooke with great appreciation. Her eyes were big and I could almost hear her mind racing with ideas already.

"Thank you," Penny replied to Brooke. "You can't know what that means to me coming from you."

Emma interrupted the lovely moment.

"Ok, everyone out," Emma exclaimed. "Penny and I have some things to review. Tonight at Midnight Penny's game begins. I suggest you all be on your best behavior."

I stood and followed Leslie, Vivian and Brooke out of the conference room. I held the main suite door open for Brooke as we headed back to the car. I looked back over my shoulder before exiting to see Emma and Penny were in a discussion already. Emma was very animated, talking fast with her hands. I knew Penny was hanging on every word. She truly did not want to let any of us down.

She would get it together; she just needed a minute to adjust, think and plan her game.

Penny was going to be great.